Disclaimer: Nope, dun own Young Justice. None of us fanfic writers do. It's how the world works.

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Mist: And… I'm back!

Whistle: Mist has had the time needed to deal with the death of her chinchilla, and is now ready to continue with the story.

Mist: I will also (if you guys want) upload the prologue of 'Make Believe' tomorrow.

Whistle: Now, before we begin I would like to remind you all that this story is nearing its end in a few chapters. SO if you have anything you wanted to happen, speak up now.

Mist: or forever hold your peace.

Whistle: Also, this will be a much 'lighter' chapter; due to all the drama we've been having lately with Hartley acting like an obsessive controlling lunatic. This means that no ones going to be injured this chapter.

Mist: I'm gonna begin now!

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Chapter 18: Curiosity and movies

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{Same day, breakfast time}

(Wally/Blitz's POV)

I looked over at Hartley from my bacon and eggs. The older boy was talking animatedly with a more than happy James. They seemed to be having a good time, but I couldn't bring myself to join in on their fun.

My mind is still stuck on what happened earlier. When I learned that Hartley is in fact a bipolar, obsessive, lunatic.

Apparently that's how he shows he cares.

I want to hate him. I want to resent him for what he's done.

But I cant.

I cant because I understand why he does it.

Hartley was raised by the Rogues, and hated by his parents. He doesn't know how to properly care for someone. All he was ever taught to do was be a thief. Sorry, the correct term is 'Rogue'.

That's probably why James isn't afraid of him; all the Rogues probably have their own little triggers that make them act violent. Heck, even James probably has one. Now that I think about it, I have one too. My trigger is when someone mentions the Flash.

Guess I'm just over-reacting.

So, note to self. Next time Hartley starts babying me; let him.

"Something wrong?" Hartley asked me, a worried edge to him tone.

I blinked. "Huh?" I asked him.

Hartley frowned at me. "You've just been staring into space for ten minutes," He told me, crossing his arms, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

I blinked again before answering. "Just tired," I answered shortly, picking at my food with my fork.

Hartley sighed. "Is this about what happened earlier?" He asked me.

I didn't want to make him mad, but if I lied to him and he found out the truth he would be even madder. "Sort of," I told him, hoping that would satisfy his curiosity.

It didn't.

He stood up and walked over to me. "Wally, you don't need to be afraid of me," He told me, placing his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. "I'm not going to hurt you."

'Liar,' I thought bitterly to myself, but decided it was safest to keep that thought in my head. "So you keep telling me," I said instead.

Now it was James' turn to start acting worried. "Wally!" He cried, rushing over and grabbing onto the arm Hartley wasn't holding, "Don't say things like that! We're your friends!"

I turned away from him, not wanting to see him tearing up. "I know that…" I mumbled out. "I just… I don't… I don't know what to think anymore…"

"Then don't think," Hartley advised me, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. "I'll do that for you. All you need to do is be yourself."

I lowered my head. "I don't know who that us anymore…"

Hartley tipped my head up with his finger. "Well I do," He told me, his voice soft and comforting, "You're a kind-hearted little boy, with a bit of a rebellious steak. You're a good friend, and an even better lock-picker. You're one of us. Isn't that all you need to know?"

I nodded my head. He was right.

Hartley grinned at me and ruffled my hair. "That's a good boy," He told me.

Hartley always knows what's best. How could I have ever doubted him?

"Are you better now?" James asked me, still clinging to my arm.

I smiled at him. "Ya, I am," I told him truthfully. "But my arm is starting to feel a little numb."

James laughed at me as he released my arm. "That's good to hear," He told me, "I don't like it when you act like a zombie. Zombies are no fun."

"Hey," I said, pretending to be offended. "Zombies are great!"

James giggled at my horrible acting before walking around the kitchen going 'brains…. Brains!' until Captain Cold walked in and told him to 'take his damn medicine!'

I sure am glad that the tension from earlier is gone. I'm not sure what got into me. Hartley's my friend, how could I have ever distrusted him?

