A\N: Guess who came back from the dead?! This pretty Kitty! *throws confetti in the air* PARTY TIME, YA'LL! My sincerest apologies to the peeps who had to wait this freaking long for me to update this. Like, woah, it's been two years since I even touched this fic. I was actually gonna start reupdating in mid of December, but then I already have some chapters ready and my classes start from December too so I was like, why not? ^^
ALSO! Since my muse is back for this fandom, I'm gonna restart the question of the chapter from this chapter here so if you wanna participate in it, just leave a review :D
Disclaimer: Me? Own Young Justice? Pfffttt. No way!
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
A scowl gracing her features, Life stalked forward, glancing around the empty hall ways with curiosity. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been aimlessly walking forward, even though the strange huge walls looked so familiar, something about them almost sickening as she trudged along silently, guard up to detect any type of movement.
And then suddenly, there was a meek voice, "L-life?" It stuttered, "Life, is that you?"
Breath hitching, the dark magi paused in her walk, gray eyes growing wide to the size of marbles.
"Help me," the voice continued, a sob breaking out. "Please, help me."
Swallowing the lump stuck on her throat, Life peeked out from the corner of a hall, blood running cold as she spotted a familiar face. With heavy steps, she neared the shorter figure, arms slowly wrapping around the younger girl who in return clutched her dearly, weeping silently.
"Please, help me," the girl sobbed uncontrollably, "I don't wanna die."
"You're not going to die," Life assured, squeezing her eyes shut as she pulled her closer. "No one is going to die."
No response came, only cold silence as the girl's grip loosened around her, her bright golden eyes still and glazed over as she fell limp in Life's arms. With a shuddering breath, Life pulled back, mouth going dry as the brunette in her grip fell onto her back, eyes lifeless and breathing stilled, dead.
"No," Life whispered, hand reaching out, fingers brushing against the crimson blood tainting the young heroine's shirt. "No. You-you can't die!"
She clutched her arms, breath stuck somewhere between her lungs. "You can't die!"
Another voice began, deep and bone chilling. "Can't you feel the delicious pain her soulless body gives?" It inquired grimly. "Can't you sense the power filling up each fibre of your body by her dead form?"
Fingers curling into tight fists by her side, Life dropped back, away from the dead girl, pressing up against a cold wall. "Leave me alone," she growled, gray eyes darting around to find the speaker.
Her gaze came across nothing but darkness; darkness that was slowly consuming her surroundings from all sides. She pressed herself more to the wall as the voice continued, unfazed by her panicking form.
"You are what you are," it informed, devoid of any emotion. "Continue to fight against reality, and you will meet a similar fate; just like your ancestors had, just like your mother had. Face it, you are just like your kind. Cruel, selfish and hungry for power."
Eyelids sliding shut, Life cupped her ears, whimpering as the voice continued mercilessly, haunting her like a nightmare.
|GOTHAM CITY
|January 6, 10:30 EST
"Life!"
Silver eyes snapping open, the said girl gasped, tumbling off the matters and onto the carpeted floor, wincing in pain as she landed on her bruised arm, the bed sheet tangled up with her legs. She grabbed the edge of her bed, breathless as she pulled herself up, gaze settling on the Alice in Wonderland poster pasted on the front wall.
"A dream," she mumbled, shoulders slumping. "It was all a dream."
Her gaze drifted back from the poster, over to the empty bed beside the wall, a frown pulling the ends of her lips downwards before she let out a heavy sigh, thrusting a hand through her curly black locks when she heard her mother shout from the other room.
"Life, are you awake yet?!" Paula called out from the living room.
Pulling off the bed sheet clinging to her legs, Life answered. "Yeah, mom! I'll be right there with you!"
With a final glance at the empty bed, the dark magi wrapped her arms around herself insecurely, making her way to the bathroom, mumbling something about stupid nightmares under her breath.
Arms stretching above her head as she yawned loudly, Life pulled out a chair, seating herself near the kitchen table as she muttered a spell, Paula smiling as the kettle lifted itself up in the air, pouring tea in the little two cups placed beside it. Rolling her wheelchair closer to the table, the woman placed a plate of waffles over it, ignoring how her step daughter offered her a frown.
"I always loved magic tricks ever since I was a child myself, never thought I'll have a magician in my family, though." She chuckled.
Life glanced from the pancakes to Paula, "Mom," she frowned, "you know you're not supposed to work, right?"
