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Everything is silent. Like eerie, creepy, deadly silent. The boom of Nabu's words echos clearly in the resounding quiet, 'join the Young Justice' rings through the trees and the expressed wish seems re-enforced with each repeat.
"What?" It becomes apparent that the echoing was not enough for Batman as he growls his question.
"I'm joining your sidekicks, numbskull."
Batman's eyes narrow in Klarion's direction, "unlikely."
"I gotta agree with Batman on this," Captain Marvel looks up at Nabu with cautious eyes, "after what he just did to the Team, we can't let him near them!" He sweeps past Nabu and Klarion, zooming over to the unconscious group by the tree with an indent caused by Aqualad and Project Kr's crash into it. He stops just in front of them and turns around to face the adults and the witch boy with his arms outstretched protectively, watching the Lords of an Element with quick eyes.
"I...I think Nabu's suggestion would be best." The magician's words are slow and his head hangs in wait for the rebuttal he knows he's going to get from his companions.
"Think this all the way through before saying that, Zatara."
"It is against odds the Team will be willing to accept him after all the damage he has done today and in the past."
"Zatara, no! He attacked the Team!"
"He did so because he was scared, correct?" The magician turns from the ground to Klarion who scowls in return.
"I was not scared! I just wa-!"
"Do not be ashamed to admit it, Klarion. Finding a soul mate is one of the most terrifying experiences you will ever go through. Especially when you have no one there to answer all the questions that arise."
"It was not terri-!"
"It's pleasant to know you feel that way, Zatara," Nabu boomed, attracting all the attention once more. "For I had hoped you would become the witch boy's mentor."
"Hey!" Klarion barked at the floating figure. "We did not talk about a mentor! I will not be anybody's sidekick!"
"Fortunately, your consent is not needed for a mentor. Only Zatara's is."
He opens his mouth to argue and protest, but Teekl's voice in his head stops him. Klarion, do as he says. If you need to be around the boy, you also need to sacrifice somethings. Your pride will be an excellent place to start. She hops into his arms when she ends her persuasion (and insult) attempt.
On the inside, Klarion is fuming and throwing a tantrum at the thought of being mentored, but his peripheral vision catches Captain Marvel turning around to the teens to check over them and the sight makes him think of Robin, sleeping behind the giant hero, and the boy's...well the boy's everything.
"Fine," it's a bratty and unhappy response, but Nabu is only listening to Zatara.
"You know more about his situation than any of us do. If you believe that is best, Nabu, I shall take the boy under my wing."
Klarion finds it a little odd that Zatara doesn't even give the slightest protest about being his mentor, but he's probably to eager to get the magician girl back.
"Come with me Zatara," Nabu lifts Wotan, Wizard, Felix and Black all in one motion. "I will take care of these four and discuss further issues that may arise with this situation and any concerns you may have. Then I shall release your daughter and I will require your help to get back to my home realm."
Zatara gives a curt nod and taps his cane on the ground; an illuminant circle surrounds his feet and slowly thickens into a platform that levitates him into the air, but he's distracted by Batman before he can reach Nabu's level.
"Zatara is not authorized to make decisions for the entire League or Young Justice," Batman narrows his eyes at Nabu and then turns to the magician. "How are you certain this isn't just some act from him?" Klarion scowls at the way Batman addressed him, but the black-donning hero keeps talking. "This could just be a plot to infiltrate our team and to attack us from the inside."
"Decent Sorcerers know never to use a soulmate as a tact for any deceiving motives. We never attack another's soulmate to get to them and we do not lie about who we share part of our lives with," Nabu chastises the man dressed as an animal in a correcting, mighty tone.
"Should the Lord of Chaos really be considered 'decent'?" Batman mused.
"It is true," Zatara proclaimed before Klarion could start shouting. "Magic-users will never use their mate for personal gain, even lying about their mate. It is an unspoken rule between all of us."
