Chapter 6
A/N: hey everyone! Welcome back! Glad to see all the reviews and interest in this story. Honestly, I didn't think it was going to get this much so thanks! Also, more good news! I have just finished my last semester in college! And I have the summer before grad school starts, which means I'll have more time to work on this and other stories.
Anyways, I don't own FNAF or YJ, just the story idea.
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"Telepathy"
Happy Harbor, August 8, 23:15EDT
A bad guy had gotten in while their guard was down.
They stopped the assassin, but they had to move the doctor because she got away.
Mike sat across from Dr. Roquette at a different terminal in the diner they had decided to hide in. Glancing away from the screen, he saw Kid Flash perched on a counter, looking bored as Artemis paced. They would toss glares at each other every now and then, but least they were being quiet this time.
"Stop it, both of you," Aqualad scolded suddenly.
"What?"
"I can hear you glaring."
Snickering to himself, Mike turned his attention back to the screen, he flipped through the different camera feeds. A green square appeared on one of the streams, causing him to pause as he adjusted the angle and zoomed in. Hopefully it was just another animal.
It wasn't an animal, but it wasn't a cause for alarm either. Just Kaldur continuing his patrol around the building. "Everything's all clear on the cameras so far."
"Good. Keep your eyes open, our enemy will likely try something again soon."
Even though he couldn't see it, Mike nodded, adjusting the controls to have multiple feeds on the monitors at once. It would be more difficult to keep track of each individual screen, but overall it'd be more effective than flipping through the various feeds. This way there'd be no prolonged blind spots.
Though he didn't have to wait long before he got another set of motion notifications from the southwest side of the building. Same area where Aqualad had been a minute ago. Clicking back to full screen, Mike's brows shot up as he spotted the assassin plus two others on camera, surrounding what appeared to be an unconscious Aqualad.
"We have company," he said, looking to his startled comrades. "The assassin from earlier and two others: a Captain Hook and Spider Man knockoff. Aqualad's down."
"Got it." Kid Flash jumped off the counter as Artemis pulled out a bow. "Any idea where they're coming from, Remnant?"
Almost as if to answer his question, the Spider Man assassin burst through the door.
"I'm guessing the front door," Mike replied.
Kid Flash was the first to react as he shot forwards, trying to kick the hitman's feet out from under him. The assassin leapt up, avoiding the strike. Midair, he flipped over and landed on his feet dangling from the ceiling as he flicked his wrists, sending red web-fluid splatting against the floor. Leaping out of the way, Mike grabbed the chair he'd previously been sitting on, hurling it in their opponent's direction. The Spider dodged, dropping from the roof as the chair legs embedded themselves in the popcorn ceiling.
The sound of glass shattering behind them made Mike turn, gritting his teeth as he saw one of the other assassin's leaping behind a bench as Artemis shot an arrow at him. Glancing back at the first assassin, he saw him trying to land a hit on the speedster. Looks like Kid had that one covered.
Ok, so they had two assassins, but they were missing one. "Anyone got eyes on the third assassin?" he asked.
"No."
"I've got eyes on her," Miss Martian replied as a table lifted into the air, blocking two crossbow bolts coming from the ceiling.
"Martian's here! It's now or never!"
Kid Flash grunted as Black Spider kicked him overhead and into a wall. Turning around, the web-slinging assassin grabbed the table, yanking it out of the way as the leader leapt from the ceiling towards the doctor. That wasn't good. They needed to keep the hired killers occupied.
Mike's bright idea to distract her was to throw the wrench from his utility belt at her head. She barely dodged the surprise weapon, but behind her mask he imagined she was looking at him incredulously. It probably wasn't every day she got attacked with everyday tools. Standing between her and her target, Mike raised his fists. His uncle was going to kill him if he found out he threw himself in front of an assassin. "Dr. Roquette! Go with Miss Martian and Aqualad! We'll handle them."
Nodding quickly, the blonde scientist practically raced from the building, yelping as the metal hook of the other assassin shot towards her. Only to turn midair and shoot back towards its sender, hitting him in the face.
He had to keep himself from smirking as he raised his fists. In his opinion that looked like a pretty convincing performance. The longer their enemies believed Miss Martian was Dr. Roquette, the more time they would spend on a while goose chase while the real doctor had all the time in the world to make a virus to end the fog.
Twirling her sai in her hands, the masked woman tilted her head, "You're only prolonging the inevitable."