Paula waved her hand in the air, "what kind of mother would I be if I couldn't make breakfast for my own daughter?"
"You know the doctors told you to rest," Life reminded, jabbing a fork in the waffles. She tore off a small piece, biting it off the fork as she spoke, "Plush, you've got me. I can doosh the work myshelf." She swallowed the food in her mouth, smiling innocently as Paula glared, pinching her arm.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," The ex-Huntress scolded.
Letting out a shameless laugh, Life swayed her hand in the air, muttering something under her breath, the action quickly followed by the sounds of a broom sweeping in the living room, dishes clacking together as the tap above them opened as they began washing themselves.
"Told you I can take care of everything myself," The dark magi smirked proudly, folding her arms behind her head as she tipped her chair back a little.
Rolling her black orbs, Paula blinked, startled as Life's phone on the table vibrated, ringing loudly but before her daughter could take it, Paula had snatched it off, Life staring flatly as the ex criminal slid her finger across the screen, answering the call.
"Hello, Richard." She greeted gleefully, pushing her wheelchair away as Life attempted to snatch the phone back, but unfortunately lost her balance on the chair and fell backwards onto the floor.
Ignoring the loud thud in the background, Dick smiled on the other side. "Morning, Mrs. Crock. Uh, is Life awake yet or did she oversleep again?"
"Oh, she's awake." Paula responded, smiling. "Actually, me and her were just talking about y—"
"Emoc ot em!"
As if soap had been rubbed over it, the smartphone slid out from her grasp, Life catching it in mid air as she offered the older woman with an unimpressed look, pressing the device against her ear. "What do you want?" She questioned, slipping a hand into the pocket of her shorts as she exited the kitchen briskly.
"Good morning to you too, rabbit." The former boy wonder responded sarcastically.
Life rolled her eyes on the nickname, while Dick continued. "You didn't show up early so I wanted to inform you that Megan, Conner and Garfield are back on earth."
"Is Gar okay?" She inquired instantly, muscles tensing.
"Yes," he sighed loudly, "all of zeta squad is okay."
Leaning against the wall, the dark magi let out a breath of great relief. "Thank God," she mumbled, relaxing as the broom brushed past her, sweeping the floor so she stepped away, letting it clean her previous standing spot.
"You need to come to the Watchtower. I need to brief you on everything pretty quickly."
The way his voice went serious suddenly caused her stomach to twist with uneasiness, her brows knitting together in worry.
"Is everything alright?"
"Well," he grimaced on the other side of the line, "you're not gonna be whelmed when you hear about it."
Running a hand through her hair, Life nodded as she chewed her bottom lip. "I'll be right there." And with that, she had hung up, tucking the phone away before she quickly moved towards the door.
Her hand had barely touched the doorknob when someone caught her wrist, Life raising a brow as a waffle was held infront of her face, Paula offering a smile as she released her hold on the younger woman.
"You're leaving with an empty stomach," her step mother frowned, Life rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time as she took the waffle from her.
"And you haven't changed too," Paula reminded, rolling her chair back from the door as Life slapped the side of her forehead, then closed her eyes, lips running with a spell.
"Egnahc sehtolc otni emutsoc!"
Black smoke accompanied the spell, drifting away to leave Death in her costume, waffle in hand as she snorted. "Am I good now?"
Paula inspected her from head to toe, "Better."
With another roll of her gray orbs, Death clutched the doorknob, twisting it open when her step mother began again, chiding her. "And you're supposed to say goodbye before you end a call."
Jaw clenching slightly, Death pretended not to hear the scold as she mumbled a loud farewell, closing the door behind her as she made her way out the apartment, glancing cautiously for anyone watching her leave.
She tossed the waffle away before she began climbing the fire escape, reminding herself that the zeta tubes weren't much far away from this place.
|GENEVA
|January 6, 10:38 EST
"I've already chased a krotolean yesterday. Why am I doing this again?" Jaime mumbled, brows furrowing as he stood inside an elevator, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as he waited.
'It is necessary that we hunt down these krotoleans, Jaime Reyes.' The Scarab began, its voice threatening. 'We will not fail again. The krotolean will be destroyed this time surely.'
"Dude," Jaime frowned, responding to the AI. "We aren't supposed to kill it."
He was unaware about the questioning looks being awarded to him by his teammates. Cassie tore her gaze away from him, blue eyes meeting green ones as she offered Cynthia a friendly smile. Smiling back, Cynthia fixed the boy beside her with a heated glare.
