Disclaimer: I own nothing of the DC Universe. Young Justice belongs to DC Comics and Cartoon Network, I only own my OC's and plot.
AN: So...wasn't yesterday's YJ episode really good? Yes, it was! XD I want to thank my amazing beta TheWickedWizardOfOz (~Wicked~). I want to thank those of you who reviewed, I loved hearing from you and I can't wait to see your reviews.
"Finally! I thought you would never get out of that hospital," Bryn exclaimed loudly.
It was Saturday morning when Dr. Pierce had deemed me worthy of stepping out of the hospital. He seemed a little too enthusiastic about me calling him about any side effects from the Justice League treatment. Not that I'd mind calling but, I don't like hospitals. Having to stay in one for more than three days was agonizing. Between bad soap operas and reading the newspaper all day, I was ready to go back to the real world.
"You said it!" I said, laughing.
"Your stay couldn't have been that bad, didn't a certain red head visit you yesterday." Bryn said, grinning knowingly.
Ah, yes. Roy Harper had come to visit me again with another dozen yellow tulips. My misery had ended the moment the nurse checked my vitals and he walked in. Roy had been in meetings all day and finally got a chance to be out of a conference room. What made me happy was the fact that his break time was used to see me at the hospital.
"Get that smile off of your face! You make it way too obvious that you like him; but, I'm glad that you've moved on, finally." Bryn, grabbing my arm, dragging me to a department store.
Alfred, my "Uncle," Bruce's butler thought it would be a good idea to shop for clothes to fill up my closet. He promptly handed over keys to a brand new Bentley and an envelope. I still haven't opened the envelope but Bryn sure is having fun driving an expensive car around. In fact Bryn nearly broke the speed limit while driving us to a high end store.
"I can't help it! He's just so…I don't know. He seems different."
"He made you laugh. That's the key with you, which isn't a bad thing. It's just that you can fall for someone way too easily. Oh! We have to get you into this skirt." Bryn said, smiling slyly.
The skirt Bryn held up most likely wouldn't reach my mid thigh. Sometimes I think she wants me to dress like a hooker. I flipped over the price tag to see that the skirt cost five-hundred dollars. What store did she drag me into?
"That's crazy! Put that down right now, Bryn," I scolded.
"But Nicky! You'd look great in it, you have killer legs. You need to show them off more often!"
I shook my head and rubbed at the back of my neck. I felt weird, self conscious weird. Maybe like someone was watching me. Turning my head back slightly I noticed shoppers randomly milling about but no one directly staring at me. Hmm, I guess I'm being paranoid.
"Okay! You need to try all of this on, dressing room is that way. Muévalo!" Bryn ordered.
During my musings, I didn't see Bryn scurry around until she brought back a basket filled with blouses, skirts, pants, and dresses. I reached into my pocket and felt Alfred's envelope from earlier. No harm in finding out what's in it. Ripping up the item, my eyes popped out. There nestled innocently in the envelope was a platinum credit card. This is going to be a long day…
"I can't believe you talked me into getting a spa treatment. Each one cost more than a thousand dollars!" I shouted, knotting my eyebrows.
"Nicky you needed it. Relaxation is the key to the paranoia that you were experiencing earlier, besides you have to admit that this is heaven!" Bryn moaned in pleasure.
Bryn and I were being "worked on" by Gotham City's best masseurs. She was enjoying it and I was tenser than-
My masseur gasped, "You are way too tense, when was the last time you had s-"
"Don't finish that statement!" I ordered.
"You need to relax and let my hands soothe you. Go to a happy place," he murmured.
Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and tried to relax. My mind drifted off again, wondering where my little cousin went this weekend. Dick didn't come to see me yesterday, I would have thought, it being a Friday, that he'd at least pop in to say "Hi."
"Maybe she'd be more relaxed in the steam room?" Bryn's masseur asked.
"Follow me, sweetie, you'll love our steam room. It's the best tech this side of the state!" my masseur exclaimed, smiling.
I got up, cautiously wrapping a towel around me then I tied my hair up in a bun. This steam room better be worth the money, relaxation my ass. I followed him to another hallway that led to a beautiful area with a rustic design. He opened a door to a veil of steam, stepping aside to let me in, telling me that an attendant would be near for assistance and promptly shut it behind me.
I sat down in a corner letting the steam pass over me, loose strands of hair sticking to the sides of my face and forehead. Actually this wasn't so bad, in fact it felt really good, like getting a sudden boost from energy drinks. Taking in a deep breath I smiled, was this my life now, wasting a ton of money every weekend, lounging about at a spa. I hope not. I'd like to earn some of my own money. Another grin found its way to my face as another rush of steam came over me. Just when all was peaceful and serene a loud crash could be heard to my far left.
I looked up to see some type of hybrid creature kick down the steam room door and turn its ugly head towards me. Oh great! Another crash was heard as the creature was pinned to the wall by arrows, red, green and something bat shaped. With a gust of air and a red blur, the creature was handcuffed by: The Flash! My jaw hit the floor when I noticed the other occupants of the room. They say lightning only strikes once, which must be a lie. Because I saw Batman standing alongside Green Arrow and Red Arrow… or at least I think that's his name.
