So super late update…Sorry about that hahah –I'M SO SORRY- I had this chapter written up but just forgot to post it and then school happened and well…At least it's here now! So…Second chapter yay!:)
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Okay, so I don't-
Robin: You don't own Young Justice!
Nope! But I do own-
Wally: Your original characters!
Yup!
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Paige "Sanders"
Crimson Angel
I stood in front of the mirror inside my room, squirming around in my costume to make sure I got the fit right. Last night I learned that it would be better to keep my hair back, it had gotten in the way quite a bit. I tied it back with a scarlet ribbon and twirled around; making sure it wouldn't come loose.
"I thought you were a fighter, not a dancer." Mason said from the door way.
"I'm just testing something out." I replied looking down to make sure my boots were laced up.
"Or listening to your Justin Bieber music? …And dancing!" Mason grinned leaning against a wall.
I rolled my eyes, "I don't listen to him, and I'm not dancing." I went to the foot of my bed and retrieved my seraph blade, sliding it into my belt. I stepped towards the window and opened it, ducking through and onto the small balcony. "I'll see you later!"
I heard Mason say something like stay safe! Behind me as I closed the window. I smiled and swung my legs over the railing on the balcony. Phew, okay I did this once, I can do it again… I took my grappling hook and aimed for the same ledge I had used yesterday. Shswoop! It attached itself to the edge and I jumped forward, swinging myself to the end of the alley.
I'm getting better at this. I retrieved the hook and began my route. I stuck to the shadows, trying to ignore the frequent sounds of distress. I didn't know exactly what to do, or who to save, but it would have to be the right people in order to get attention from the Justice League.
"Halp! Halp! Call an amber lamps!" What the hell?
I spun around to the source of the voice, it was a wiry kid around 13 by the looks of it, he had a cocky grin on his face and I was taken back by how easily he had snuck up on me.
"What are you, some wannabe hero?" He asked with a sneer.
"Sounds about right." I replied trying not to let the annoyance slip into my voice. What was nagging at me more was the fact that this kid was in one of the toughest parts of town alone, something was not right.
"What's your hero name? Stupid girl?" He asked with a leer.
Was that seriously the best he could come up with, "It's actually 'I'll-kick-your-ass-if-you-don't-shut-up'."
"Kind of a long name, don't you think?" Another voice stated from behind me. I tensed, slowly turning my head to see a girl behind me. Was this some kind of set up?
I turned to face the girl; she looked about 17, tall and muscular with long black hair. She took a step towards me, a sly smirk touching her lips.
"Listen, if you're trying to rob me, I don't have any money." I said, my hand hovering over my seraph blade as I backed up.
"Oh, we don't want your money." The girl smiled as she took another step towards me, sparing a glance to the boy who gave her a quick nod. She lunged forward with surprising speed, I narrowly dodged her and took another step back. I fumbled for my seraph blade as she made another lunge, the boy following after us into an empty lot. I finally grasped the handle of my blade and pulled it out.
"Cassiel." I murmured to the blunt handle, a glowing blue blade shot out, slim and deadly. I gripped the handle a little tighter, extending it outwards towards the girl. Her eyes widened momentarily before she stepped back.
"Whaddaya know," the girl grinned, "Looks like this Meta has a few tricks up her sleeves. Well I have a few tricks of my own." She stated as we circled each other. Meta? What was that supposed to mean?
I didn't reply, I only waited for what she would do next. We stared at each other for a moment; an uneasy feeling came over me as she took another step forward, her gaze intensifying. Suddenly, her eyes began to glow a fiery red. Before I could even react to her sudden change in appearance a searing pain shot through my body.
I fell to my knees, clutching my head, everything hurt, but my head hurt the most. I gasped for air but it seemed like no matter how hard I tried I couldn't take a breath. I tried to stagger to my feet, only to fall again on my back, it felt like I was freezing and on fire all at the same time. As if my insides were exploding and knives were being stabbed into my brain. I tried to keep my eyes opened, focused on the girl as she watched me with a smug expression.
