Haha, I managed to keep up! Take that, non existent social life! Thanks for the reviews :) disclaimer see chapter one
I casually slumped onto the sofa in the common area, knowing the entire team was out on a mission. I had just finished unpacking, and the mountain was silent of Wallys munching, Robin's cackling, the static as Connor watched Tv, the steady thud of arrows on targets, the splash of water from the pool, and M'Gann as she fussed over burnt cookies.
Flipping on the news, it was still covering the Music Miesters demise, from some security cameras he didn't manage to take down.
In grainy black and white, I watched as a few zombies danced past, then I did, running full pelt and unaffected by my father. It flipped back to Cat Grant.
"Who was that? How is she immune to the Music Miester? Is she a hero? Or a villain?"
I turned the TV off, not wanting to hear anymore.
"You must be Muse," unaware, I hadn't noticed a large red robot with blue cape enter the cave. I shrieked, and spun round.
"I am sorry, if I scared you. I was merely introducing myself. I am Red Tornado, the team's den mother," the robot nodded in greeting.
"Yeah, I'm Muse. Call me Akia," I smiled at the robot.
"Pleasure," the robot droned, leaving the room. I raised an eyebrow. For someone with such good manners, he sure doesn't know how to hold a conversation.
I walked back to my room, and sat down, and grabbed my ukulele from the foot of my bed. It was luminous yellow, and was proven to glow in the dark. I grabbed my felt pick, and my music book, and headed back to the common area, which had pretty good acoustics.
I perched on the edge of the sofa, and opened my music book. I then tried to twist my fingers into a C# minor chord, known to me as, excuse my language, the bastard chord.
I started strumming a song I had been writing, trying to think of some lyrics. I hummed along with the tune, trying to figure out words to g with the beat.
"You're good," someone stated. For the second time that day, I squealed, practically leaping into the air.
"Sorry," Robin chuckled.
"When did you get back?" I asked, calming down.
"I never left," he grinned, "mission didn't need me." He jumped onto the sofa beside me, causing the green cushions to bounce.
"So... You were here all this time?" I widened my eyes.
"That's what I never left means, doesn't it?" He snorted.
"Supposedly," I smirked.
"So what do you play?"
"A lot. I was homeschooled by my father. Normal lessons in the morning, music in the afternoon. I still remember my mother an father playing an instrument each, my father normally on a piano, my mother a flute, and I was just clapping along. Or, when I got older, a violin. On the roof, normally," I sighed, blinking back tears.
"When did she die?" Robin clasped one of my hands.
"5 years ago. I was 8," I couldn't stop myself crying now.
"And it never stops hurting, does it? I know. I lost my parents when I was nine," he whispered.
"Both of them?"
"Yeah. But then Batman took me in, and Agent A became my grandfather," he smiled.
"My mother died of some unknown disease. I was there when she died, watched the heart machine turn off. But I had my father, at least," I smiled sadly, looking up into his shaded eyes.
"How about you visit him tomorrow?" He offered.
"Yes!"