Me: So, this story is wrapping up. I'm kinda disappointed honestly. I had a lot of fun and honestly I'm unsure if this will be the last chapter or if there will be one or two more.

Stiles: She's still playing with the YJ crossover idea.

Me: Meh, more like I'm trying to see how I could fit it in. It's one of the more difficult things I've been thinking about. If I totally ignore how Wally is in the Flash CW show I could possibly fit it in (as well as ignoring Thea becoming Speedy). It'd take a lot of artistic liberty though and I'm kinda weighing the pros and cons. I've decided to set up for it slightly, imply a few things here and there. If I did it would be Season 1 btw, but with Tim Drake as the first YJ Robin (mostly cause Jason is an adult which by default makes Dick and adult and I really don't want to mess around with their ages a lot)

Disclaimer Here - So open up my eyes, tell me I'm alive.

3rd Person POV

Nearly a month had gone by since Stiles last saw his brother. In that time the Outlaws, consisting of Allison, Jason, Roy, and a recent addition of Isaac (only after he had proven himself helpful), had left Beacon Hills. As Stiles had suspected the pack didn't take it that well (however Lydia took it better than the rest) and Isaac had actually refused to let them leave with Allison. That had caused a big argument that was only resolved when Jason said that Isaac could come with them, but only if he could last against Jason for thirty minutes. Apparently Argent had trained Isaac a bit when they were in France and Isaac barely lasted against the bat kid. True to their word they took Isaac with them when they left, after making it clear that he had to accept how they did things or they were dumping him on the side of the road. Stiles was honestly surprised how long Isaac had lasted (unless he just hadn't called one of the pack members to pick him up) knowing first hand just what Jason and Roy do. It wasn't pretty.

"You're lost in thoughts again," Derek said, one hand tugging gently on Stiles' hair.

"Am not," Stiles grumbled back, twirling the keys in his hand.

"So I was just imagining the glazed look in your eye and the way you stopped spinning your keys?"

"Shut up."

Gripping his keys tightly in the palm of his hand, feeling the indents press in deeply, Stiles leaned back more against Derek. For some reason his brother had basically gone on radio silence, only responding to his texts every other day or so. Even then the texts were short and only covered the bare minimum of what he had to say. They didn't sound like Barry, he could only hope that something was just distracting him. What it could possibly be was another story. All he could really do was just wait for Barry to come to him. Stiles could be patient… maybe… sometimes. For Barry he could, or he'll at least try.

"You disappeared again," Derek growled, "Are you thinking about Scott?"
Stiles hissed through his teeth, "I just. We don't know where he is. Should I call in my contacts or…?"

"Do what you think is best. Didn't you say that they have people that can watch their cities when they're gone?"

"Well yeah, Allison has said she's willing to help Artemis in Star. Wally can pick up the slack in Central, even calling in one of his friends if it gets too much. Hood and Arsenal don't really have a specific city I don't think, but Hood could probably call in a few favors. I just don't know if I can pull them away from their jobs and…"

Stiles trailed off when he looked up at Derek, turning a slight pink. Judging by the unamused raised eyebrow from the older werewolf he wasn't taking any of the crap Stiles was feeding him. In all honesty Stiles just didn't want to bug them. Besides, Barry seemed really distant and busy recently. What if Stiles pulled him away from something important?! His problems were nothing compared to what Barry had. He knew. He's dealt with them.

"Alright, I'll call them," Stiles conceded, "But only once we find where Scott's being held."

"Speaking of," a new voice said, Lydia's, how she snuck in without them noticing was something he had to learn from her, "I think I've figured it out. Those Berserker things? I've done a bit of research," unsurprisingly he was handed a piece of paper (that he didn't look at as Lydia would explain anyways), "And well. You know that temple in Mexico? It also was used in rituals that would create Berserker's. They're guardians and only the priestess could control them."

"I'm guessing Kate?" Stiles suggested, squeezing Derek's hand gently. "She's been controlling them as far as I can see. But why go after Oliver?"

"This is all guessing now. But she might have been trying to get anyone that might stop her out of the way."

"But why not attack Barry? It's a known fact that we're related now."

"Like I said. It's all guessing. However I am ninety-nine point nine percent positive that La Iglesia is where Scott was taken."

"What about the other point one percent?"

