Here's the next chapter, I'm so sorry it took so long. This week has been really busy for me. But here it is!

Jonathon Calasor walked down the street in the cool air of the mid-morning business hours. His hands involuntarily slid into his empty pockets, which only reminded him of his current trouble. Money. It's always money. As that thought came to mind, he sighed; it really was always about money. Money was the whole reason why his parents had kicked him out in the first place. His large, muscle powered shoulders slumped. He could still hear their biting words ring in his ears.

"Jon! If you're too weak to take the risk for the money, then you're too weak to stay in this house and be a part of this family!" Jon gritted his teeth. Too weak, they had said. He could pick up a truck going at full speed, but now they were calling him weak?

He looked up as he came to a stop at the front of the large city bank. His hands, now outside his pockets, clenched into fists. So many years of "taking from the rich and giving to the poor," as his parents had called it, drew him towards the building. It was like an unwanted addiction. A drug just swaying in front of him waiting to be used again. Jon turned his head. He had promised himself, no more. He walked on pushing the thought of money out of his head.

Jon rubbed the shaggy black hair on his head trying to come up with someone who might let a sixteen-year-old x-criminal into their home. Just as he came up with the conclusion that there was no one he heard a scream to his right, coming from the street adjacent to the one he was on. Out of curiosity, he ran around the corner quickly, to see a woman on the ground. He ran to her.

"Are you all right? What happened?" He asked quickly, his voice low and serious, though there was no mistake of excitement in his voice.

"That man stole my purse!" She shrieked while pointing towards a man dressed in black running in the opposite direction. A hint of overflowing excitement was in Jon's hazel eyes. Finally there was something for him to do.

He took off after the man in black. As he ran towards him an array of thoughts ran through his head. Who is this guy? Probably just a common thief, he doesn't seem to know any tricks. He can't run very fast. He looks skinny, I could probably throw him a few yards. If he tries to loose me I can probably cut through main street and meet him on the other side. Why a purse? I always wondered why I was asked to steal purses. How much money is in a purse anyway? Adrenaline rushed through his body and pumped him faster. This was what his entire life was about, the excitement and rush that comes with danger and risk. That's all he had ever known since he was a little boy.

Continuing to follow the man in black, they both turned into a dark alley, a few blocks from where the woman was. Keeping his footsteps light and quiet, he turned the corner unnoticed. He crept quietly behind a large city trash bin, just barely hiding his muscular frame. He watched as the man began to head towards the door on an abandoned building. If he didn't do something now, the man would get away.

"Hey, you over there! Stop!" Jon shouted. At first the man seemed startled as if he had been caught until he realized it was just a kid, or so he thought. "I would return that purse if I were you."

"Why? What could you do to me, your just a kid." The man replied then started trying to break the lock on the door.

Jonathon Calasor smiled. Just at that moment two things happened. One the man had unlocked the door but was to busy stepping away from it and staring at the kid to run inside. Two the reason why he was starring at Jonathon was because he had just lifted a huge trash bin above his head and looked poised to throw it. A moment later the bin had soared throw the air and had landed right in between the man and the door. Jonathon walked slowly toward the shocked man who was now cowering in a corner, trying to load his gun. He picked him up by his shirt collar with one hand and looked him in the eye. His other hand was in a fist and in a position ready to punch the man if needed.

"Now are you going to return that purse like a good person I know you are . . ." Jon heard the sound of police cars coming down the street and for the first time his smile widened when he heard it. "or do things have to get ugly?"

"H-Here, take it!" He threw the purse into Jon's hands. Jon dropped him on the ground and the man took off in a frantic run, only to get cut off by two police cars. Jon brushed his hands together.

"Well that takes care of that problem."

Jonathon clutched the purse in his hands and crept quietly around the corner past the police. Luckily for him they were too busy with the thief to notice him. He briskly walked toward where he had first seen the woman. Now only one corner away, he stopped as a thought came to mind. There was bound to be money in this purse, and even if the police never found it they would blame the man of hiding it. Jon could keep it all to himself. He looked down at the black bag he held and swallowed a lump in his throat. Just one hundred dollars and his parents were bound to give him a second chance. What if there wasn't one hundred in there? Every little bit would still help though. He began to slowly unzip the purse.

"Jonathon Calasor?" A strong stoic male voice came from behind him. He quickly pulled his hand away from the purse and turned around. What he saw shocked him. The Green Lantern was standing in front of him with an eyebrow raised. He swallowed a lump in his throat; had the Lantern come to arrest him?

"Yes?" Jon said and managed to keep his voice level and calm.

"You did a good job back there, kid." Lantern said and looked at the purse. "Are you going to return that?" Jon's eyes fell upon the bag then he quickly looked back up at the hero.

"Yeah, of course." The two of them turned the corner to see the woman talking to a police officer. Jon slowly walked up keeping his face low. "Um, excuse me, I think this is yours." The lady turned to him and smiled as she took the bag out of his hands.

"Oh, thank you so much! I'm so glad you found it, you have know idea how much money I could have lost!" No, I don't. Jonathon thought after she spoke. But still, it felt good to do something right for a change. It made him feel good. In fact it made him feel so good he forgot all about the money.

"Jonathon, right?" Lantern said putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. Jon turned his head to look at him.

"Yeah?"

"I've come to tell you, that you've been chosen to try out to become a Justice League apprentice."

So that was ch. 7! please review and tell me what you think! hopefully I'll be able to write a lot more this week.