okay, again, very short, but important to the plot.
Two exciting things in this chappie, and I am SHOCKED DEEPLY that no one guessed earlier about one of them.
OH WELL!
i own nothing. no duh.
Warnings: angry girl (whose name i shall not reveal- READ IT!) slight language. :)
It was December 19th, very, very close to Christmas.
Everyone felt that Dick should stay on the Watchtower, because he wasn't quite healed fully, and the process and adventure of going back to Earth would possibly freak the poor guy out.
So, now, Dick was in the Cafeteria, limping down the line on one crutch, his shoulder wrapped tightly in gauze. The worker behind the window blinked as she watched Dick take in the food choices. There were different colors, shades, shapes, textures, and viscosity of foods there. The crystal blue eyes struggled to take it all in.
"Can I help you?" the woman snarled nasally.
Dick looked up and blinked harshly before opening his mouth to speak. Sharply, though, he slammed it shut and just pointed to some fried chicken and green beans. The woman rolled her eyes. People on this ship were so weird.
Dick took his tray in one hand, trying desperately to balance himself as he wobbled on his crutch over to the drinks. Suddenly, in a flash of red, Wally appeared next to him. The red-clad man pointed to the tray, his eyes wide as he tried to communicate. "Help?" he asked.
Some English words were starting to register to Dick's brain, but not many. "Nu," he said, shaking his head. "Eu pot sa o fac."
Wally pursed his lips, nodding slowly. "'K..."
And he took the tray from a very red-faced Richard Grayson and led the said over to a table where several other people sat. Dick felt his breath come quicker as he recognized the monster-lady. She saw his eyes widen in fear, and suddenly, there came a peach color to her skin. Her eyes turned blue, with irises and pupils, and she was... human.
Dick calmed a bit, knowing fully that she wouldn't hurt him, but her appearance was frightening, still.
Wally set the tray down, then, with another flash of red, he re-appeared with a cup of orange juice. He said, "It's your favorite..."
Dick nodded, not understanding what the red-head had said, and took a drink.
His face lit up and he grinned. "Bun!" he said with a grin.
Everyone at the table laughed. Wally helped Dick sit down, and the Romanian got a good glance at who sat at the table.
The Black man was there, as was the blonde woman, the monster-lady, the black-haired and blue-eyed man, and the archer-man. Dick flinched slightly under their scrutinizing gazes, and Wally gestured with his arms out. "Leave him be."
Dick had no clue what he had said, but he silently thanked his supposed 'friend' when everyone looked away. The blonde woman leaned forward, putting a hand on her chest. "My name is Artemis."
Dick nodded slowly. "Artemis?" he asked gently. "Ca zeita greaca?"
Everyone made awkward noises like, "Um..." and "Eck..." and "Ah..."
Suddenly, a lady in a star-spangled bathing suit sat down next to Dick. She had long, lushious black hair and bright blue eyes. "Like the Greek goddess, he asked."
Everyone nodded, their mouths in 'o's. The Black man leaned forward. "You can speak Romanian?"
The woman blushed. "Very, very little, and I'm not excellent at it, but passable."
'Artemis' scowled firmly. "Then why did you suggest that Bruce come up?"
At the name 'Bruce', Dick sat up a bit, his eyes holding a bit of recollection. The black-haired woman nodded towards him. "That's why."
She turned to Dick and pointed to her chest, saying, "Diana."
Dick nodded and repeated, "Diana..."
She turned to the archer-man, who had been silent this whole time. He smiled gently at Dick, obviously trying not to scare him, and said his own name. "Roy."
Diana turned to the Black man and pointed at him, looking back to Dick and said, "Kaldur."
"Kaldur?" Dick strained to say, his tongue just barely rolling over the 'r'. Artemis grinned and said to the table, "Dick has never been sexier."
The monster-lady giggled, earning a cocked eyebrow from the black-haired man. She rolled her eyes, kissing his lips tenderly. He wrapped an arm around her waist, fingering her stomach gently. Diana continued.
"Aceasta este M'gann," she pointed to the two, "si Connor."
Dick nodded. "Ea este insarcinata?"
It took the Amazonian a moment to recall what he had said, but, once she did, she turned, eyes wide to M'gann and Connor. "Are you?"
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Nightwing P.O.V.
The lady was very wrinkly, her eyes drooping under pounds of mascara. I frowned. That really should have been a health hazard...
My eyes roamed over the foods before me. I recognized almost all of them- pasta, chicken, steak, tofu- and nodded. But, many others seemed alien- literally.
Hey, I may have lost my memory, but I still have deduction skills and such, just like a normal person.
But I wasn't a normal person, from what I could gather.
They were keeping something from me, I knew it- and I had figured it out.
I mean, really, with the aliens and people in tight, brightly-colored spandex outfits, it seems only fit that I'd figure it out.
These people were superheroes.
Was I a superhero?
The lady sharply said something, and I only registered the word 'help'.
A scowl firmly crossed my features. Everyone was treating me like a damn China doll! How was I supposed to figure anything out, get my memory back, when they wouldn't let me do anything for myself?
I just pointed to the first thing I saw.
Chicken.
"Here," he said, smiling gently.
I looked up. "Um... Bruce?"
"Ya?" he asked through a mouthful of barbaqued chicken.
I fingered the fried grease. "What is this?"
Bruce feigned surprise for me. "What? A fine young eight-year-old like yourself has never had fried chicken?"
I shook my head. "Um... no."
