AN: Chapter 3 is up! And I will be naming the chapters perfectly random things that are mentioned in each chapter. Enjoy!

And to answer mixxi's question:

The League of Talons have absolutely nothing to do with the Court of Owls besides inspiration for the former's name. And I'm planning on a rivalry between the Talons and the Shadows, so that way they are like two evil leagues battling it out.

And the Talons are not near as open as the Shadows. The Justice League don't know for sure that they exist, they've only heard rumors about them.

Disclaimer: I do not own YJ! DC Comics does!

Artemis was not happy. No, that's not right. Artemis was furious.

Her and the team had been assigned a simple observe and report mission by Batman. But of course that didn't work out.

Almost immediately, Kid Idiot had ran into a group patrolling the building. Some of their buddies had shown up, and all in all, it didn't go well.

Now Artemis was sitting with her legs stretched in front of her and her arms tied behind her back. Her companions were in similar positions to her left, all conscious except Miss Martian. They had placed her quiver and Aqualad's water controllers on the other side of the room and a piece of Kryptonite had been put at Superboy's feet. She was currently doing her best to wriggle out of her bindings as she watched the door her captor's had left through.

They were in a large box-filled warehouse with skylights and only one door. They were sent to investigate the rumor that a local gang was exporting weapons to an unknown buyer. They hadn't even found out who the unknown buyer was before they were captured. Not fun.

Artemis instantly stopped struggling when the door banged open. A short, portly man in a green tailored suit walked out. The fluorescent lights reflected off of his bald spot as he stalked to the middle of the room. He eyed the team before turning on his heel and facing the door again.

"Bring him in!"

Two bulky men swaggered inside the warehouse with an unconscious boy between them. He wore a thin black hoodie and dark skinny jeans. HIs sleeves were rolled up to his elbow where they met a pair of clunky, fingerless gloves. The boys hands were cuffed behind his back and his raven hair hung in front of his face. The henchmen unceremoniously dumped him on the floor a few feet away from the pudgy man.

"Careful! Careful!", his voiced dropped to a purr. "After all, he is our prize jewel" He walked up to the kid and lifted his chin up, displaying his face.

You could clearly see he wasn't getting much to eat. His cheekbones were well defined and dark shadows colored the areas under his eyes. The boy's cheeks were flushed, which contrasted deeply with his pale skin tone.

The Pudge Man frowned, eyeing the child's face. "What did you do to him? He looks awful."

The dumber-looking underling responded. "We didn't do nothing boss. He was like that when we found him."

Pudge Man's scowl deepened before he stood and said, "Alright. It doesn't matter. The League will still pay a fortune for him."

Artemis' eyes instantly narrowed. Why would the Justice League want him? He didn't look like a big threat. Even if he was juvenile criminal, that doesn't mean the League would pay for him. Her thoughts were interrupted by a wheezing cough.

All eyes turned to the child laying in the middle of the room. He appeared to still be unconscious but was rather sick by the sound of it. Artemis took this distraction to finally manage to free herself.

Moving immediately, she sprang forward and took down the three men in a matter of minutes. They weren't very well trained.

Artemis then retrieved her quiver before untying her teammates. Superboy awakened Miss Martian before following the rest of the group to the center of the room. Artemis kneeled next to the kid and removed his handcuffs right as he started to stir. He slowly opened his eyes and promptly punched Artemis in the face.

Dick felt like a heavy cloud had been placed over his head. As he struggled to regain consciousness, he couldn't help but have flashbacks of the last time he had been this heavily sedated.

Everything was gone. EVERYTHING had just come crashing down around him. A small boy crouched in a shadowed corner of the bustling tent. His parents were so bloody and…and..broken. They shouldn't look like that. They should be gracefully curved and flying through the air. A constant torrent of tears streamed from the troubled child's eyes. He never even noticed the silhouettes surrounding him.

How long had he been out? Dick could only tell that he was starting to wake up. His entire body felt awful and he had a particularly horrible headache. He forced himself to rouse and Dick finally managed to pry his eyes open.

At first the only thing Dick could see was a green and yellow blur. The blur then changed into a blonde teen dressed in all green looking down at him. His face hardened when he realized exactly who that girl was. If Artemis Crock was here, then Sportsmaster couldn't be far behind, which meant the Shadows were close by too.

Doing the only thing that came to mind, Dick punched her before doing a back hand spring to a few boxes. Unfortunately, the chloroform hadn't completely worn off and he fell backwards onto the ground.