"But he's still a bad guy! Villains are known for lying!" Shouts Captain Marvel, who has not moved a centimeter away from his younger companions.
Nabu is getting impatient with the situation, Klarion can see that even though he's the furthest from the Lord of Order, and he smiles at the other's annoyance and keeps the arrogant smirk on his face even when Nabu turns to face him and outstretches his hand to allow a bright yellow light to surround the witch boy. "Uoy lliw rewsna yltesnoh!" Doctor Fate bellows and Klarion's eyes widen; there's a spell to make people tell the truth? "Is your soul mate a part of the Young Justice?"
"Yes." He answers quickly, the words being ripped out of him before he can even comprehend the question.
"If you truly want to protect him at all costs, swear on your life, on his life, that this is true!"
"I swear on my and his life that's it true!" Klarion wishes to grab the words and stuff them back. It's true, he wants nothing more than to protect Robin anymore, but swearing on his soul mate's life makes him feel nauseous.
Nabu lowers his hand and the yellow light around the Lord of Chaos disperses immediately, signaling the end of the spell. He turns back to the Zatara, Captain Marvel, Batman and Red Tornado, who stand with shocked, confused, unimpressed and lifeless eyes respectively. "Do you require further evidence that this is no longer a plot?"
"You...you...ass!" Klarion screeches, stuttering for the right word. "How dare you force the wor-!" Klarion has two balls of pure energy in his palms and brings them back in order to fling the fiery substances at the Lord of Order, but Nabu waves his hand at the witch boy and Klarion falls to his knees as his arms are bound in the horizontal line of a glowing ankh and the handle of the cross settles around his neck. He growls at the Doctor Fate and struggles; he knows no magic can end this cage.
Oh, how he hates the ankh.
"You rotten, bitter old man!"
"Come with me Zatara," Nabu ignores Klarion's shouts of anger, "I believe you have several questions you would like to ask."
"I'll destroy you!"
Teekl, who leapt from her Master's arms before Nabu's signature spell could hit them both, squeezes her was between Klarion's body and the vertical part of the symbol that leans from the ground up to the witch boy's kneeling form and settles herself uncomfortably on his lap.
"I'm going to rip your head from your shoulders when I get the chance!"
"Zatara," it's Batman (again) calling for his co-worker before the raven magician can ascend to help Nabu "do you really believe this is for the best? I won't pretend I know anything about this soulmates ordeal, but I do know he's caused many problems for us in the past. He would be a very valuable aspect to the Team, but his training and questions over this particular subject would most likely be left up to you."
The magician looks away from everyone and sighs deeply, but doesn't speak. He is at a loss for the appropriate words he does not know.
Klarion shuts up for just a moment to decide what might happen if Zatara does not agree to be his mentor. He'd be immensely relieved at not being a sidekick, but if that meant the Justice Idiots would not accept him to work with the youths... Klarion suppresses the urge to shiver that the ice sends down his spine.
"However, if you think his joining is for the best...I'll vouch for him as well."
Klarion's head whips to Batman in surprise at those words (well, as far as it can with the ankh still on him) and his soulmate's mentor turns to him. "I remember how Zatara would get without Sindella after a while and it wasn't pretty. However, my reason stands with curiosity of the Light and when we've had difficulties with it."
"I'll tell you everything you want to know," he blurts out, mentally cursing his mouth for being quicker than him, even without being under a spell. Giving out the Light's secrets was a huge hazard...well it would be if the group was actually threatening without the Lord of Chaos.
"If Batman thinks it's a good idea...I'll vouch for him too." Captain Marvel looks uneasily at Batman and relaxes just a bit in his defense of the children beneath him.
"The rest of the League will need much convincing, but having a Lord of an Element with us permanently will give us a great advantage over future attacks from the Injustice League."
Klarion ignores the urge to correct the machine; there will be time for that later.
"I shall inform you of all I know and what I believe the best path of action is and you may make your final decision then," Nabu advises and flies higher, just above the tree tops with Klarion's original four companions, as a silent urge to tell Zatara to hurry up.