I groaned, turning over, wondering how much more of this I'd be able to take. "H-help…" I managed to gurgle out quietly, knowing that my cry of distress would be lost in a sea of others, never to be heard.
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Laina Stewart
Laina stood over the squirming girl, mild satisfaction dawning on her face. "That wasn't too hard." She said, glancing over to her younger brother still while focusing her powers on the girl. It wouldn't be long until she passed out, hopefully.
"That girl was such a snob, she had that snob look." Chance said crossing his arms over his thin frame.
"Well, we'll take care of her soon." She said, ruffling her brothers mousy brown hair before turning back to watch the girl again.
"Whoa…" He breathed beside her, turning his head to look up at something. Laina followed his gaze and spotted a figure approaching them from the roof tops. She squinted trying to make out who it was, she could see a long cape flowing behind the figure. Hero…. She thought, clenching her fists as the figure jumped down and into the lot.
She kicked the girl lying on the ground aside, the girl merely groaned, turning over. Laina took a step towards the hero as he made his way over, stepping into a street light. She recognized him immediately. Robin.
"Boss said only Metas." Her bother reminded her in a whisper, "After what happened last night, he doesn't want another mix up."
Laina nodded quickly, "I know." She replied before facing the boy wonder again, "So you gonna stand there, or are you gonna fight me?" She asked loudly.
The boy looked up, meeting her eyes with unease. "I saw what you did to her earlier." He said, motioning to the moaning girl on the pavement. The girl's eyes fluttered open and she looked helplessly at Robin.
"Please…Help…" She whispered hoarsely. Even though Laina wasn't hurting her anymore, she had left some damage that would need some resting to heal.
"All we want is the girl," Laina said, tossing back her hair and cocking her hips to the side, "I know it's unlike you heroes, but if you just scram there'll be no harm done." She leaned forward, "It'll be our little secret." She whispered.
Robin snorted, "As if, don't even think for a minute that I'm gonna let you get away."
Laina shrugged, "Have it your way." She propelled herself forward for a roundhouse kick, but he was faster, Robin grabbed her leg and twisted it backwards with ease. She fell to the pavement with a growl.
She scrambled to her feet and lunged at him again, he quickly dodged to the side, grabbing her arm and throwing her backwards.
"Sis?" Chance said running over to her, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" She waved him off, getting to her feet again, "Just grab the girl and take her to the van, I'll meet you there in a few." She whispered to him before making a run for Robin.
"You're an alright fighter." He said, easily dodging another one of her punched, "But you lack finesse."
"I'll show you finesse," She grumbled throwing a rapid fury of kicks and punches. She could already feel herself growing weak.
"Out of breathe already?" Robin grinned, bringing her to her knees again.
She sighed heavily, looking over her shoulder to see her brother trying to drag the girl out to the street. Damn. Robin followed her gaze and whipped out some contraption from his belt. He threw it at Chance before she had a chance to yell a warning. Her brother fell to the ground wrapped in some sort of rope.
"Chance!" She yelled, staggering to her feet and running over to her brother. His frail body was probably bruised by the fall, she turned to glare at Robin who was moving closer again, "Go away!" She said furiously trying to untie her brother.
"Not until you tell me what you were going to do with that girl over there." He said nodding over to the girls sill frame.
"Chance, can you get us out of here?" Laina asked hopefully, she knew she shouldn't be asking her brother to use his powers it would only make him weaker, but it seemed like the only escape.
"Y-yeah." He nodded slowly, shutting his eyes tight. Laina held him securely, closing her own eyes as they were swallowed by a bright light and teleported away and back to HQ.
"I'm very disappointed…" A gruff voice greeted them shortly after.
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Dick Grayson/Wayne
Nananananananananana ROBIN!
Robin ran over to the lifeless body of Crimson Angel, cursing himself for letting the two get away. Oh well, other things to worry about right now. He checked the girls pulse, still alive, thank god.
He looked around the empty lot, wondering what thugs were lurking nearby. Okay, not the best place to treat this girl right now. He shook her shoulder, hoping she would wake up, but no. She was out cold.
