It's been… too long. I'm so… so… sorry… I hope this is worth it. I feel so horrible, but I just couldn't think of what to type… I'm going to try again though.
Disclaimer: I don't own YJ, XME or anything else hidden in here really because in my state, I'm just property.
~Bruce and Logan~
They chuckled to themselves, gazing down at the two unconscious souls who had seemingly given up hope. They had stopped fighting against the chains and bindings a couple hours ago, adding to the cheap entertainment behind the one-way glass. They knew it probably had something to do with the transferring that had just gone on, but surrender was surrender, even if it was unwilling. From what they had observed, the one with the awkward hairstyle and the country accent had lightened as if he had been filled with helium and the change had been enough to knock him out cold from the pressure change. The more professionally dressed one with the emotionless act's body had practically quadrupled in weight and the new change had irritated his body so badly that his consciousness was gone before the whole process was even complete.
"Do you think it's wrong?" one of them asked the other, a frown playing temporarily over their lips, turning over their gaze, "I mean, to degrade these two like this?"
The other chuckled at even the very mention of such a preposterous idea.
"Degrading?" they scoffed, "you call that degrading? Have you seen how they label people these days? Segregation still stands strong, sexism is alive and thriving, neglection is being resorted to more and more as the days go on and we're drifting back to the Great Depression!"
The first one rolled their eyes.
"Hey, asshole, get a dictionary. Degrading might refer to the labels that exist nowadays, but last I checked, segregation and sexism have nothing to do with it."
That one got them a strong disagreeing punch to the shoulder.
"Save it for the fanfiction," they scolded distastefully.
A sigh sounded, but the agreement stood tall amidst the darkness of the watching room, soon followed by an awkward silence. One coughed distractedly.
"Uh, what does degrading mean?" the one who had argued asked, embarrassed.
The other shrugged, "Hell if I know."
They watched the two ebonies that lay slumbering, or so they hoped, in their cell below, locked in a cell of Adamantium made bars and concrete flooring. Neither seemed to move though.
"You… you don't think their dead, do you?"
The other shrugged. "If they are, I call Logan. I like me my people with accents."
A glare shot through the darkness.
"Two things; one, that's gay. Two, if he's dead, he can't talk."
The silence returned followed by an angry huff.
"Damn… Oh well, there's always YouTube…"
That earned a laugh of agreement. A sippycup full of Coca-Cola was risen into the air.
"I hear you there…"
XxXxX
~Young Justice~
Everyone's eyes were somewhat on Robin, but it was Wally who was really staring. He figured if he continued to bore his emerald eyes deep into Robin's neck, the boy would feel it and snap from this frozen emotionless trance he had been in for the past 20 minutes, but so far, all it was doing was haloing Robin's outline and darkening the outside edges, giving the ginger a headache. The only reason Wally knew his best friend was still alive because Robin's fingers tapped an inaudible tune like they always did when he was bored. It looked like he was playing a piano solo on his thigh, and for all Wally cared, he actually might've been.
If he wasn't so busy trying to shoot laser beams out his eyes towards the pale neck, he might've been bothered by the awkward silence and started flirting with Megan who sat quietly, driving the ship and minding her business. He also might've cracked a couple jokes at Superboy who had just learned the concept of 'That's What She Said', or chatted casually with Kaldur. He might've complained about the long trip, Robin's out-of-it-ness [1], or maybe about how bad he could use a corndog right now. All that mattered now though was that he wasn't complaining, and the rest of the team was more than happy about that.
"Should I try to wake up Robin? He's scaring me," Megan telepathically asked the rest of the team, minus the hypnotized ebony.
Automatically, the hands of all three boys on the ship, Robin excluded, all flew to their heads and they snarled in pain before glaring at the green-skinned Martian.
"Megan…" Kaldur started to warn her.
"I-I'm sorry," she quickly cut him off, her voice soft.
Her amber eyes were full of worry as she shifted her gaze from the frozen bird boy to her upset teammates, mostly focusing on Superboy.
