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Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

I waited in the shadows of the arcade half an hour early. I was dressed as Crimson Angel and walking around in plain view would probably raise a little suspicion. I watched the streets with keen alertness. Snapping my attention to anything that made sudden movements. I knew I was being silly. He might not even come. Still, I couldn't help feeling excitement course my veins as I clung on to hope that he would.

6:40

The minutes ticked past with nothing interesting happening besides two 11 year olds getting into a heated argument about Orcs outside of the Arcade. Admittedly, it was pretty entertaining until one of their mothers came to break it up.

6:58

Nothing. He hadn't showed yet. He isn't coming, you have no one. Maybe I should have gone out with Colin; at least I would have wasted my time on someone who cared. Or at least acted like they did. I couldn't jump to conclusions yet though. He was a hero, maybe he was busy. It wasn't even 7 yet.

7:02

Be patient. I needed to be patient. I sighed, pacing the small area I was occupying. He'll come, he's curious about me. He did follow me home. He'll come. "Please." I whispered.

"Interesting meeting place."

I turned slowly, my heart leaping with excitement. "What took you so-"I froze. My mood quickly fell, as did my cheeky grin. Confusion absorbed me, a sick feeling started to twist in the pit of my stomach. Except, it wasn't nerves or butterflies. It was the something else. The gut feeling that screamed wrong. "What," I breathed, looking him over with disbelief. Looking Colin over.

He didn't look overly threatening, dressed in a casual hoodie, beanie, and jeans. Yet, the expression on his face was different. His persona had changed. It was cold and observing, his eyes narrowed slightly in thought. The look was quickly wiped away into a careless impassive one. "Interesting meeting place for costumes like you, I assume you are in fact waiting for someone." He slowly circled me, watching.

I tried to speak but found I had lost my voice. How had he found me? It took me a moment to realize I was in costume, he didn't know I was Paige….Or at least I hoped not. "I don't think it's any of your business, kid."

He snorted at that, "I think I'm older than you." He replied in a polite tone. He stopped in front of me, his hands in his pockets. "Who're you meeting?"

My hand hovered above my seraph blade; I glanced over his shoulder to see if there were any possible escape routes. "I…Don't think that's any business of yours." I'm stuck.

Colin laughed, one devoid of any amusement. "Oh, but it is. It's my job." He frowned, waiting for my response.

I hardened my stare, "Who are you?" I snapped, "What do you want?"

Colin's lips twitched upwards as if he was about to smile and decided not to. He opened his mouth then paused, turning away. "Just come with me, nice and willing." He glanced over his shoulder and smiled sweetly. A glimpse of what he was at the coffee shop. "I swear I won't hurt you."

"Come with you where?" My hand gripped the handle of my blade. I took a step towards him, awaiting his reply.

"It's a nice place," Colin extended a hand, luring me to take it; "Boss is really interested in you. You might even become one of his favorites."

Boss? That's what the girl had been babbling about the other night; in fact the thugs from a few days ago were talking about that too. Of course, it was ridiculous to assume they were all referring to the same person since many street rats had leaders they answered to. Still…3 out of 3 trying to kidnap kids with 'abilities', it couldn't just be coincidence. "You're with that girl aren't you?" I whispered, almost to myself, "What are you talking about?"

Colin grinned, gliding over and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Now let me tell you about the good life," he said smoothly, beginning to lead me out of the alley, "just come with me, and you'll hear all about it. We have a million kinds of fun."

I halted, shrugging his arm off and pulling out my blade. "I think I'll pass."

Colin laughed, "Are you going to try and fend me off with a sword handle?" He asked, shrugging of his jacket to reveal thin cords of muscle and black markings swirling around his arms. No, but they weren't just any markings they were runes…Shadowhunter runes. He had the marks of a...No, he couldn't be. He wasn't.

I stared, my mind spiraling out of control with thoughts. Had the Clave sent someone out to get me? Was that it? No, they gave up months ago. Nobody cares. Nobody wants you. You have nobody. No no no no no no! "It can't be." I took a step back, shaking. I dropped my seraph blade without activating it. "Who are you? Who are you working for?"

Colin, for a split second, looked uncertain. The expression quickly vanished and he stepped towards me, "I'll tell you, just come with me." He bent down to pick up my seraph blade, sliding it into his belt. "It's alright. I won't hurt you as long as you behave."

