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lil-fletch

Chapter 3

The cop cars and ambulances had beat Wally West to Gotham Academy. Hundreds of students stood in groups crying and shaking, white faced in terror, mumbling about an explosion. Some spoke loudly and out of control, babbling about Icicle and his son.

"She had a knife to my throat!" One boy kept repeating. "She had a mask and a knife at my throat." Cheshire.

Wally pushed past a cluster of people (mostly girls, why did they love him when he was in the costume but couldn't stand him out of it?) and moved towards a couple of police officers talking to Robin.

"Sorry I kinda got held up," A.K.A: I didn't have a hall pass and got sent to the office. "What happened?" The police officers shifted uncomfortably and Robin looked up at his friend, a horribly pained look etched onto his masked face.

"A student was taken."


Conner and M'gann were trying to dissect a frog when the call came from the office for them to pack up their things and come to the front of the school. Someone was here to pick them up.

"I wonder who it is." M'gann said lightly, fiddling with a tube of lip-gloss. "Maybe its Uncle J'onn!" She lifted off the ground in excitement.

"He did say that he would take us to the Art Museum some day." She grinned at Superboy who only pursed his lips and scowled.

"I don't get art." Superboy said. "Its just shapes and colors. Besides, look who it is." A grim looking Wally and Robin stood by the front doors, a dark limousine waiting in the turn around.

"Wally, Robin! What are you doing here?" M'gann rushed up to greet them, only to be hit with a strong sense of anger and sadness. She reeled back, bumping into Superboy as she tried to get away from the horrible feelings pulsating from her friends.

"W-what's happened?" M'gann asked a sick feeling of dread filling her.

"Something's bad," Robin said quietly, adjusting his tinted sunglasses. "And we have a top priority mission."