"I feel… mean talking though… if he hears," she said in a breath, so only Superboy could hear.
He frowned in distaste, but looked to Kaldur for an order of a sort, mouthing something swiftly. Kaldur turned his eyes back towards Robin, studying the dancing fingers to the unmoving features before glancing back at the feminine redhead.
"Say what you need aloud," Kaldur decided would be the best.
Megan sighed, her teeth tugging painfully at her lower lip in discomfort.
"After he passed out, I think something bad happened. When he gave me those directions, it didn't sound like him… And now… Have you ever seen him this still? Even when Batman's scolding him over a mention. At least then he's tensed up and twitching. Now, he's just… playing Teenage Dream on a piano…" she rose an eyebrow at the thought she had 'accidentally' picked from his mind.
Wally's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darted to his statue of a friend.
"Last time I saw him like this, he was dangling over a tank of frogs by his ankle [2]," he reminisced briefly.
That raised other eyebrows in the room, but no one dared question the ranidaphobic [3] sidekick who was stuck in the depths his own thoughts. Curiously, Wally unhooked from the alienated seat that constricted him and walked in front of the thirteen year old, kneeling ever so carefully. He got eye level- er, mask level, and waved his hand in front of his friend's eyes. It did nothing. He tried grabbing the gloved pale wrists to stop the nimble fingers from playing the imaginary piano song. Even secured though, the fingers continued to blindly dance about in the air centimeters from the freckles that outlined Wally's nose, causing the skin to tickle slightly.
"He's trippin' balls," Wally confirmed.
That got him a well deserved eye roll from Superboy, but it also gave him an idea. With a grin, Wally lowered the Boy Wonder's hands back to the dark black leggings that made up the thirteen year old's costume and his hands flew to the domino mask that sat in the folds of his friend's face. He gingerly lifted the mask, expecting to see a hideous scar stretching over both eyes and the bridge of the pale nose, but the face was just as pale as the rest of it. His eyes were wide open, the gentle blue gazing out the front window of ship.
Wally stared into the blue eyes, his own eyes widening in wonder. If he had known that Robin had been hiding these beauties behind that mask, he would've ripped it off the second they met. But what really caused the wonder was of how the blue eyes stared right into his, but they seemed oblivious to his prying curiosity. For once, they didn't dart at all. They stayed still and steady, never straying from the center point of the window, seemingly glaring at wherever the address he had cried out lead them.
XxXxX
~X-Men~
Professor Xavier was never one to worry at Logan's disappearances. He was used to the Adamantium laced mutant being absent from the mansion, but not during these circumstances. Charles knew that at even the slightest suspicion of an attack this bad, Logan would board up the mansion and lock everyone in to protect them, even if they did have to last 8 months in there, 'just in case' before the attack actually hit.
The Professor moved his chair across the ruins of his house, moving some wreckage to the side with his mind. Truth be told, it looked a lot better than yesterday, but his darling 'children' as he christened them didn't. In fact, he hadn't seen head nor hair of the students of his school since the incident. They all were either down in the medical wing or up in their rooms, hiding their faces from everyone else because of an embarrassing cut or wounded pride.
The only person he had seen was Kurt, but only brief flashes of fur and a couple of troublesome drops of blood that took forever to clean up from the carpet. He knew he'd have to buy new carpet anyway though, so he didn't really mind. He always tried to stop the fuzzy elf from teleporting, wanting to warn him that if he continued, it could further damage his wounds, but Kurt was fast and sneaky to say the least. That's why what happened next surprised him a little. Professor Xavier hadn't made it halfway across what he believed had once been the living room when a bright flash of yellow showed for a second before the scent of rotten eggs drifted through the room, a small cloud of purple smoke to blame.
