AN) Hello! I'm really sorry for the delay, but I've kind of lost inspiration for this. But I'm slowly finding it again! Right before…I have no time to write, yeah that sounds like me. Well I hope you all had great holidays and enjoy this!
If Finals week and tech week had a baby and it was raised by thunder storms it would be the day Megan was having. The bi-monthly meeting had not gone well, more fighting and no progress made. She had declined La'gaan's company, preferring to let Gar jump on her lap as a little Basset Hound, droopy ears making everything a little better.
After a while, Gar has his normal self at her side—the green siblings watching their favorite show. Megan was so drained, emotionally and mentally. As much as she had grown, she still didn't like conflict—especially within her own team. And ex-teammates she supposed, Wally and Artemis. Connor was annoyed that they were being so demanding since they weren't even in the fight anymore. And that made Megan angry. Wally had such a strong connection with Dick, it would be awful if he abandoned the boy. And Artemis wanted to make things right between them so she was desperate to find him as well.
What would Dick be coming back too? Her and Conner fighting, Wally no longer Kid Flash, Kaldur becoming more distant from them all, and new kids. Raquel and Zatanna! He had never met them before either. Red X gone…how could he come back to that?
"Meg?" She stirred, turning to face her brother. The smooth wood was a huge contrast to his green. Megan's eyes growing wide as she recognized the picture he held. "Who's this?"
She pulled, mentally. Their family picture flying away from him. "No one Garfield."
"Hum…that was definitely a person sitting with Kaldur." He crossed his arms. "Come on sis! You can tell me."
She sighed, tracing a hand over the glassy surface, swirling a finger across his smile. It would be so nice to tell his story.
"His name is Dick, he was such a cutie." Megan laughed slightly, raising and arm to call Garfield closer. He tucked under it, looking at the picture with her. "We were supposed to take care of him, he was our mission. Our most important one."
"What happened to him?"
"He was kidnapped."
"By who? I'll beat them up for you Meg." He balled his little fists, punching half-heartedly at the air. She squeezed him.
"Thank you Garfield, but I don't want you going anywhere near that man. I don't want to lose my second brother."
"But I want to make you happy!" He pointed at the picture. "If he makes you happy I'm getting him."
Gar couldn't go near Slade, she would rather die than ever have him be hurt. As much as he wanted to help others and use his powers to do so, and Megan wanted him to be the hero dearly, she already lost one brother to Wilson—and the team couldn't handle another loss.
"The League is going to find him, and when they do—it would make me very happy if you were his friend." His smile was wide enough to show both pointed teeth. "He's going to need a friend, can you do that for me?"
"Sure thing sis. Does he like dogs or cats?" He morphed between the two quickly. Megan threw her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sure he'll like you as you, little brother."
Breakline
There were about fifty more shirts he had to fit into his suitcase, but judging by the amount of clothes he had already it probably wasn't a good idea. Alfred would murder him if he ruined any.
Terry zipped the lid closed, before groaning and heading toward the bathroom for toiletries. Always slipped his mind. Returning with shampoo and facewash in hand, Terry jumped maybe a centimeter in the air because of Damian. In all reality should he be startled? The demon did this a lot.
"Hello Satan." He settled the bottles in his bag. "You mad Bruce chose me to go instead of you?"
"No." Terry held back his laughter at the obvious anger in Dami's voice.
"Sure, sure. Why else you would come visit me before I left? It's not like you care 'bout me. Or do you?" He gasped. Damian rolling his eyes, his signature move, and tutted slightly—also a signature move.
"I simply came to ask your thoughts about the team's actions in today's meeting. Not that I really care what you think."
"Heh." He moved the luggage next to the door, starting to work on his carry-on and travel entertainment. "Well, they are justified in being angry. Five years is a pretty long time. And they did spend more time with the kid." He sat on his bed, pausing to actually have a conversation if need be. "And I think they're used to us or Bruce have the answers within a few weeks."
"I understand their concern, I do not wish for Grayson to be a criminal—but they have to understand who we're trying to track."
"They do. And that's what scares them." Terry was scared by Deathstroke to be honest. One eye, no mercy rule—pretty creepy for a fifteen year old to meet.
Run in on a mission. Batman had been there, Terry figured his mentor would win with ease in like…ten minutes. But it had ended in a draw, both tired and Terry hurt, so losses had been cut and battle over. He didn't like to think about that fight in particular. Actually being in close contact with the guy was probably a living nightmare.
"Yes but Grayson—"
"We'll find him…eventually."
"That's what we've said for five years." Damian mumbled, Terry feeling his shoulders sag.
"So we'll say it till we do." He offered that patented 'Big Brother who has to hold crap together' smile. "Help me pack? I've got a red-eye to catch."
Damian walked out, a cold, "I hope you drive on the wrong side of the road," thrown over his shoulder.
"I'll have a chauffeur! Take that Satan!" The dry laugh the followed confirming their friendship. "Tim get my bag!"
"Why me?"
"Cause the anti-Christ will kill me if I ask."
Breakline
Another verse had been figure out, Richard smiled to himself. The notebook tucked safely behind his headboard.
He was surprised that there wasn't a mission that night, usually would be. Instead, the next morning would be a scoping mission. It was common before an assassination. He and Master would usually walk to the block as civilians, Richard getting a feel for the places to hide and find an alternative access if his sniper post was compromised. It had happened before—the building across the street had changed the date of their electric wiring so people had been on the roof.