This time, he really was surprised. "God, kid! You haven't lived!"
He poured some reddish goop on the chicken leg, smiling as he ruffled up my raven locks. "Okay, Dickie. Dig in!"
I snapped back to reality. Did I just remember something?
But, as nothing else registered besides the chicken on my plate, I sighed, feeling defeated once more, and made my way over to the drinks. Maybe something there could help jog my memory, like the chicken almost had. A flash of bright red intercepted me, though, and there stood that man- Wally- that was supposedly my best friend. He pointed to the tray, clearly asking if he could help.
"No," I almost growled. He was just trying to help. "I can do it."
But he didn't seem to understand, from the confused look on his face. "'K..." And he snatched the tray away, leading my limping, injured form over to a table.
I recognized the monster-lady immediately. She didn't quite scare me any more, as much as she unnerved me. She must have sensed my... fear, for a lack of better terms, and quickly morphed her body.
I felt my eyes widen, but I quickly shrugged it off. She was an alien, obviously. And I was a superhero, apparently. And she was my friend, supposedly.
Yeah.
Life sucks monkey crap right now.
There came a gentle hand on my shoulder, and Wally shoved a cup of orange substance into my face. I distinctly heard the word 'juice' and nodded, taking a sip.
"Master Dick," came the English voice. "You must finish your breakfast before you go."
I rolled my eyes. "Sure, Alfred."
The memory was cut short as I cried, "Good!"
Everyone laughed, and I blushed, feeling like a juvenile. Sitting down, I ate silently. The chicken tasted familiar against my tongue, but, then again, everything was familiar now. Just not... right.
I was well aware of everyone's gazes set on me, and I flinched on purpose, trying to let them know my discomfort. Wally raised his arms, saying something, gesturing for them to let off.
The blonde woman, though, leaned forward, pointing to her chest. "Hjkd sdhj Artemis."
I heard only 'Artemis' and my mind flashed. Somehow, I knew that name- "Like the Greek goddess?" I asked.
She cocked an eyebrow. "Uh..."
A very attractive woman suddenly sat down next to me. She exchanged words with the others, but I wasn't listening. I was deeply intertwined with the fact that her black hair seemed very, very, painfully familiar...
I slowly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I heard a silly giggle and a moan.
My face flushed as I turned down the hall, hiding behind the wall. Suddenly, a small body rammed into mine. "Jason," I growled softly. "Tim! What're you guys doing up?"
The two looked at me, their faces mischevious. Jason, his green eyes wide, asked, "What are you doing up?"
"Touche," I grumbled and sauntered down the hall.
We, the three Musketeers, made our way down to the kitchen and-
"Blech!" I slammed my hand against Tim's mouth as the ten-year-old said it.
There, in the kitchen, was Diana, her hands wrapped up in Bruce's hair as his hands traveled dangerous close to- um- let's keep this PG-13.
They were so close, I was sure that they would swollow each other whole. Her tongue was all over his face, and he moaned with pleasure.
I felt Jason and Tim tense behind me. "Time for bed!" I heard Jason squeak.
We all ran up the stairs, capes between are legs, hearing the moaning and groaning behind us.
She suddenly turned to me, a hand up on her chest. I felt my ears turn red with the cleavage she presented to me. "Diana."
I nodded as she introduced the others. Artemis said something that made M'gann giggle, and Connor made a face. M'gann rolled her eyes and kissed him gently.
What caught my eye was when he started towards her stomach with his hand.
I had noticed this, believe it or not. Whenever the two were together, he had his hands on her gut, almost as if...
"Is she pregnant?" I asked Diana.
I saw her trying to process my words, but, after she registered, she turned sharply to M'gann, eyes wide.
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M'gann frowned as she reverted back to her Martian form unwillingly. "What?" she asked suspiciously.
"Pregnant?"
"WHAT?" boomed Artemis and Wally in unison.
M'gann's cheeks turned purple as she turned to Connor, who was beaming. He nodded. "Two months, now."
M'gann turned back to the table, only to find herself enveloped in many arms. She practically jumped out of her skin when Dick smiled at her.
Smiled.
"C-C-Congradu-dulations," he struggled.
Wally turned to Dick, eyes wide and mouth open in a huge, Cheshire cat grin. He wrapped an arm around the younger man's neck as he sat there, gazing at the kissing couple before him. "Well, Dickie's getting his memory back! M'gann's pregnant! Nothing could ruin this day!"
Suddenly, there came a loud shout, "WALLACE WEST! ROY HARPER!"
Both red-heads groaned simultaniously.
There came a distinct sound of squeaking, and a very red-faced young woman appeared. She was in a wheelchair, her orange locks pulled up around her head, her eyes wide and angry behind her glasses.
Roy chuckled nervously. "H-Hey, Barbara!"
YES!
Due to prodding, Barbara is coming in.
And she's NOT happy.
Say goodbye, Wally, Roy!
WALLY: WHAT? you can't kill me off!
ROY: She's not killing you off, Barbara's killing you off.
ME: Hey! Barb's pissed at you, too, ginger!
WALLY: Which ginger?
ME: SHUT UP!
So, yup, I am SHOCKED that no one guessed that M'gann was pregnant! I tried to put stuff in there to point to it, but I guess my writing skills are not up to par...
* Sigh... *
anywhooo!
Please review, it will make me happy.
OH! And, if you have any ideas, then PLEASE give them to me! Don't you love writer's block?