"Very well," Zatara agrees softly. He and Doctor Fate share a look before the magician floats higher to catch up to the other and then they take off with Felix, Black, Wotan and Wizard to wherever Nabu saw fit for the four unconscious sorcerers to reside.
With Nabu's fading figure, then ankh around Klarion does the same; he stands up (angrily knocking Teekl to the ground) and brushes his pants off with an annoyed sigh. He debates flying up to attack Nabu's turned back as revenge, but decides against it.
Attacking the Lord of Order may not look well on his resume for the Young Justice.
He turns to face the three remaining heroes, Batman, Red Tornado and Captain Marvel, who all stand far away from him with judging eyes (or, in one case, black mechanical holes). The former stares the later three down and vise versa, with no one talking.
Everything is silent again.
The creepy, eerie, deadly silent.
But there is no echo to fill the void this time.
He's pleasantly shocked when the rest of the League arrives within five minutes. Batman had used some freaky device in his ear to speak to the members that aren't there and demand they show up in the middle of the deserted forest because "we're not showing you where our hide-out is unless the League says you can!" in the words of Captain Marvel.
The rest of the heroes show up relatively at the same time, most flying over the trees until they spot the four on the ground, and wow there are a lot of them.
He can see Superman and Martian Man Hunter, who arrive shortly before the Flash. There's a man made out of what looks like pure silver, a man and a woman with gigantic wings protruding from their shoulders, Wonder Woman, two men glowing green with the same lantern symbol on both of their chests, each illuminate male with a large platform extending from what looks like their hand with two other heroes on either; a blonde woman, Aquaman, Red Arrow and Green Arrow and Klarion snickers at the last four.
Heroes that can't fly?
That's just as bad as not having any powers.
Once everyone is settled down and off their platforms, the Flash, Green Arrow, Aquaman and Martian Man Hunter hurry to their respective sidekicks with the blonde woman right behind them and Captain Marvel (who never moved from his protective spot in front of the teens) steps to the side for the concerned mentors while the rest all glare at him and Klarion smirks a little with all the attention.
"They're all going to be fine," he mocks the worry of the heroes, "I made sure not to hurt them too bad." He's briefly angered that Batman had never rushed to check Robin when he arrived, but his emotion is distracted by a reference to himself.
"This is the child, Batman?" The woman with wings asks and Klarion gives an approving look at the hefty mace in her hands.
"Immortal being," he corrects, but Batman talks over him.
"Yes. This is Klarion."
"And he wants to join the Young Justice why, again?" One of the glowing green men asks.
Batman sighs. "It's a long story. And...it's his story to tell."
One by one, all of the heroes, even the ones checking over their proteges, turn from Batman to Klarion, waiting for the witch boy to pick up the story that Batman just threw at him. And, for the first time in a very long time, Klarion forces his jaw shut before his mouth can answer without the consent of his mind and tries to think of something that won't immediately cause them to all shout disagreement to him joining their young ones and separating himself from his soulmate.
So he has to be careful.
He's not nervous.
So not nervous.
He's just...
Uh...
He's just something that's not nervous, okay?
"Klarion, is it?" It's the blonde woman, the one who can't fly and ran to check the children when she arrived. He dumbly nods to her question. "Just start from the beginning. Lead us down the path that you took. Even the bad stuff," she smiles at him, "honesty earns you brownie points."
"Wait a second," Red Arrow steps away from the other young ones and Klarion is almost relieved that the pressure to fill the silence is no longer his. "We're not actually going to hear him out, are we?"
"Red Arrow-," The woman begins, but the hot head doesn't stop.
"He just attacked the Young Justice because he had questions. Why are we just standing around instead of getting them away from him?"
Getting them away from him?
Taking Robin away?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
He doesn't want to leave the boy again.
He doesn't want the withdraws.
He doesn't want the ice.
