Yay! Chapter Two!

And, I will update GTIOHTF as soon as I can! I'm having writer's block with it, and it is NOT FUN!

anyways, this is ch two, like how I said, and I'm excited to see how many reviews I can get! I have to say, I know that some people are going to be mad at me for something I did to one of the characters... (mysterious music) but, anyways, I had always planned it out this way.

BTW! IMPORTANT!: this story does NOT go in accordance with Entreuantia, my earlier romance story with Blaine/Kaldur, just to let 'ya know! (And now some people who didn't read this author's note are going to say something about that. grr... :( ANYWAYS!)

I own nothing besides Terrence, Blaine, Jason, Sparrow, BlackHawk, Wraith, Apollo, and Coraline. Wow. * breathes in large gasp *

R&R!

"WHAT!"

Sparrow flinched backwards, then crossed her arms over her chest, black lips making an 'o' in her pout. "Nice to know I'm loved."

The Team blushed. Wally, rubbing the back of his neck, stepped forward. "Great to have 'ya, Sparrow! Now we'll always win, with the Tandem Twins!"

Robin and Sparrow simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"Why?"

Everyone turned to Superboy, who was scowling, still a bit unsure of their sudden 'surprise guest'. "Why are you joining?"

"And what did you mean by 'Russia'?" Wally added quickly.

Sparrow looked to Batman, and he gave a practically imperceptible nod. She sighed and turned, smiling at the others and cocking a hip. "It's a long story. You might want to sit down for it."

….

….

They were all sitting down in the living room in the Mountain. Sparrow and Robin were both sprawled out on the floor, both supine as they waited for the others to settle completely. Black Canary was sitting on the couch, M'gann and Wally on either of her sides. Superboy sat on the edge of the couch's arm, Kaldur'ahm sitting across from him on a plush chair. Batman was standing, and Flash was sitting on the floor next to Sparrow. Red Tornado was standing in the corner.

"Well?" Wally blurted impatiently.

Sparrow and Robin both propped themselves up on their elbows. "Well..." Sparrow began slowly, looking up at the ceiling fan. "I'm not quite sure where to begin."

"How about why you were in Russia?" Kaldur offered.

Sparrow nodded, grinning. "Okay. Well, I was in Russia for a recon mission. Have been for the past... two months?"

"Four," Robin corrected, sitting up fully and crossing his arms. The Rob-pout was on full blast over his lips as he scowled at his 'twin'. His scowl fully said 'I've-missed-you.'

"Four," Sparrow spoke, sitting up.

"Why were you there?" Wally asked. "I mean, I knew you were out-of-country, but I thought it was just, for like, schooling or something."

"That was the story," Robin said with a smirk.

Sparrow hit his arm. "Are you gonna let me tell my story or not?"

"Ouch."

She rolled her eyes behind her glasses, then turned to the others. "See, I went to Russia to dig up some information on Ras a Ghul-"

"The boss of the League of Shadows?" Canary looked incredulous. She turned a glare to Batman, who glared right back.

"Relax, BC," Robin droned, gesturing to his 'sister'. "Spar's perfectly able to take care of herself."

"Can I get on with my story?" Sparrow whined. "I pay be patient, but I have a minimum annoyance level."

Everyone turned their attention back upon the newbie. "Okay. Like I was saying, I was in Russia digging up some dirt on Ras. I was supposed to come back sometime in December, but I'm back early!" She threw her hands in the air dramatically. "Yay! Anyways, back on subject. I got the dirt, but was chased out by the government." At the looks of confusion (besides Batman and Robin, who knew Sparrow only too well), the girl explained, "Yeah. The Russian government doesn't really like it when you break into their capitol to steal information. Long story short, I got shot, got well, came home, and now I'm here to be on your team! Yay!"

"Yay," Superboy droned sarcastically, getting an elbow to the ribs by Artemis.

Kaldur turned curious eyes towards Sparrow. "Why have we never heard of a 'Sparrow' before?"

Robin jumped in. "Well, see, KF and Speedy knew about her, as does the whole JL. You just don't know because you're kinda new. The same goes for Artemis and Superboy, and, well, Miss M's been on Mars this whole time."

"Hello, Megan!" M'gann cried out, slapping her forehead. Sparrow cocked an eyebrow at Robin, who snickered. "I should have thought of that!"

"How long have you been a hero?" Artemis inquired.

Sparrow threw an arm around Robin's neck. "As long as Rob, KF, and 'Red Arrow'." She rolled her eyes. "Really, Roy, really?"

"Who are 'the others'?" Superboy asked, squinting suspiciously. At that, Sparrow and Robin both looked to Batman. He nodded.

"'The others'," Robin began, "are our other siblings-"

"How many do you have?" Artemis exclaimed, exasperated.

"There are five of us," Sparrow spoke.