He hated it. Blood. It was because of the blood. The people he killed, he knew they deserved it. They were killers themselves—but that red liquid. Richard could remember trying to keep it from spilling out of himself, he could still hear the crack of the whip and the blood rolling off his back.
He really didn't want to hurt everyone. So he was quick about it—trying to be as clean as possible. He didn't like the idea of it. One target…okay, as long as they really deserve to die—and most did. But the first time—the night secretary died.
He had been with Master. Richard had taken out the target, not very well. He managed to scream—and boom. Young woman runs in. Pretty, skinny. Red hair with brown eyes. She has stared, screaming her bosses name in surprise. She had stared at Richard and his master. Before the gun was leveled and her fleeing back. And her yellow cardigan had a red stain. That was Richard turn to scream
He understood. She would've filed a report, and they would've had to leave Oldham—have to leave Scott. Richard didn't want to hurt the innocent, he was protecting them! Making sure no one was orphaned like him, no one was hurt by evil. He was taking his own innocence to protect others.
His blue eyes were transfixed on the people around him, mother's hurrying along children, teens taking up the whole sidewalk, lovers with hands latched and heads close, old men with canes hobbling along—and he was just in the middle of it all. Buildings soared around him, financial district. Another business owner probably, most likely embezzling funds.
"An immigrant embezzling our government funds. I can almost see the headline your career is done." He half hummed the words, head turning as someone walked briskly past and bumped into him.
The boy almost shouted at the man to either fight him or get some glasses.
"Careful Richard." A hand grabbed onto his hood and pulled him along.
"Jerk didn't even move!"
"He probably thought you would."
He huffed, tired of being knocked around because he was short. Richard glanced up toward his master, still about three or four feet short. Some assassin he would make.
His eyes were caught by the building he was targeting, people in front of it. He noticed a young man who looked a lot like him. Black hair slicked back, pale features and piercing blue eyes. Only difference was the dress. Pressed suit and a very nice looking watch on his wrist. It would probably fetch a pretty penny on the black market. Who this guy was Richard didn't care.
He pulled away slightly.
"And where are you going?" The amusement in Master's voice causing him to smirk.
"Just practicing." And he gave a quick salute, jogging toward the man.
He pulled out his IPod, pretending to drop it a few feet away from his target. Diving for it he released an awkward screech. Richard caught the device easily, but still fell himself.
"Jarvet's hat!" He cursed as he rolled himself over to his butt. The target and the man he was talking with looked down. "Heheh…sorry." The target reached down…with the watch hand. Yes!
"No problem kid, are you okay?" Richard grasped his wrist back, allowing himself to be pulled up. Quickly he unlatched the watch, sliding it into his sleeve. No one noticed…yet.
A funny look crossed over the man's face. His eyebrow arched and lips parted slightly, but Richard could care less. He basically had 500 bucks in his sleeve.
"Yeah, thank you." He waved slightly with his IPod hand and jogged away. With the watch, man rich people were stupid.
He could recognize his master from behind, and laughing ran up behind him—quickly tapping the man on the left shoulder and jumping over to the right side. Laughing, he quickly palmed the watch to the man—make since for an adult to have a good watch rather than a kid.
"Very good."
"Per usually." There are times he thinks he would be better as a petty thief rather than a mercenary—it's more enjoyable for him.
"I see you've met your target."
"Really? That guy?" He twisted around, pointing at where the man had been. "He doesn't seem like the evil type."
"He's the one on the contract."
Blood began to freeze ever so slightly. "So…he's not that bad?" Not another innocent, please.
"Yes. Don't lose your head when it happens, I know you don't like blood but you need to get used to it."
His mouth was dry. An innocent…and by-hand murder? This—this was too much. But it was orders, if he didn't do it Master would be angry, then he'd carry the contract out himself and probably make Richard watch and beat the snot out of him later.
"I'll donate some of the watch money to charity. To make up for it." He told himself.
Breakline
Terry had noticed his watch went missing. But it—it was him. He would recognize those blue eyes anywhere…and that voice. If that kid wasn't Dick Grayson Terry would let Damian take the next trip.
He excused himself quickly, ducking into his ride. Pulling out his com, Dickie wasn't the only one who had been sneaky. It was one of his own design, and unfortunately Terry wasn't very advanced at tech so the chip only picked up audio. And he had heard enough.
That was definitely Slade, and Terry was definitely going to be killed. So he deactivated the chip, hoping it would fall off once the power was cut. He didn't want Slade to find it and hurt his brother in any way. Besides, the bat had a plan.
Terry closed the window between him and the driver, keeping his voice low. "Red Bat to Nightwing, come in Nightwing."
"Nightwing to Red Bat."
"I need you to meet me in Oldham, bring the team."
"Why Terrence? In over your head?" Damian sounded so snide.
"Sort of, I'm the target of Deathstroke's apprentice."
The silence was brief. "I'll come at once with Drake."
"And the team. We need everyone."
"Understood."
AN) Well…this should be fun! I hope you all review, I love to see them since school is starting again at the end of this week. *faint screaming in the background from offstage* Spot and Alex already have anxiety. Also! I've watch Les Mis and am in love so check for that and tell me where you find it. Peace out fanfam!