I shook my head. Regretting the stupid decision to drop my weapon. "I won't go back!" I screamed, taking in a wheezy sort of half breathe. I pressed myself against the wall of the Arcade, "I left for a reason! Why is the Clave sending people after me anyways?! After all this time!" I sobbed. "Nobody cares about me in that world! Not anymore."

Now it was Colin's turn to look shocked. "Clave? How did you-"

Bam! In the blink of an eye a figure pounced onto Colin from above. Knocking him to the ground with a solid thump. "Sorry I'm late," Robin said slightly strained. He looked up, flashing me a confident grin before looking down at Colin who was slowly standing up.

Colin looked at Robin with contempt, "Oh not you." He sneered, taking a step backwards. Blood dripped from his mouth. He glanced at me with mixed emotions I couldn't quite read. "I'm coming back for you, Crimson." He turned away and jumped, disappearing into a small cloud of smoke that slowly dissipated into nothing.

I stood very still for several minutes staring at where he had once stood with wide eyes. I tried to regain my composure; I didn't want to look like a complete idiot in front of him. "H-he took my sword." I managed to choke out.

Robin was watching me a puzzled expression from a few feet away, "You can get a new one."

"No, not one like that." I replied already feeling empty without it. It had been my first blade, and though I had cut myself off from my ties with the Shadowhunter world, some bonds just couldn't be broken.

"Who was that guy?" He asked after watching me catch my breath, "What did he want with you?"

"Funny, I was just asking him that. He didn't really want to answer, though." I shook my head, laughing despite myself, "how could I have been so stupid. It was so obvious." I paced the alley. Switching between tears and laughter. "Oh this is beautiful, gorgeous. How could I have been so dense!" I punched the stone wall next to me so hard my hand drew blood, it was throbbing but I didn't care. "The answer was in front of me the whole time!"

"What was?" Robin looked concerned, not for me, for my sanity. "Crimson, are you alright? You're scaring me."

I stopped, realizing I was still in the company of boy wonder. "Sorry, I…Forgot you were here for a second. It's…It's nothing." I said quickly, fumbling over my words. I couldn't reiterate everything that I had figured out, this whole Shadowhunter business. Because he would know…Know about everything. "I thought I needed your help with something but, I don't think I do. I've figured it out."

"Figured what out?" Robin pushed; he took a step towards me. His blue eyes darkening with some unreadable emotion. "Tell me what's going on." He narrowed his eyes, taking another step towards me with cold determination, "What was it you needed help with?"

I bit my lip meekly. Glancing around, this wasn't a situation I could easily escape. My mind was still wild with nerves and emotion, I could barely stand much less think straight. "Last night… The girl, you know how she was trying to kidnap me?" Robin nodded. "Well, I think that guy was too…I think they're working for the same person." The Clave.

The Clave…The girl from last night was no shadowhunter. She had powers. And so did Colin…Yet he bore the marks of a Shadowhunter, he could not be one…He just happened to have tattoos that looked similar to runes? That would be the only explanation. Then there was a boy, he was easier on the eyes, older too maybe 18. He looked kind of scene though, with the hair and the tattoo. Very yummy. Mason's words echoed in my mind. Colin. The people who broke in and attacked Mason. Mason would have recognized Nephilim, he would have said. This had nothing to do with the Clave, it was something else entirely then. It was something more.

"No." I whispered, dropping to my knees. This meant I had no idea what was ahead of me, my life was really in danger. I had no safe-haven like the institute. My most prized weapon and only token of home was with a stranger and worst of all I was having this whole breakdown in front of possibly the only person who could help me.

"Crimson." Robin was kneeling down next to me, his hand resting on my shoulder. "What's wrong? You need to talk to me, please." He pleaded, searching my face for any sign that I was still zoned into reality.

My attention snapped to him and I blinked back tears. I wasn't who I wanted to be. I was still a coward. I'll never be anyone, I couldn't be a shadowhunter. I can't be a hero. I'm nothing. "I'm so stupid." I said aloud, "thinking I could do something like this. It hasn't been two months and already I'm heaving a mental breakdown over some silly threat that might not even be worth my time."

I sniffled, trying to stop from shaking. "I don't have what it takes to be like you," I said softly, looking over at Robin, confusion still clearly written on his face. I sighed, "It looks a lot easier on TV."

