Several shots were heard, echoing slightly down the halls. Red Bird had a scowl on her face while she placed her gun away.
"I gave you one job. One job and you managed to mess it up!" She paced back and forth in front of the slightly shaking teen. His hood was down reveling his pale ginger hair and neon green eyes.
"R-red Bir-" Vyku tried to say. She sent a scathing glare to him, stopping him from saying anything more. With a sneer Red Bird started pacing again. Jester sat upside down on the sofa blowing some gum. The younger girl was twirling a knife around as she watched the interaction.
"I-" Vyku froze with terror on his face then slowly looked to the hole that now decorated the wall. A slight wisp of smoke was still coming out.
"Aw you missed!" Complained Jester. Red Bird scowled in her direction and hissed venomously,
"I do NOT miss." Jester held up her hands, one still holding the knife.
"You need to stop being so serious! Live a little! Have a laugh or two!" She then threw the knife at the older girl. A thunk was heard. Red scowled at the giggling teen from behind her specialized black gauntlet. She pulled the knife out and threw it to the side. With a glance around she saw the still quivering Russian and the laughing circus reject. Rage filled her and she marched out.
"This is why I work with actual villains and not kids." She grumbled as she left. As she walked through HER hideout she scoffed at the fact that she had to share it. Luckily it was a spare one but the effort she went to clear it of the trash took some time, and then there was setting up security and cleaning. The good thing about underground places is that it's easier to keep hidden. Whoever was paying her better double the amount. With a sigh and a wish to go to her main base of operations she turned a corner and ran into someone. Not even a second later her gun was pointed at the person.
"RED! It's me!" The guy yelled, suddenly behind her. With a quick jab of the elbow and a flip over the shoulder the person was lying on the ground with a gun pressed against his head.
"You're fast but you need more practice." Red Bird said. He pushed himself up and stood giving Red time to take in his appearance. The skin-tight suit covered his entire body and his boots overlapped it up to his knees, the buckles and straps loosened at the moment. The entire thing was ebony with deep bright purple tribal deigns decorating his sides the length of his body. A narrow visor was the only indication of where his eyes were.
"I'm aware. Why was the base moved?" He questioned.
"It was compromised. Which you can thank your friend for." The covered teen sighed.
"Vyku is a bit clumsy but he's a good fighter. Try calming down, go meditate, or call that guy up." Red Bird glared at him.
"Have you been listening to my conversations?" She demanded angrily.
"No, not on purpose I swear to you that. You get really into the conversations and don't realize we're there." Red Bird's face went blank. The teen tensed slightly, angry Red with a blank face usually meant someone was about to get shot, and as much faith as he did in his super speed he didn't trust he would get out completely unscathed if she let her rage out on him.
"Striker, how much do you hear?" Striker knew that she meant them as a whole.
"Not much, usually just the endings or you talking about missions." Red nodded. Striker watched as Red walked past him.
"Where are you going?" He called.
"I'm getting Advil, meditating then sleeping." With that she left. Striker relaxed a bit before tensing more as what Red said clicked in fully. He sped down to where the other two where. Striker saw Jester throwing darts at a picture of the Batman and his partner Robin. A sigh of relief passed through his lips as he spotted Vyku sitting tensely on the couch. Everyone knew of Vyku's fear of Red though no one, except him, understood where it came from.
"Hey! Where's birdie?" Jester asked as she cartwheeled over.
"Sleeping." Jester pouted angrily.
"She said we would pick up knew toys!"
"I can do that." Offered Vyku, wanting to get away. Striker shook his head, much to his friend's dismay.
"No. I'll pick up a new toy for you tomorrow as long as you can restrain yourself from blowing up or destroying anything here." Striker reasoned. Jester thought it over before,
"Okay I guess. But what will I do till then?"
"Sharpen your knives?" Vyku asked. Jester perked up.
"That's the first good idea I've heard from you all day! Thanks porcupine!" With that she skipped off happy for the time being.
"Ugh, girls." Groaned Vyku as he flopped the rest of the way onto the couch, his suit having been changed for normal cloths soon after arriving in a vain attempt to let Red cool down.
"Tell me about it." Striker agreed sitting in a nearby armchair.
A.N: Okay I'm trying to post a chapter once a week, and hopefully soon I'll be able to get the story moving. Sorry it's short, I will post which characters belong to who on the very first page(?) of this story. PLEASE IF ONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE YOURS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM. I want to know if I'm doing a good job. More will be added as the story goes blah blah blah...
Uh... Three guess on who Red is talking to on the phone? (HINT: He is an actual DC character)