"There's BlackHawk, the oldest, he's about... twenty-one now?" At Sparrow's nod, Robin continued. "Then Batgirl- she's retired, though, while she's at college- and she's nineteen. Then there's Apollo- he used to be called Wraith."

"Why the change?" Kaldur asked, leaning forward.

Sparrow's face suddenly fell, and, behind her shades, tears grew. Robin turned pale, then said quickly, "He was paralyzed by Joker about two years ago."

The silence was deafening.

Of course, the mentors and Wally knew this, but it was still something everyone had yet (even in two years) to get used to.

Artemis broke the silence first, "Apollo- the Greek god of knowledge."

Robin nodded, smiling. "Apollo knows everything there is to know about anything- he's our go-to guy. Stays in the Bat-cave most of the time, our computer maniac."

"He used to be called Wraith because he was the best at shadow-creeping," Sparrow explained, wigging her fingers eerily in an attempt to make the heavy atmosphere lighten. It worked for the most part.

"Any more questions?" Sparrow asked.

No one said anything for a moment, just looking around at each other. Then, Superboy said bluntly, "I didn't know you had any siblings." The statement was voiced towards Robin, who blushed.

"Yeah, we're not really related."

"Foster-siblings?" Artemis asked.

Sparrow shook/nodded her head. "For the most part."

"Why can't you answer?" M'gann asked innocently.

Batman stepped forward. "That is enough questions. I came to take Robin and Sparrow home."

He turned on his heel and marched out the door, completely oblivious to his youngest wards' annoyance. "He really gets on my nerves sometimes," Sparrow hissed, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

Flash chuckled. "Mine too."

Everyone just eyed him.

"... WHAT?..."

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Terrence was typing away on his laptop, determined to finish his school paper before dinner. But, he was distracted. His spine was hurting again, right where the bullet had hit it and shattered several plates.

Fidgeting the best he could, the seventeen-year-old rearranged himself in his chair. It was getting too hard- he'd have to have Dick help him with that, if the kid ever got home. Between Mount Justice, school, the numerous Galas Bruce held, and patrol, Terrence was seeing his baby brother less and less. And, with Barbara off at M.I.T. And Jason fawning over his girlfriend at Duke, well, he hadn't had had much face-time with his older siblings, either. Of course, he was always texting and calling Barbara, and she always answered. Jason, however, always forgot to charge his phone.

And Blaine...

No one had seen her for the past four months, since Batman sent her to Russia. Of course, Superman was pissed about the Dark Knight's choice, as was Alfred, but with Ras intruding upon a little Russian school for teen girls, you couldn't quite send the Dark Knight undercover there, now could you?

Terrence sighed as the tingling pain in his spine became too much.

He wheeled himself out of his room and down the specialized ramp next to the stairs, picking up speed and going straight to the kitchen. It was almost five- Bruce should be back from work at any minute, and Dick would be at the Mountain until seven, dinner time.

Terrence looked up at the towering shelves, silently cursing his wheelchair. Why me? No- Terrence Wayne, if you dare pity yourself, I will personally slap you! Wait a second... Oh, never mind.

Terrence had half a mind of calling Alfred, but decided against it. Over the past two years, he had built up his upper-body strength with plenty of PT and weight-lifting, along with the help of Dick, who taught him to use high-bars and rings.

Bracing himself, Terrence forced his way out of the chair and onto the counter, sitting with his limp legs facing outwards. The pain in his spine was searing, now, and could not be ignored. He opened up the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of Advil and popping two. He seemed to be popping pills a lot more, these days.

Don't get it wrong- Terrence was not a druggee, he just had a lot of Phantom pains. (1)

Looking back down at his chair, the dark-skinned boy let out a swear. The cabinet had only been a foot high, but was a mile down.

Terrence positioned himself perfectly, ready to drop down easily-

Just as he pushed off, the front door bell rang, grabbing Terry's attention.

His head jerked up, and his hands shot out, knocking away the chair. He landed harshly on his back, crying out loudly at the pain that shot up his spine.

There came a great deal of shuffling, and a very tall, very gaunt balding man with a thick white mustache appeared. He saw Terrence on the floor and exclaimed, "My goodness! Master Terrence!"

Alfred scrambled over, gently placing his hands on Terrence's shoulders and helping him sit up before heaving him back into his chair. The Phantom pain was no longer a Phantom to Terrence. His face was a large grimace as he clutched the armrests on his chair tightly, tilting his head back as he hissed in pain.

The doorbell rang again, and Alfred turned towards the door. He looked back to Terry, who shook his head. "I'm fine, Alfred... I just- just need a few... seconds... Oh, dang that..." He hissed again.

The doorbell rang again, and Alfred, with a heavy scowl, went to answer it. "I do say, one ring is quite en- Master Jason!"