Klarion forces his mouth open before the ice of the idea can freeze him. "No!" All eyes turn to him, but his lips are on a roll. "I'll tell you everything! Just don't take them" (him) "away again." The please is left lingering in the air and he can almost see compassion in the blonde woman's eyes and he hates that she feels something for him.
He doesn't need compassion.
He needs Robin.
"Lords of Elements," he has to start explaining before the idiot red-head starts shouting again. He pulls himself to his full height; he must remain confident and powerful, not weak and begging, "can have soulmates. Someone created to enlighten our lives for a while or something and in exchange, we have to be around them and we have to protect them." State the facts, stand tall, persuade them. "C'mon, don't you guys care about your sidekicks enough to have someone around to protect them?"
"They do not need protecting," Red Arrow states.
"Well..." He's seen Robin fight; he's confident the boy will never need protecting. But he needs some sort of comeback. "Zatara already agreed to be my mentor!" Okay, that direction works too.
"He agreed to talk to Nabu about being your mentor, not to actually follow through."
"I don't wanna be in this situation anymore than any of you want me to," Klarion speaks through Batman's counter point and looks all of the heroes in the eyes. "But I can't change it. And aren't you heroes all for protecting people and doing good things?" He waves his hand with a flourish to annunciate the list of their supposed duties.
Nobody disagrees with him; he hopes that his argument was good enough to make them actually consider his offer.
"Who is it?"
Klarion raises an eyebrow at the Man of Steel, who, surprisingly, never ran over to comfort his clone.
"Which one is your supposed soul mate?" He repeats when the witch boy does not answer.
"Well, what's your secret identity?"
"What?" Blue eyes widen in shock; he didn't see that one coming.
"There's a thing called privacy, don't worry about who it is!"
Superman looks stunned that somebody has talked back to him and Klarion smirks; being rude feels so right.
The Flash, who now holds his protege awkwardly in his arms, ducks his head to stifle his laugh at the conversation and waits before giving his own opinion. "So the kid is bounded to one of ours and wants to protect her. Why not let him? If four of the members are already saying yes for him, he can't be that awful."
Teekl, who scampered off to catch a mouse just before the rest arrived, hops onto his shoulders and nuzzles the side of his head and he scratches beneath her chin to elect a purr from his familiar.
"This entire night better not have been a waste," he murmurs to her as the heroes trade points about him back and forth.
Have faith child. With Nabu's recommendation, they must accept you.
"Nabu is not so great that his words override my chaos."
If his words are not enough, we will figure something out. If it is your duty to protect the boy, then you will fulfill it.
"I know that," he chides, "no one is better fit to protect my soul mate than me," Klarion boasts and raises his chin just a little with pride.
Of course not. He can hear the sarcasm in her thoughts.
"It's true and you know it. They'd be stupid not to let me in; none of them realize how serious we are about protecting our soulmate!"
You just found out you were suppose to protect him less than an hour ago.
"So? I still feel the same way," a small ball of energy appeared in the hand that wasn't scratching Teekl. "If anybody tries to hurt him, I'll incinerate them." He snaps his fingers and the fire in his palm dispersed.
And in the case that his friends are in harm's way? I believe they expect you to work with all of the Young Justice, not just him. Are you willing to help the children you hate?
"We'll see how happy his friends make him; if they're not good at making his smile, I may not be good at protecting them," he pauses and feels sick again. "I may not even have to protect any of them if they don't let me in," he casts a side glance at Teekl, who nudges his temple with her nose.
Have you thought about what you'll do if you are rejected?
"I'll follow him wherever he goes," it's the same thing he told Nabu, but that's all he really has. "I'll protect him from the shadows and be by him as often as I can. I won't let him live this life without a form of protection."
It's odd really. He has never felt so protective over anything, even Teekl, and he had only heard of the boy a few short months ago and didn't even understand his job to guard the boy until today, but he can feel urge to watch over him and defend him as though it was an instinct he was born with.
You are certainly protective of him.
