Grayson and The Outlaws
Things Change: I
Outlaws Base. Area Unknown.
Red Hood was seated on the beat up sofa. He was cleaning his guns off, leaning over a wooden table which his red helmet sat on. He could here the noise of his two companions, but he was disinterested. He couldn't make out the loud voices.
"I just have to take time off for myself..." The Tamaranean princess was rubbing her arm, not looking the other in his eyes. She instead opted for the carpeted floor below their feet.
"Why?! This feels awkwardly like a break up. Is this a break up?" Roy bickered. He couldn't help but be worried. She was being damn discreet!
Starfire sighed, looking for the right words in her head. "Well... You see... There are some things I need to sort out that I can't do around you guys." She then placed a hand on the red head's shoulder. She was seemingly looking pass him and not at him. "It's very personal."
"Can't do around us? What the hell is this?! Some kind of alien lady problems?" Roy desperately asked. All he wanted was a valid reason that didn't fall under: It's not you its me...
Starfire shook her head, no. She was about to fly out, not wishing to discuss her feeling at all. But grabbing her hand was the confused boyfriend. She finally looked him in the eyes. She didn't want this. He looked hurt. Like a puppy left in the rain...
"Was it the stupid spy? Is he still toying with your mind?" Roy questioned as his grip on her hand tightened. "If it's that scumbag's fault you can tell me! Me and Jay will find the loser and put 'em in a bodybag!"
Star's eyes teared up, but she refused to unleash the water works. How could he say such a thing... He was talking about their friend. And the body bag? If only he knew... She snatched her hand away from Roy's. And floated father away. "You wouldn't dare. I'm leaving Roy..."
Before she could ease her way out, an utterly shocked Roy yelled, "Just wait a second!" With her back to him she turned her head only slightly, peering at the trucker hat wearing young man from the corner of her eye. "This is it huh? Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?"
Star nodded her head, no. She was tired of talking. All she wanted to do was go to her ship and be alone with her thoughts and resurfacing memories. Not with someone who... who took advantage of her at her weakest... Not looking back she swiftly flew out the door, ultimately blasting off into the sky to get to her ship as soon as possible.
Much Later... (Maybe a Few Months :P)
Spyral Headquarters.
A significant amount of time had passed since the encounter with the the heroes in red. Those spies had gone off grid, Spyral's heard nothing from them since. It was odd... Or maybe it was just because they didn't have that chip anymore because it was very much gone. Dick secretly made sure of it. Yes he worked for Spyral, but that didn't mean he was their little Boy Scout. Grayson, as a person, felt it would've been wrong to just give an all powerful chip to an organization he barely knew about. And that's what bothered him. He still knew next to nothing about Spyral... His progress on the matter was slow. It was bothersome.
But on a lighter note, he was able to figure out what to do with the enemy spy Bridget Clancy. No they didn't lock her up in some super spy type of cell. Let's just say she wasn't a threat to the organization for certain reasons.
But where we find our dashing worldwide spy would be... His room. Yep, sooo very spy-like and interesting. The raven haired young man was asleep when he heard a knock at his door. Instinctively his eyes shot open and his muscles tightened. The knocking continued. So he got to open the door as he yawned with dazed eyes.
"Oh my... I see why the girls are obsessed with you." Came the lady in front of him. She was memorizing his sculptured frame from head to toe. She would take full advantage of him not wearing a shirt with her vulgar eyes.
If Grayson cared enough, he'd consider it rude, but he just awkwardly starred back. "Uh... Yeah..." Unsure of how to reply to his fellow spy's statement. "So what's up? I'm sure you didn't come here just for a peep show?" Typical Grayson, changing the subject as lightheartedly as possible.
"Oh, yes!" The woman remembered as she pointed behind herself. "The director would like to have a word with you." She smiled and winked towards him.
Grayson sheepishly smiled as he turned around to grab a shirt from his closest. "Right." He responded with his back towards her. He expected her to close the door, not take a seat on his bed.
"By the way. I just wanted to say thanks for what you did for me." She sat with her hands in her lap as she gazed at the muscles and scars on Grayson's back. "You saved me from a lose lose situation."
Grayson pulled a shirt over his head before turning around to face the agent. "No problem Bridget. Saving people is my job you know." He sent her his happy-go-lucky smiles before heading out of his room. "Close the door on your way out, thanks." And with that he was on his way.
Bridget looked into her lap and nodded her head, no. Grayson had it all wrong... As a spy she knew the business. Knew the problems it came with. And she knew more about Spyral than Agent 37. "No... You don't save people. That's not your job anymore..." She wished she could've told him that to his face, but she knew he'd figure it out the hard way. In due time...
Grayson had made his way to the door of the director's room. Taking a deep breathe he opened the door, a woman standing in front of the desk. She moved a few curly strands of hair from her line of sight before smirking. "Grayson. I have a mission for you."
