(Happy Thanksgiving!
Just a heads up- this is my OTP... and I'm putting Jericho in a dress again...)
"We need to get somebody else into that party." Robin said through gritted teeth. "Can't you pull strings as your secret identity?" Raven asked. "I tried that, the guest list is not accepting anyone else unless they have an invitation or they got brought by someone invited... I'm already taking Starfire as my escort but I would feel much better if we could get in one more titan."
Raven glanced at the list of possibilities. "I'd suggest Jericho. His power of possession could be very handy." She said. "I was considering that too... but how do we get him in?" Robin drummed his fingers on the desk. "As the help?" Raven suggested. Robin shook his head no. "Also tried that angle- they do extremely thorough background checks, and Jericho has no experience as a waiter I'm sure." He said. "Call him up, check." Raven suggested.
Robin flicked open his communicator. "Calling Jericho." He said. The communicator fizzed and Jericho appeared. "Hi, Jericho. We need your help for an undercover mission... have you any experience as a waiter or something?" Robin asked. Jericho shook his head no before typing in (for Jericho's convenience they added in a texting option) 'No, I couldn't due to my disability.'
Sighing, the Boy Wonder pinched the bridge of his nose. "That leaves the only option for you to get invited... does your secret identity have influence?" Jericho smiled sheepishly before shaking his head. Then he snapped his fingers and typed, 'Do we know anyone on the guest list?' "Not really, and if the assassin happens to be someone on the list, we wouldn't want to put you in danger. We're still running the names to see if we come up with anything." Robin said.
At that moment, the computer beeped and Raven said, "Hold on... we got a hit on one of the names, Elliot Knight." Jericho looked attentive. 'I believe I know that name from the time I jumped into a villain's body... I can't remember which one though.' He typed. "You don't need to remember... it's Kyd Wykkyd." Raven read off the screen.
Robin raised an eyebrow. "He doesn't strike me as the assassin type." He said. "He isn't... but I got an idea. We need to find him first though." Raven said.
Kyd arched an eyebrow. 'So, you won't arrest me... because you need my invitation to a ball… otherwise someone will get killed?' He signed. "Pretty much... you aren't going to object taking Jericho as your date?" Robin said. Raven, Robin, and Jericho had cornered Kyd in an alley. If he moved his cape a millimeter Jericho would possess him so fast his head would spin.
The dark teleporter shrugged. 'That is no problem... however, you forget the host. Charles Spring, Jump City's biggest homophobe.' He signed. Robin groaned. "You're kidding... couldn't we just call you two brothers or something?" Kyd raised an eyebrow, no words were needed.
Raven sighed. "I could go instead, or Bumblebee..." Kyd shook his head no. 'The ball is tonight, it would take too long to program a holo-ring. I have an idea though... unless Jericho is too chicken.' He signed, smirking.
Jericho scowled. 'I'm not chicken!' He signed. Kyd smirked worse. 'All right...'
"Well, it was a good idea."
"And he looks good in the dress."
'I hate you all.'
Jericho had his arms crossed, and he looked down right pissed. Well, he didn't look so much a 'he' anymore.
With the girl's help, especially Jinx's, Joseph Wilson had been transformed into Josephine Wilson. He wore a long (rather shimmery) dark blue dress that touched the floor with sleeves that just covered his shoulders. His accessories were white long gloves and a matching color choker with a diamond to hide his scar. A diamond bracelet was on his right wrist. With the assistance of extensions, his hair reached the bottom of his neck, and make up was tastefully applied.
Jericho glared at the mirror, obviously disgusted. 'Of COURSE Kyd Wykkyd would've suggested this!' He signed, throwing his arms up. "As much as I hate to say it, it is an excellent disguise. If I didn't know better..." Jericho turned and glared at Robin. 'If you finish that sentence I am quitting the titans.' He signed.
Robin backed off, sweat dropping. Jericho sat down in a chair and he lowered his head. 'If my father could see me he'd be so angry...' He signed sadly. Robin glared at Cyborg and Beast Boy and they quickly retreated. Robin rested a hand on Jericho's shoulder. "It's okay. If you really want to back out, Starfire and I will handle it with the other titans outside as backup."