"I have to be. He's so...little," his voice drops without his command. "He could be hurt so easily, this life...it's too dangerous. I know he can protect himself, he's...amazing at what he does, but one day, he might meet something that he can't defend himself from," he gasps at the ice and shudders, "and I need to be there to protect him when that day comes."
He waits silently for Teekl to respond and when she doesn't, he turns his head from the ground to his familiar and watches her watch the scene in front of them. He turns his gaze to the heroes to find them already looking at him.
"Was he just talking to the cat?"
Klarion glowers at the Flash and his question whispered incredulously to the man with wings beside him.
"I think we've all heard enough," the blonde woman speaks again and smiles warmly at him in what is meant to be a comforting act, but actually freaks the witch boy out just a little. "I vote for him to join."
"A gigantic, mile high mountain right next to a beach and town bustling with people? You couldn't find any place a little more eye-catching?" Klarion openly mocks as he drops beside the heroes of flight and the pathetic ones that step off the platforms from the glowing green men. "Was the sun out of the question?"
They all ignore his snide comment (he's made about a dozen on the way, ranging from yawn-inducing powers to rumors he's heard from the Light) and wait for Batman to fiddle with a device on his wrist for the ground beneath them to open up and sink down into the ground, revealing a steep decline to an entrance under the mountain.
"Or perhaps the Earth's core suits you all best," he mutters as he follows them all in, not bothering with walking and instead floating above them with Teekl in his arms. He stays particularly close to the dark man who has a glowing green bed extended from his hand with all 6 of the Young Justice members unconsciously on top of it.
"It would be best for the Team to stay here for the night as would any of us that can stay as well," Batman decides for all of them. "We'll wait for the entire Team to regain consciousness and bring the matter up to them."
"Which should be...?"
"Everyone will be waking up at a different time," Klarion states as if it's the most obvious answer to exist for Red Arrow's question. "They'll all be up within 24 hours."
"You saw it necessary to put them out for a full day?" The red-head accuses. Thankfully, the words 'I was out for the same amount of time and nothing happened to me!' can't leave the Lord of Chaos' lips before someone interrupts.
"I suppose we," Green Arrow grabs the Flash's arm, "have certain people to call about why certain children will not be returning for the night." He shoots a glare at Klarion with more force than any of his precious arrows.
The witch boy grins and waves as the two leave in a huff.
"Green Lantern, Black Canary," Batman addresses the blonde woman and the man with the floating bed for the teens and Klarion ponders whether or not he should store their names.
Nah.
"Take the Team to their respective bedrooms and guest rooms and make sure they are situated comfortably." The two nod and begin down one of the many halls and Klarion makes to follow after them, but Batman's hand intervenes his journey. "You will be staying separate from the Team until Zatara returns with his decision."
Klarion's eyes widen against his will. He has become so used to Robin and being no less than twenty feet from the boy for the past several hours. He can not lose him now.
"Batman latches on to the newest addition's shoulder before he can make to follow his soul mate, "Until then, you will be staying with me."
"You can't start a fire at the bottom of the ocean!"
"His daughter is a whale? That...that doesn't even further the show! Why can't she be a crab? What does being a whale do to progress the series?"
"How does it snow underwater? Water doesn't even have weather conditions!"
"If it bothers you so much," Red Arrow barks from where he stands with Batman after the latest comment from the witch boy, "why not just change the channel?"
"This is why you humans are so stupid. You sit your children in front of things like this and then complain your youths are idiots," Klarion turns away from the talking sponge and starfish on the television to bite back a response to the archer, but avoiding the question entirely. "If any of your sidekicks grew up on stuff like this, you should be begging me to protect them on missions. Their own stupidity will get them killed."
"Recognize Zatara, 1-1."
Klarion turns from the two heroes that have stayed with him, whispering phrases he doesn't care to listen to under their breaths, to watch an indented curve in the wall glow brightly and have the magician - his possible mentor - step out from the light. He looks wearily at the three before him in an expression of greeting, but swipes his hand on an empty spot of the wall he just appeared from and fiercely hits a few keys.