Robin processed what I was saying then stood up. Gently grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back to my feet, "Up you go." He murmured, brushing back my hair. "Listen, I still don't really know what's going on…Just, stop doubting yourself." He said firmly, looking me directly in the eyes.

He ran a hand through his raven hair and laughed slightly. "This sounds corny but, I can tell…I can tell you have doubts because I know that feeling, the look you have in your eyes. I've seen it in myself countless times; I've seen it in everyone on the team, Young Justice." He clarified quickly, "and it gets you nowhere." He clenched his jaw tightly.

Then Robin smiled weakly; it was a thin ray of sunlight in my currently muddled life. I found myself smiling back. "I wouldn't be giving this spiel to just anyone. You don't seem like the rest of them. The wannabes. You have what it takes; at least I believe you do. What really matters here is that you believe in yourself." He stepped back, "Listen Crimson, I'm willing to help you with whatever's going on. Just talk to me."

My deflated self seemed to spring to life again with his words. Robin was right. I blinked back the tears I hadn't realized were forming and cleared my throat. "A-alright. What I was saying earlier…The people, kidnapping, yeah. They broke into my apartment and tied up my roommate."

"You have a roommate?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he's aware of the... Situation at hand." I said, trying to clarify whatever had gotten him suspicious. "Anyways, they're after me. I don't know why. I don't know who they're working for. I thought I did, but…I was wrong."

"He." Robin repeated, it almost sounded like there was jealousy creeping into his tone. He shook his head and my thoughts faded, "Sounds like you're in quite a predicament."

"Yes." I answered, clenching my fists tightly. "Tell me you know what to do, because I don't." I didn't bother trying to hide the despair in my voice.

Robin stared at me with a blank expression for several moments, "…Yes." He said almost quizzically. "I'll help you." He murmured, turning around, muttering to himself and tapping away at some screen on his wrist.

"Robin?" I said softly, leaning to look over his shoulder, "now you're scaring me."

"Don't give up just yet, Crimson. I'll help you." He repeated, turning around with a new found energy. He grabbed his grappling gun out of his belt and aimed it at the ledge above us. "You can count on me, I promise." He fired and began speeding up the length of the building.

"Wait!" I called up frantically, "Where are you going? How do we keep in contact?" Please don't leave me!

Robin grinned down at me. It was a wicked grin from a boy with a plan, "I'll find you Crimson, and don't worry," he had nearly disappeared into the night sky, "I'll help you!"

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Help! As if, you've left me with more questions than answers like…When will I see you again with this so called fucking help! I kicked a stray can angrily down the pavement as I made my way home through Crime Alley. I was feeling risky tonight, so why not flirt with death?

"Someone's in a bit of a mood." A cool voice purred from the shadows. It was smooth and female; a girl soon followed the phrase. One I recognized in an instant. Batgirl? By the Angel…

"So I am, is that a problem?" I replied with a frown. What was I doing? Sassing the princess of the Bat family? Just kill me.

Batgirl didn't take it personally, her lip turned upwards in a smile. "I can see why Rob likes you; you're Crimson Angel, right?"

So I'm getting a little famous. "The one and only." I replied, dropping a mock curtsy.

"You seem a little upset; an encounter with Robin tends to have that effect." Batgirl laughed, tossing back her long dark red hair. I wondered how she knew about my meeting with Robin, but I doubted many things went on in the Bat family without everyone else's knowledge. Batgirl then paused, taking a step towards me with narrowed eyes. She lifted a few strands of my hair with interest, "I like your hair," she said, "your dye job looks so familiar." Her eyes flickered on mine for a second before she shook her head.

"Um, thanks." I replied taking a few steps backwards. What was up with her?

Batgirl turned around, glancing at me over her shoulder. "Catch you around," she said, murmuring something that sounded like Paige afterwards. Before I could question it she vanished into another alley.

I probably had just misheard her, she couldn't possibly know… It was just nerves playing tricks on me. Just nerves. I shook it off (or at least attempted to) and continued walking home. I really needed an Angel-mobile or something.

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Dick Grayson

Night-I mean Robin

Oh this was brilliant. Finally something interesting was happening, something new, a case he could crack. He was giddy with excitement; he could finally show the rest of the team the great gem he had found. He could introduce them to Crimson; maybe he could even introduce her to Batman if the time was right. She could join the team!

