If I owned Young Justice, Skillet would be having a concert in my town. But since I live in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, Skillet is not having a concert in my town. One of the cities next door maybe, (I can't believe I had to go to volleyball instead of a Third Day concert! -growls-) but never my town.
Kaldur stood glaring at the zeta tubes Robin had just stepped through, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He began walking towards them, his intent clear.
"Kaldur!" Artemis called, moving forward as fast a she could. "Don't. Trust me. He can take care of himself, like he said. Don't mother hen him- I learned that the hard way when I ended up tied to the rafters of the Batcave with my own cord. And don't hold him back, either. Did you know that his favorite song is actually Simple Plan's Me Against the World because he feels it's the story of his life? I doubt you've heard of it, but it really does fit him. It really is him against the world. In his life, if you aren't Batman or Roy, you aren't allowed to protect him. Anyways, I need to be getting back to my mom. She's probably worried." Artemis moved to the zeta tubes, teleporting to the platform in Gotham.
Recognized: Artemis B07
Kaldur turned back towards the Team, a frown on his face.
"What are you thinking about?" Wally asked with trepidation. "'Cause I really don't like the look on your face."
"I am thinking that maybe Robin shouldn't be on this Team. It is obvious that he does not know his limits, as much as he stresses that he does," Kaldur replied. "As well as we should be thinking about his parents. They must be worried sick when he dons the costume, as all parents should be. How they could let him go out as Robin I do not know."
"His parents are dead," Roy replied, growling.
"And how would you know that?" Kaldur replied, looking intensely at the archer.
"I know who he is. So does Wally. I suspect Artemis is soon to be included in the circle of people to know his identity," Roy said. "And the kid has fewer limits than you suspect."
"Very well. I shall reconsider, but I will not be allowing him out to Gotham or on missions until he is completely recovered and maybe not even then. He needs to learn he has limits," Kaldur articulated.
"Good luck with that," Roy snorted. "Not even the Batman could keep Robin from being, well, Robin."
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Artemis slipped into her house, looking for her mother.
"Artemis! Where were you? I've been worried sick!" Her mother found her, wheeling over with a stern face.
"Sorry," she replied, looking down. "I kind of got… Well… injured?"
"Be more careful next time," Paula reprimanded. "I can't say I want you heroing, but at least it's better than what your father and sister do."
"Yes, mom," Artemis murmured. "I'll get my work from school tomorrow. I also have to be meeting up with Robin later- not for hero stuff I think, but just… non-fighting hero stuff."
"Be careful," mother instructed daughter.
"I will. I don't have to go yet, though," she replied, heading off towards her room.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2011, 20:30
Recognized: Artemis B07
Robin turned around in the chair in front of the Batcomputer, facing Artemis as she walked out of the hallway leading to the Batcave zeta platform.
"You aren't wearing your glasses," she pointed out, surprised, as Robin shook his head.
"Nope," he replied, looking up again and smiling lightly at the archer. "I figured if I can't trust you with my identity, then I can't trust you out on the field."
"So, who are you?" Artemis asked, raising an eyebrow as Robin removed a sleek-looking phone from his pocket. He stood up, walked over to her, and showed her a picture on it. Artemis snorted. How had she not figured it out?
"Told ya we'd laugh about it someday," the little troll replied, smirking.
"So all this time you knew it was me, but if you're Dick Grayson… That means Bruce Wayne is the Batman!" She looked mindblown.
"Yep," Dick replied, smirking.
"Wow. Just, wow. I never woulda suspected," she murmured.
"Well, yeah. I mean who would expect billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne to dress up as a bat and fight crime at night?" He looked at Artemis, blue eyes brighter than they were earlier.
"True," the archer replied. "You might want to watch your step with Kaldur and the Team though; I don't think the boss fish is very happy with you."
"Yeah. I just… I couldn't stand there and take that crap anymore, you know? As I said earlier, none of you let me really stretch my legs when it comes to taking down the bad guys," he was dead serious now, and Artemis' head was pounding from the tension in the air.
"Well, I'll see if I can't talk to him, see if I can get it through his head that we aren't allowed to mess with you during missions," she replied, smiling and reaching forward to hug Dick, who stiffened then returned it, surprised that Artemis of all people was hugging him. "Take it easy tonight when you begin tracking down Scarecrow. I will have my communicator ready if you need backup, but if you do, call Roy and not me."
"Yes ma'am," he replied, grabbing his mask to become Robin again as Artemis limped down the hall towards the zeta platform.
Recognized: Artemis B07
Slipping off to put on his Robin uniform, the Boy Wonder noted that it was beginning to get a little small on him and resolved to let Alfred know later. For now, though, he was going to have to deal as he slung his leg over his bike and shot off towards Gotham, adjusting the settings on the lenses of his mask to compensate for his headache.
Pulling up a map of Gotham and the surrounding cities, he headed towards the most likely place for Scarecrow to be: a chemical plant on the river, run by LexCorp.
Growling as his communicator began beeping, he picked up, glaring daggers at the road. "H'lo?"
"Robin. You are not to be going out to Gotham or on missions while you're still healing. Am I clear?"
"Aqualad, in case you haven't noticed, I live in freaking Gotham."
"You know what I mean."
"I do. And I choose to ignore your idiotic order for benching me. In case you didn't notice this fact, too, Scarecrow's still out there!"
"Robin. You are to return right now. Your parents will tell you the same thing I am."
"My parents are dead, and the closest thing I have to a father is off-planet fighting in an interplanetary civil war that the rest of the Justice League refused to believe existed. None of them are in any position to tell me anything," Robin snapped, cutting the connection and replacing his communicator in its proper location as it began beeping again. Sighing, he opened it. "What."
"Robin, if Aqualad hasn't called you yet, he's planning on benching you for about half a year, at least."
"Thanks for the heads up, Red, but he already called me. Make sure that no one else calls me, 'kay? I can't have my attention divided for this. If I need to, I will smash this communicator, but I really don't want to do that."
"Sure thing. Don't die." Roy cut the line, and Robin sighed, gunning the engine to move him faster. The mess between him and Aqualad had to be sorted out eventually…
Okay, I am almost completely sure that people are OoC here. And Kaldur decided to ignore Roy, figuring that he would test Roy's comment. He just pissed Robin off more.
Just a warning, there will be small religious content in a later chapter. One of my headcanons(I think that's the right word?) is that Robin is quietly religious because his parents were quietly religious as well.
See ya all with the next chapter! And thanks to all the wonderful followers of this story- and the reviewers! A special shout out to Only The Beginning Of This All, who pointed out some very important details in their review! Also a shout out to Golden Eagle 603 for their early-on support. Thanks to all who followed, favorited, and reviewed! I would've kept writing this anyway, but it's nice to get some feedback and know that people are reading my story.
Also, until further notice, the video for this is canceled, sadly enough. I'm currently on the laptop because the XP (The computer with Photoshop and my music) keeps crashing. It's an amazing computer, and I want it fixed! Don't worry, there's not much quarreling over this laptop because my dad doesn't use it until the evening.