"You're raising suspicion by wearing those sunglasses inside the hotel," she growled, Robin merely arching a brow over his shades as the elevator gave a bell, its doors sliding open.
As they walked out, Cassie fell in step with the boy wonder, tugging a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Uh, yeah, Robin. Those glasses are causing a little suspicion," she said, then quickly smiled. "Not that they don't look good on you or anything!"
Jaime raised his brows as Cynthia scowled deeply, hands balling into fists by her sides and just when he was about to ask her what was wrong, a waiter stepped infront of them all, a man in his early twenties, offering a tight smile.
"Forgive me, children." He apologized, his accent heavily French. "But ze hotel is clo—" He paused, staring generally in Jaime's direction.
Robin grimaced as the waiter turned on his heel, bolting towards the halls, his feet thumping hard against the expensive wooden floor. "Get him!" Batman's protégé ordered, whipping out his staff.
Cassie nodded, pushing herself off the ground along with Jaime, blue armour quickly enveloping him as he rocketed after the runaway waiter. Sliding the sword out from the back of her jacket, Cynthia fell in step with Robin, both of them running as Wonder Girl and Blue Beetle flew forward, leaving them behind.
His comm bursting to life, Robin frowned as Cassie spoke up, "The alien left the human body. Me and Blue aren't sure where'd he went."
"Split up!" The third boy wonder ordered. "All of you, split up! We're gonna corner the alien!"
Obliging, Cynthia parted her way from him, entering another hall, the sword in a fierce grip as her green eyes darted around for the krotolean. Her muscles tensed upon hearing the vent above her rattle vigorously, before it blew open, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as the krotolean shouted something in his mother tongue, sitting inside an escape pod as he started it, boosting the engine, sending his ride slamming into her form.
A gasp leaving her lips, the blonde's back crashed into the glass wall of the five star hotel, the krotolean driving his escape pod into the clear sky as she fell downwards, her scream ringing through the comm-link.
"Cynthia!" Cassie cried out, Robin scowling deeply on the other side. "Blue Beetle!" He hissed into the link, "Get, Mystica. Now!"
"On it!" Jaime answered, shooting towards the glass wall. His armour protecting him from the flying glass shards, he rocketed downwards, yellow eyes narrowing as he reached closer to her falling body.
Arms catching her around the waist, he came to a sudden halt, stopping in the air. "Gotch ya!" He announced in the link, smiling when his teammates in the hotel sighed simultaneously.
Cynthia ,however; shuddered and he blinked as she coiled her around his neck, clinging to him like he was a lifeline. She was muttering something about falling to her death, but he didn't pay much attention to it as the Scarab spoke in his mind.
'Your hormones are unbalancing, Jaime Reyes. You must release the female quickly so they can return to their normal levels.'
"Dude, shut up!" Jaime snapped, surprised as Cynthia pulled back, arms still around his neck as she shot him a frosty glare. "Just 'cause you saved me, doesn't mean you can tell me to shut up."
He shook his head, frowning. "No, I wasn't talking to yo—"
She cut him off, glowering. "Take me up. Now."
Chewing the insides of his cheeks, he nodded, "Yeah, yeah," He tightened his grip on her, flying upwards.
'The Mystica is the cause of your sudden rise in body temperature. Release her—'
"Stop talking," Jaime hissed as they landed inside the previous hall, the ends of his lips pulling downwards into a frown as Cynthia quickly detached herself from him, a smile making its way to her lips as Cassie flew into the hall, tackling the other blonde into a tight hug.
However, Cynthia winced as Wonder Woman's protégé squeezed her. "I'm so glad you're okay!" Cassie hugged her, then quickly stepped back, offering an apologetic smile.
Robin walked in, glancing at them all, ready to question about the krotolean when Cynthia beat him to it. "The alien got away," she informed, hands on her hips.
He nodded grimly, pressing the little device in his ear, communicating with Batgirl. As he chatted with the his fellow bat, Jaime turned off his armour whilst Cassie glanced at Cynthia's empty hands.
"Hey, Cyn," her brows furrowed, "where's your sword?"
His armour reappearing, Jaime took a step towards the broken wall, "It must've fallen. I'll go get it."
