A/N: Is it any wonder why I don't do my homework? I'm too busy writing fanfiction. But that C in English is NOT my fault, okay? You can't expect me to memorize the meaning and who said every single freakin' quote from Lord of the Flies, a book I hate with a burning passion.

(Anonymous reviewer that didn't leave their name): We start high school in 9th grade (Freshman) and we continue on with our grades (Sophomores, 10th grade. Juniors, 11th grade) until 12th grade when we're called Seniors.

*I don't remember the real term, but it's where you sue the guy suing you

~ Ten brownie points to the first person who can name that reference. Hint: "Alison Hart was the name of a character played by Harley Jane Kozak in the series Harts of the West, in which _ and _ both appeared. This could be merely a coincidence, if they actually exist." If I told you the actors, I'd practically be spelling out for you.

Fifteen brownie points for the most original answer to this question (I have my own answer I was raised on): "Do you know why you kick the plane, Marine?"

*Robin's POV*

"Recognized: Batman, 02."

Instantly heads flipped towards the entrance of the Cave. "Mission?" Were the first words out of my mouth, and immediately echoed by Wally.

"But Artemis isn't here." Megan reminded him, hovering over the group as Black Canary pulled back on her jacket.

"We wouldn't go on a mission without her, would we?" I asked, looking at Kaldur.

Kaldur shrugs. "I am not entirely sure, but the Batman may not be here to give us a mission assignment, correct?"

We all just look at him like he was crazy. When was the last time Bruce ever came in except to give us missions, besides that one time with Bluejay? Even then he only stuck around for ten seconds, and her coming was linked to a mission.

Batman slid into the room, pulling up files in front of us. Crown Enterprises? My mind wanders to our last mission. But I thought we got all the intel we needed, enough for the JL to get in and stop the sales? Newspaper headings including the temporary arrest and rumors of sentencing to Juvie of Conner Brandt, the rehabilitation of Jason Crown, after his awakening from his coma three days ago; records of recent (legal) sales; photographs of Crown visiting Brandt while in his wheelchair: media galore.

"Why are we looking at Crown Industries?" Wally asks. "I thought-"

"Conner Brandt has hired a very good lawyer for his case." Bruce says, pulling up more files.

"Which would mean he would walk?"

Batman shakes his head. "He's willing to expose previous sales of Crown Industries, which could lead to an investigation and the downfall of the enterprise, as well as Brandt walking away with more than two million dollars of counter* money and three million in inheritance. Jason Crown has no knowledge of such case, and Brandt's lawyer Margret Allison Hart~ is very good, and has a strong reputation. Fourteen out of her last fifteen cases she's won, and she poses a threat to all who rely on Crown's black market."

"Meaning?" asked Wally. I'm sure if Artemis had been here, she would have elbowed him and given him a Duh look.

"Wally," I say, turning to him. "Who recently bought unfulfilled black market orders from Crown Industries?"

Wally looked at me as if I had gone bonkers, then realized I was asking a rhetorical question.

"And if Allison Hart is going to be able to shut down Crown with a few papers and twenty minutes, who does she make enemies of?"

"Oh."

Batman shut down the holograms of files. "Your mission, like with Doctor Serling Roquette, is to protect Allison Hart, the difference being that you must not engage Ms. Hart." Bruce scanned us from behind his mesh white eyes and cowl. "Someone must inform Artemis of this mission when she returns to the Cave."

The Dark Knight turned to M'gann and Kaldur. "You two will take the first shift of guarding Ms. Hart. From oh seven hundred tomorrow morning, you two must protect her. The shifts will be six hours long, and Superboy and Robin will take your place at thirteen hundred. The four of you will be exempt from school tomorrow, and the League will take up shifts at night so you can all rest and decide who takes up the next shifts and who can attend their studies." Almost immediately, like in a puff of smoke the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz, and he was gone.

I glanced between the five of us.

"So… who wants to spar?"

A/N:

Did you know… there's this button-thing? It sits at the bottom of chapters. You should hit it. I think it makes you leave a review. You should do that. It's right there.

Go on.

Hit it.

You know you want to.

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