Uh, in the Static Shock series, this is sometime after Robert Hawkins finds out his son is Static. In the Justice League Unlimited series, I honestly don't know. I've seen very little of JLU, and even less of its predecessor, the original Justice League cartoon. I'd welcome help on getting the characteriztion of the J'onn, Diana, and HawkGirl (what's her real name, BTW?) down. I think I know the others alright though.
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WHAT!
Virgil tapped his foot anxiously as he and Richie waited on the porch. Virgil had refused to wait "in the same house as that evil freak-bear." Thus the two teens were freezing their nerves away outdoors, despite the fresh snow on the ground. Virgil had even gone so far as to warn both his father and Sharon that they'd get out of the house and away from Mr. Meow if they were smart. Richie had taken Mr. Hawkins aside and quietly explained that his son needed a vacation from hero work and that the League would be helping out. Robert had quickly given the go-ahead when he heard that Virgil had been having delusions involving a homicidal plush toy.
Diana pulled up in what appeared to be a normal car, accompanied by Clark. "We just dropped off a few members of Young Justice at an apartment near here. They'll take care of Dakota in your absence," Clark informed them.
"Now, where is this 'possessed' toy?" Diana asked.
"Mr. Meow is in my room," the coffee-colored teen replied. Then, eyeing the older heroes warily, "Why?"
"We intend to study the thing," Diana replied nonchalantly.
"WHAT!" Anyone walking by just then would have thought Virgil was white. "After that thing tried to kill me!"
Clark raised an eyebrow at Richie, silently questioning. The blonde mouthed the word 'later.' "Well then, we need to find out how it can do that," the mild mannered reporter replied.
"NonononononoNO! I am not traveling in the same vehicle as that evil, creepy little bear!" Virgil protested, shuddering at the thought. He crossed his arms. He would stand his ground on this.
While the three guys talked, Diana retrieved Mr. Meow, and loaded him into the back seat of the car without Virgil noticing. Clark did notice, and picked the stubborn boy up and placed him in the back seat as well. Virgil clambered to the opposite side of the short bench, making Richie climb over him and into the middle. He would've attempted to get out, but Clark was in the way and Virgil had learned early on that the Superman wasn't called 'The Man of Steel' for nothing.
Clark and Diana got into the front seats, and as soon as they were out of city limits, they found a rarely-traveled little backroad. Diana pushed a button and the car turned into a spaceworthy jet. They took off into the sky.
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By the time the little group finally reached the Watchtower Virgil was a nervous wreck. The engine had died twice in space, and though he didn't say it he blamed both incidents on Mr. Meow. He didn't have to say it. The way he glared at the stuffie said it all. That, and he absolutely refused to look away from it, much like a small child who couldn't look away from his closet for fear monsters would pop out and catch him unawares.
John greeted them when they arrived, and said Wally was there too. When Richie asked where, he stepped forward to reveal his partner hiding behind him. At the questioning looks he was getting, Wally got a teensy bit defensive. "Hey, we don't know for sure that thing isn't possessed, and I'm not taking any chances."
John rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Virgil didn't have time to ooh and aah over the Tower like he was prone to doing. Instead he was spending his time making mental note of all possible exits and staying as far away from Clark (who was holding Mr. Meow) as possible. John and Wally helped with the bags Mr. Hawkins had helped pack. Well, Richie had packed his own, and Mr. Hawkins had packed all of Virgil's.
Apparently the freaked-out teen wasn't the only one keeping his distance from the evil teddy bear though. Wally hung back too, when Clark walked out of the hangar with the others. The energetic young man looked over at his mocha-skinned companion and asked quietly, eyes wide as silver dollars, "So it moves?"
Virgil looked over at him and said solemnly, "Yeah."
"You think it might be a teddy bear version of that creepy doll on Child's Play?" Quick, curt nod from Virgil. "Crap we're in trouble again. Dammit. You know, I had an action figure once that moved when it shouldn't have. Inanimate objects shouldn't move on their own. It's wrong. It's so creepy. And I can't believe Bruce is actually going to study that thing. What's its name again?"
"Mr. Meow."
"Dang. I hope it doesn't go all homicidal. I saw The Tommyknockers, too, with the evil possessed toys. Never bothered reading the book, I mean, come on! It's a Stephen King novel! Horror books are always scarier than the movie versions, and the movie creeped me out bad enough, you know what I mean?"
They'd caught up to John and Richie by the time Wally finished rambling. "Quit filling the kid's head with horror stories that aren't based on reality," John ordered firmly, having heard the tail end of his partner's rant.
"You'll sing a different tune when we're all trying to stay alive and running from that bear, John," Wally replied morbidly.
From the front of the group came Clark's voice, with a wry sort of amusement in his tone. "Enough with the macabre thoughts, Wally. Or should I call Chloe again?"
That shut him up. Wally had met the spunky little blonde reporter once, and that had been more than enough. She scared him. Nope, he definitely did not want her around.
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Richie and Virgil had gotten settled in, and Mr. Meow was in one of the labs on the Watchtower. Apparently Bruce and J'onn were studying it together. Someone had said something about J'onn maybe being able to detect the creature's intentions if it really was possessed. Virgil hadn't been listening at the time; he'd been busy trying to shout over the person to warn everyone on the Tower of the danger presented by his stuffie.
"Hey bro, you'll be fine on your own, so I'm gonna go check on Bruce and J'onn's progress," Richie said.
Virgil's eyes went wide. "Don't Rich! You don't have to do this! You'll be killed!"
The blonde Bang Baby rolled his baby blues. "I'll be fine, V. I'm a superhero, and I'll be totally surrounded by other superheroes. Besides, inanimate objects don't move on their own, bro. It's a fact of science."
"This one does!"
"Aw, come on. It's just a teddy bear."
Richie left before Virgil could reply. He climbed the ladder to the higher mattress of the bunk bed they'd been given and sat down. Maybe Richie was right, but a knot was forming in his gut, telling him something was off... .
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The door of the lab slid open, and Richie grinned. Bruce and J'onn were taking a pizza break. He joined them, helped himself to a slice of pizza and asked, "What've you found so far?"
"Nothing," replied Bruce. "We're waiting for the chemical test we're running on it to finish up."
"Chemical test? Like for Bang gas?"
"Among other things."
Richie nodded, and the room drifted into a comfortable silence. Unfortunately, distraction came with a price. The bear sitting on the counter in a little glass cube turned its head to look at the three superheroes. Its eyes flashed briefly with an unholy light... .
DUN DUN DUN! Cue the creepy music!
Thank you, guys, for being so patient for the next chapter of this fic. I just couldn't figure out how to do what I wanted to do. I'm moving sometime this week, though, and may or may not be able to get updates out very often. I'll let you know as soon as I know.
Big thank you to leev, for helping my plot bunny have baby plot bunnies for this fic!