Don't get ahead of yourself; you don't even know her yet. Which was true, it had been less than a week, still Robin felt as if he knew her from somewhere else. Sometime long ago, or maybe not quiet so long ago.

Once he knew a little more about her, like where she had learned to fight the way she did. Who she really was. Then she could join the team! If Batman approved of course.

Brief worry crossed his mind. Would she be alright getting home? What if the kids who attacked her came back to the apartment? He was sure she would take precautions. She'll be fine; she seems like the type who can take care of herself. Right. He sighed, shaking himself awake as he mounted his motorcycle and began making his way home.

Home. Wayne Manor. Bruce would probably still be out, taking care of business as Batman usually did. Babs wouldn't be there, when she was done with her rounds she'd probably go back home to an empty apartment on 359 Murphy Lane. Commissioner Gordon wouldn't be home until late, he was working on an important case. Barbara had been telling him about it, but to his shame he had spaced out, his mind elsewhere thinking about when he would meet Crimson.

Their meeting did not disappoint either. The feeling of concern continued to nag at him, even after his little pep talk Crimson didn't seem that alright. She was on a mad rambling for half the time then on her knees sobbing. I should have taken her home.

He remember a fragment of her conversation with the boy who was trying to take her. He had caught only one word. Clave. One word, so many memories. He knew that word, he was familiar with it. It brought back harsh memories. He didn't like that word. But he had to have heard them wrong. There was no way they were…Shadowhunters.

No, it was impossible.

Wayne Manor soon came to view. Robin went to park the motorcycle in the Batcave and went inside the house.

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Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

Two days. It had been two days since Robin had promised to help me. Two agonizing days of pacing the apartment, not willing to leave with the slight chance that he would drop by for a visit. Except he didn't. Not once in the past two days. Not even to say he hadn't given up on me.

On the bright side, Mason hadn't been kidnapped by Colin or the girl. In fact there had been no sign of either of them. And no calls or texts from Colin (which was smart since I would have screamed at him.)

Evening slowly approached. I sat in the living room, watching the city through the window. Pink and orange marbled the sky where the sun set before all the light was consumed by inky black. I sighed, standing up. Almost three days now. Maybe I should stop relying on Robin, and go out and do some investigating myself. Or maybe the baddies had given up; maybe the problem wasn't a problem anymore. Yeah, that'd be a miracle. I don't think I have that type of luck.

I retreated to my room, knowing Mason was having a party soon. I could already hear the clatter in the kitchen as he prepared. Most of it would be on the roof, he had hired workers to set up. They were Downworlders of course; the whole party would be crawling with Downworlders. I wasn't really interested.

I locked the door behind me and went to the fire escape. I didn't want to be home tonight. I was tired of being cooped up in the apartment. I wanted to go out without being tied to responsibilities. I just wanted to prowl the night as a civilian. I stuffed my mask into my back pocket and after debating myself, threw the window open and climbed down the fire escape.

I jumped onto the pavement and wandered down a busy street. The street lamps began to flicker to life and I turned around to walk down a different street, trying to keep in sight of my apartment building just in case.

"Pssst."

I looked around, was that directed towards me?

"Pssst! Hey you, red hair." I searched for the source of the voice and spotted a girl who looked oddly familiar. She was dressed like a magician, he hair was dark and wavy, her eyes bright blue. "Come over here."

Wait, that's the girl from the coffee shop, the one with Robin… I turned away for a moment, wondering if she had gotten a good look of me. Better safe than sorry. I put on my mask and spun to face her again. "Yes?" I asked, slowly approaching her.

"Are you Crimson Angel?" She asked, eyeing me up and down. I nodded. She smiled, "Good, Robin told us to get you. He said you lived around here. I've been…Monitoring your apartment for about 20 minutes waiting for you to leave." She explained quickly, motioning for me to follow her somewhere down a lesser populated street. "Didn't want to burst into your home as a total stranger."

"Well, thanks I guess." I said, looking around wondering where she was taking me. "Where exactly are we going, and who are you?"

"I forgot to introduce myself? Silly me," She spun around and extended her hand, "Zatanna Zatara, at your service."

