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Universe 13: the Arcane Universe…
Accessing personal files: Bart Allen…
The long roads of Louisiana's swamp land had been almost entirely abandoned since the sun disappeared. Too many dangerous critters and bits of rough terrain for the average traveler. Of course, the two people on one of the swamp's roads were much more than average travelers.
"So, what is the purpose of you capturing me again?" A young redhead asked from a cage in the back of a wagon.
"You attacked us, it's only fair. Plus, bringing you in to the League of Shadows practically guarantees I'll get in." The boy's pink haired captor said.
"Why would you want to join them?" The redhead asked.
"Because they're the most powerful sorcerers in the world." The girl said.
"You say that, but they keep getting pushed back by the knights and heroes." The boy said.
"That's because they go out alone. If they focused their power and acted together, they could do anything." The girl said.
"Yeah, like make the sun vanish." The boy said.
"Oh shut up. What do you know? You're just an apprentice to some messenger." The girl said.
"Journeyman, actually, and I'd hardly call Mr. West 'just some messenger.'" The boy said.
"So he's fast, big deal. Unless he has powers, it doesn't really matter." The girl said.
"Who said he didn't have powers?" The boy said, suddenly walking along right next to the girl's horse.
"How did you get out?" The girl asked.
"A magician never reveals his secrets." The boy smirked. A blast of pink energy narrowly missed his head.
"Ooh, feisty. I like that in a girl." The boy said. He continued evading the girl's magic before sprinting away down the road.
"Dirty little skunk." The girl said, turning back to the road ahead of her.
"I assume that was your prisoner?" A Russian voice asked from somewhere nearby.
"Madame Rouge… I assure you I can explain." The girl said.
"Don't explain. Go get him." Rouge commanded.
The girl shot the wagon off her horse and turned down the road after her escaped 'friend.'
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"Sorry Flash, we really can't bring in anyone else to the team." A spiky haired young boy in a mask said.
"Oh come on Robin, your place is huge. Does this have to do with Beast Boy's girlfriend?" Kid Flash asked.
"I would prefer if you were a bit quieter about that." Robin said, nodding to a nearby table where the rest of his group was sitting.
"Point taken. So there's no chance I'm getting in?" Kid Flash asked.
"Not now. Look, I know you, and I trust you, but the others don't. Considering the… issues we've had with trust recently, it's just a bad time." Robin said.
"Alright. Looks like I'm back on the road then." Kid Flash said, getting up.
"It was good to see you again Flash." Robin said, shaking his friend's hand.
"You too. Tell Speedy I said hi." Kid Flash said before sprinting out the door.
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There were only two things that Bart could feel at this point: boredom and pain. Boredom from not being able to just run wherever he wanted. Pain from the gaping knee wound he had received from that bounty hunter. Robin was probably out hunting Deathstroke down at that very moment, but Bart wanted to be there. There was a knock at the door.
"You've got a visitor." A certain pink haired girl said, walking into the room.
"Did it really take you this long to catch up to me? I thought I had been going easy on you since New York." Bart asked with a laugh.
"You're awfully cheerful for a speedster whose leg is being amputated." The girl said, picking up a note from Bart's doctor on the nearby table.
"Eh, it happens." Bart shrugged.
"You're nuts, you know that?" The girl said as she sat down at the end of the hospital bed.
"Speaking of crazy, how did you convince the doctors to let you in here?" Bart asked.
"I burst in and told them there was a fire on the other side of town that would need their immediate attention." The girl said.
"I'm rubbing off on you. When we met, you would have just killed them." Bart said.
"Probably." The girl said.
"So, you're here to take me to the League of Shadows while I'm still in one piece?" Bart asked.
"I don't know. On the one hand, I want to kill you. On the other hand…" The girl trailed off.
"You know, you could join me. Join the good fight." Bart said.
"You always say that. I almost think you could be right. But face it, I'm bad luck. Literally." The girl said.
"And Raven's a demon. They still let her into the Titans." Bart said.
"She's a demon? Wow. You chase down some punk speedster for a few years and you miss everything." The girl said, prompting Bart to laugh.
"Yeah, crazy stuff's been happening." Bart said.
"Culminating in that." The girl said, gesturing to Bart's knee.
"Yep. I guess I'll be out of the hero scene for a while." Bart said.
"Absolutely. Plus, I still haven't decided on the whole League of Shadows thing." The girl said.
"I'll put it this way: what do you think they'll do to me if they get me?" Bart asked.
"Nothing good. The question is, do I care?" The girl asked.
"Well, you have until the amputation to find out." Bart said.
"Do you think… I mean, all my powers are bad luck but… would I be able to do anything about it?" The girl asked.
"So you do care." Bart smirked.
"Maybe. Or, maybe I just want you in one piece for the League of Shadows." The girl said.
"Either way. And as for your question, I don't know. It would be pretty bad luck for those doctors if the guy who they were going to operate on was already healthy." Bart said.
"Or if he was dead. Ugh. I hate these powers. I never know what they're actually going to do." The girl said.
"You know, I happen to know quite a few very powerful magic users. If you want, I could introduce you to them. Maybe they could help you out." Bart suggested.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure your friends would just love to help a criminal." The girl said.
"Hey, who are they gonna believe: me, or the police records?" Bart joked.
"I don't know. Who?" The girl asked.
"Let's find out." Bart said, sitting up.
"What are you doing?" The girl asked.
"Testing the crutches." Bart said as he picked up a pair of crutches from next to the bed and stood up.
"You need medical attention for that thing." The girl insisted.
"Oh please, I'm sure there are plenty of people who can cut it off for me without a medical license." Bart said as he walked out the door.
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