Here's the next chapter, this one was a doozy.

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"AWW", all three kids said and pouted in disappointment.

"But if you'd really like me to tell you", Private said as he saw people coming into the dining room. "I'll tell you stories at the table when we eat."

"Yay!", The kids yelled as they hugged Private and ran back to their seats in the table.

"Hello uncle Nigel", Private greeted as he also took his seat with the kids.

"Hello there, lad", Nigel said as he sat down too. "Everyone take a seat, they shall be serving the food soon, if memory serves."

"It appears to have", Vicktor said, taking his seat along with his family. Once everyone was seated, they noticed that a lot more people have also seated themselves at a table. A few waiters also came into the room all carrying menus and trays with water and champagne. One waiter made its way to their table.

"Oh My god", Markus said with his mouth gaping at the waiter.

"Look at our fucking waiter!", Sean said as he began to cackle.

"Oh wow!", Benicio said tauntingly at the waiter.

"Look who got hekkin stuck on waiter duty!", Markus yelled out and burst into laughter, doubling over, gaining the attention from a few other people, chuckles rising in the crowd.

"No Manches Mark!", the waiter said as he set the menus on the table and raised the tray of drinks above his head.

"No seas cabron, Jose Finley Martinez Chappe", Benicio responded in spanish.

"Hey, I didn't want to get stuck on waiter duty!", Finley said as he set lowered the tray a bit.

"Oh yeah, let's recall how you came in possession of this job?", Sean asked crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Finley.

"Okay, so I might have crashed the bosses' Bugatti Chiron", Finley said as he lowered his voice and looked off to the side. Private's eyes widened at the news, that was his car!

"Mhh hmm", Vicktor grunted as he nodded to confirm this.

"Hey, but it was Sean's fault we were running from the mafia", Finley said in his defense. "Besides it's not like the owner's here to use…" His words died in his throat as he looked down at Private, his former boss and owner of the car he crashed. "AH QUE LA CHINGADA!", Finley yelled in surprise and the tray of drinks flew into the air, landing on Private, drenching him in water and alcohol.

"Oh dear", Private said as he stood from his chair.

"Oh, it was an accident, I SWEAR boss", Finley said in fear of what would happen, now that his boss was back.

"Oh Finley, it's fine, these things happen", Private said playfully shrugging it off.

"Lo siento mucho", Finley said, apologizing to Private.

"Really, it's fine Finley, but what was that about my car?", Private asked as he extended his arms from his body watching the bubbly champagne drip from his black and white suit.

"Um…", Finley said as he backed away a bit.

"Hey!", Sean yelled as he stood up, taking Private's attention."Why don't we find you a change of clothes, you look like a blind cobblers thumb right now."

"And you smell like booze", Markus said sniffing the air.

"We mighta have your old suit in the car", Benicio said standing up.

"Thanks guys", Private said as he walked towards them taking a few napkins along with him. "And hey, Finley", Private called, gaining his attention. "Don't think this conversation is ovah. Capisce?"

"C-claro que si, I mean.. Yes boss!", Finley said, taking a nervous gulp.

"Skippah, sir. I'll just be a moment", Private said as he approached Skipper.

"Oh, don't worry, young Private", Skippah said ruffling Private's wet hair.

"Thank you, and could you order me a grilled salmon while i'm gone", Private said as he began to walk along with Benicio.

"Noted and accounted for, Private", Kowalski said writing it down on a little notepad he had with him.

"Thanks!", Private yelled as he exited the room.

"Welcome", Rico yelled back with a smile edging on his face.

(Skipper's POV)

I watched as Private left the room, still dripping wet, leaving with that Benicio guy. Turning back to the people on the table I found myself throwing side glances at Kowalski and Rico. To be honest I didn't like any of Private's old friends, the kids were bearable, but barely. I couldn't pin down exactly what was so bothersome about them, but I didn't like it.

I felt Kowalski elbow me on my side and looked at him for an explanation, only to have him push his notepad onto my lap. It read, 'Should we make small talk, sir?' I only nodded my head and looked to Rico, who also nodded. As I looked up, I saw everyone was ordering something, with our waiter, Finley, writing everything down on his own notepad.

Their eyes were trained on us, as if to see if we would attack, we were doing likewise. Even if Private is friends with these 'strangers', that doesn't mean we can let our guard down.

"What would you guys like to order?", Finley asked us waiting patiently for our respond.

"I think we'll all be having grilled salmon", I answered for my team.

