I know it's early on a Saturday, but I'm up, so it's not that bad. Anyway, I am going to some babysitting thing all morning and I look forward to coming home and seeing a bunch of visitors and hits and reviews and stuff. Thanks for Reading!

Btw, What's the deal with Young Justice? Is the season over already?

.®.®.®.®.®.Chapter 13.®.®.®.®.®.

You're a What Now?

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August 13, 7:32 EDT

Caleb breathed deeply, staring into the man's eyes. His glare pierced right through the barrel of the heavy weapon. He was already shot in the shoulder, and if this thing went off, his insides would be macaroni in under a millisecond.

The man's gray suit jacket was stained with fresh coffee and his scruffy brown hair clashed with his burning eyes. Those were strange in of themselves. One half of the pair was blue and the other was black. Staring at them reminded Dick of those belonging to the man that murdered his family.

He heard Grace struggle as the American grabbed her. He watched as Grégoire's scowled taunted him. They were so close, what went wrong?

"Make sure that he can't escape again." the brat commanded as he walked away.

The man pointed the gun from Caleb's chest, and targeted it at the boy's head. But the child was not done yet. They had tried too hard and gotten too close to give up. He had easily taken down scores of these men with bigger weapons many a time before.

Bringing his legs up, he kneed the man in the back, thus the man's knee that was on the child's arm was lifted. This allowed Robin to grab the gun with one hand and sucker punch the man square in the face with his second.

Throwing the giant being off him, Robin was thrown back himself after being side kicked in the ribs by Grégoire. After rolling backwards and catapulting off his hands, the youth ninja recovered at a startling rate. Standing, he sprinted toward Grace.

Grégoire stared in shock, that was a hard kick.

That was nothing.

His nose bleeding, his head throbbing, and his shoulder stinging like crazy, The Boy Wonder was on a roll. But it was broken when the American pointed his hand-gun to Grace's head, threatening to fire if the boy came any closer.

Robin's hands went back to his waist instinctively, but he wasn't wearing his utility belt. Dropping to the ground, his slid to a stop and rolled the last foot of area. The move, though painful, halting him quicker than any other way would have.

"There we go." the American soothed as if he was trying to calm the entire situation. As soon as Caleb was down, the man put his gun away. The child detected that the American, though strong, didn't like his weapon. Nor did he enjoy waving it at kids.

Grace, who had been relatively quiet so far, screamed, "CALEB!"

He turned just in time to see the but of a gun strike him in the face. He fell, unconscious.

Grace yelled and struggled to get to him, but the American's strong arms held her back. Raising her foot she kicked him in the knee, then proceeded to jab him with her elbow.

Running, she dropped by Caleb's bleeding body, and immediately reset his glasses back onto his face, disguising her movements as brushing his hair coal to the side.

Grégoire laid his hand on her shoulder. She wanted to break every bone in it. "So, are you gonna' be a good amienow?" he mocked the girl motioning to Caleb.

"You paunt tas de morve et grosse merde!" she yelled at him standing up to meet him face to face. Flaming eyes met infuriated ones.

"You watch your tongue girl!" he raised a hand to slap her, but she didn't flinch. "So, is that how it's gonna'-"

SLAP

The two men rushed forward and easily drug Grace Emilia Ross back. She went with them like a rag-doll. She had no motive in trying to escape, no reason to fight back. She was beyond enraged but content with a painful slap across the face of her captivator.

"YOU LITTLE-!" but Grégoire's words were interrupted by distant sirens. "The flic! Quick get them in the truck!"

"Both?" the American asked as he gently forced Grace away from Caleb

"Yes the both of them you moron! Geez Jack, I would think that a once was con would know a thing or two."

"Hey, not going there." Jack said, escorting Grace back to the trailer.

The big man that was well dressed, threw Caleb over his large shoulder.

"Hey, careful with him Bruno. The kid's already shot." Jack corrected the man's harsh movements.

"Oh don't you start getting all soft." Grégoire climbing into the truck.

"Hey, you go drive. I'm gonna' stay back and make sure the kid's all right. And no, I'm not hungry! And I especially don't want any food! THANKS FOR ASKING!" he yelled up to Grégoire who was only honking the horn over Jack's sarcasm.

Jack closed the door behind him as Bruno ran to the front and sat in the driver's seat.

Grace stared at him as they roared off. She had Caleb's head in her hands, and she wasn't about to give it up.

"Okay, look. I know you're mad, but right now you're friend's hurt and needs help."

"And you're gonna' help? Right... you expect me to believe that like I'm stupid or something." Grace was both stubborn and was convinced that she was right.

After a few minutes of close-minded arguing, Jack was annoyed of talking and tired of not helping.

"Listen!" He forcefully got her attention, but wasn't rude about it. He slowly reached his arm around his back.

Grace jumped and grabbed Caleb closer. She was not about to allow them to get shot in the back of a trailer. But the American didn't pull out what the frightened girl was expecting.

A badge shimmered despite the dim light in the trailer.

Jack quietly explained. "I'm an undercover cop."