It was then that he noticed the rest of the warehouses occupants. Three men were strewn about on the floor and four more teens stood in battle stances, staring at him. The ginger was easily singled out as Kid Flash, despite the dark clothing, while the dark skinned male was obviously Aqualad. The emerald-skinned girl and the buff adolescent were unfamiliar, though. Assuming that the group of teens were all heroes, he lowered his guard and stood.

"So you left Daddy Dearest for the heroes? NIce move."

Artemis looked on dumbfounded. He knew about her history with her father? Eyeing her teammates, the archer attempted to keep her lie in check. "Uh...Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking about."

So that's how she wants to play it. Sending her a knowing look, Dick then said, "Sorry, must have you confused with someone else."

Kid Flash took that opportunity to interrupt.

"Dude, who are you?!"

Dick paused. If he gave his real name, word might get out about his location. On a whim, Dick answered with the name of his favorite childhood character from his parents Romani stories.

Smirking, Dick replied, "You can call me Whisper."

A certain Kryptonian with an attitude grunted. "So we don't even get a real name?"

Whisper was about to retort with a snarky comment when another hacking fit overtook him. The heroes all took looked on worriedly while Miss Martian took a few tentative steps forward. When the youth's frame stopped trembling, everyone released a breath they hadn't realized they had been holding.

An anxious extraterrestrial was the first to cut the silence. "Are you okay? Do you need medicine? Or I heard that chicken soup helps humans when their sick!"

Whisper blinked once. Then twice. Then said, "Ummm, I'm fine. It's just the flu."

"But you do have medicine, correct?", questioned Aqualad.

Whisper shrugged. "No, not exactly."

Kid Inconsiderate once again made an appearance when he said, "Then ask you're parents to buy you some medicine."

Whispers face instantly became emotionless. "Not all of us have parents."

The entire team's eyes widened. This boy was an orphan? Miss Martian impulsively flew over and wrapped her arms around Whisper. He stiffened before hissing, "Let. go."

The Martian released her grip before taking a few steps back. "But I thought that humans show their sympathy to one another by exchanging hugs?"

Whisper couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Was she really that naive? "Some humans also have a little something called personal space. I don't like being touched," he explained. Okay, so maybe he was just worried that someone might stab his back if they hugged him, but no need to inform them of that.

Miss Martian lightly bumped her forehead before saying, "hello Megan, of course some people don't like being touched."

"Well, um, it's been fun, but I really need to get going. Bye," said Whisper as he reached for his grappling gun.

"Wait, you're leaving," asked Kid Flash.

Aqualad followed up Kid Flash's comment and said, "don't you think it would be wise to obtain medicine for your illness?"

"Dude, I'm fine," Whisper deadpanned. "I'll live. Now if you'll excuse me, but as I said before, I really need to get going."

He began to reach for his grappling gun once again before Artemis spoke up.

"Why did that man say the League would pay a fortune for you?"

Whisper paused. These men were planning on handing him over to the League, and not the Justice League, which meant someone had found him. And judging by the use of force to get him here, it wasn't someone he wanted to get acquainted with. Pushing down his rising panic with years of practice, he played it off like it was nothing.

"I don't know. Maybe they heard about my charming personality?"

Artemis gave him a suspicious look and said, "or maybe you're a notorious criminal that the League is after."

At this, the heroes' expressions turned thoughtful. After a brief moment of silence, Aqualad spoke.

"Perhaps it would be best to take you into custody, to be sure you are not a threat."

Whisper's eyes narrowed dangerously and he immediately started to object. "But I'm not a criminal! You can call your mentors right now and ask them!"

"We can't. The comm is jammed. There's probably a 800MHz frequency emitter blocking it," said Kid Flash.

"Look I don't have time for this. I am not a criminal, so I am leaving. Capiche?"

Aqualad hesitated; if they let a possible delinquent get away, they would surely be scolded. On the other hand, if they brought a normal civilian to the Cave, they would be reprimanded for that, too. Weighing his choices, the Atlantean determined what the best course of action was.

"Please come with us for one night. We will provide you with medication and food, and we can prove you are not a criminal," said Aqualad.

All eyes were on the young boy. Whisper knew they didn't trust him, but they WERE offering food and medicine. And if he declined, they would probably think he was a guilty criminal and go after him. To put it bluntly, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The conscious occupants of the warehouse all tensed when he opened his mouth to speak. Sighs of relief escaped many when those three words came out of his mouth.

"Okay, I'll come."

AN: And there it is. Sorry if it's rushed or non-believable. I was just trying to find a way to get someone as non-trusting as Whisper to go to a superheroes hideout. And I have no idea if there really is a Romani story with a character named Whisper in it.

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GSDLover out!