"Who's the one being outsmarted by a group of teenagers, again?" he shot back.
He almost swore the assassin snickered. "I like you." Without warning, she shot forwards, the blade of one of her sai digging into his forearm as he blocked the stab towards his throat. "That had to hurt."
"Please," he scoffed, kicking her in the gut. The blade of her weapon was still stabbing through his arm as she flipped back, landing in a crouch. Ripping it out, he tossed the weapon behind him, out of reach. "You're gonna have to try harder than that."
"Is that so?" she mused, pulling out a collapsible katana.
Mike barely dodged the woman's lunge, the tip of the blade cutting his cheek as he stepped aside. Grabbing her outstretched arm, he flipped her over his shoulder, slamming her onto the ground. He was about to arm-bar her when she twisted in his grip, one foot kicking his arms while the other swept his legs out from under him. Pain stabbed through his head as he felt to the ground, blood trickling form his forehead from where he'd hit it on a corner on the way down.
"Not bad," the assassin spoke, stabbing her katana into his leg. "But not good enough." Springing to her feet, the assassin raced through his fighting teammates, "Pursuing target. Keep 'em busy."
Cursing silently, Mike forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his leg as he pulled the blade out. There was no way he was in any condition to pursue her right now. Not for a few minutes. And in that time she could find the doctor. Someone else needed to stop her. His gaze landed on Captain Hook fighting Artemis. He could keep him busy for a little bit. Miss Martian had already done a number on him as it was.
The one-armed assassin swung at the archer, turning his back to him. Seizing the opportunity, Mike lunged, wrapping his arm around the man's neck and squeezing. "Go! I'll handle him."
The blonde nodded, a determined look settling on her face as she whirled on her heel, sprinting towards the door. "Pursing their leader, take the rest down," she called to Kid as she passed.
"You so aren't the boss of me!"
"Just do it!" they both snapped.
The assassin Mike was attempting to strangle stumbled back, hitting a wall as he tried to use his good arm to pull him off. Squeezing tighter, the teen grunted as the assassin forcefully slammed his back against the wall, still trying to dislodge him.
After a few more slams, slowly, the assassin lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground. With a sigh of relief, Mike got off the unconscious man, a mix of sweat and blood plastering his hair to his brow as he looked for the cuffs Batman said he had in his belt. Though, considering the man had only one arm, it did take him a minute to figure out how to cuff him. Mike ended up settling on locking his free-hand to his belt and tying the hook-chain around it. "I got mine."
"Great," Kid Flash called, breathing heavily. "Little help?"
Pushing himself upright, Mike looked over the desks, brows shooting up as he spotting Kid Flash sitting on the floor in front of an unconscious assassin as red webbing pinned his arms to his side. "Uh, yeah," he nodded, "Just a sec." Turning around, he scanned the floor for something to cut the webbing. Thankfully, however, it didn't take him long to find one of the discarded weapons from the assassin he'd fought.
"Holy shit. Are you ok?"
"It's just a flesh wound," he smirked, kneeling by the other assassin and pulling out the second set of cuffs.
The speedster didn't look amused by his half-assed joke. "Seriously man, that's a lot of blood."
"Eh," he shrugged, moving over to his teammate, "I've had worse. Hold still."
If the other protégé was going to protest, whatever it was seemed to die on his lips as Mike started cutting slowly at the sticky web. He'd frequently have to pull the blade back, wiping off webbing before starting the tedious process again.
He was almost done when the sudden voices in his head almost made him cut the other teen. "Our mission has been successful," Aqualad stated. "Though Cheshire got away. Kid, Remnant, what of your status?"
Almost instantly a shadow crossed the speedster's face. "Oh, really? Cause we got ours."
Mike sighed audibly, setting the weapon down, "Please don't start fighting again. I don't need that headache."
At least Kid Flash had the decency to look a little guilty. "Guys, Remnant's hurt."
"It's not that bad."
"Dude! You're bleeding from three places!"
Mike gave him an irritated glare, "I'm fine."
"We will let Red Tornado determine that in the med-bay back at the Cave," Aqualad chastised. "But still, the fog has been neutralized, and Dr. Roquette is safe. Thanks in no small part to both of you. Welcome to the Team."
"So, what'd you think of your first Team mission?" Kid Flash grinned, holding out a hand.
A small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Remnant accepted the help up. "You guys are insane," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I like it. Just, please, don't argue like that through the mind-link again. Getting stabbed hurt less than that."
"Dude!"