"Cool, and I'll bring a tray of drink for you to choose from", Finley said before muttering, "Maybe this time I won't drop it." He walked away with everyone's orders and left us in awkward silence with the other team in the table.

"So, you boys are from new york?", Vicktor asked all of a sudden gaining our attention.

"Yes sir, a penguin commando team", Kowalski answered immediately.

"Penguins? Just penguins?", Natalia asked as she cradled Luka in her arms, keeping him entertained with her fan.

"Yup, why?", I asked, genuinely confused at what they were insinuating.

"Well, usually most animal teams are composed of various different species", Vicktor responded. "Well saying from personal experiences with the teams in the association and our partnering with the North Wind"

"You meet them be'ore?", Rico asked, hoping they weren't the only ones who had a bad encounter with them.

"Oh yes, they were a pain in the ass!", Sean said in exasperation.

"Do you just let him curse around your kids?", I asked in concern for the kids.

"Yes, he can't be helped", Natalia and Vicktor both responded in sync.

"Anyways", Sean said ending the conversation about himself. "They were all caught up with their fancy gadgets and my god are they self-righteous hypocrites, especially that wolf guy."

"Hey!", Markus said quickly. "Watch it bunny! He may be a pain in the ass, but we're still cousins, in a way."

"Hey, I'm a hare, not a bunny", Sean said correcting Markus. "Private also met them too, thought back then we were using our human forms in that mission." Makes sense why Classified didn't recognize him, I guess.

"So right now, You're all humans?", Kowalski asked in amazement. Of course it took us this long to come up with this type of technology.

"Yes", Frank said from his seat. "I developed this technology, some years ago as a penguin. Lucky for us, my work as not dispersed to the villain community. From my careful calculations and consideration, no one else has access to this."

"So what types o an'mals arr you?", Rico asked. Well this will be interesting…

"I'm a genetically height modified adelie penguin from Britain", Frank answered. Genetically modified what?

"I'm an Alaskan husky", Markus said as he tapped his chin, right on top of his large scar. What happened to him for that to happen?

"I'm a mountain hare, from Ireland", Sean said with a proud smile. Well that explains a lot.

"I'm a Tigon", Vicktor said, quickly noticing my confused expression, he added, "I had a lion for a father and a tiger for a mother, I'm a hybrid." Well that's something I don't see everyday

"I'm a lynx, as well as Zach, my son", Natalia said. "Tanya is a siberian tiger and Luka is a kitten, more specifically a munchkin cat." Munch-what? "We're a mixed family and we adopted Luka as our own, explaining how a domestic cat is in our family"

"Benicio is an Emperor penguin and well, you know the rest", Vicktor finished.

"Well that's a large variety of animals", Skipper said as he looked from one person to the other.

"Indeed it is, but it never hurts to have variety", Natalia said as she turned to look at the exit to the room. "Oh, here comes bill."

I turn around in my chair to see private walking towards us, wearing a purple vest, red bow tie, maroon jeans, a large smile and blush on his cheeks. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and I looked over to Kowalski and Rico, they wore blushes of their own. Private walked up to us and twirled around, asking, "So.. how do I look?"

Honestly, he looked amazing. The vest was just his perfect size, showing a little bit of his lean muscles and curves of his body connecting to his slender hips and legs. The bow tie brought the color of his eyes into more focus and his newly dried hair was slightly curled and parted, giving him a stunning appearance. And that smile… gosh.

"You look amazing Private", I said as I looked at him up and down.

"You are looking stunning in that outfit Private", Kowalski said and Rico gave a thumbs up and large smile to Private while nodding his head in agreement.

"Aww, thanks guys", Private said as he was about to take his seat, but Rico pulled the chair for him. "Thank you, Rico"

We all settled down again and began small talk, mostly with Private starting the conversation as anything else would result in awkward silence... Or a fight. I still don't like or trust these people.

A/N- This was fun to write and Finely was even funnier, "AH QUE LA CHINGADA", Oh my god, I was laughing non stop. Imagine basically telling your boss you crashed their car. Oh my god. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, leave a review I would like to hear your thoughts on this.

Important

I am working on another story for young justice it's called, "The Memory of The Dead", Go check that out if you'd like, I would also recomend following this and that story if you want to read it, I am juggling with posting for both of these stories so I don't know when i might update this one. Please go check that out if you like Dick Grayson and want to see what shall happen to him in that story. Anyways now I gotta go, Bye bye.