Notes: Part two of Cyber Punk. Takes place several months after the first part. Don't get used to this length.
Cyber Punk 2
Raven Roth leaned back in the comfy chair she had collapsed into. Stretching into a more comfortable position, she opened her eyes to find that she had company. Jenny "Jinx" Hexe sat in the chair nearest her and Kori Anders hovered slightly over the one on her other side. Raven regarded her two closest friends with a raised eyebrow.
"Tough mission?" Jinx asked, sympathy evident. But then, Jinx and Jason didn't exactly get along, so the sympathy was for having to put up with her partner.
"Just a long one," Raven replied neutrally. Not that she didn't trust Jinx, but, well, missions were top secret and not to be talked about. But then, the boss was well known to be incredibly paranoid.
"Yes, you have been gone for several days," Kori agreed, frowning slightly. "I was worried about you."
"My powers didn't go out of control on this one, Kori," Raven deadpanned, hoping to get a laugh out of her redheaded friend. When Kori barely cracked a smile, Raven sat up. "What aren't you two telling me?" she demanded.
"Rae… tomorrow's your eighteenth birthday," Jinx reminded her. "And, well… you're an elemental…"
Raven grimaced, understanding in her features. "I'm not going to go the way of that traitor," she spat.
"Of course you won't!" Kori rushed to assure her. "It's just, well… everyone's worried about everything," the green-eyed young woman finished lamely.
Before any of them could say any more, however, Jinx's partner ran into the room. "Rae, come quick; Jason and Dick are at it again," Wally managed, practically vibrating in place due to his agitation. Raven growled and took off, Wally keeping pace with her friends behind her.
When the four of them got to the cafeteria in HQ, Jason and Richard Grayson were attempting to punch each other's lights out. All around, various other agents called out encouragement, placed bets, or hollered at them to stop being idiots already. Raven rolled her eyes and, without breaking stride, shot lightning right over the pair's heads.
That certainly got their attention, the violet-haired woman noted with satisfaction. She came to a halt in front of them, hands on hips and eyebrow raised, silently demanding an explanation for the fifth time in as many weeks.
The two boys scuffed at the floor and muttered dark things about the other, but whatever it was that made them fight was intensely private, and they never so much as condemned the other. Finally, Raven sighed and demanded, "can't I even get one hour of peace before you two try and kill each other?"