"No need," Cynthia replied, her teammates sending her perplexed looks as she stretched her arm out. The sound of glass shattering came from somewhere before the sword literally flew into the hall, Robin pausing in his talk as it swished past his right ear, his eyes narrowing behind his shades as Cynthia caught the sharp weapon quickly.
"Me and the sword are linked," she smirked coyly, pushing the sword back into his sheath. "So there's no way I can lose it."
|The Watchtower
|11:00 EDT
Leaning her elbows onto the long table, she massaged her aching temples, eyes still closed as she gradually absorbed the information shown her through a mental visual link. Exhaling loudly, she straightened in her seat, gaze shifting from the martian sitting beside her to the pair of masked eyes watching her closely.
"So lem'me get this straight," Death began incredulously, brows furrowed. "We're being invaded... by aliens?"
"Something like that," Nightwing responded smoothly, arms crossed as he sat in the opposite seat. "Miss M read it from the mind of a krotolean General in Rann."
Miss Martian nodded from beside her, "And we know that the kroloteans have an emergency rendezvous point inside a volcano in the South Pacific."
"Wow," Death gave her a look, leaning back in her seat. "Guess I missed a lot in the morning meeting, didn't I?"
The green skinned beauty shook her head, smiling while Nightwing raised a brow. "You should be glad Batman wasn't with us in it. He'd have your head if he knew you weren't there 'cause you overslept."
"Hey," the dark magi protested, rubbing her arms as she glared. "You try getting tossed around by Lobo like a ragdoll. Then you'll know how hard it is to even stand after that."
"We've already devised a plan for the attack on their base," Nightwing told them, pretending not to hear her comment.
A scowl coming to her face, Death leaned back into her chair, hearing his plan and not noticing Miss Martian peek at her from the corners eyes, a frown slipping onto her lips before she looked back at Nightwing.
|South Pacific
|January 6, 20:39 HAST
"Why does Robin get to be leader all the time?"
Silver eyes blinked, peering downwards to meet bright emerald ones, Death giving her protégé a quizzical look. "Is it necessary that we have this conversation right now?" She asked, unamused.
Mystica narrowed her green eyes, crossing her arms over her chest arrogantly. "Yes." She leaned against the volcano's hard rock, "what does he have that I don't?" She demanded, "He let the alien escape. I could've done a better job than him!"
"Really?" Death snorted, a smirk curling the corners of her lips upwards. "What I heard was that you fell out of the building and Jaime had to save your butt."
Nails biting into her arms, Mystica gritted her teeth together. "Robin was the one who got our cover blown in the first place. The alien saw that he was wearing his sunglasses indoors. Who the hell wears sunglasses indoors?!"
"I can't understand you here, Cyn." Death cocked a hip out, arching an eyebrow. "Are you mad that Robin was leader, or are your made that he wears shades indoors?" She inquired, teasing the younger girl.
If looks could kill, Death would've been fried over a hundred times by now as Mystica glowered furiously at her mentor, not even commenting on the older girl's humor as she whirled around, marching over to where Wonder Girl stood.
Death watched her retreating back, rolling her eyes when another feminine voice piped up, more mature this time.
"You're protégé's behavior is very..." Wonder Woman searched for a precise word, "strange."
The dark magi gave her shoulders a bounce in answer, "Mystica's a bit hot headed sometimes," she turned towards the amazon, awarding a smile. "But she's a good kid."
A rare smile slipping onto her lips, Wonder Woman nodded, bright blue eyes drifting to land on her own protégé, Wonder Girl chatting amiably with Mystica. The amazon placed her hands on her hips, attention focusing on the absurd sword's sheath strapped to Mystica's back. "By gods," she blinked, recognizing the weapon. "that's the sword of Beowulf!"
Death glanced at her sidekick, "Yeah, that's the sword of Beowulf alright."
"But how?" Wonder Woman gave her a look, features hardening. "From what I have read in the ancient books of Themyscira, the sword of Beowulf can only be possessed by the purest of hearts."
"True," Death nodded, gaze focusing on Mystica who was busy chatting with Wonder Girl, smiling brightly. "But Mystica and the sword are sort of uh," the dark haired woman chewed her bottom lip, pondering for a better word before she shrugged. "Connected? Yeah, Cynthia and that sword are sort of connected."
"Impossible," Wonder Woman frowned. "That sword possesses tremendous power. Handing it to a mere child like her is dangerous."
"Not really. Cynthia can't excess its whole potential actually."