There stood a very tall, very built young man. He was tanned lightly and wore an athletic-fit navy tee-shirt with jeans and Converse. His hair was golden brown and fell down to his shoulders in wavy curls, barely overlapping on his deep blue eyes. A dark-skinned girl with beaded black dreadlocks hung on his arm, looking rather unsure. She wore a very concealing and appropriate tan tunic with a pink daisy print, overlapping over her boot-cut black jeans and sequenced ballet flats.

Alfred smiled brightly at Jason before hugging him gently, his old bones only minorly protesting. He pulled away and smiled at the young woman, who smiled back, her chocolate lips showing bright white teeth. Then, the butler realized that the young woman's light topaz eyes were not fixated on him. And, she held behind her back a metal walking stick. "H-Hello..." she whispered lightly.

"This is Coraline," Jason explained, "my... fiance."

Alfred's smile brightened even further, and he clapped once delightedly. "Well, then, Miss Coraline, it is an honor to meet you-"

"Al!" came a pained shout from inside the Manor.

Jason's face fell. "Is that Terry?"

But Alfred was already making his way into the kitchen.

Terrence's pains seemed to have been even more aggravated. He was wincing sharply, trying to steady his breath. "It- it's not going away-"

"Terry!"

Terrence looked up, grinning when he saw Jason. "Jase! I- ouch!"

Alfred was gently leaning Terrence over and had massaged a nerve in the teen's back. Terrence sighed, grinning and sitting back. "Oh, that felt good." Terrence then noticed Coraline. "Oh! Are you Jason's girlfriend?"

Jason pulled Coraline in front of him, and she blushed, nodding. "Well, actually, his fiance."

Terrence's jaw just about dropped to the floor. "Fi- fi- fa- fo- fa- Wha?"

Coraline burst into giggles, her blue-polished fingertips coming to her lips. "Yes, I was shocked, too, when I was proposed to. Jason doesn't seem like one to settle down, does he?"

Jason rolled his eyes, pulling Coraline into his side. She gasped at being unsteady, then, after realizing it was Jason, snuggled into his chest. Terrence made a puking face and noise, and Coraline giggled again.

"Where's Dick?" Jason addressed Alfred.

As if on cue, there came the sound of pounding footsteps. "Alfred! Terrence!" came a deep, sonorous voice. Jason nodded, pulling Coraline's hand into his.

"And that would be Bruce."

Bruce and Dick rushed in, their bat-a-rangs and bird-a-rangs at the ready. But, when they saw Jason, grins (or in Bruce's case, a smirk) formed upon their lips. "JASE!" Dick all-but-screamed and practically tackled his eldest brother. Jason let out a grunt, breathing harshly as he hugged Dick back.

"H-Hey, Dickie... Um, ow?"

Dick pulled away, grinning. "Boy, do we have a surprise for you!"

Jason smirked and pulled Coraline into view. "I have a surprise, too."

Bruce walked forward, smiling, and held out a hand to Coraline. Suddenly, he caught sight of her eyes and blushed, pulling his hand was quickly. "Hello, Coraline. My name is-"

"Bruce," she interrupted gently, squeezing Jason's bicep. "Yes, Jason has told me much about all of you." There was an unmistakable twinge of South-African in her accent, mixed in with that of the city. An odd mix, but with Coraline's soothing tone of voice, it was beautiful.

"When's the wedding?" Terrence blurted, grinning deviously at Jason, who shot him the mini-Bat-glare (because no one can to the Bat-glare like the Bat).

Bruce cocked an eyebrow. "Wedding-"

Suddenly, a blonde blur popped into the kitchen. "The door was open and I- JASON!"

Terrence grumbled as Blaine hugged her older brother fiercely. "What, is no one excited to see me?"

Blaine snorted and walked over to Terrence, kissing his cheek and leaving black residue. Terrence stuck out his tongue at her, wiping off the lip gloss. "You're a jerk, you know?"

"I know!" she sang back merrily.

Dick stepped forward, sapphire eyes bright. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, Jase- actually, it's pretty asterous- but what's this about a wedding?"

Blaine whipped around, her hand on Terry's shoulder. "What's this about a wedding?"

Jason took in a deep breath, smiling, and raised Coraline's hand to his shoulder. "Me and Cori are getting married."

And all you gals out there just let out a fan-girl shriek, and some of you older people are weeping like "Oh no, Jasey-Boo is growing up! WAAAH!"

(1)- Phantom pains are pains that cannot really exist, but do. It's wierd, I know. But, a good example is like- someone gets their arm bitten off by a shark, and their arm starts to hurt. Impossible, but it's there. Yeah. Don't know if I explained that right...

ANYWAYS!

(man, i say anyways a lot, don't i? i guess that's cuz i ramble a lot...)

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