Jericho looked up at Robin and smiled weakly. 'I'm a titan, I have a job to do... at least they didn't make me wear heels.' He signed. "Thanks, Jericho. Kyd agreed to limo share with us, which will save money on the titan's budget at the least." Robin said. 'Why did he rent a limo, he can teleport. And how did he get invited to this thing anyway?' Jericho asked.
Robin thought for a couple seconds. "For the first question, he probably wants to seem more normal. And for the second part, I'm not sure; I'll question him on the way there. For all we know, he's the assassin." 'Wouldn't exactly be wise to help the people trying to take you down.' Jericho pointed out. Robin nodded. "Robin, I believe the term is 'showtime'."
Starfire walked in, in a dark green strapless dress. Robin tried not to stare. "Starfire… you look beautiful." He said. "You look quite handsome as well. And friend Jericho, thank you for helping us." She chose wisely not to compliment his looks.
Jericho smiled and signed, 'You're welcome.' "Let's get going. We don't want to be late." Robin said.
They met Kyd, just where they said they would, in front of a house in the city. The teleporter had kept his promise shockingly; he was waiting in front, in a tuxedo. He glanced at Jericho and signed, 'Very good disguise, I didn't recognize you for a second.' 'The next chance I get, I am throwing you in jail.' Jericho signed, glowering.
The limo pulled up. 'Don't call me Kyd Wykkyd, whatever you do, it's Elliot.' Kyd advised before he 'helped' Jericho into the limo. Jericho accepted the help gracefully, after all, the driver probably thought he was woman and he didn't want to blow his cover. Starfire and Robin slid in the seat across from them and motioned for the divider between them and the driver to come up so they could talk privately.
After it was up, Robin asked, "How did you get ahold of this invitation?" 'Charles Spring was related to the previous headmistress before Brother Blood and he was also chummy with Brother Blood. All HIVE students received invitations to his parties, it appears this year I'm the only one who RSVP'd.' Kyd nodded. "Figured his hands were dirty." 'He's a politician. Of course his hands are dirty.' Kyd signed with a smirk.
Glancing out the window for a second, Kyd mouthed a curse word. 'Almost forgot my contacts.' The teleporter signed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a contact case and waved it around to show Robin and Starfire before placing in dark brown, almost reddish contacts. "I take it that not everyone at the party knows you're a villain?" Starfire asked. Kyd shook his head no. 'Next to none… it looks like we're here. Remember, no calling me Kyd!' "Got it." Robin said with a nod.
The driver opened the door and Kyd slid out. Jericho almost got out by himself before Kyd held out his hand. Jericho resisted the strong urge to smack him before taking it and getting helped out. 'Have to keep up appearances, Josephine.' Kyd signed. 'This party so better have alcohol.' Jericho signed back.
Kyd hid his mouth behind his hand to hide his snickers.
When they got inside, a man with graying black hair and a smile approached Jericho and his date. "Welcome, Elliot… well isn't this a surprise. You usually come alone to my events." He said. Elliot nodded his head and Jericho looked at his feet. 'Nice to see you, Mr. Spring. This is my escort, Josephine. She also uses sign language and is not deaf.' Elliot signed. 'Pleasure to meet you.' Jericho signed, curtsying slightly.
Charles' smile widened and, taking Jericho's hand, kissed it. "A pleasure as well. Have fun mingling tonight, Elliot… by the way, is your school going to start back up or is that merely a rumor?"
'Merely a rumor. Have a pleasant night.' Kyd guided Jericho away before smirking again. 'What, may I ask, is so funny?' Jericho signed. 'Oh, nothing… just wondering what Spring's reaction would be if he knew he kissed a boy's hand.' Kyd signed. '… If we weren't in public, I would smack you.' Jericho signed.
Kyd just silently chuckled. 'Come on, let's hit the punch bowl.'
The teleporter poured Jericho a glass of the frothy pink juice. Jericho accepted it with grace and sipped, glancing around for any possible killer. 'So who's the victim?' Kyd signed discreetly, hands away from anyone who could see. 'To be honest we aren't completely sure. We just received a reliable tip that someone, a new assassin, was going to take his first victim tonight.' Jericho explained, setting down his cup to sign and picking it up again.