Starfire's Ship.
There was a ringing. Constantly ending just to start again. It was a phone. It lay on the floor next to a bed of disarray. Red clothing was everywhere in the area Star called her room. It would appear the young alien was on the bed under a lump of sheets... "Uh..." She moaned and groaned. "Stop it!" She yelled as she threw the covers off of herself. She was sweating and annoyed by the constant sound of her cellular device. Reaching over the edge of her bed to grab the damned phone, she looked at the caller I.D. Roy... She sighed and crushed her phone in her hand, tossing it to the floor.
Kori pulled her knees to her chest as she sat quietly on the messy bed. Alone. She would look at the clothes she dragged from her 'special' closet. The clothes that were scattered across her room and bed. Many had the R insignia or variations of Bats on them. The suits on her bed though were either designed with a specific red emblem or blue birds. These were the most special... She grabbed a blue one and held it close, it was as if she was remembering a dear moment. Sigh...
"Intruder Alert." Starfire's ship warned. "Ship Infiltrated."
Kori levitated over her bed, generating purplish energy around her fists. "Leave now or face my-"
"Wrath?" Came a slick and charming voice. "I'm pretty sure I'll manage."
"Dick!" The Tamaranean exclaimed as she flew right over to the 'dead' spy. She wrapped her arms around him and dragged him to her bed to sit. "You came." Leaning on him, she smiled into the side of his arm.
Grayson looked at her, moving her red hair out of the way so he could better see her face. "Well of course." He smirked, "You did set off that old Titans communicator."
Kori looked to her dresser, the yellow and black device sitting on top of it. A tear threatened to leave her eyes. "It still doesn't feel real." Closing her eyes she smiled, "For so long you weren't there. So long you pushed everyone away..."
Grayson sighed, now looking at his hands in his lap. Great... "Well. It was just a time I had to be to myself. A lot happened..."
She gave him a regretful look, always excuses. "Well while you were away I was the one suffering... The only way to stop the pain was... Was to-"
"Yes, you told me. No need to get worked up." Grayson interrupted. He didn't want to think about, let alone talk about it. "How about while you got me here we talk about the good times." He smiled sincerely.
Kori looked up at the spy, the good times. Yeah, that could help. Although she's still having a bit of trouble with her memory, she remembered the good days. Well a specific few to be honest. But these chats the past month or so have been such a huge help for her emotionally. "Yes, I'd like that..."
Watchtower. Years Ago...
"Business as usual."
...
An apartment complex in a dark and gloomy town. No not Gotham, this place wasn't that lucky. Anyway, a young man called this place home, he lay in his bed. He had gotten the day off from work finally. He was worn out, the day job the night gig, it was all too much. But he wasn't one for complaining. He wouldn't be much of a hero if he did.
All of a sudden the beeping of a small device startled the young man awake. He groaned before reaching over the side of his bed, grabbing the phone and putting it to his ear.
Click.
"Alien! Strong! Now!"
He looked confused as he instinctively got up, still too tired to register everything as he slipped into his suit. After clamping on his utility belt he squinted his eyes. "Wait, wait, wait. Beastboy?" He questioned, still holding the phone to his ear.
"No time to explain, Kaldur needs your help. We need backup. Superboy's no match!"
He threw his phone on his bed before jumping out his window and off of the fire escape down to the alley beside his apartment complex. "Now let's see what we're up against." He said as he stepped into an abandoned phone booth.
Pulling up the news on his holographic wrist computer, his eyes met the scene of a news reporter on sight, riding in a helicopter for better coverage. The report read: Alien Brawl Across Metropolis? Where's Superman?
The young man was then instantly teleported almost immediately. Stepping out of the new booth, he was met with crowds of running people. Screaming. Yelling. Not to mention the loud crashing overhead. "Business as usual." He said before grappling up a building.
Tidbit #4: I'm gonna be merging Roy's Young Justice personality and New 52/DC You personality. Okay, I got this!
Tidbit #5: The last bit, the flashback, officially takes place after Young Justice's last episode.
Tidbit #6: If you read Grayson you'll know a few things that have happened that may be apart of this story. wink. wink.
Tidbit #7: In Redhood and The Outlaws Starfire has a closet full of Dick's clothes, no really. The suit, aside from the jacket, Jason wears is actually Dick's old suit.
C.o.B. (A/n): This arc will fill in most of the blanks of Young Justice and the formation of the Titans! Who will be Earth 16's iteration of the Teen Titans? Tag along and find out! Hope you enjoyed and Review just for the heck of it! P.S. The alternate Nightwing 30 doesn't have a script, just magnificent artwork by Megan Hetrick. It's relatively easy to find on the internet somewhere, but I guess I could add it into this story and give it my own dialogue.