Hello all, long time no see.
First of all I would like to apologize for the long wait-It also seems that a glitch had occurred when I was posting the last chapter, and for that I wasn't aware until the next day.
Anyway, I would like to thank you all for sticking me for so long, dear readers, and here is the story :)
Robin was feeling undoubtedly lighter.
After his talk with Oracle he felt like a rock was removed from his chest. He didn't know how she did it, but Oracle had a way with words that made them twist and churn in your thoughts and somehow convince you that she was right.
Which she was most of the time.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about Oracle that he should know by now-Something in the way she dodged his hits; with an all too confident smirk and glinting eyes shrouded behind pixels. The way she called his name; the roll of the 'r' and the slight lilt in her speech when she spoke of something she knew all about; The way her fingers tapped and typed and flew all around the holograms, lightly, precisely.
Basically everything she did, all that she is...reminded him if someone. He just couldn't put his finger on who, exactly.
Meh.
All this thinking was stressing him out...especially after that long emo session he had, as Wally would call it. So, pushing all thoughts about Oracle to the back of his mind, he concentrated on thinking of Wally's face after he was done with his room.
Why Wally, you ask? Well...there wasn't really a specific reason, per say, other than the fact that he had the best facial expressions, but...maybe also because of the fact that he knew Wally was worried about him. He had been moody these few days, and he wanted to let Wally know that he was okay now. The Robin he knew was more or less back.
There were still some things that were bugging him, but he decided to let them rest for the time being. He had worried his Team, especially his best friend, enough.
Ugh, this is getting mushy. He thought of the results of his prank again, if all went well.
he sniggered. This was gonna be good.
##
Cassandra didn't know about a lot of things.
She didn't know how to talk, for some time. Didn't know how to read, write, hold a pen. But she got better with help from Oracle, Tim, Steph and even Damian. (But that was quickly stopped short when Tim found out about the kind of 'vocabulary' he had been teaching her. But honestly? Cassandra appreciated any kind of help she could get, and being able to talk like she was jaded really helped on the streets, when faced with less than...pleasant encounters.)
Even so, there exists things that she still couldn't do.
She couldn't hold a conversation, give advice or tell jokes. She couldn't make friends or chat or make small talk as easily as Tim or Steph could. Basically function in society, not like she would ever admit it.
But one thing she knew for sure, was that a skippy, sniggering Robin swinging down the hallway with a suspicious bag was not good. Someone is gonna get Robin'd. Hard.
Curious, she trailed silently after him. When he shut the door, she crouched down and leaned as near as she could to the door. She heard some muffled thumps and barely restrained snickering. There was some beeping and she guessed he was messing around with the systems. Whatever it was he wanted to do to Wally, he made sure to do it the Bat way through and through.
She decided she didn't want to know, whatever it was.
So, she got up, patted the imaginary dust off, and decided that all things considered, it was nice seeing the cheery Robin once again.
From the brief encounter with Black Canary and the rest of The Team to the snippets of conversations between them, she had gathered as much that YJ Robin was the little mischef maker among them, the little annoying little ray of sunshine that followed them around like a little brother.
She was glad that this Batman had him now, at least.
It didn't take much to put two and two together and conclude that it was Dick Grayson in the Robin mask. For one thing Bruce was noticebly young, and less...dark. She was informed of the Bat-history, more or less. Sometimes when Barbara felt like it, she would tell Steph and her tales of when she first started, a newbie in the hero business.
Stories before all the other Robins. Namely...before Jason. Even some before Batgirl, when she was just fangirl-extrodinare.( This was what Steph had dubbed her when they had late-night conversations or sleepovers, and approached the topic. Cass was always just content with listening.)
The Batman was always...lighter, she didn't know how she could tell, but maybe it was the mix of body language and the tilt in her tone. Or the wistful look in her eyes whenever she talked of it. He always seemed more human.
That was the case with the Batman here. It was relatively easier to imagine him as Bruce Wayne, the playboy billionare, than it was for the Bruce Wayne in her dimension. He was too intense, too...dark. She supposed that was the case of experience. When Jason died, she heard he had gone into a frenzy, beating the villians half-dead, nearly killing some of them.