Kurt dropped to the ground on three limbs, seeing that his left arm was snaked around his stomach. He was a sorry sight at the moment, his fur matted with dried blood and his ears pinned back just like a cat's ears do before it goes into a fight. His fur was all puffed up, but it looked more like he had bed-head all over his body and not because he was defensive. When he saw the Professor, his ears twitched gently before unpinning themselves.
"P-Professor!" he cried in relief, forcing himself to his feet with his right hand.
He gingerly brushed a stray strand of black hair back behind his ear, his golden eyes darting about nervously. He noticed the Professor's curious eyes darting from each cut to the next, staying silent as he did so, but his eyes spoke volumes.
"How are they Kurt?" Charles asked calmly, ignoring that Kurt had spoke first.
Kurt's tail unconsciously began to trace random shapes on what had once been a full set of lovely rich carpet. He winced as the base of the tail began to randomly throb, causing the tail to flinch up, snaking around his ankle in a flash. It didn't feel much better, but it helped.
"Kitty has a cut on her stomach, but it's healing and I zhink she'll be fine if she lets it heal. Ozher zhan zhat, she has a bruise on her right arm and a puncture vound on her left ankle zhat vas probably just some glass. Rogue has a deep cut on her left zhigh and a bruise on her left calf, and a huge bruise on her stomach. She's got glass shards in her arm, but I got most of zthem out. She's really hurt, but she's stubborn and I vas going to get Hank to look at her… but Professor, zhat's not vhy I came to look for you…"
The Professor seemed amazed at Kurt's memory as his eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, but that didn't stop him from gesturing for Kurt to continue. Kurt set a hand to his forehead, indicating maybe a headache, but that was the least of his worries.
"Last night, I had a dream I met zhis little boy who vas almost just like me, but he vasn't a mutant. He vas in zhe circus… his real parents left him… except his parents had died… he's different zhan his friends… ve bozh hide… And he lost 'somevon close to him'. He vouldn't specify, but I zhink it vas family. His name vas 'Robin', and he said he lived in Gozham. It… it vas so real… so I looked him up… He's real… Professor, I've never heard of him before now. Vas zhat… a message? Do you zhink zhere's a vay zhat he contacted me vizh another telepazh like you?"
Kurt's eyebrows were furrowed and he seemed genuinely scared. That was enough to prove to Professor Xavier that this was serious.
"I've heard of a sidekick named Robin, but nothing more than that. He worked with Batman a couple years ago and they still work together as far as I know… It may help if I see the dream," the Professor decided.
Kurt seemed hesitant.
"I have to go get Hank… maybe later," he procrastinated like the American he was trying to become.
He uncurled his tail and bunched up his fists, hugging his stomach and screwing up his eyes as he teleported off again. The Professor never had a chance to stop him. He sighed weakly.
"Maybe it's best not to probe," he thought aloud, shaking his head slowly.
He kept wheeling forward until he got to the stairs where a silent groan escaped his lips. The wheelchair ramp was broken.
Figures… he thought to himself.
He knew he could just lift himself up the stairs with his mind, but the last time he had tried, he had slipped and nearly flattened poor little Amara. That wasn't worth risking again, especially with glass lying around.
[1] Out-of-it-ness. Where you're out of it, only made to sound fancier with a 'ness' on the end.
[2] I was playing Lego Batman and whenever a frog got close, Robin wouldn't even fight it. He'd jump to the wall and kinda hide there until I turned to Batman and hit him with the batarang. It must've been a glitch, but it was funny at one in the morning on the second to last day before school started.
[3] Frog-phobic.
I am so f-ing sorry. I should've updated this FOREVER ago, but I got writer's block, and I still have some… so, if you want me to update, I'll try, but no promises… It may take me a couple months, but I will try… I guess… Was this chapter okay? I'm all unsure. And to be honest, I have no idea who kidnapped Bruce and Logan. I'm just making it up as I go. So, how did improvising go? And sorry Kurt's accent is hard to read. I'm adapting so you should too.
So uh, review? And if you have tips to getting over anxiety (I have it REALLY bad), I need them… bad…
-F.J. III