I'm so sorry that this one kind of sucks. I had such a great character for Jason, but it just didn't work out. I couldn't get his angry sarcasm to shine through. I also apologize for this being posted up so late and for the delay with all of my works.
"There's a tall one...black hair, bulky," Sebastian told the heroes. "Bring him in next." They did as they were told, Martian Manhunter shifting into another form to fetch the kid. He began to fight back and it took a while to pull him into the chair. His blindfold was removed and the heroes were left to stare at glaring auburn eyes. The boy began to snarl at the mirror, thrashing his body to get loose from restraints they had to place on him. Batman, not wanting to deal with this bratty kid, handed the speaker mic to Flash.
"Who are you?" The questioning began. "None of your fucking business!" The boy snarled loudly. Taken aback, Flash asked him again, "Will you tell us who you are?" "Do you see my face? Do you see how many fucks I give? You think I'm gonna tell you who I am?" The boy began writhing in his chair again, pulling aimlessly at the restraints. He yelled in frustration.
"Yeah, he is the senseless one," stated Sebastian. "You should ask him why he can never hit a target." Flash, still unsettled by the boys vocabulary, complied. "Why can't you hit a target?" The boy stopped his thrashing immediately as his eyes widened in furry. "Fuck you! I can fucking hit every fucking target! I'm fucking Phoenix Fire! I can fucking do anything!"
"Phoenix Fire, huh? That's an interesting choice," began Flash, but was interrupted by the black haired boy. "You mocking me?" "No, I wasn't mock..." Phoenix Fire had already flung himself out of the restraints with unknown force and began punching the mirror. Of course, Batman had it hand crafted so it wouldn't break so easily. "Shut the hell up kid," Batman shouted through the mic. Still banging on the mirror, Phoenix Fire shouted back, "I'm not a kid!" Annoyed, Batman growled through the mic threateningly, "Listen, I don't have time for your shit. Tell me why you're here...NOW!"
Phoenix Fire stopped trying to break the glass and with an ugly glare answered, "I don't know. A portal, or some shit like that, opened I guess. Don't ask me specifics 'cause I don't fucking know." Batman continued, "I don't like your tone." The boy rolled his eyes, nose to nose with the mirror. He began to shake his hands in the air as if he was holding a box. He moved his hands from ear to ear and occasionally pretended to open the invisible box. "Sorry," he began, "All out of fucks to give." He gave a huge smile to the heroes on the other side.
Adam looked at the boy, "I like this kid." Everyone looked at him like he was stupid. "What?" He asked defensively. "He's funny. He's got character." Sebastian looked to Adam, "Oh how ironic."
Ignoring his last comment, Flash asked Sebastian, "So, who's kid is he anyway?" "Oh, you'll see."
"Look, just let us go and I won't stick my foot so far up you..." Phoenix Fire didn't get a chance to finish as the door to his roomed slammed open. Artemis stormed in fuming. This kid was just pissing her off and she was going to kick his ass. Getting yelled at by the League was worth it as long as she could see this kid in a hospital bed. "I don't care who the hell you are, but I am this close," she held her forefinger and thumb together for emphasis, "to kicking your sorry ass." The boy slammed his back against the mirror, and the League, thinking he was preparing to attack, began trying to activate the emergency shield in the room. Sebastian raised his hand to stop them, "That won't be necessary."
The boy began cowering in fear at Artemis. "I-I-I," "What? You're afraid now? What about ten seconds ago when you were mouthing off?" "I'm sorry. I love you," he tried to finish, but was interrupted by Artemis again. "You love me? What the hell are you talking about." "I love you mom, please don't kick my ass!" Artemis was speechless and rather than try to formulate words, she looked at the mirror questioningly. "It's true, Aunt Artemis. This is Jason Allen Wayne, your son." "Wayne?" Asked the entirety of the Young Justice team. "And that would also make him my son," said Adam smirking at Artemis through the now see through mirror.
"Sebastian?" Asked Jason, "I'm gonna fucking..." Artemis had already slapped him across the face with her bow. "My kid, my punishment," was all she said.
"What's up, Old Man?" Jason said to Batman when he entered the room of heroes. "Don't call me that." "Or what? You gonna hit me or something, Gramps?" "Artemis." Another smack across the face was given by Artemis. "Mom," Jason whinned, "That hurt." "Go cry to your dad." She snarled at him. "Dad's here?" Adam approached Jason with an extended arm, "Hey Son!" Jason looked at Adam from head to toe, "Dad you're such a liar. You were not fucking 6 ft tall at my age!" "Well Phoenix Fire's a gay ass name!" "You picked it, faggot!"
The arguing continued for a good ten minutes before Sebastian and Kaldur, who were getting along nicely, broke it up. "Okay, fine!" Huffed Jason, "but Valerie's next!" "Alright. Just grab the oldest girl. She's the one with black hair."
Jason Allen Wayne, 16
A.k.a. Phoenix Fire
Jason is the hot-headed potty mouth of the group. He loves to jump into things without thinking anything through, often causing him many regrets. Jason is one to live by his own rules and be very blunt about things. His favorite words to use are, ****, ****, ************, and *******. He is blatantly disrespectful to everyone except for his mother, Artemis. No one knows why he is so afraid of her considering his father, Adam, is much tougher on him.
Being blessed with demon blood, Jason is able to combust himself and other objects into flames. As a child, he chose to take up archery like his mother and Uncle Roy. When he shoots his arrows, they combust into flames whether or not he wants them to. This causes frustration for Jason due to the fact that he would rather let his arrows fly recklessly than focus and control them. Because he is a demon halfling able to use his powers, he needs to hunt for flesh and blood. His grandmother, Lenora, believes this is one of the reasons for his animosity.