He scooped her up, carrying her bridal style. She was pretty heavy since she was almost the same height as him, but Robin was strong so it wasn't too much of a burden. Crimson groaned quietly, rolling her head against his chest.
"Are you waking up?" He asked, looking down at her.
Crimson's eyes slowly opened, blinking rapidly when she saw Robin's face, "I-uh, why are you carrying me?" She asked softly.
"You were out cold. I was going to take you to the hospital." Or something. Robin wasn't sure exactly what had happened to her, only that she had been taken out by a simple look from the other girl.
"I'm feeling better now." Crimson said, shifting in his grasp.
Robin nodded, still looking down at her.
"You can let me down now." She stated with an icy smile.
"Oh, right." Robin quickly set her down, wondering what had gotten into him. I need to stop getting so distracted.
Crimson staggered a bit, but regained her footing after a few moments. "Thanks for helping me out," she said, rubbing the side of her arm, "do you know who those kids were?"
Robin shrugged, shaking his head. "No idea, I would like to know why they were trying to kidnap you though." Robin did want to know, not only because he sensed the kids were working for someone a bit more dangerous, but also to see if it would help him figure out exactly who she was. He hadn't had much luck finding out her actual identity on the bat computer. Then again, he only knew her alias and a general description of her appearance.
This was his chance though; maybe later he could follow her back to her home and figure out who she really was. Where she had learned moves like that and where she had gotten a-
"Is this yours?" Robin asked in surprise, bending down to pick up a glowing sword. There were runes engraved on the razor sharp blade, runes that looked rather familiar, the sword itself looked familiar it reminded him of a sword Paige had…He snapped his attention to Crimson, studying her face for a moment.
No…It couldn't be her. It isn't, he quickly reminded himself, she probably thinks she's too good for this stuff. Besides, Crimson looked way too different, her eyes were a much brighter blue and her hair was dyed; he doubted Paige would do something like that.
"Uh, yeah." Crimson hurriedly grabbed the sword and murmured something under her breath making the blade disappear.
Robin decided not to question it, he had seen stranger things. Right, back on topic now, Rob. "Paige, you should really reconsider-"
Crimsons eye's widened and her face paled, "My name isn't Paige…" She quickly stuttered out, looking away to hide her expression.
"I'm sorry," Robin quickly apologized, wondering what had led him into saying that, "You just remind me of somebody that I used to know (Somebodeeeh that I used to know, NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW!)." He paused, trying to remember what he was saying, "You should reconsider this whole Hero thing. Maybe you should train more…It's not for everyone."
"I can take care of myself just fine," She said defensively, "and I've trained plenty." Her expression clearly read 'what-do-you-know?' "You don't know me Robin…I can do this, I need to do this." She stated a tad dramatically.
She was stubborn, he could tell already, but most aspiring teen heroes were. "I'd like to know you," he said with a lopsided grin, she wasn't going to give up this fight, at least not yet. He couldn't blame her, who would listen to some guy she's only known for a day? Still, he didn't want to lure some innocent kid into a dangerous life that they've idolized. Then again, Crimson didn't seem like some innocent kid. "How about this, I'll teach you a few tricks sometime."
She snorted, "That'd be great, but I don't exactly know how to contact you."
"Don't worry; I'm sure we'll meet again…Soon." He smiled, "Do me a favor, just go home for the night; I'm sure you're pretty drained from that beating you took."
"Hey, she was totally cheating" Crimson said, crossing her arms.
Robin laughed at that, "Sure, but seriously. Go home and get some rest."
Crimson sighed, rolling her eyes, "Huh, fine."
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Paige "Sander"
Crimson Angel
I walked home with a grin on my face the entire time. Another encounter with Robin, my heart was fluttering at the thought. I focused on the good part of the night; I wasn't exactly ready to relieve that painful experience with the girl. I shuddered at the thought, I'd taken some pretty hard beatings before, but I have never experienced that much pain in my life.
