New chapter! Woo! I forgot to perform this spiel before but here goes! I own nothing in terms of the Young Justice or DC franchise except for this lovely plot idea. And the story continues!

Chapter 2: The Calculator and the Bat

"You know that I love crazy doll, but sometimes you're too crazy..."

My attention left the bag of pretzels in my lap and I looked up at my laptop. The man on the screen was nothing more than a black shadow except for the silver, square glasses on his face. His image sat on a bright scarlet background. I rolled my eyes and popped a pretzel in my mouth.

"I'm not crazy, Calculator. Now the Joker is crazy as in batshit, was never on his rocker, crazy. I'm...just resourceful."

"You call blowing up a police station resourceful?" His computerized voice was dripping with condescension.

"Screw you Computer man." I stuck my middle finger into the video camera. There was an amused snort from the speaker before there was a loud shuffling of papers.

"Ok, Glowbug might as well get this over with. Time to record your injuries from this escapade."

"Injuries?! What injuries? I totally escaped that unscathed." I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. I immediately regretted the action because the gauze wrapped around my chest shifted painfully.

"You do realize that I can see the gauze…" My palm connected with my forehead. I kept forgetting that while I couldn't see Calculator, he could see me.

"Alright alright, I got a gash on my neck and side. I also jammed my ankle up." I looked down at the fat ice pack strapped around my left ankle in distaste.

"Wow. You only got out of this one with three major injuries. Well, aren't you a lucky Glowbug."

"Ass. This is exactly why you have no friends. Cause you're an ass."

"A devilishly handsome ass." I could literally hear him smirking.

"An ass all the same."

"And I do have friends!" Calculator snapped at me as I placed the pretzel bag on the floor. I turned toward the camera and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Besides myself, Calc."

"Um…..well...uh Luthor is my friend!"

"Didn't he try to kill you yesterday?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and immediately hissed in pain. I kept forgetting about the bandages. I was so going to have a wicked scar after the gash finished healing. Yesterday, Calculator had broken into my apartment and hid in my closet. I had managed to shove chocolate ice cream bars into the small space and coax the story out of him. Luthor had changed Calculator's wifi password because Calculator had no new information on Superman. In retaliation, Calculator gave The Riddler Luthor's phone numbers. All of his phone numbers. It was an unspoken rule in the Society, that no one ever gives the Riddler your phone number. Unless you wanted your phone blown up with pointless and annoying riddles. And if you never responded to him, the Riddler tended to get rather violent.

"That's just how we show our affection for each other…."

"By trying to murder each other?"

"Exactly." Calculator sounded so confident in his answer. Well, that wasn't going to last very long.

"So Lexy must really love Superman then."

There was a pregnant pause before I burst into laughter and Calculator choked on his spit. I climbed out of my comfy office chair and stretched my tired muscles.

"Well Calc, this was fun but I'm going to shower and hit the hay." I leaned over and reached for the small camera sitting at the top of the computer.

"You don't have to turn off the camera….." His voice dropped an octave and smoothed into a deeper baritone. I gave the small camera a scathing glare.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Noah. I'd hate it if you found yourself friendless and six feet underground."

With that, I switched off the camera and turned to limp into my bathroom.

"I wasn't doing anything wrong!"

I ducked under a powerful punch to my head. Sidestepping avoided the kick aimed at my gut. The Bat was a karate master as well as a ninja. He was also persistent as hell. His fist connected with my shoulder in my lapse of concentration. Fighting the Batman, hero of Gotham, is scary on any given day. But the fact that this fight had been going on for at least 25 minutes and he had yet to say a word was beyond unnerving. I threw my hands up to block another strike to the head. Well, this wasn't much of a fight. It was mostly me trying not to die.

"I can tell that you're still mad about the whole police explosion thing but you gotta understand man, I was trying t-"

Of course, I never got to finish what I was saying seeing as Batman knocked me out with a proper uppercut.

"Fucking fuckity fuck evil ugly arugula. Did anyone get the number on that bus?" I pitifully groaned as I regained consciousness. There was a pulsing pain behind my temples and my entire jaw ached. The distinct humming sound around me helped me determine that I was in a car. I slowly pried my eyes open and turned to the driver's side of the car.

"Fucking Arugula…" I hissed quietly and tried to lean away from the person driving the car.

"Arugula…..?" Batman questioned. His voice was still his standard monotone but I could tell that he was curious.

"Arugula is an evil plant that pretends to be a vegetable. It tastes like evil and dirt." I stated. Batman turned slightly to look at me and gave me the 'how-the-hell-does-that-explain-anything' look. I recognized it because I had seen the look many times before.

"You don't work for the Society." He stated, focusing back on the road.

"Huh, you are a pretty good Detective. Yeah, I'm no Super Villain. I'm more of a gun for hire."

We lapsed back into a tense silence. I needed to get out of this car. And then move across the world and change my name. That could come after I broke out of the Batmobile, however. I'd like to think I was a strong individual but I stood no chance against Batman. No matter how many encouraging pep talks I gave myself. I flicked a small switch on my watch and silently hoped I could be saved. Batman drove steadily towards the edge of the city. The only thing of importance out here was….

"You rotten piece of arugula." I snarled at him and glared at the stone road, lined with broken trees, that lead to the cast-iron gates of Arkham Asylum. A thousand plans ran through my mind and only a couple resulted with me getting out of this situation alive. No! I had to calm down and think about the-

I screeched, much in the likeness of a pterodactyl, as the car lurched to a halt. Batman glared at me from his seat. Oh, so this whole stop suddenly thing wasn't actually planned, good to know. I jumped as the radio flicked on, a dark, rhythmic song floated through the car.

"Judging by the scowl on your face, you're not the one doing this are ya Bats?" I squealed as Bats lunged at me over the console. This was how I was going to die. In a car so cool that you could only talk about it in hushed tones. Well, actually this wasn't such a bad way to perish. When I felt no hands strangling me after a moment, I lowered my arms from around my head and opened my eyes. Batman was being restrained against his seat by his seatbelt. Wait...the car was keeping Bats from killing me. Did this mean that the car was sentient and it saw that I had a pure soul under all my badassness and the car wanted t-

"Don't worry Glowbug, I got ya." A familiar voice crackled over the radio.

Oh, no it was just Calculator.

"Hey, Calc. Man I'm glad to hear you." I grinned even though my friend couldn't see it.

"Yeah, yeah just get out of there before I change my mind." The passenger door clicked open as he spoke.

"You said that you weren't part of the Society," Batman growled at me from his seat.

"I'm not. I just have friends there." I hopped out of the Batmobile and slowly closed the door. I had no intention of pissing Batman off any more by slamming his car doors. A quick surge of power had a halo of blue light floating around of me. With a small mental push, the light twisted and solidified. I swung a leg over the motorbike and floored the accelerator. I refused to stay this close to Arkham. I disappeared into the city, blue light streaming behind me.

"I try to avoid crossing ya Bats, but I couldn't let you lock her up." Calculator apologized as the seatbelt finally released the hero. The tone of Calculator's voice kept the apology from sounding at all genuine.

"I'd watch it if I were you, Noah…." The Bat-glare was rather useless seeing as the computer man couldn't see the Bat.

"You know, she told me the same thing a couple days ago. Anyway, you shouldn't be upset. If anyone should be upset, it should be me."

"And why is that Calculator?"

"Because no matter what I want, she is never going to join the dark side. She was born to walk on your side of the line. It's only a matter of time."