Hey guys! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND THE FOLLOWS ON THIS. :D THEY MAKE MY NIGHTS. On another note, have a plot twist/filler chapter since I'm uberbusy but had too many lovely follows, faves, and comments to hold off. This is proof: More follows n' faves leads to more posts. Miracle. Oh, and if you love YJ, sign here: petitions/cartoon-network-warner-bros-bring-back-young-justice-and-green-lantern-the-animated-series and here: petition/bring-back-dc-nation/ to save it. (I recommend using your OC character names.) These guys are giving me whiplash. See you at the bottom!
"School is boring."
"We are grounded."
"It's all your fault."
"And there goes what was left of your chivalry."
Jerra turned and scowled at Dick, who was grinning happily in his prep school uniform. Gotham High's secret heroes were currently in biology class.
"Maybe later, we can pull a prank on Artemis. She's a senior." Dick whispered while their teacher looked away.
"Yeah, and while you're doing that, I'll go yank Wolf's tail. Oh wait. Grounded." She scowled again.
"Only a few weeks left." He shrugged.
"Two weeks, four days, seven hours, and forty-two minutes." Jerra paused. "Forty-one."
"Jerralin, please," Dick groaned. "Let me enjoy being bored to death without you ruining it."
"Fine." She muttered. "But I hate you."
"S' not what you felt on the rooftop," he smirked. Jerra turned a refreshing shade of crimson. "Nice blush."
"Brat."
"Bat brat, yes."
Jerra rolled her eyes, waiting for school to end.
"How do you put up with this? I mean, you've been a hero for six years. I doesn't bother you that you're forced to do such stupid stuff like school?"
Richard shrugged. "You know, I do whatever fits. Richard Grayson goes to school. BW does flips in midair and stops crime. Dick gets pestered a lot by a snarky, curly-haired time mongrel." He sighed. "Some days, I'm not sure which side of me has it worse."
"Ten bucks which side you want me to jump to conclusions." He grinned.
"This is why I hang out with you, Jers. No matter what side of yourself you're being, you have no decent personality."
Dick's signature cackle could be heard along with an indignant shriek from across the park. A young Richard Grayson raced across the grounds, grinning, and a furious looking girl chased after him, yelling unpleasant things.
Dick outran her by a few yards to the car. He dove in, slammed the door, and yelled, "Alfred! Drive! Drive! The lunatic is gaining! And angry!"
"Would forcing her to walk home make her any less irratible?" Bruce Wayne asked from the driver's seat.
Dick was taken aback. "Da-Bruce?"
Suddenly, Jerra rammed into the door, pounding on the windows and yelling furiously. Dick cringed before cheerfully requesting, "Run her over?"
Bruce rolled his eyes and unlocked the doors. Dick yelped as the door flew open, and Jerra dove in.
"Help! Bruce!" Dick shrieked.
She landed a few punches to his stomach before switching to a worse torture.
"No, stop! Jerra, you monster!" He laughed, holding his sides and attempting to shield himself from her tickles.
"You wimp," Jerra said smugly, slumping into her seat and closing the door. She looked up, saying, "Hi, Alfr-Bruce. Huh." She smiled. "Hello."
"Hello, Jerra."
"Are we in trouble?"
"...Should you be?"
"Well," Jerra said flatly, "I am just an angel and could do no wrong." The blank looks she was given via mirror and blue eyes made her roll hers. "You know it's true."
"Buckle up," Bruce commanded. "You have an assignment."
The two exchanged looks.
I will give brownie points to anyone who can guess what this "assignment may be! :D Have fun guessing. It's a real loop. Ha. Kinda. Not really. Well. TO BE CONTINUED...