Alright, so this is the only story I haven't updated since I got back from Chicago. Which makes me unhappy. D:
No worries though. I have soared in with an update, because I'm super cool. Lies.
Disclaimer: Seriously? Again?
The wind rustled Robin's cape back, making a swishing noise. Robin looked around, examining the area.
Deathstroke, or Slade, or whatever, had left him a message. Luckily, Robin had seen the note before Batman. Or he hoped he did. He could never really tell with Batman.
With Wally mad at him, and Batman 'giving him space' he'd had nothing better to do than meet Deathstroke on top of Wayne Enterprises at midnight. Honestly, he felt a little like a thieving booty call.
"Robin, so glad you could make it." Deathstroke purred in his ear. "Have you come to accept my offer, or just admiring the view?"
"Do I really have to answer that?" Robin asked sarcastically.
"Your mission," Deathstroke continued without acknowledging Robin's question. "Is to steal something small, a test of good faith, if you will."
"Which would be…?" Robin asked, growing impatient already of Deathstroke's agonizing description.
"There's a small bank two blocks from here. Rob it."
"How much?"
"All of it."
"I'm not so sure-"
"Backing out already, Boy Wonder?" Deathstroke said, the taunting tone of his voice infuriating Robin just a little bit more. "Pity. I figured you would've lasted longer than that."
"I'll do it." Robin said through gritted teeth. He felt he had to prove something, to show he wouldn't back down from a challenge.
"Excellent."
Small shreds of discarded clothing flew everywhere, forming new piles out of old ones as an enraged Wally West rummaged through them.
"Where…is…it?" he asked as he threw dirty shirts and crumpled homework over his shoulder.
Finally, he found the small, square plastic cell phone he'd been looking for. After only a small victory dance (because it wouldn't be Wally if he didn't celebrate his victory against the wretched device) he began searching through his contacts for the proper one.
After Wally had yelled at his raven-haired best friend, he'd felt incredibly terrible. Robin probably needed someone who he could trust, not someone who would look down on him for every decision. Even if it was a huge mistake, Wally had to stay calm.
No problem for the Wall-man, right? He hoped so.
"KF?" Robin's confused voice crackled through the other end of the phone. He sounded fully awake, not typical for anyone at 4 in the morning.
"Rob! Hey, we need to talk. Can you meet me at that old pizza place?" Wally asked, praying his friend said yes, partially because they needed to talk, partially because he really wanted some pizza.
"Uhm, I'm kind of busy." Robin said. He sounded quiet, he was either on a mission, which Wally doubted (why would he answer his cell phone if he was on a mission?) or he was hiding from Bats. "Sorry, man." He didn't sound very sorry.
"Oh, okay. What about tomorrow?" Wally asked, slightly deflated from his friend's rejection.
"Sorry, I promised my friend I'd help her with her math homework."
"Dude, it's July.
"She's in summer school. I'll explain later. I'm seriously busy now." Robin sounded, a hint of exasperation and urgency in his voice. Wally of course, didn't pick up on it.
"Dude, I know I freaked out on you yesterday, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Can we please talk?" Wally asked, his tone growing serious enough to scare someone, especially since it was Wally and serious wasn't part of his charm.
He had charm right? Totally. He had tons of charm.
"We can, but not…right….now." Robin said, as if he was focusing intently on something. A man in the background was heard, shouting. Freeze! Get down on the ground!
"Robin, please tell me you're not on one of those 'missions' right now!" Wally exclaimed.
"Sorry, KF, I- uh- have to go. I'll call you later." And the line went dead. Wally felt a surge of anger pulsing through him.
I need to tell someone. Robin doesn't know how bad this could get. He thought, he began pacing around his room at super speed, until the friction from the carpet began burning his toes. I can't just rat him out, but someone needs to know!
What should he do? Tell someone, or just let it go? I could tell Batman! No. That thought was instantly out of his mind. It was a bad idea. If he told Batman, Robin couldn't be Robin anymore. Batman would fire Robin, Robin would be ultra pissed, Dick would find Wally, Wally would die.
No. Not Batman. Uncle Barry would only tell Batman, so would Kaldur. He thought of every mature person in the world he knew who would even be able to comprehend, let alone understand, what was going on. That meant, his friends on the team, or people on the League.
Suddenly, his normal speed pacing made him fall. As he fell to the ground, he could have easily super sped himself to safety, and he would've been fine. But he didn't feel like it.
He face planted, rather painfully, onto the carpet. Or more like a pile of clothes. But there had to be a book or something down there, because that really hurt. As he stood up, rubbing his face, the perfect idea dawned on him.
He once again found himself searching through piles and mounds of dirty clothes, school books, and forgotten homework searching for his phone. After about five minutes, he'd searched every inch of his entire house. He swears. But then, a stroke of genius hit him and he realized it'd been in his jean pocket the entire time.
Searching through his contacts, yet again, he dialed the number and waited for that familiar husky voice to answer.
"What the hell do you want, Baywatch?"
Oh! I wonder who it was! Just kidding, totally obvious, right?
Sorry, foreshadowing is not my thing. Anyway, I have put a question of the day in every other update, so I figured I might as well in this one too.
Question: Who thinks when the hiatus is over, Kaldur and Artemis are going to have to face off against the Team and get their cover blown? I think that would be super cool, but it would kind of ruin everything.
Another question: How do you think Artemis' father and sister felt about her death? I've read some stories about how Sportsmaster and Chesire like, brutally attacked Kaldur because he 'killed' her. Review your answer!