"Access granted. Zatanna Zatara, A-0-3. Authorization: Zatara, 1-1."
The magician girl, Zatanna, stumbles through the once-again glowing indent and sways on her feet beside her father, who wraps an arm around her shoulders to help the world steady-out for his daughter.
"Past your bed-time, Baby Magic?"
Through her sleep-deprived eyes, she manages to glare at the witch boy while slumping against her father's stable figure.
It's still not threatening.
"Zatara," Batman draws the attention to himself, "are you up for a meeting at this hour."
"What is this hour?" Red Arrow ponders and rubs his eyes.
"Almost four."
"I...yes. I am able to participate now. I'd prefer we do not push this off until morning."
"It is morning."
Batman ignores the red-head's begrudging comment. "Good. Take Zatanna to one of the guest rooms with the other members of the Team and wake up the Justice League."
Zatara nods dutifully and all but carries his daughter down the hall. Klarion grimaces; Batman better not ever give him orders like that.
"Klarion, come with us," Batman doesn't notice the twitch of Klarion's fingers, only that the Lord of Chaos makes no step to move.
"Oh, come off it," Red Arrow snaps at him. "If you want to be on the Young Justice so bad, don't expect a 'please' and 'thank you' for everything. Get used to taking orders, that seems to be all that they do." The last phrase is directed at Batman who matches the archer's glare with just as much anger, but lacks the bitterness the red-head has.
Klarion watches the exchange of soft-fury, but walks up to the two of them without complaint (think of Robin, do this for him, just think of Robin), leaving the television on his wake with the main, yellow character running all sorts of electrical appliances under water.
They stalk off in heavy silence down the hall opposite of where everyone has been sleeping for so long. Klarion ponders each door the pass and wonders how they don't get lost in the gigantic place. Finally, the three come to a wide, bare room, save for the circular table and chairs surrounding it in the middle of the floor.
Batman takes a seat furthest from the door while Red Arrow leans against the wall and Klarion gives him a curios look.
"I'm not a part of the Young Justice or the League," he snaps. "I have no say in the meetings; I'm only watching."
"Then, why are you even here?"
"An evil being who has attacked my friends twice in the past wants to be their protector. I don't trust you with them."
"Well it's a good thing your vote won't count then," Klarion sneers as he stalks to the table and leans against the side, drumming his fingers on Teekl's sleeping head and she meows at him in her sleep.
One-by-one, the members of the Justice League slip into the room, most with eyes half-closed and even more in pajamas. The last one in is a weary Zatara who closes the door behind him.
"Zatara," Batman addresses the lone figure pulling out a seat for himself and many of the members look up disgruntled at his voice, "I trust you have made a decision."
"I have. I will be Klarion's mentor," the witch boy is ecstatic and deflated simultaneously with the news, "however," oh no, no, no, no. Not a however! "I think it would be best if we took turns so to speak."
This catches the attention of the sleepy League members who all blink owlishly at the request. The confusion quickly morphs into a contest of who can protest the idea the fastest and the loudest and Klarion scowls through the noise.
It's an honor to be his mentor!
They each ought to be begging to get it, not pushing the idea to get stuck with anyone that isn't themself.
"Enough!" Batman barks at them all and the those who were arguing now sit quietly like the rare few who did not object the idea. "Zatara, why do you think that is best?"
"I have no experience being a mentor and little experience with the Young Justice themselves. I have Zatanna to teach already and to take care of and I rarely have the opportunity to arrive to the Cave quick enough for any emergency missions," he sighs. "If I must, I will take full responsibility for him, but I see it most fit if I receive help from the rest of you, especially those who have had practice with the Young Justice and those whoever is the den mother at the time."
The League all sit in silence and ponder over the magician's words. Klarion, with blood boiling, can not stand the idea of having a mentor, let alone multiple people to tell him what to do!