But then again it was before her time, so the Bruce Wayne she had in her mind was always controlled, always calm. Despite that, the shroud of heaviness never left his shoulders, weary in his duties as the protector. It made him see too much, feel too little, and he knew it.
He was her father too, and like it or not, they are gonna have to accept her into this family. God knows she needed family just as much as them.
She liked the Dick Grayson here, but it was hard to like the one from her dimension when his trust for her is worth dirt.
Shaking unpleasent thoughts from her head, she walked silently to her room, focusing instead of wondering what Robin planned for his comeback prank.
##
Miss Martian wasn't sure when the change happened, but she suddenly found herself relaxed and craving...popcorn for some reason. She felt like the tension between her shoulders had finally been relieved and she couldn't help but let out a content sigh.
"What's wrong," Conner whispered, sensing her practically melt into her seat at the movies. They had decided to finally grab some time to themselves, and 'going to the movies' seemed like the normal thing to do for human teenagers. They were still...learning.
"Nothing, just...I feel really relaxed for some reason," she whispered back, " it's...refreshing."
"That's good," he said, squeezing their entwined hands, "let's just watch the movie."
"Sounds nice," she sighed, leaning against him.
#
In the dark underground lair of the League of Assassins, a certain Harley Quinn was enjoying herself.
After the brief introduction as 'a valuable ally' with the rest of the team-up, Mistah J and her were prompty invited into the front of the 'lackey-level' members to do a quick introduction as to what they were supposed to do.
"Listen up lackeys, Mistah J and I are not someone you mess with, ya got that," someone in the audience twitched. Knowing she needed to prove her point, she promptly fired at the man, hitting the target dead on, dying the cloaks of the people surrounding him a deep red. Now she seemed to command some respect. Peeking at the Joker with the corner of her eye, she was greeted with a blank stare instead.
Well, at least he payed attention, she congratulated herself. Coughing, she looked at the audience again, grinning wickedly.
"Now you better perk up yer ears and listen up boys, cuz I'm not gonna say it twice."
#
The shrill voice of the Joker's girl...Harley, was giving him a headache. After her little...show, with the man, he had become quite nervous around her indeed.
She had then promptly told-commanded, more like, he thought-the lackeys to place Joker gas in the specific places, and hopped back to her stop, pestering the Joker with questions all the way. ("Did'ja see that, Mistah J? I took him down I did, that imbecile, how dare he not respect us when we're talking...")
The Joker gave little to no response, but his counterpart was watching their interaction curiously. YJ Joker seemed...taken aback. But that was the standard response for Harley Quinn, especially those who first met her.
The noitorious villian was most famous for sticking with the Joker, no matter thick and thin. She was vicious in her own way too, but mostly when she wasn't with the Joker, she was hanging around with the usual Gotham gang, Poison Ivy, Catwoman and such.
He had wondered why the Joker had even given her the time of day, but brushed it off. It was simoly none of his concern. Who understands the minds of warped clowns, anyway.
He didn't have to walk up and say anything, he did his job alone, after all, so he stood in the sidelines, along with the rest of their team-up, with the exception of Ras al' Ghul, who had taken to establish his status by sitting on the throne, facing Harley still.
Warp could see his younger counterpart twitch at the action, not used to be second fiddle to what technically was his, too.
He wisely chose not to say anything, observing the strange ways of his 'partners' instead. This wasn't the usual gang trying to take over, after all. He could even say they were out of his league.
Masterminds were masterminds, no matter which dimension they come from, and it was all he could do to try and keep up.
#
ok. Hello, everyone *waves nervously* ...so here's the thing...I'm not sure what to do with this story anymore, so here I'm asking you guys for some suggestions...how do you think I should proceed with this?
It has been quite some time since I started this story, out of pure boredom and love of the bat family \(^.^;\)) and I'm...not sure what I planned for this. Life has been hectic, and I am facing a move from city to city, so i would really love as much help as you guys can provide.
it would really mean a lot to me, as I am really new in this fanfic business, and I would really like to hear from my readers (...if I still have any left...~,~) what they think.
I would like to finish this story, I AM quite fond of this, as my first fanfic ever published (/.)/.
I love you guys! And I am really sorry (oAo;)
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