I shook off the thought as I grabbed my red coat, wrapping it around myself I hurried up the stairs. The door was locked this time, and I knew Mason wasn't home since he had told me this morning he was going clubbing. Thankfully I had a key in my red coat this time. I let myself in and hurried into my room, replaying the warmth I felt when Dick was carrying me, and the concern he had showed me…
I grinned helplessly as I held back a squeal. I slipped off my coat and folded it, opening a drawer to my dresser and putting it inside. My hand brushed against a familiar soft fabric, I looked at what I had just touched and felt my heart clench.
It was my Gotham Academy uniform; I pulled it out, laying it across my bed and gazing at it with mixed emotions. I felt sad and nostalgic at the same time. It reminded me of working with the team, and working for the clave…Being with my family…Being friends with Dick…I sighed, collapsing on my bed and staring at the ceiling.
If only I had done something differently. I had left my family and life as a shadowhunter behind anyways, all that courage I had built up to break it off with the Young Justice had been for nothing. It could've been me at that coffee shop with Dick instead of that other girl, I could still be on good terms with the rest of Young Justice, I could…We could…
URGH! I buried my face into a pillow, shutting my eyes wanting nothing more than to just sleep away the memories and stressful thoughts. But I couldn't, my brain was still wide awake, thinking about everything and nothing. Then there was that stupid tapping sound at my window, and the neighbors, the city sounds and…Wait tapping?
I sat up and approached the large window to see a dark figure crouching in front of it. I sucked in a breath and pulled up the glass. "Who are you?" I hissed already gripping the handle of my knife.
"Relax, it's just me!" Robin said cheerfully from the other side.
I squinted at him as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. What was he doing here? Had he followed me home? I thanked the angel that Mason wasn't home, and that I was still in costume. I stepped back letting him come in. I right away saw my uniform which sat alarming obvious on my bed, I hurried over and pushed it off the other side before Robin could see.
"What are you doing here?" I asked without turning around.
"I just wanted to make sure you got home safely." Uh-huh…
I narrowed my eyes, turning to look at him and crossed my arms, "So how is this fair? You know where I live, but I don't know where you live."
"Well," Robin said with a lopsided smirk, "I'm not fair." I watched as his eyes swept my small room. The walls were painted a dark blue and were bare aside from the few paintings Mason had hung up for decoration. A dresser sat across from my bed with several photo frames face down on top of it. A wall mirror was tacked up beside it with a reading chair in the corner.
"I'm not an interior decorator, okay," I grumbled, sitting on the edge of my bed, "don't judge me…"
"No…It's nice," Robin said, slowly circling the room, he approached my dresser and reached for one of the photo frames.
I jumped to my feet faster than I thought possible, "No!" I yelped racing over and grabbing his hand, "I-uh, those are just…Personal. Besides, I can't let you know my identity." Wow, nice save.
Robin blinked at me, I knew very well he could have easily dodged my grab, but he didn't. He smiled wryly and nodded, "I understand." He looked pointedly down, I was still holding his hand. A year ago, I would have quickly pulled away and looked down blushing. I wasn't who I was a year ago though, so I didn't let go.
Robin was warm, it was if the cold never affected him. I felt him wrap his fingers around my hand too as I looked up to meet his eyes. I remembered a time similar to this, one that happened a while ago though it still made my heart race.
I realized we were mere inches apart, though I didn't remember being this close before, one of must've moved. Robin leaned forward and I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips as he ducked his head slightly. My lips parted in a half hearted protest, since in reality Robin and Crimson Angel had only known each other for two days. Dick didn't know who I really was, so it was a bit…Sudden.
Robin drew back, quickly stepping away. He cleared his throat, looking a bit flustered as he silently regained his composure. "I'm sorry, you just keep reminding me of someone..." He said meeting my eyes with an expression that read, 'Was this what I wanted?'
His face became all business and he turned away to look out my window. I blushed furiously, retreating to a darkened corner of the room. What was I thinking? I'm NOT thinking…That's the problem. "Ahaha," I laughed nervously, "Let's just forget, uh, that happened."