All he got in response was silence. Derek gently nudged him and and Stiles got up reluctantly. Might as well call in the reinforcements. If they were going to the Berserker home then they needed back up. They would need everyone they could get. After a quick moment where they all agreed to meet in the warehouse they fought Kanima Jackson in and the Benefactor's mercenaries, Stiles grabbed his phone and called the Outlaws first. They were probably the farthest away from Beacon Hills, then they would call Oliver and co, lastly Barry (he'd probably get there first anyways).

~Hood here~ The better question was why Jason picked up when Roy didn't.

"Why'd you pick up and not Arsenal?" Stiles asked immediately, asking the question on his mind.

~Not your problem. Who is this?~

"Stiles. Look I need to talk to Arsenal."

~I remember you. Arsenal is shopping. Looks like you're stuck with me~

"Where are you guys?" Stiles asked, tapping his foot impatiently while Derek and Lydia worked to get the rest of the pack together and letting them know to meet tomorrow morning.

~No offense kid but I ain't telling you~

"Can you at least get to Beacon Hills by tomorrow morning? We need some… backup to go save one of our friends…"

~It's pushing it a bit, but we can make it. Where is your friend?~

"Mexico?" Stiles winced, waiting for the inevitable blow up.

~Cool, been awhile since I've been to Mexico. However that's a bit broad. Maybe we could meet you there~

"Bad idea. Look, we're meeting at a warehouse in Beacon Hills. You'll know it when you see it. There we'll make a plan. Just be there okay? Please?"

~Alright kid. Relax. Do you need Quiver or Silver too?~

"Not Quiver, she might need to help Artemis in Star. So if you could possibly drop her off?" Stiles knew that Silver was Isaac, however his full name was Silver Claw if he remembered right, "I still need to call Oliver."

~She's not going too like this~ Jason replied, sounding like he had put a cigarette in his mouth ~But we'll do it. Arsenal won't take much convincing, he has a soft spot for you.~

Before Stiles could respond in defense for Roy, which would probably only make it worse, Jason hung up. Giving the phone a distrustful glare, Stiles typed in the number for the foundry. Well, it wasn't exactly the foundry's phone number. It was the Green Arrows burner phone that was in the foundry, which gave him a straight line to whoever was in the foundry at the time. Only three rings in did someone finally pick up the phone.

~Heeeeeeeey Stiles~ Felicity said over the phone ~What can we do for you?~

"Um, the Outlaws are coming soon and they're dropping Quiver off. We kinda need you in Beacon Hills, well we are technically going to Mexico but we're meeting in Beacon Hills to like formulate a plan and…"

~Stiles~ Oliver's voice came over the phone ~You're rambling again. Tell us what's going on~

"Well, you know the thing that attacked you like a month ago. Well Scott was taken by Kate Argent, long story, and we need to go save him. But by doing that we're…"

~Going into their home~ a female voice said across the other line, someone Stiles hadn't heard before.

~You're staying here Artemis. Watch Star without me. Think of it as a leap of faith~ Oliver told the girl.

"Um, if you can get here by tomorrow morning that'd be preferable. Probably head out at the same time the Outlaws leave, that is if they actually stop by like I asked," Stiles grumbled.

~I'll be there~

Much like Jason, Oliver hung up on him. Rolling his eyes and muttering something unkind about the two under his breath Stiles thumbed Barry's phone number. It took two tries to get an answer from his brother, which was also unusual. Something was up and Stiles was really hoping it wasn't anything too important.

~Hey Stiles. Sorry it's been kinda busy around here~ Barry said over the phone, for once in his life sounding breathless.

"What's going on?" Stiles asked.

~I told you about Wally right?~

"Iris' nephew that was so enamored with the Flash that he recreated what happened to you in order to get superspeed, yeah. You did."

~He's kinda a handful. Caitlin barely gets him to calm down enough to actually run the tests~

"You wanna get away for a bit?"

~Please~

"We're going to rescue Scott. Meet us tomorrow morning at the warehouse? You know which one. Wally can pick up the slack at Central and if not I'm sure Ghost or Firestorm would love to help."

~Can I come now?~

"Ask Cisco."

This time Stiles got to hang up. Now he knew why the others did it so much. Maybe he should do it more often. Not only did it give him the last word, which was a nice change, but it also kept him from having to continue small talk. However there was a nasty after guilt feeling that made him not ever want to do it again. But for the most part the other feelings outweighed the guilt.