Kyd nodded, and, to Jericho's surprise, gently seemed to push the bangs out of Jericho's eyes. 'Jericho, don't take this the wrong way.' He signed before leaning down and kissing Jericho on the cheek.
First thought- oh my gosh I'm being kissed! Second thought: I'm being kissed by Kyd Wykkyd! But after Kyd pulled away Jericho heard a voice echo in his head. "Signing is a bit too showy; don't want to tip someone off by mistake. Close contact makes it easier to establish a link." He explained. Jericho blinked. "Oh," was all he could say back, trying out the link.
Kyd got his own punch and while he downed it, said, "You're blushing." "Shut up!" Jericho then glanced across the dance floor at the stage and held up a hand. "Hold up… the stage… I didn't recall there was entertainment like that tonight." Kyd tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Last minute thing I heard. Some singers from Japan are here and they offered to do a free performance… hmm… now that you say it that does raise one or two red flags… we need to get to that stage."
Jericho glanced across the dance floor. "Let's dance our way through, it's the best idea." He suggested. Kyd grinned and offered his arm. "Best idea you've had all night."
The two spun themselves across the floor, Jericho thankful that Kyd knew the logistics of dancing and could lead, considering Jericho didn't have a clue how to dance.
When they reached the stage, Kyd glanced around. "No obvious traps… I don't see anything that would indicate hidden firearms… the performance starts in five minutes, at least we're basically right next to it."
It seemed that at that moment everyone began heading to the stage. Robin and Starfire were near the back unfortunately.
The curtains pulled back to reveal… nothing. The people began to grumble.
Kyd glanced around, and then looked back. Gasping, he pointed behind them. Jericho turned and saw someone sneaking up behind the crowd, with a hood over his features. A flash revealed he had a knife in hand… and he was heading directly for Starfire. "He wanted to target a titan!" He said. "We should've guessed- hold on!"
The dark titan wrapped an arm around Jericho and the two vanished. No one seemed to notice, after all, it was a crowd.
Kyd appeared right in front of the armed man and socked him in the gut. The knife clattered to the ground and Jericho retrieved it. Starfire gasped when she realized how close she was to a stab wound.
The crowd definitely noticed that though. Everyone began to panic and freak out. The man pulled his hood down and ran off. "Get back here! Star, call the back up outside!" Robin ordered. "I shall!" Starfire said, pulling out her communicator.
The would be assassin paused in the hallway and stopped for breath. Well that backfired… no matter. He'd get another chance.
Someone tapped his shoulder and the man turned.
Whack!
Jericho waved his hand around. Kyd nodded appreciatively. 'Nice hit.' He signed. Jericho nodded. 'Not a problem. Er… Kyd, could you teleport me to the tower? If I have to stay in a dress any longer…'
Chuckling, Kyd dropped a note by the unconscious man and teleported off with Jericho.
Robin found the body a minute later. He kneeled by him and checked out the note.
Robin,
This is the assassin. Jericho wasn't feeling that hot so I took him back to the tower…
Sincerely,
Kyd Wykkyd.
Robin sighed and tucked the note in his belt before tying up the crook and getting him into police custody.
Jericho walked out of his shower, toweling off his hair and in his pajamas. There was a spare room in the tower for any honorary titan staying for a bit that was completely furnished, even had a television.
Kyd Wykkyd was sitting at the end of the bed, somehow in his uniform with the hood off, and watching said TV. He motioned Jericho over. "Come on, Jericho, this would be a much more fun date than a silly dance." He said.
Jericho blushed and signed, 'Can't you remove the link now?' Kyd pondered this for a second. "I could. But I don't want to. Please? We could build a pillow fort too."
The teleporter lifted up a pillow and looked pleadingly at Jericho. Finally Jericho caved and said, "Fine." Then Jericho got a curious look on his face. "… What's a pillow fort?"
Kyd Wykkyd grinned. "I'll show you."
(I can imagine Jericho not knowing what a pillow fort is…
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