I could see Robin nodding and let out a small sigh of relief. "Okay, good." I said trying to force cheerfulness into my voice, "Where were we…Oh yeah, you followed me home and know where I live…I'm not sure I'm okay with this…"
Robin turned to face me again and smiled crookedly, "I was just making sure you'd get back safe." He repeated, though I knew that wasn't the real reason. This gave him an advantage if I went rogue, and he could try and find out my real identity. I laughed quietly to myself at that, since my "real" identity wasn't my real identity. And it got even more complicated from there. Mason had done a lot of explaining, since I really didn't know much about my "real" identity when I was a shadowhunter either. Long story short, it's hella confusing, and I just let Mason deal with it.
But, most importantly, Robin wasn't going to find anything even with the tools of the world's greatest detective.
"Yeah, yeah…Well, get out. I need to get some sleep." I said, dismissing him with a wave as I still tried to cover my embarrassment.
"See you around, Crimson." He nodded, ducking out the window and propelling himself forward off the railing.
I sighed, picking up my Gotham Academy uniform and stuffing it into the very back of a drawer before finally crawling into bed.
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Mason didn't wake me up the next morning, so when I turned to stare at the electric clock beside my bed it read 10:30. I yawned, stretching my arms above my head. I didn't want to spend all morning in bed, nor did I want to spend it getting ready. So I freshened up, threw on some clothes, and hit the street with the intention of going to the library nearby.
The year I hadn't been doing anything started out new and exciting, I would accompany Mason to the different schools he would go to, acting as his sister, and we would have fun just living a "normal" life. But, I wasn't exactly a people person, so I didn't have as much fun as Mason did and eventually quit the charades. Most of the time I would stay in my room and stare out the window, wondering if I had made the right choice, if leaving was a good idea.
Still, with school and home schooling out of my life I needed some way to educate myself, so I started going to the library to read. At first all I would read were young adult paranormal romance novels, which I knew weren't exactly the same thing as reading a history book, but I needed some comfort so it was time well spent.
Then I finally did move on to history, but I read the history of heroes. There were plenty of books on the topic, strangely enough it reminded me a bit of the history books on Shadowhunters, except there weren't any set rules like the Codex. I'd leafed through them a bit before really getting into them and that's when the idea hit me. I'd become a hero.
Of course, I'd have to get back into shape, train myself, familiarize myself with the cities crime and streets. I really haven't mastered any of those yet, but I'm getting there.
Today I just wanted to get out, so I made my way down the street towards the library. The one I went to was in a risky location, it was in a busier part of town, but it was also near some downworlder hangouts, I was always paranoid I would see someone I knew, or maybe another shadowhunter.
I knew that the clave had sent out a couple shadowhunters to look for me along with my parents, they couldn't send out a missing persons report since…Well, us shadowhunters are basically on our own. I could only imagine how furious my father was when he found out that I had actually left. He was probably screaming about how this was going to bring down his reputation.
I smiled at that, but I still felt a prickle of coldness knowing that they hadn't searched long before giving up…It hurt knowing I could be so easily forgotten, but that was the shadowhunter life style, people die, people disappear, people betray each other and there isn't anything to stop that from happening.
But, I suppose it's better than not knowing what had happened back home. It's better than having the curiosity eat at me day after day. I was thankful that I could put so much trust in Isabelle to make sure she wouldn't blow my cover. She even kept me informed on everything that happened over the year I left, which was a lot, but I won't get into that.
I quickly mounted the steps and into the large library. I loved this place, it reminded me of home, the long hours I spent in the institute library getting tutored by my mother and brother, and the times I would retreat there to hide from my father.
I shuddered at that thought and ducked behind a tall book case, I wasn't really in the mood for reading, but I liked the atmosphere. I could think here. I found a quiet corner and nestled into one of the many overstuffed chairs scattered around the room.
I stared at the many shelves full of books that surrounded me and noticed something odd. It seemed like books were disappearing and reappearing in various places, and I kept feeling small gusts of wind. I saw a flash of color in the corner of my eye, but when I turned there was nothing there.