"I will take responsibility for any questions he has for the situation and any sorcery ordeals, but for moral support and living situations, I would appreciate help."
"I'll help," the blonde woman - Black Bird? - offers and pulls attention to herself. "I'm here almost everyday for training and I'll be the den mother again if I must," she answers the questions nobody voiced. "I would also like to reinstate therapy sessions again for the Team. Make sure they adjust well to a new teammate, express any concerns they have in a private area. And," she turns to the witch boy who has backed away from the table in an effort not to tear her throat out for encouraging the idea of multiple mentors, "I would like for you to be a part of this as well, Klarion. It would be a healthy way to express your confusion and possible disco-."
"I do not need therapy!" He shouts when he finds his voice amidst his anger.
"If one is all I can get, I shall take it," Zatara nods to the woman. "Thank you, Black Canary, for easing this duty on me."
Klarion fumes and continues to glare at the woman, at Black Canary, who returns his scowl with a small, sympathetic smile.
He decides right then that he does not like anybody smiling at him.
Except for Robin. Robin must have a beautiful smile.
The thought of the lovely boy that now shares part of his soul forces Klarion's eyes to soften and his face to relax and his lips to pull up into a dopey smile that isn't anywhere as wonderful as Robin's will be. He doesn't realize the up-curve of his lips until his eyes catch the movement of Black Canary's smile widening and he remembers that he's still looking in her direction and, apparently, smiling at his new mentor.
Damn it.
"Now then," Batman's voice pulls Klarion out of his thoughts. "I want to know what the Light is."
12 pages (including Author's Notes)! Awesome!
I actually haven't gotten any further in watching the Young Justice series; I've had plenty of time to watch it, but for some reason, I just haven't. I've got the rest of the episodes on DVD from my local library, I just haven't popped 'em in. I dunno why.
If you're wondering why Black Canary was rather prominent in this chapter compared to the other JL members, it's because she's my favorite (adult) hero. I love her.
Sorry if the layout of the Cave sounds kind of messed up; I just tried going off of what I've seen so far and what my imagination comes up with :)
An ankh is what Nabu uses in nearly every episode he's in; it's pretty much a cross with a handle.
As for the whole Red Arrow thing, I've got something else coming up. It's still going to be Red Arrow/the Light-related, just not the clone thing. Fairly similar to it though. In fact, almost identical. Just...without the clone.
Anyone else find it a little funny that this is posted on 4/20 and the last chapter was titled 'Blunt'?
I received a review/favorite/alert from Sparkie96 (the author of 'Scientifically Supernatural') and I totally had a fan-girl moment and held my breath to not squeal in joy (since I read the review on my phone in a friend's car on the way to camp counselor training [which is mentioned below] and didn't want her to freak out).
Also, a major thanks to s8trgrlhinata who advertised this story in her infamous 'Hellfire' (which is a great story all about Robin being lusted after by an insane criminal).
Lastly, it is unlikely I will be able to update in 2 Sundays. I'll be volunteering as a counselor at a camp (if you know anyone 8-13-year-old in the Michigan/Ohio region, send them to SuperCamp! We need more campers!) from the 3rd-5th. We have themed meals for the counselors and one theme is 'Superheroes vs. Villains' and I'm dressing as Harley Quinn :D I have a lot of preparing left and another story idea (which may have been influenced by my costume): a motherly!HarleyQuinn/injurred!Robin fic. To be honest, I plan on it being really dark and not very fluffy :P Like the Joker may or may not (non-graphically) rape Robin.
I also have 2 AP tests to worry over and some homework I should really do...
So, how about the next chapter comes out in less than a month? I know that seems like a long time (and it is), but I get out of school shortly after (June 6)! That's almost an extra third of my week opening up!
Question of the Chapter:
How did you come across this story? (Did you do what I do and just watch for new YJ stories involving Klarion? Was I already on your Author Alert list? Was it recommended [like in 'Hellfire']?)