***********TWDCF***********

The warehouse was quiet, Stiles standing besides Derek. For some reason everyone in the pack had been looking to him for leadership since Scott went missing, even Derek. So when he said they had to wait for some backup they were waiting. Despite his weird and sudden leadership position Liam had made it very clear that he was going with them, even if he had to hitchhike his way down to Mexico. Even when they argued he didn't have enough control over his abilities during the full moon (and honestly Stiles wasn't sure he ever would) Liam wouldn't budge. A few moments later the roar of a motorcycle cut through the tense silence of the warehouse.

"Braeden?" Lydia asked, glancing at him in confusion, "Did you call her in?"

"No," Stiles replied, "Well yes, but she's meeting us in Mexico."

"Then who?"

A red motorcycle peeled to a stop beside the van, the familiar red helmet of the Red Hood on the motorcyclists head. Everyone's jaw dropped, as no one here knew about Jason. Well, Derek and Lydia did. But that was the extent of the group. Derek and Lydia, however, didn't know of his identity of the Red Hood. Only seconds behind them was Oliver and Roy, both coming on their own separate motorcycles. Those two didn't have as flashy or eye catching colors for their motorcycles.

"You called in a criminal?!" Liam screeched.

"I don't see what the issue is," Malia replied before Jason could retort, "Peter's here."

Roy snorted, even as Jason pulled off his helmet. What was up with that stupid helmet anyways? It always gave Jason the best kind of hair, which was totally not fair. Whenever Stiles took off one of Scott's helmets he looked like a rat had taken residence in his hair. And of course Roy and Jason had masks on, Roy even had a hoodie up over a baseball cap. The others would recognize him within a second, having met him before. Those that knew Jackson would figure it out quicker, since Stiles was fairly certain they were twins and already had Roy's DNA (thanks Felicity) and only needed to get Jackson's (somehow) to figure out if they actually were twins.

"Where's Barry?" Oliver demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. Since the pack had figured out his identity and Stiles was sure that Jason had known Oliver at some point in his life the man didn't have his mask on currently, even if his hood was up.

As if on cue his brother streaked into the room, skidding to a stop next to Jason's bike. The red cowl was pushed down already, his hair just as messy as Stiles got when he took off a helmet. His brother looked slightly dazed and high on euphorian. It was a little funny if he was too be honest, especially when Barry pointed at Jason's bike and spun a little on his heel to turn around.

"Cool bike," he muttered.

"Thanks," Jason growled, eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're late, again," Oliver called over the group.

"I got hungry. Anyone want some donuts?"

"Gimme," Stiles stole the raised donut bag from Barry, handing part of one to Derek before stuffing the other half into his mouth.

"Aren't we supposed to be saving Scott?" Liam asked.

As if that was the special signal, which it probably was in Lydia's mind, the aforementioned girl stepped in the middle and laid out a sheet showing the blueprints of La Iglesia. All made by an archaeologist that had decided to look at the temple, who died when they started actually breaking ground inside. There were markings in different colors of pencils, all showing the specific points they planned on using to get inside, including the front door.

"Argent has his hunters coming in too help us, they're already on their way. We are meeting them in Mexico. They're too help fight the Berserker's while the Pack heads inside. We need to save Kira and Scott. Leave Kate too us. Everyone else is fair game. Oliver, you and Roy are arrows. Use every trick arrow you've got in your arsenal, regular arrows won't work on them. We don't know what takes these things down. Barry, slow them down. Keep them distracted but don't actually attack them. Help where help is needed. We might need to get out of La Iglesia quickly, which means you need to be on call. The wolves and Kira can get out fast, unless Kira is injured. Worry about Stiles and I. Hood," Lydia cocked her head to the side, "Do what you do best. Just don't kill anyone on our side. You're a rogue Bat right? Use that to your advantage."

Stiles could have sworn he heard Jason mutter something under his breath about getting orders, but Roy nudged him almost harshly. Just like that everyone went their separate ways, each to their respected vehicles. While Lydia was talking Stiles texted them the address they were going too in order to meet up with the rest of their ragtag group. There was something in his stance that clued Stiles in that Barry wanted too talk to him, but Oliver beat him to the punch. A hand on his shoulder steered him away as everyone climbed into their respective vehicles.
"La Iglesia? Stiles you know the story behind that place right?" Oliver growled to him.

Stiles shrugged off his hand, "I know the story. But my friends are there Oliver! You'd do the same if it were me, or Roy, or hell even Barry. I can't leave them there!"

"Alright," Oliver conceded, with a bit too little of fight Stiles noted, "But be careful."

"I will."