It was a speedster or a ghost, I preferred the first one.
"Wally?" I asked quietly into the air, feeling a bit silly since there was no one around.
I could hear some form of zooming before a young boy appeared in front of me. He had a mess of dark auburn hair and bright gold-ish eyes. "I'm afraid you guessed wrong!" He said cheerfully with a grin that reminded me of the red-headed speedster, "You know Wally, huh? Who are you?"
"Um, who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows, was he associated with Young Justice as well?
"Bart Allen!" The boy then widened his eyes with slight shock at what he had said, "Well I guess it's okay to tell you that, since you are friends with Wally right?" He asked, worry dripping from his voice.
"You could say that…" I replied before quickly adding: "You can trust me to keep your secret, whoever you are…" I meant who he was in the hero realm of course, since that was most likely what he was worrying about.
"Oh thank god," Bart ran a hand through his hair and grinned wider, "Hey you didn't answer my question, who are you?"
I paused, if I said Paige…Robin might somehow figure out I was Crimson, then again Barbara and Wally had already seen me…But if I lied, and Bart went to ask Wally about me…I would just raise suspicions even more. "…Isabelle, my names Isabelle." I stuttered, hoping that Wally would get it if Bart told him.
"So you're a hero too then?" Bart asked, taking a seat next to me.
"Something like it." I said, pulling my hood over my head to cover my hair. "You too?"
"Well, my mom sent me back here from the future, so I could learn how to be a real hero from Flash...I guess I wasn't very responsible back home, at least she didn't think so." Bart said with an eye roll, "but it isn't so bad. Flash and Wally don't really think I'm that responsible…I overheard them talking about me earlier…" His expression darkened, "they said I wasn't ready that maybe I don't have what it takes, but I'm here learning more about everything! So I can prove them wrong! Super speed means super learning, after all." Bart widened his eyes again, "Oh crap, I probably shouldn't have told you that either. Maybe they are right." He muttered the last part to himself, but I still caught it.
I felt an overwhelming surge of empathy, I was a tad taken back by how easily he had spilled everything (and how quickly he could talk) but I understood what he was going through. I didn't know how to help, since how I dealt with it wasn't really the right answer for his situation (or maybe any situation for that matter). I patted his shoulder awkwardly, "I'm sure it will all work out in the end…" Worst advice ever…Thank you captain socially-inept.
Bart's gaze was down cast for a long moment, "I better get back to work, I guess I'll see you around sometime?" He smiled cheerfully, though it looked a bit forced, he sped down another aisle before I had the chance to reply.
"Perhaps…" I said after him, sticking my hands into my coat pockets and taking my leave.
Mega annoying author's note(readers beware!):
So, once again I am so very sorry for the late update! I will try much harder next time!
Robin: Shame on you, seriously!
SHUT UP ROBIN! :|
Wally: Oh snap girl, you did not just tell Robin to shut up! Oh no she di'in't *Sassy head shake*
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ANYWAYS
Thank you to all my lovely readers and reviewers, please keep doing what you do and REVIEW:D Feedback encourages me, I swear.
I added Bart because he is my favorite character in the Teen Titans comics (besides Tim of course!) and I just decided to make him be the Teen Titans Bart with the relatively same back-story and issues!:D (Can't be exactly the same since Wally is KF :/) Thoughts on bringing in the female speedy? Or Solstice? Leave a comment, let me now (RWJ moment or Sxephil…? I CAN'T THINK TODAY) Anyways, I love your faces…NOPE NOT GOING THERE
-Can't focus-
Anyways, thank you for reading! Hope to see you soon! Please Review! And I LOVE YOU ALL!:D
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Except for you Slade, nobody likes you….Just, just leave.
Deathstroke: Okay… :(
And does anyone else think Deathstroke is kind of…Um…A weird name because well…Ah nevermind…
Wally: *Whispers* It sounds sexual!
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I am…So long run…Okay bye now for real!