Their eyes settled on me.
"Uh…" I stammered, while looking down at my state of undress.
"What the hell is going on in here-" Bryn shouted, then stopped.
Oh no! I can already see the wheels turning in her mind. She's going to say something that will make this whole even more uncomfortable. I know her well enough to assume that.
"Oh! Um…Hi! Nicky…I'll just leave you in the very capable hands of the Justice League. Yeah, have fun!" Bryn snickered, waving at each male member.
I could hear Bryn yelling at the attendant to "not let anyone go into that room." I knew that was my cue to bounce. Scrunching my eyebrows, I was not going to be interrogated in a towel. Let alone let my best friend think that I'm involved in some twisted gangbang. No way! I quickly power walked out of the steam room and sprinted to the locker that held my clothes.
"Did you at least get to second base? Please tell me you felt one of them up," Bryn teased.
Bryn had driven us to Wayne manor. The place looked like one of those old castles in a horror movie. Of course Bryn loved it, which meant that I hated it. To me this place represents old money. Something I thought I would never see nor be a part of. But I guess the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
"Alfie! We've got lots of bags to get upstairs, where's Nicky's room?" Bryn smiled, staring at the beautiful artwork inside.
"Alfred, where are-"
"Master Richard and Master Bruce? Richard is staying over at a friend's house. Bruce is attending to a very important business matter," Alfred informed them, nodding.
"He's working on a Saturday? Wow, that's dedication!" Bryn said, facing me.
"Don't worry about the bags Miss Thorne; I'd be happy to take care of them. The two of you must be famished from all that shopping. There is a lunch spread on the dining table." Alfred promptly took our bags, and was off.
"I don't think I'm comfortable with Alfred doing everything. We could get the bags ourselves…" I rolled my eyes.
"Nicky, you need to stop and breathe this all in. You are now rich, not just rich, you're wealthy. Very wealthy. This requires you to have a butler who assists you on a day to day basis." Bryn took a bite out of a finger sandwich.
"Yeah, so I can become a spoiled socialite? No thanks! I never asked to know my family. Okay… maybe I wanted to read my file so that I'd know who they are. But I didn't want to move in with Richie Rich!" I exclaimed.
Bryn waved her hands, "Nicky, you are you. Doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, you will always stay true to yourself. So don't stress over all of this…wealth. You'll earn your place among it someday."
"Yeah…sure," I shook my head, walking over to the window and slipped. Landing on my hands and knees, Bryn rushed over to my side.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy spell nothing to worry about." I shrugged it off.
Getting up from off the floor, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side waiting for the spell to pass.
"So does this mean we aren't going clubbing tonight?" Bryn frowned, disappointed.
"Of course we are, drinks are on me!"
I woke up the next morning… looking over at the clock on my dresser. No, it was afternoon. Crap! How did I get home last night? I just remember knocking back free shots at 'Club Vaughn' last night. Getting up, I stumbled my way into the bathroom and turned the water on cold. Splashing water on my face I realized that Alfred dropped us off and took mine and Bryn's drunken ass's home. It must have been at least three in the morning. Poor Alfred! I turned the shower on waiting for the water to warm up.
Stepping out of the shower, I got dressed in sweat pants and a white T-shirt. Tying up my hair, I decided that make up wasn't needed. I thought to rummage through a bunch of shopping bags for a pair of sunglasses only to find all of my clothes and accessories put neatly in my walk in closet. I'm so hugging Alfred when I get downstairs. Placing a pair of Ray-Bans on, I gently maneuvered downstairs.
A very loud grandfather clock chimed in the hallway. Damn it! Doesn't that stupid thing know I have a hangover? I don't need loud noises giving me a headache the size of New York! Ouch, it hurts to think right now. Covering my ears, I finally made it to the dining room to see my little cousin smiling at me. My "Uncle" had his face behind a newspaper. I sat down and poured myself a cup of coffee.
"You had a very eventful day," Bruce said.
Oh no. The return of the authoritative voice, like I missed it.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I grumped, taking a sip of coffee.
"It says here that you fled the scene of metahuman attack. Then you stayed out partying and spent the limit on my platinum card." Bruce lowered the paper to glare at me.
I rolled my eyes, "Could you keep your voice down? I can't believe you'd read anything that bimbo writes."
"You shouldn't refer to Ms. Vale is such a way," Bruce replied.
I scoffed, "It's true and she's a media slut with a Neapolitan complex."
Dick chuckled, "Someone's not feeling the aster."
"As cute as you are, don't make me mess up your face," I threatened.
"No more late nights, you will have a curfew. No negotiations and you start your internship at Wayne Enterprises beginning the New Year. You're not allowed to show up to work with a hangover either," Bruce declared.
"Whatever…" I sneered.