**********TWDCF*********

How did everything go so wrong so fast? Already they were losing, the Berserkers tearing down the hunters one by one. It was only due to his speed healing that Barry wasn't already down. However the poison was weakening him and he couldn't do anything right now, but wait for the poison to get flushed out. Before his eyes the claw of a Berserker was going down on his brother's boyfriend, stabbing into his chest. But he was too weak, too slow to do anything. The pain on Derek's face was too much, the blood dribbling from his mouth.

Then Stiles jumped out of his van, one of the last van's too pull up. The horror on his face tugged at Barry's heart. He knew what his brother was going through, having gone through it himself with his adoptive mother. The heart wrenching pain at not being able to do anything while your love one was murdered in front of you. But Derek was not dead yet. Even if the stabs on his chest, the blood staining his shirt and lips, the blood still dribbling out of his lips said otherwise.

"Save him," Derek whispered to his brother, chest heaving with every breath.

Barry's eyes flicked between the two, unable to move. The poison of the Berserker's still flowing through his veins, the cuts not yet healing. His brother hesitated, looking at Derek with pain filled eyes, before looking down and away. It was like his brother had to physically force himself away, constantly looking back and away too his love. At one point he stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Derek. Barry glanced between the two again, his eyes lingering on the obviously dying Derek. Tears in his brothers eyes, the younger of them looked away and ran after Malia and the others.

Around him things were going awful, Oliver and Roy running out of arrows faster than they were running out of Berserker's. Jason was nowhere to be seen, however if Barry had to guess the raining off bones and the sound of explosions off around the corner was a good place to start looking for him. Hunters were getting picked off one by one and at one point a Berserker flipped the van filled with them, which exploded a second later. Not to mention, feet from him his brother's BOYFRIEND was dying. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he saw Derek look towards him. The light in his eyes fading fast.

"Take care of him," Derek whispered, blood staining his teeth.

"No." A quick, but weak, burst of speed brought him to the beta werewolves side. "No. Derek. Don't you dare die on me. DEREK!"

It was useless. Icy blue eyes flashed at him once, before fading into a dull lifeless hazel. This couldn't be happening, not now. Not to his baby brother. The one that had already lost so much. Adrenaline pushed the poison out of his system, healing his cuts. He had to fix this. He just had to save Derek Hale. That single thought in mind Barry disappeared in a blur. Someone shouted his name behind him but he could only think of one thing. Save Derek Hale.

The speed force filled him, spreading from his core to his toes and fingertips. It buzzed to life and greeted him like an old friend, urging him forward in his motions. A wormhole exploded into existence in front of him and Barry willingly jumped into it. Save Derek Hale. Save Derek Hale. Save Derek Hale. The mantra repeated in his head even as he ran back in time only a few minutes earlier, to the time the Berserker caught Derek. His past self glanced over at him, surprise covering his features, before he faded away like a distant memory.

Rushing forwards, the speed force still sparking from his fingers, Barry wrapped an arm around Derek and pulled him out of the way. Instead of hitting Derek, the Berserker hit the altar thing (what was it?) near where Derek was. Skidding to a stop, sparks still crackling along his body. The werewolf stared at him in shock and it was at that time Stiles jumped out of the van. He had done it.

"Go with Stiles," Barry told him, desperately hoping that would keep him safe, "We've got it here."

Before Derek could argue, Barry streaked away. This was better and he didn't know enough of the future to actually mess up anything. He was just as blissfully ignorant as the rest of them.

**********TWDCF**********

At some point, after the whole rescue attempt and returning back to Beacon Hills (and to angry parents), Barry found himself with his Dad in the Sheriff's office all alone with his father and brother. It was in a resemblance of the same way that Stiles had found the file of him, except that they weren't researching any particular supernatural case. Instead Barry was watching his Dad, while not his by blood, work on an everyday case. Stiles was just quietly sitting there, brows narrowed together as though he was trying to figure out a particularly difficult case. Barry often saw that look on the current Robin's face and on Kid Flash's when the two were working on a difficult problem. It had nothing to do with metahumans, nothing to do with the supernatural, and nothing to do with any of the villains that Barry and his proteges had to deal with. Completely and utterly relaxed in the couch, Barry watched his dad. Who, by the looks of him, wanted to ask a question but didn't know how to phrase it.

"Have you been time traveling?" One hand was slightly waved at him and Barry couldn't help but smile a bit. There was the question.

"Mhmm," Barry nodded slightly, remembering the aftermath.

