“You want your own team.”
Another statement.
“Correct. The four of us have grown quite close but we've also learned a lot from each other. I, for one, have learned that teamwork can not only change you but the circumstances of a mission.”
“And I learned that eventually every detail will come into play so you must watch everything very closely,” Devin added.
“I learned that you can never guess the outcome of a situation,” Jade admitted. “Everything can change.”
“And I learned that, if you need a partner, Becca's probably the best choice.”
Erin leaned her arm against Becca's shoulder as she spoke and all four girls looked up with confidence at the Dark Knight.
“And the one thing all of us learned was this: it doesn't matter what other people say; if you believe in it with your whole heart no one can stop you. Not even Batman.”
There was a small gasp as Becca stood before Batman, eyes locked on his. Neither looked away and Becca took his bat-glare head on. No one had the guts to do that; no one except Robin would dare do that. But Becca was staring him down looking as relaxed as a cat in the sun. Finally, the Dark Knight answered in his gruff tone.
“Finding a place to put you shouldn't be hard.”
“We also want to choose our own trainer and den mother.”
“Who did you have in mind?”
“We want the Flash to train us.”
“That'll be a challenge,” Wally spoke up.
“A challenge worth taking, Kid. We also decided that we want Hawkgirl as our den mother.”
“I'll recommend them for you.”
A smile broke on Becca's face as she turned to her girls and they cheered excitedly. It was then that Becca started shaking; staring down the Batman was harder than she had realized. While the rest of Young Justice joined in, Batman took his protege aside.
“Don't let this one go; she's becoming too valuable,” he warned.
Robin let loose his famous cackle and saluted playfully.
“No problem sir.”
Batman smirked down at him.
“Brat.”
But it was said with the shrouded tenderness only Batman could pull off.
Epilogue:
Anton kneeled before his master. The map spread before him glowed, changing a little.
“So she has removed herself from Young Justice.”
“Yes master.”
“There seems to be some hope inside our weapon.”
“Yes master.”
“We must crush it.”
“Of course master.”
“Now. Our weapon must never find out what her abilities are. If she does, the world will be lost.”
Another statement.
“Correct. The four of us have grown quite close but we've also learned a lot from each other. I, for one, have learned that teamwork can not only change you but the circumstances of a mission.”
“And I learned that eventually every detail will come into play so you must watch everything very closely,” Devin added.
“I learned that you can never guess the outcome of a situation,” Jade admitted. “Everything can change.”
“And I learned that, if you need a partner, Becca's probably the best choice.”
Erin leaned her arm against Becca's shoulder as she spoke and all four girls looked up with confidence at the Dark Knight.
“And the one thing all of us learned was this: it doesn't matter what other people say; if you believe in it with your whole heart no one can stop you. Not even Batman.”
There was a small gasp as Becca stood before Batman, eyes locked on his. Neither looked away and Becca took his bat-glare head on. No one had the guts to do that; no one except Robin would dare do that. But Becca was staring him down looking as relaxed as a cat in the sun. Finally, the Dark Knight answered in his gruff tone.
“Finding a place to put you shouldn't be hard.”
“We also want to choose our own trainer and den mother.”
“Who did you have in mind?”
“We want the Flash to train us.”
“That'll be a challenge,” Wally spoke up.
“A challenge worth taking, Kid. We also decided that we want Hawkgirl as our den mother.”
“I'll recommend them for you.”
A smile broke on Becca's face as she turned to her girls and they cheered excitedly. It was then that Becca started shaking; staring down the Batman was harder than she had realized. While the rest of Young Justice joined in, Batman took his protege aside.
“Don't let this one go; she's becoming too valuable,” he warned.
Robin let loose his famous cackle and saluted playfully.
“No problem sir.”
Batman smirked down at him.
“Brat.”
But it was said with the shrouded tenderness only Batman could pull off.
Epilogue:
Anton kneeled before his master. The map spread before him glowed, changing a little.
“So she has removed herself from Young Justice.”
“Yes master.”
“There seems to be some hope inside our weapon.”
“Yes master.”
“We must crush it.”
“Of course master.”
“Now. Our weapon must never find out what her abilities are. If she does, the world will be lost.”
"He had never decreased his level of protection over me."
"The Nightfury!"
"The frost bit at my uncovered skin, leaving my limbs numb and limp."
I had a black swimsuit I tied my hair and walked outside.
"Or maybe I should save myself all the trouble and kill you now..."