The amazon blinked, adjusting to the new information. "You said that her and the sword are connected, but yet she fails to reach its maximum power?"
"Well, you can say that the sword of Beowulf is using her a temporary host? Until an actual pure heart comes for it, I guess?" Death offered with a bounce of her shoulders, "That sword even gave some of my power to Mystica too. But," With a small glance in her protégé's direction, Death turned towards the princess of Amazons. "She can't even cast even the slightest level of high spells."
Blue eyes narrowing upon hearing the response, Wonder Woman parted her lips to question more when their silent comms burst with a familiar voice from inside the volcano.
"This is Nightwing to delta squad!" He hissed in the link, "the enemy is escaping, requesting back up right now!"
Death took a step away from the volcano, watching with great interest as Superman bolted up towards the sky, clutching onto Superboy as they crashed through the volcano, creating an enormous hole as they entered inside.
Red boots pushing off the ground, Wonder Woman followed suit along with the others, Death muttering a spell under her breath. "Etativel!" And soon she was soaring upwards, landing inside the volcano, glancing at her side as Wonder Girl dropped off Mystica, then flew off towards her own mentor.
"Care to explain why still haven't you learnt a levitation spell?" Death scowled, fixing the shorter teen with a frosty glare.
Mystica released an unamused snort, sword already in her grasp. "I don't need no stupid spell when I can do this!" She charged forward with a battle cry, bringing the sword's blade down on an attacking alien machine.
Sparks flew out the engine, and she flipped backwards, tossing a proud smirk in her mentor's direction as the machine blew up, throwing out krotoleans.
Gray eyes sharpening, Death ducked as crimson lasers blasted over their heads. She caught sight of the krotoleans firing from the above levels, screeching in their mother tongues before she began chanting.
"Tel eht dnal woleb rieht teef elbumrc!"
The support beneath the krotoleans gave away, all of them screaming as they fell downwards, landing over their partners below them. But Death paused, steely eyes sharpening as krotoleans began to surround her from all sides, weapons aimed and ready to open fire. She waited as the taller one in them let out a loud screech which seemed to be an order as they all got ready to shoot.
"Etativel!"
With a quick push to the floor, the dark magi shot upwards into the air, mildly amused as the lasers got hit into their own companions, sending them all sliding across the floor, unconscious. Still in the air, Death peered around for someone, then flew forward, ignoring the heat inside the volcano.
"I took down two of their attack thingies!" Wonder Girl grinned broadly as she landed beside Mystica, wrapping her golden lasso back to her hip.
Mystica grinned faintly, continuing to back away from the advancing krotoleans. "How about we try out maneuver eight here?"
"Of course!" Wonder Woman's protégé chirped, clasping a hand around her fellow teammate's wrist before she pivoted on her heel, throwing her ahead with full force.
The sword's blade glimmering in the dull red light, Mystica dug it inside one of the krotolean machines. It seemed to cut through the alien metal like butter, explosions following suit. Unfortunately, she couldn't make a straight landing, and ended up crashing into another another body, both of them slamming into the volcano's wall.
A groan escaping her lips, Mystica staggered up, sword clattering to the floor as she rubbed her aching side painfully. "You two really need to work on that move again," Robin commented, getting to his feet as he clutched his chest where the blonde had crashed against him.
He swallowed the pained moans begging to be released from his mouth as Wonder Girl landed beside him, ushering to his side quickly. "Are you okay, Robin?" She inquired worriedly, reaching out to gently touch his arm.
He smiled softly, "I'll live."
Wonder Girl beamed at him while Mystica scowled from behind the masked boy, leaning down to pick up her sword.
Her feet touching the floor, Death slid down the small hatch in the floor, then came to a halt as her gaze landed on a dark figure standing beside the pool between the room. Her chest tightened as Aqualad, all clad in black, electrocuted Superboy, the clone hitting the floor before his attention focused on her, wise gray eyes narrowing before he dived into the pool, making his way out of the volcano through the chilly waters.
Her muscles tensed instantly, and she bolted forward, a spell at the tip of her tongue as she readied to jump in the pool as well. But a hand shot out, clasping around her forearm, tugging her back. She staggered a bit, gaze coming across a domino mask as Nightwing clenched her arm tightly.
"There's no time for chasing him," he told her, jabbing a thumb in another direction of the room. Her gaze followed his motion, before she blinked, a chill running down her spine on seeing a strange black device fixed to the rocky wall.
