After a break last time, 'A Very Bakers Street Christmas' is back with Chapter 8. Go check it out over at EnduranceInHope's profile!
Hello, everybody; ModernDayBard here! This is the encounter alluded to in the last chapter, so hopefully the payoff is worth it.
Disclaimer: Young Justice is not mine. Since this takes place the winter following Season 2, my oc's do not even show up in this fic. I OWN NOTHING.
It was still early afternoon, but the dim shade of the pine trees meant the holographic memorials were visible, despite the sunlit hour. Three figures stood in front of the newest one.
One was a tan-skinned young man, the faint trace of gills barely visible above his jacket collar, his blonde hair cut close to the scalp, and his silver eyes were dark with regret.
Beside him stood another young man with pale skin and dark hair in a somewhat-shaggy mop. He was just taller than his friend, but his bearing was just as straight, almost militaristic, and if one could see beneath his dark sunglasses, one would see dark blue eyes in which pain and guilt mingled together, and frighteningly dark circles beneath them.
The third figure was a blonde young woman, shorter than both and standing a little apart. Like the dark-haired young man, she evidently had not slept—or at least, not slept well—for several days, if not weeks, and her own grey-blue eyes were frighteningly blank.
The three stood motionless for a while, before the figure in the middle—the tan-skinned young man—reached out to the girl. "Artemis?" he asked, gently.
The blonde flinched, then blinked, clearing her throat. "Here, yeah. Sorry—zoned out."
"There is no need to apologize," Kaldur assured her. "I merely was trying to determine if you were…holding up well."
"As well as can be expected," Artemis replied, still not meeting the Atlantean's gaze. She kept taking in the familiar form, larger than life but lacking all the color that Wally had brought them while he was alive. "How did you meet him?" She asked abruptly.
This finally prompted a response for Dick, who glanced over at the other two. "Hm?"
The archer shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Well, you were both there for my first impression of Baywatch, but I was a few years too late for yours. How did you meet him?"
Kaldur gestured to his younger friend. "You were the first to meet Wally, he the first to follow in your footsteps. You should start."
A slow, sad smile crossed the detective's face as he began the story. "Well, Kid Mouth and I didn't exactly have the best of starts, but we got past it pretty quickly. And good thing, too—it's hard to take down a smuggling ring if you're always bickering with the guy you're working with…"
So, yeah. I wish I knew the ending to the story I started, but honestly, I have no idea. (Don't kill me please; I've just seen so many good 'first encounter' fics I don't think I can pick a favorite.)
As always, if you saw something you liked, or something you think I can fix/improve on for next time, don't hesitate to leave a review and let me know!