He and James, they aren't like my old team. They aren't going to abandon me, and then only try to get me back when it suits their needs.

This is my home.

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After we finally managed to have breakfast the three of us decided to start making the most of our rainy day. By watching 'Finding Nemo'.

The Rogues collection of kids' movies never ceases to amaze me. I swear they must have everyone one ever invented. I think I even saw 'the Brave little Toaster goes to Mars' in there.

In any case, I was surprised to find myself really enjoying watching movies with the two of them. I was worried that with al that had happened I might of relapsed into paranoia again by now. I was glad I didn't, that would totally ruin the day.

And I never wanted to make Hartley that mad at me ever again.

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We wound up watching movies all day. After 'Finding Nemo' was done we watched 'Ponyo', 'the Brave little Toaster goes to Mars' (Ha! I knew I saw it in there!) and finally 'Kiki's Delivery Service'.

I was actually quite surprised that Hartley didn't simply sleep through them, or leave; he made it painfully obvious that they weren't his type of movies. Instead he stayed with us and half-watched and half-read a book at the same time and even made popcorn.

Hey, now that I think of it… these aren't my types of movie either. I usually like action and horror. So why do I suddenly think these are the best movies ever created?

Oh crap! James insanity must be contagious!

Just kidding.

I hope…

By the end of the last movie I found that I was extremely tired. When I let out a loud *yawn* Hartley declared that it was bedtime.

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I had just finished changing into my PJ's and was about to climb into my bed when I heard a knock on my door. I was confused, as Hartley had told me to go to sleep, and wondered who could be at my door.

I walked over to the door and opened it, finding James at my door. He was already wearing a pair of brightly colored PJ's and had a stuffed bunny in his arms.

I was surprised to see him here; James NEVER (emphasis on NEVER) disobeys Hartley. So seeing him here, after Hartley has sent us to bed, was way past disturbing.

That's when I noticed that his eyes were glued to the floor, a slightly panicked look to them. He was also shifting his feet around on the floor.

My mind immediately jumped to the worse possible situations. Most of them involved Hartley finally snapping and killing someone, while others involved James snapping and killing someone.

I pushed the outrageous thoughts out of my head to focus on the situation at hand. "What's wrong?" I asked him, "What are you doing outside your room at this hour? Hartley said it was bedtime."

James looked up at me finally. "I- I thought I saw something at my window!" He squeaked out. "I think it's the Zombies! They've come to eat my brain because of my earlier!"

I nearly face-palmed. "James, there's no such thing as Zombies," I told him. "Nothing's gonna try and eat you're brain."

Apparently this idea didn't make sense to James, as instead of returning to his own room he walked further into my room and sat on my bed. "But I saw the Zombies!" He whined. "Can I please stay here tonight?"

"James, why do you think there's a Zombie trying to eat you?" I asked him, mentally wondering if we should put him on a higher dose of medication.

"Because I saw it!" He insisted, "It was at my window!"

Maybe… oh no. "Are you sure you saw something at your window?" I asked him, finding myself beginning to panic slightly. "Are you sure it wasn't just a shadow?"

James shook his head. "It was dark," He told me. "But I saw it clearly. It had green skin and it was crouching in the bushes! I screamed and it disappeared though…"

My eyes widened in realization. "That wasn't a Zombie you saw!" I told him, grabbing him by his wrist to drag him out of my room. "That was a-"

The door slammed shut in front of us.

"-Martian…" I finished, quickly getting into a fighting pose. "Reveal yourself! M'gann!"

M'gann materialized in front of me.

I glared at her. "What are you doing here?" I growled.

"I'm here to save you," She told me, eyes filled with determination.

Not this bull shit again…

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Mist: Sorry about the cliffy. Bells about to ring!

Whistle: More will be added soon. So don't worry.

Mist: My sis brought home a new baby chinchilla today! It looks exactly like Rory!

Whistle: Mist is very happy.

Mist: Tell us what you think of the whole 'James and Zombies' thing lol.

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