I shook her hand, her name sparking slight recognition. "I've heard of your father…"

She rolled her eyes and continued walking, "Hasn't everyone?" She paused, as if having a mental conversation with herself. "Here we are! Please don't be alarmed, it's perfectly safe to ride."

I looked over to where she was gesturing to see a large space craft of some sort come into view. It appeared out of nowhere, like an invisibility cloak had slowly pulled off it.

"I've seen worse." I replied stiffly. I followed Zatanna inside. The interior was nice, spacious. Inside Miss Martian sat in the center, controlling the ship.

"Hi!" The alien greeted cheerfully, "Welcome to the bioship."

I nodded a hello, still taking in the ship. I had seen the vessel before. In person, and on the news, but I had never been inside of it. No, I have…Once, a while ago. I shook off the memory and refocused into reality.

"Take a seat," Zatanna motioned towards a chair behind her. "We're taking you to Mount Justice."

Robin is pulling through. Finally. I sat down, barely blinking as I was mysteriously

strapped in. The ship took off; we were in the air quicker than you could say supercalifragilisticexpialid ocious. After a few minutes of awkward silence (or at least awkward on my side), I decided to voice my questions.

"So…What's going on?" I asked, glancing over at Miss M.

"Robin wants you to meet the team." Miss Martian said with a reassuring smile, "don't worry, they're all really nice."

I know they are, I thought bitterly. "Why? Why does he want me to meet them?" That was all fine and dandy, but I didn't see how it would help me in my current situation.

Miss Martian smirked, looking straight ahead as she focused on steering the ship. "You'll see."

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Twenty minutes later I found myself inside Young Justice Headquarters, surrounded by cave walls and super computers. This was new.

I slowly spun around, taking it all in. This was something straight out of a sci-fi movie, except this was real. The world of Shadowhunters was built up on ancient rules, a long history, and a little bit of magic. Well, not magic, more of a holy presence. Nevertheless, this was different, it was technology and freedom. At least, more freedom than I had as a shadowhunter.

I wished I could've changed into something more professional. I was in civilian clothes. Jeans and a sweatshirt with my mask haphazardly put on. I attempted to smooth back my hair as I waited for whatever was about to happen with Miss M.

"We need to wait just a little longer," She explained, "I don't know what's taking him so long…I'm Miss Martian by the way."

I gave her a strained smile, "I know." I crossed my arms, anxious to see what was going on. "I'm Crimson Angel."

"I know." Miss Martian giggled. Her gaze snapped away from mine to a passage behind me. She quickly straightened up, her expression sobering. "Robin."

I turned, a slow grin spreading across my face. "About time, you know it's been three days."

"Two, actually." He said, walking towards them with an airy confidence.

"Three in a few hours." I countered, tilting my head to the side, watching him. I found myself unable to look away; there was something about him that drew my attention.

"Yes, well I've contacted you now so it has been two days." Robin grinned slightly, "Anyways, I told you I would help."

"So you did," I lowered my gaze to stare at the ground. "I haven't received any of this so called 'help' though. Good thing nothings happened to me, yet."

Robin scoffed, "As if I haven't been monitoring your building to make sure nothing happened."

I raised an eyebrow, "You've been monitoring me, have you?"

"Don't flatter yourself," He smirked again before turning around to pace the area in front of the large screens. "I've looked into your little situation, Crimson. It's very interesting."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You seem to not exist. I can't find your identity anywhere. I can't even find the owner of your apartment." He said, tapping away at several screens in front of him.

"Why where you looking into that? It's not important." Thank the angel for shady business deals with Downworlders. The secret world, keeping identities hidden since

Shadowhunter Jonathan.

"It's important to me." Robin replied over his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to know." I said bitterly. And to think, I thought he had been trying to figure out who was out to get me this whole time.

"It does, actually. How do I know you aren't working for the wrong side?" He said, whirling around to face me with a hardened stare. A look that dared me to take off the mask and tell him who I really was.

I smiled, shaking my head. "If you're so suspicious about me being a villain, why am I here?" I leaned closer, locking gazes. "You don't who I am, but you trust me. And, you're taking time out of your busy schedule to help me with a problem. Now tell me, how many times you've done that for a baddie."

He moved closer, never breaking eye contact. "Touché."

"Ahem," Miss Martian smiled weakly, giving a small wave, "Still in the room, in case you were wondering."