While Derek hadn't followed his directions and followed the others into La Iglesia, he had survived the battle. Everyone came out of the ruins in the morning, sun shining brightly. Even most of the hunters had survived. While everyone was worse for wear, most having at least bruises and cuts, they all looked proud of themselves. Scattered remains from Jason's bombs and the exploding trick arrows of Roy and Oliver were everywhere, a few even in Braeden's hair. A small smile was on Derek's face, hazel eyes staring up at his brother (who looked incredibly shocked and Barry worried he remembered the other timeline) with pride.

"Why'd you do it?" Stiles asked softly, hand shaking slightly as he looked at his brother.

Barry shifted in his seat, turning to face Stiles more. One hand wound around his shoulder and a small smile crossed his lips. He'd do everything for his brother, which Stiles just didn't seem to get. Looking straight in his brother's eyes, Barry considered what he could say. There were multiple things, all of them just not fitting properly.

"He makes you happy." That was enough for Barry.

**********TWDCF********

It had been almost a year and he wasn't sure how this happened. Everything was good, then a wormhole opened in the sky. Immediately he wanted to blame Sylvia but according to everything he knew she was still making sure The Goddess stayed in her cage. Looking to his right he saw Nightbolt, his younger brother, standing there besides Shadow Wolf, Derek Hale. Kid Flash stood on his other side, staring up at the wormhole with wide eyes. Both Shadow and Nightbolt's faces were drawn, staring up at the wormhole. Fierce determination burned in Barry's core, lightning flashing in his eyes.

Then he ran. Lightning flooded through his body, the speedforce enveloping him much in the same way it did the night he saved Derek, the night that Derek first shifted into his full wolf form. Pushing himself harder, Barry moved faster. Down the street and up a building, before entering the wormhole. Running to counter-act the wormhole, much like he remembered doing the night that Eddie had sacrificed himself and Ronnie had died. Last time he wasn't fast enough. Today though, today he would be fast enough. No one would die today. Not on his watch.

Pushing himself faster, Barry almost didn't notice when someone else joined him in the wormhole. A familiar yellow and red uniform, with red googles, and fiery red hair clued him into Kid Flash joining him. Together they ran, the wormhole becoming unstable. Lightning sparked around them, streaks being left behind. Then the wormhole broke and the two tumbled out, Barry catching his footing before helping straighten Wally as they ran down the side of the building.

"You stupid idiot!" Stiles exclaimed, still in his full Nightbolt assemble, punching Barry hard the second he skidded to a stop.

"Ow," Barry complained.

"You deserved that," Wally replied with a small smile.

"And you," Stiles rounded on Wally, his only speedster protege, "I am so telling Nightwing and Robin what happened here. Not to mention Artemis and…"

"You wouldn't." It was never a good idea to cut Stiles off, but Wally hadn't learned that yet.

"I would."

It was kinda funny seeing how horrified Wally looked. The snicker that escaped him was not meant to be heard. A second later he had a face full of an angry and vengeful little brother in front of him. Crap. Fleeing wouldn't do him any good, Stiles was one for dishing out revenge when it was least expected. Running away would only make whatever revenge he felt was worthy of getting one hundred and twenty five times worse.

"Don't think that I'm not telling Len and the Rogues what went on here. You know how overprotective they get. Maybe I should tell Hal too, especially since he still hasn't finished mothering you since the last mission. On that note I might as well tell the whole Justice League," Stiles continued, a contemplating look on his face.

"Stiles," Derek was the only one that could get Stiles to stop these rants without getting any revenge dished on him (which was totally unfair), "I think he gets the point. Besides, don't you have something to get ready for?"

"What?"

"Dude! I can't believe you forgot?! You're officially joining the team today! As in not the minor team ups you sometimes get from Rob and Artemis! We're actually taking you to Mount Justice and introducing you too the whole team!" It was as if Wally had completely forgotten about the whole revenge thing.

*********TWDCF(YesIdecidedtodoYJ,sueme)*******

The whole Zeta Beam thing and announcing of his superhero name was kinda weird, but the place itself was really cool. It definitely helped that he knew three of the actual team members already as well as a few of the actual Justice League members. However he also felt very uncomfortable, the angry stares from Superboy (aka Connor Kent), the somehow always bubbly M'gann M'oorz (aka Megan Moore or Miss Martian), the strict but calm Kaldur'ahm (aka Aquadlad), the somewhat reserved Zatanna Zatara, and the dark stare from Batman. Artemis stayed relatively neutral, giving him a small smile to try and put him at ease. Glancing up at his brother, which didn't do much as he was too busy admonishing Wally for grabbing Robin at super speed.

