Working out thier plan of attack, Avon had to say she was pleased. Despite this, worry begun to grow deep in the pit of her stomach, without permission. Fleeting thoughts came and left of her or others in the group substaining injuries, or worse, her mother or father finding out she had anything to do with this moonlight meeting. Saying her goodbyes, Avon disappeared into the dark woods, stalking back home on foot; not arriving back at her moderate little house in a subdivision outside of Gotham untill pink already shown up in the sky and dew rose up from the fresh grass.
Climbing up the side of house into her cracked bedroom window, Avon changed back into comfortable clothes before all but falling back into bed, determed to get a few hours of sleep before she was forced awake by one of her parents.
Three hours later, banging at her door startled Avon out of oblivion, and signaled she had to get moving.
"Go awayy," Avon grumbled, honestly hoping to enjoy another hour or so of rest.
"Don't make me come in there," a voice called back playfully, which she instantly recognized as her father.
"Alright, alright, I'm up," Avon grumbled back, streching her arms. Since the summer started and Avon was ahead a grade, she had started working an internship with her father at WayneCorp. While it looked good on paper, it meant she only got to really sleep in on weekends, having to go in at a resonable time in the morning during the week.
Tying up her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and throwing on a black blouse, she ran down the stairs to eat a quick breakfast with her parents before leaving.
The car ride was silent to the office. Avon, growing twitchy, began running plans and such in her head; texting them for validation, imput, and confirmation.
"Hey guys," Avon texted
Nathan- "Ay, what's up?"
River- "You know who isn't up? Me! Why in the world are you texting at this ungodly hour?"
Sighing, Avon responded - "It's important Riv! We need to start planning!"
John- "Avon's right, we should start right away, or else it'll be too much to do later."
Fallon- "Makes sense to me, where should we begin, though?"
Avon- "Well, first, we should probably figure out a base or some sort of meeting place."
River- "We could use Aunt Stephanie's basement, she would probably be willing to lend her services."
Avon- "You're sure she wouldn't mind? And how do you know she won't just rat us out?"
John- "One of us could invite her to lunch or something and try to talk her into it?"
Avon- "I can use my lunch hour and talk to her, ya know, girl to girl."
River- "We'll now that's done, don't wake me up again before noon unless the world's ending"
Fallon- "Always a pleasure Riv"
River- "Whatever"
Avon- "I'll text you all after."
Despite Stephanie and her father's past, Avon got along well with Stephanie, and after sending off a quick text asking her to meet her for lunch, she walked into Wayne Enterprise with her father.
Running around all morning kept Avon busy, lunchtime coming on quick. Walking down into downtown Gotham, Avon stopped at a little pizza place, where she saw her Aunt Stephanie sitting at a table, waving her over.
Sitting down, the two exchanged pleasantries before Avon decided she would start bringing up the teen's plan.
"So I'm assuming there's a reason you called Av," Stephanie said, braking the ease of the conversation.
Avon nodded, raising an eyebrow, "how'd you know."
Stephanie chuckled, looking at the youth, "you play with your fingers when ur nervous, and won't make any eye contact, which always lets me know when somethings up. Care to share?"
Avon sighed before speaking, "I'll have to work on that, but anyways, you need to keep an open mind on what i'm going to say, because I'm trusting you here."
"No one's hurt, right? Or in danger," Stephanie breathed out, worry clear upon her face.
"Yes yes, everyone's alright. It's just, me and the cousins, we can't sit around anymore watching the adults carry all the burden, coming home hurtevery night. We want to help, and that's why I called you," Avon explained, her face showing seriousness and concern.
"Well, saying I'd agree to help, what do you need me do exactly. And do all your parents know about this, because I'm sure they wouldn't be so thrilled to hear about it."
"No, they don't know and that's how we want to keep it, they would just talk us out of it." Avon stated before Stephanie could reply, "If you don't want to be involved, I understand, but please don't tell our parents." Avon said, practically begging at this point.
"Relax Av, I'm not going to spill your secret," Stephanie assured, and Avon gave a sigh of relief. "I want to help, and I can see why you guys are adamant on doing this. What can I do to assist the cause?"
Avon paused before asking, "Well we would love to make your place a headquarter of sorts."
"Consider it done," Stephanie said, waving her hand.
"You're seriously the best Aunt Steph!" Avon squealed while jumping up to hug her.
"Yeah yeah, I know I am," her aunt said, smiling.
Continuing the chatter on with Stephanie about training and plans, Avon began to finally relax, knowing the group could now move forward.
Walking back to Wayne Enterprises a short while later, Avon texted the good news to the group before pocketing her phone and getting back to the duties that needed her attention.