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Poseidon'sdaughter3- I know, I just had to add Rose. And… maybe, we'll see if she is Ravager. ;) Zatanna's actually not coming in until like three more chapters… but when she does, it'll be epic. :3
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jake111- I actually haven't decided on the pairings yet… I'm a Spitfire and Traught shipper so… yeah. :I
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"I don't like this."
A scoff quickly followed after her words. "Join the club."
The blonde couldn't help but give the raven haired boy that sat across from her a smirk. "Where's the sign in sheet?"
He didn't reply, only sparing a small smirk for her as a third figure approached the table and sat down beside the boy. "Conner Kent." The words sounded less like a question and more like a statement to her ears. The only sound they got out of him was a grunt followed by a short nod.
"What the hell?" The girl asked, turning back to the young creeper she'd already been sitting with. "Do you know who we all are?"
He shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Maybe, I just recognized both of your faces fro… nevermind." Before they could get more out of him, he slipped away from his seat and began to walk away. "I'm going to get something to drink." He muttered, barely audible as he did so.
"Great." She growled softy, crossing her arms and sinking lower into her chair as silence overtook the two remaining teens. They remained like that as minutes wore by and she had to resist the urge to check the time on her watch every five seconds.
And finally, one more person arrived. Her eyes remained on the teen as he not so casually but actually rather calmly strolled into the restaurant, an uneasy look on his face. It wasn't hard to tell why he was there, considering they were the only ones currently residing in the building (minus the owner, that was, who had apparently rented out the place for the day to whoever they were now working for.)
No one spoke as he pulled up a chair and sat in between them, silently observing them. The girl did the same to him, sizing him down in case he was there to pick a fight. Truthfully, he seemed like someone who wouldn't go out without a fight and the odd tattoos on his arms only proved her theory further. "How much are they paying you two?" She spoke up, glancing at them both in mild curiosity.
"I'm not in it for the money." The other boy – Conner – muttered as his only reply, still opting to remain silent.
She rolled her eyes but looked over at the new arrival. "You?"
"I will not be receiving my payment in currency." He spoke with an edge, not taking his eyes off of her. He made her feel like she was dirty, and truthfully; right now she did feel like it, this guy... whoever he was… he was making her completely and utterly uneasy.
She arched an eyebrow in curiosity and hid any other feelings from her expression, glancing at them both with equal disbelief. "Not in it for the money? You guys have got to be joking!"
"I do not joke." The dark skinned teen replied with the same tone of voice, unfazed by her attitude.
The other boy's shoulder stiffened and he scowled at her. "Not everyone cares about the money."
She didn't reply, completely at a loss of words. Not everyone cares about the money? Everyone cares about the money! There were two things that mattered in the world, power and money. If you had one, you were well off. Having the both… well, that just made you a god.
"Hey, you'll never guess who I… oh." The young boy stopped in his tracks as he noticed the new arrival. His eyes lingered on the atlantean, a mixture of shock and disappointment setting on his features. But none of them paid attention to him as they say the guy who currently had the young boy's arm around his neck.
The freckle-faced teenager gave an awkward wave. "Um, hey…"
"Who's he?" The girl asked, instantly curious once more.
The raven haired boy snapped out of his daze, a grin setting on his lips as he sat down and pulled a chair out for the other boy to sit down beside him. "Our last teammate!"
"I suppose introductions are in order." The tattooed teen spoke up, glancing around the table in what Artemis could only assume was internal doubt. "I am Kaldur'ahm."
The girl was the next to speak up, her hand brushing a lone strand of blonde hair from her face. "Call me Artemis."
"Conner." The other dark haired teen spoke.
The youngest smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on his chair. "Nightwing or Wing because... I don't know any of you all well enough to be on a first name basis."
"Hurtful but true." The last kid added, punching Wing in the arm lightly. "I'm Blitz."
"Blitz, huh?" Artemis couldn't help the smirk that formed on her lips. "I take it you're fast."
Wally glared at her. "Artemis? I take it you're an archer." She opened her mouth to snap at him, but shut up as she realized that yes – she was an archer. "I was right?" He asked in amusement.
"Shut it." She muttered, looking away as her cheeks began to tint a light crimson. "Let's just get to the point of this whole thing, okay? I don't want to spend any more time with you people then necessary."
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I see." The speedster grinned at her.
"You should hold that tongue of yours if you want to keep it!" She stood from her seat, reaching forward and attempting to claw at his neck in anger.
"Artemis!" Luckily, it was Kaldur'ahm who intervened and grabbed her by the waist before any damage could be inflicted upon the speedster. "We all need to get along for the time being, understood?"
The young bird nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we need everyone alive for this thing."
"Alive doesn't mean unharmed." Conner pointed out with an emotionless tone, but whether he showed it or not; Artemis could tell that he was already enjoying their bantering… she just hoped this wouldn't turn out as bad as then arguments with Rose usually did.
Wing crossed his arms, his deadly expression telling Blitz not to say another word or there would be hell to pay. The redhead nervously complied, knowing fully well how serious the younger boy was being. Yes, he wasn't embarrassed to admit that the little brat completely and utterly scared him. "If you two don't calm down, you're going to have to explain to someone exactly why it is this mission didn't go down!"
That shut Artemis up instantly; no was she going to tell Deathstroke the Terminator that she had failed one simple little task, the one simple little task that he'd instructed her with.
"Okay, fine." Wally sighed in defeat, glancing around at all of them with a curious expression. "Where do we go from here, literally? I'm sure we can't just stay here."
Kaldur nodded in agreement, releasing Artemis from his firm grip that held her in place when he was sure that the second he released her she wasn't just going to make a grab for the speedster's throat again. "But where do we go?"
Conner shrugged, not saying anything; it wasn't like they expected any bright ideas from him anyways. They all figured he was a man of few words.
"I know just the place."
They all turned to Wing and waited for him to elaborate on where this place was, surely it was easy to find in the city. Wasn't everything in this place?
He grinned from ear to ear, giving a mock bow and motioning for them to follow him out of the shop. "Follow me, my comrades."
Artemis rolled her eyes and was the first to walk out of the door, walking past Wing with an amused smirk. "Show the way, Kid Wing."
"Kid's Wally, not me." He replied as the rest of them followed suit, not turning to see the red head speedster's warning glare. The last words any of them spoke before exiting the shop were said by the confused archer.
"Who's Wally?"
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