I laughed, moving away from Robin as he reluctantly returned to his work with the computers. He cleared his throat, "Ok, so I've done more than just a background check on you."

"Great! So, who's trying to snatch me?" I asked, ready to finally be done with this whole ordeal.

"It's not that simple," Robin sighed, "Not many clues aside from the fact the kids were trying to take Metas. It's weird since they're Metas themselves…" He pulled up a document containing a few notes, "Anyways, an increase in disappearances have been going on in the past month, right under our noses. The heart of it seems to be in Gotham, but it's happening all over the country. It gets weirder though; some teens are just leaving on their own. This is happening mostly in the middle-class, its tearing families apart."

"There was a case with this family in Crest Hill. A distraught mother claimed a boy had hypnotized her daughter and taken her. No one believed her. The girl was almost 18; everyone figured she had run off with a new boyfriend." Robin pulled up a sketch of a boy, "the mother hired a sketch artist to draw him for her. So she could post pictures and warn people about this evil boy who would take their children."

Robin took a step away from the screens so I could get a better view, "he look familiar?"

I studied the sketch, "Colin." I whispered, "He's the boy from the arcade." I said aloud, Robin nodded before going back to the computers. "So what does it all mean?"

This time Miss Martian spoke up. "We don't know. We're pretty sure there's an organized group taking Metas of different strength off the street and taking them somewhere. But where? And for what? To build an army, to perform experiments? Its been done before, we just don't know what it's all adding up to this time."

"Whatever it is, they're spending extra time on you." Robin said, "It'd be so much easier to take unsuspecting kids from their homes or off the street in one go."

"But instead I'm being targeted." This all started to feel very big, and I began to feel very small. I was one against god knew how many. "What am I going to do?" I asked myself breathlessly.

Miss Martian smiled sympathetically, "don't worry; we'll look after you until this is seen through."

I furrowed my brow, "What do you mean?"

"You'll be in our care until we put down this organization. You know, save the day. It's kinda what we do." Miss Martian smiled brightly, patting my shoulder.

I did appreciate the help, in fact I needed it. Still, I didn't want to feel like I was being babysat. 'Oh yes, look at the little vigilante. How cute, now step aside and stand back, the big leagues is here to take over.' No, that's not what I wanted at all. I frowned, this wasn't Miss M's doing, I couldn't blame her.

I turned my glare towards Robin, who was probably at fault here. "What?"

"Crimson, I'm trying to protect you." Robin said, "I just think you're a little over your head here. That is why you asked for my help, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to be locked away in some safe room like an incompetent six year old!" I tried to keep my frustration at bay; anger wasn't going to get me anywhere.

"That's not what I was implying." Miss Martian quickly stammered. She seemed taken back by my tone; I'd need to apologize to her later. She wasn't to blame.

"Hear me out okay?" Robin said calmly, "I know you can fight, you're good sure. But when you had that moment in the alley. I just don't think you're ready yet. It happens to the best of us and I could help you with the stress too, but not now. Now, just let me do what's best."

My heart sank. No, that was a one time thing. That never happens. I bit back the emotion and began to make my case. "If you know I can fight you know I can help." I clenched my fists as tightly as possible, "I'm tired of watching, of being a bystander. Let me help. The only way I'll be ready is if I get experience, right? So let me help, or I walk away and you never see me again."

Robin paused, grasping my words before meeting my frown. "Am I supposed to care about that?"

The coldness in his words surprised me. I smiled anyways, blinking back the sting in my eyes. "You already do, or else you wouldn't have gone through all this trouble."

A long silence stretched out between the three of us. Miss Martian was fumbling with her skirt, looking to feel out of place and uncomfortable. I, however, felt right at home as I waited for Robins answer.

His scowl broke into a lopsided grin, "I think you need to meet the team."

Ack yay! I hope you liked this chapter :) I did, it was fun writing. Oh wow look at the time, 1:30 AM…WORTH IT!

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Anywho! Bye! See you soon! (Ha! See I made a promise and came through for once!)

Robin: Bye guys! Remember to feel the aster

Wally: Why the hell wasn't I in this chapter? BLASPHEMY

Wally, you're not capable of using those words.

Wally: Oh right. Um, well this is awkward.

Robin: *Sigh* C'mon guys, that's a wrap. See you all next time!