Nightwing grimaced, "That's a bomb. We all need to get out of here."
She yanked her arm out of him grasp, ignoring his frown as she neared the bomb, inspecting it closely. Superboy was right beside her soon, as Nightwing crouched down infront of the alien bomb.
"Can't you disarm it?" She inquired, Nightwing shaking his head. "It's alien tech. I can't do anything."
"Maybe I can pull it off?" Superboy offered, reaching out towards it but stopped as Nightwing got up, scowling. "Can't take the risk. It might have pressure or motion censors. We all need to get out."
He pressed a finger to the device in his ear, speaking grimly. "There's a bomb here, clearly of alien origin. All squads evacuate to bioship. Now."
Batman's deep voice boomed through the link, "You heard Nightwing. Move!"
As they all retreated, Death stared in amusement as Wonder Girl soared above them all, arms holding Robin and Mystica as she flew out of the hole they had originally entered from. But the dark magi blinked, surprised as an arm slid around her waist. Superboy gave her a friendly smile, pulling her against him as he gave a forceful push to the floor they were running on, sprinting into a giant leap, until both of them landed outside the volcano.
Death swayed a little, trying to regain her balance as the kryptonian placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," she smiled weakly as Nightwing landed beside her, grappling hook pulling back into the grapple gun before he sped forward, falling in step with Batman.
She smiled at Superboy, "I'm just not used to using people as a support when I'm in the air."
He gave a brief nod in response, both of them racing towards the bioship. As soon as they entered, Death did a quick count of everyone inside, breath hitching upon coming to realize that one person was missing. She searched for the younger heroes among the crowd, muscles loosening to find Robin seated, along with Wonder Girl, Mystica standing right beside them.
"There's someone missing," Death announced, walking forward before an inorganic chair morphed itself out of the floor.
She plopped down on it, seatbelts tightening themselves around her as Superboy peered around, confused. "Where's Superman?!"
"He'll be fine," Batman told him, masked eyes shifting over to Miss Martian who sat in the pilot seat. "Get us out of here right now."
The green skinned beauty gave a firm nod, the bioship leaving the ground as it moved upwards into the air. Superboy scowled deeply, shooting an icy glare to Batman's back as he leaned against the ship's wall. And in a mere second, the island behind them blew into pieces, the explosions causing everything around it to shake violently.
As the bioship was sent hurling forward, Miss Martian attempted to steady the ship again as the people inside who weren't seated were sent tossing around. Death clenched the controls infront of her while Mystica gasped, holding onto the dear life of Wonder Girl's seat as everything shook vigorously.
In a few minutes, Miss Martian had full control over the ship, steering it down to the ocean. Wonder Woman, along with Superboy and Aquaman got up from their seats, quickly stalking towards the ship's exit to help Superman board it. Mystica straightened herself, surprised as a chair appeared behind her and she dropped back on it, sighing heavily.
The silence was short lived as Wonder Girl spoke up, glancing out the windows. "What just happened?"
"An explosion, that's what happened." Mystica responded, blinking as black seatbelts grew out from her chair, strapping her in.
Robin turned towards them, brows knitted together in confusion. "Yeah, but why?"
Miss Martian gave them questioning looks, "The kroloteans were clearly trying to build a new ship." Lagoon Boy frowned from beside Mystica, "They had to angelfish. It was the only way for them to leave earth without their zeta platforms or their original ship."
"But was Aqualad helping them escape or was he luring them into a trap?" Miss Martian questioned, perplexed.
"The bomb was clearly of alien origin, yet the krotoleans knew nothing about it," Nightwing began, "where did it come from?"
The ends her lips pulling downwards into a frown, Death stared out the long window of the ship, hands curling into his fists in her lap. "I can't believe I actually saw Kaldur like that just because what happened to Tula," she mumbled, shoulders slumping.
"Tula died a hero," Nightwing's voice hit her ears, causing her jaw to clench as she glared out the window. "And besides," he continued, glancing over to her seething form briefly.
"People change with the changes in life, not caring how it effects their friends and family."
Bitterness pooled in her chest, and before she could deliver the snappy comments ready to escape her lips, he had engaged a conversation with Batman, both of them discussing something in a hushed tone as she leaned her elbows over the dashboard infront of her, gray eyes staring into the vastness of the ocean before her.
A\N: Hope you guys enjoyed. Your thoughts are more than appreciated~ ^^