"Nightbolt, Flash," Batman greeted a second later, ignoring the slight teasing from Wally for not greeting him.

"Batman," Barry replied with a small smile, "Team. Take good care of my baby bro. See ya later."

With that Barry disappeared into the Zeta Tube. He'd get back at him later (in the form of Len probably, there was plenty of things he could use to get Len to go all mother hen on Barry). For right now he was just trying not to have a minor freak out at all the stares on him. Already his heart was beating so fast he could probably challenge Wally in that category. Either Superboy thought he had superspeed like his brother and cousin? (What was Wally too him anyways?) or he just didn't care. If anything his eyes narrowed and Stiles gave a tiny wave.

"Well, you gonna keep your mask on?" Wally was suddenly by his side again, "Only Batman and Rob keep their secret identities. But it's Batman. Your bro won't care."

"Will you stop doing that?" Stiles did pull his mask off though, sticking it in his suit pocket, "Unlike you I'm human."

"I take offense to that."

"We could use another human on this team," Artemis said, "It's only Robin and I."

"Are you really the Flash's brother?" Superboy demanded.

Stiles gave him a small glare, "Yes. I am. Stiles Stilinski."
"Who names their kid Stiles?"

"It's a nickname."

Before any actual fighting could break out, Batman got between them. A small huff escaped Stiles and he refused to look up at Batman. The whole reason he was doing this was because of Barry and Derek pushing him. In all honesty he could care less about this whole Young Justice team. He was fine taking care of Beacon Hills (not usually as Nightbolt (unless he had too)) or occasionally teaming up with either Oliver or Barry. He's only ever helped Batman once, and that was only because Jason directed the Bat at him when he was 'too busy' to help. That was when he met Robin (who he figured out the identity of before he figured out Batman (which didn't take long when he started actually paying attention to him) and got honorary status as a bat for like a day before he demanded (reminded) that he was to stay one of the Flash proteges). And wow that sentence had a lot of parentheses.

"I have personally checked to see if Stiles here is the brother of the Flash and he is. You will treat him like one of your own. While he may not be a speedster like his brother he has been trained by Green Arrow, Black Canary, Flash, and myself," Batman said.

"Actually you threw me in the fray of Gotham with a good luck," Stiles reminded him, "It was technically Nightwing that gave me the actual training, during battle might I add. And don't forget about Shadow Wolf, Arsenal, the Female Speedy, and I think I could add Red Hood in there."

He was silenced by a sharp glare, looking down at his feet. To his left Robin snickered whereas on his right Wally full on laughed. Shaking his head Batman gave Robin and Kaldur a meaningful look before leaving. There wasn't even a mission that they could do to take their mind off of things.

"What do you guys usually do around here?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Spar, train with Black Canary, have our sessions, do missions, mess around with the random crap in here," Wally started to tick off, "Megan cooks and Connor watches static."

"Do you guys do anything fun? Like, I don't know. Watch a movie? Go to the beach?" Stiles asked, "Be kids?"

"We went to the circus once," Robin, Tim Drake, said.

"That doesn't count. You were on a mission."

Somehow, Stiles honestly wasn't sure how it happened, he had gotten the team into the lounge area. A movie was playing (a disney movie he found in a box of other disney movies) and Wally was hogging the popcorn. Everyone was smushed on the couch, Connor being the only one sitting on the floor. He was leaning against Megan's legs, who was on the end. Stiles was squished somewhere in the middle with Zatanna. Robin was perched on the top of the couch, sitting behind Zatanna. Kaldur was on the right end (opposite of Megan), Artemis and Wally squished together on Megan's side. Stiles wasn't sure what movie they were watching, it was a pretty obscure Disney movie with some Atlanteans in there. Kaldur kept talking about the inaccuracies of the movie Atlanteans with the proper kind, occasionally getting popcorn thrown at him from Wally.

Later, when they all drifted off to sleep, Batman snuck a picture. All of the mentors had one in their hideouts now.

Me: FIN! FINISHED! COMPLETED! Stiles you can leave now.

Stiles: Good.

Review Request Here → Probably not going to expand on Stiles with the YJ kids. HOWEVER I DO GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYONE WHO ASKS ME PERSONALLY TOO EXPAND ON THE YJ UNIVERSE WITH STILES IN IT! JUST PLEASE STICK AS CLOSE TO THIS STORIES CANNON AS POSSIBLE!