Nightstar VS Sparrow Ch. 8
Sparrow's POV:
I watched as my dad and Nightwing exited the elevator and joined their respective families. Nightwing hid his anger easily behind his mask, and approached Starfire and his kids like nothing happened. He put his arm around Starfire and started to chat about something with his kids. My dad on the other hand, had a ticked off look that didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. As he made his way over to us, Mom gave him the "what the heck happened" look. A look Dad and I know entirely too well. Dad gave her a look in return that meant "we'll talk later." I could sense my mom's slight irritation mixed with curiosity and concern. As Dad approached us, Uncle Vic broke the silence.
"Hey Grass-stain! What's up with you and Dick?" Uncle Vic questioned, knowing full well that Dad wasn't going to be sharing any details right now.
"Let's just say Bird-boy is living up to his name." Dad mumbled. Uncle Vic just laughed.
"So does that mean he's acting like a bird or a –"
"Victor!" Aunt Karen interrupted. She glanced over at Stinger and me before looking back at her husband. Uncle Vic must have gotten the message because he didn't finish the sentence.
"Um, so how's it going with y'all?" Uncle Vic asked my parents, who were now standing next to each other with Mom's left arm wrapped around Dad's right arm.
"As good as a hero's live can be, I suppose." Mom deadpanned.
"That bad huh?" Teased Uncle Vic. Uncle Vic seemed to help lighten the mood because both my parents began to smile a little bit. Just when I thought everything could finally be settling down, I hear Darkstar's outburst.
"How dare you! Sparrow is a member of this team and is practically family! What kind of monster would even imply on having to do something like that to their fellow teammate; to a friend!" Darkstar shouted to his father. His hands started to glow green as he stormed out of the room and through the main door. Curious and worried I decided to follow Darkstar out the door. When I caught back up to him he pretended like I wasn't there and instead kept his hurried pace to his room. I've been in Darkstar's room before, but it's not often. If we are ever hanging out together it's either in my room or the Main Room, so I hesitated to continue after him when we reached his room. "Aw, why not? This seems important." I thought and followed him in.
Darkstar's room is small compared to mine and Stinger's. The walls are in their original state, but covered in posters of Darkstar's favorite superheroes, movies, and bands. He has a full sized bed, drawers, and a desk with a fancy new laptop. His laptop was not nearly as high-tech as Stinger's, but was still one of the newest models with all the up to date software. It's mostly just used for video games and movies, along with the occasional video chat. Also on his desk was a plain looking notebook that he used as a drawing book. Darkstar was an amazing artist, and he would spend a lot of his free time glued to his book, doodling random things and people. Every now and then he'll show me one of his drawings, but for the most part he kept them private. I've always been curious as to what he hides in that notebook of his, and when we were younger I would make it a game to try and sneak a peek inside it. One day I finally got a hold of it, but not long enough to look past the first half of it. After that Darkstar and I had an agreement that I would stop trying to invade his privacy and in exchange he would share some of his work with me. As we entered his room, he grabbed his notebook and a pencil and plopped himself on his bed. As soon as he found the page he wanted he started scribbling frantically. Another purpose the notebook has is as a stress reliever. Darkstar isn't easily ticked off, but when anything is bothering him he uses drawing as an outlet. Unsure of what to do, I just stood there with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Care to explain your little melt-down?" I questioned, my eyes never leaving his face.
"Care to explain yours?" He retorted. His comeback caught me off guard and my expression should my shock. "You're not the only one who can lose their cool."
"No, you're right, I'm not the only one. But that still doesn't mean you can't explain to me why you lost it out there!" I yelled at him, my patience fading away.
"I don't want to talk about, Sparrow. Now leave me alone." He grumbled, his focus more on what he was drawing than our argument. This only made me angrier.
"Whatever you and your dad were talking about ticked you off and I know it was about me! I have every right to know! Now spill it!"
"Ugh!" Darkstar signed throwing his back and hitting it on his bed's headrest. "Please just drop it, Sparrow! Trust me you don't want to know."
"I'm pretty sure I do." I said, obviously annoyed. After some hesitation, Darkstar finally sat up and moved so that he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his feet touching the floor.
"Alright I'll tell you, but you should probably sit down first." He offered as he patted the empty spot next to hi on the bed. I complied and once I was comfy and staring at him eagerly, he began recalling his conversation with his dad.