Young Justice RP :: semi lit

As if the group had all said yes, Batman continued his explanation and rules that he expected the small group to follow. Flare wasn’t too keen on killing people, and reconnaissance was her niche; so the rules didn’t really mark her mind. Batman then scanned the lot of them before announcing it was done and telling “Fallen” to tell “Singularity”. Singularity was the injured one, as she gathered, and the winged man got up to follow red tornado out the door.


Mack still had something to say, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up to the imposing figure who still stood in the room. After the feline once again sauntered out of the room, shoulder stiff from the attack of the gorilla, she spoke.


“Batman” Mack tried to get his attention, although her voice was quiet


“I have information regarding the heist…” she started, this time louder


“The Brotherhood didn’t get what they wanted” she finished. Hopefully the man did not ask any questions.
 
Batman looked at the young woman. "That's a relief. I assume you had something to do with that outcome?"
 
Flare simply nodded, not wanting to give out too much about how she got there and what she did. Batgirl had seen her fire the beam, but to her knowledge, the girl did not know that she could turn invisible. It was an advantage, although small, that she would keep to herself for now…


“Nor will they ever get to it, if my concussive beam destroyed it like planned” she comments, nodding as if she was convincing herself.
 
Rosa shook her head then sighed, "Fine I'll have somebody look at my shoulder," she said looking around for a doctor. She saw swarms of them but decided to deal with it later plus Fallen had just taken off his shirt and that was definitely a bonus. She followed him over to the medical supplies and grabbed some iodine and a bandage, "I'll be back," she said disappearing behind a curtain in the medical room. Modesty had never been her strong point plus they could only see a shadow of her form. She unzipped her black and catsuit pulling her hair over her other shoulder, arching her neck she was able to see the very edge of the wound but she knew it extended further. With a low hiss she began to pour the iodine down her shoulder, the pain was immediate and Rosa just managed to hold back a yelp but a gasp did escape her lips. She grit her teeth and the burning began to subside, placing the edge of the bandage on her shoulder Rosa began to wrap it across her body. She started by just wrapping the cut on the top of her shoulder then she slowly began to work her way down so that the whole cut was covered. Rosa inspected her medical job in the screen of a computer, the bandage formed a one shoulder half shirt securing her bruised shoulder and preventing to much blood loss. Pulling her jump suit back over her shoulders she only zipped it part of the way up because it pulled on the bandage if she zipped it any further.


Stepping out from behind the curtain she heard the tail end of the conversation When Fallen asked her to show him the town a half smile curled across her lips, "Sounds fun," she practically purred.
 
Troy stood quietly in the room until he couldn't stand the fact that his father was still in it. That inconsiderate Bastard. Troy mustered up the courage he needed to yell at his father for how he'd wronged him. "Hey! Bastardman! Yeah I'm talking to you! Why? Because your and inconsiderate little mother ******! You just don't leave your son with his aunt for six months and then return and say,"I was testing you." That's not right! The only goo thing about this team is that I get to see Alice and I'll finally get to see my mother again. Did you notice I wear her crest and not yours," Troy yelled at Batman, his father.
 
Looking around at the others, Sheena turns back to Batgirl, taking hold of her arm, her cheeks coloring as she mutters, "Um...do I need to buy a costume? Or move into a...I don't know, superhero dorm house or something?"


When Troy yells at Batman, Sheena's head swivels, and she stares between the two, letting go of Batgirl to watch. "Batman has a kid?"
 
Batgirl nodded slightly to Legs, thinking of Helena and Damian. If the Bat had a weakness, Ladies were his Kyptonite. "As for a costume, I know someone who could make you one that meets your liking. As for the housing factor, we would prefer if you lived closer to a teleporter--dormitory living is unnessecary. Where do you live, if you mind me asking?" Batgirl told her politely.---"Certainly," Xavier said with a kindly smile, "If you'll pardon me, I must speak with the physicians and engineers in charge of this little project," He rolled away to tlk with the doctors about their strategy plan and whatnot.
 
"Well...I would need one that, like, doesn't cost a lot...or else I'd need tons of them...or if you could make one that doesn't shred up when I shift? Like, when I shift my clothes totally shred up and I have to wear new ones...is there a kind that sort of meshes with me when I go Lycan, so when I turn back I'm not naked?" Sheena blushes a little as she asks this, then evades Batgirl's question. The truth is that she is currently and has for some time been homeless, and she isn't sure yet it's safe or desirable for you to know that. "I have a place I stay," she replies vaguely.
 
"Okay, I was going to offer you a place at my home if you didnt have one, we have a teleporter close at hand, so it wouldnt be a problem. As for your suit, again, we can make one that suites your personal need-slash-liking. There of course is a fabric we use in these circumstances, in the likeness to a stretch material, the kind Mr. Fantastic uses," Batgirl explained. She glanced over at Wonderboy, still seething over the confrontation with his father. She reserved her feelings about family, she didn't need hers, and she was fine off with the family she had and damn thankful for it.
 
Relieved by the reply to her question about a costume, Sheena nods, smiling for the first time, though hesitantly. "Okay...that sounds good."


She doesn't answer Batgirl's offer for her to stay in her home; although she believes at this point that she can be trusted, she doesn't know yet if she can be to the extent that she would agree to live with her. Still...what could be worse than sleeping on a fire escape with one eye open in the middle of January?
 
Seeing his joke sank in dead air, Deadeye just sighed and moved on. Inside the conference room, he's finally meeting Batman. He figured that he would be extremely intimidating to keep someone like Nightwing in check. He wasn't quite fond of Nightwing and all his seriousness.


He listened intently in what Batman had to say. He saw a few walk out of the room but opted to stay. He felt slightly uncomfortable. Deadeye thought that he didn't belong to this place. With his record and all, he felt a great deal of awkwardness as he sat with them in the same room.


After the Flare had talked to Batman and another person went berserk flailing curses and insults, Deadeye thought it was an opportune time to butt in. "Ah, excuse me Mr. Wayne, Would I be mistaken to believe that I'm involved in all of this? Cause you see, I'm not exactly the type you see saving people..." he explained.


"Ah yes. There's also you." Batman stared sharply at Deadeye. "Considering your records, you would still serve as a great asset to this team. I certainly dont trust you but you don't seem to be the type of person most people think of you..."


"Really now. Just how much do you know about me?" he challenged. He was confident about cleaning up after himself that even if it was Batman, he would hardly find anything about him.


"Derrick Reaves, Anthony Walker, Steve Cade. Aliases and names you've adopted and used before. You're real name is Marcus Lawson. You were kidnapped when you were just ten. The son of James and Silvia Lawson. You weren't just an ordinary boy before. You had inhuman reflex which attracted the attention of a criminal ring that worked for Slade and was brought into the so-called Dead Island project. You've escaped and entered the criminal underworld, carefully hiding your identity, hell-bent on taking down this criminal ring called Genesis. After working as an assassin you've had a change of heart. The Genesis was shut down by the Justice League and you've lost your sense of purpose. You wandered throughout America as a master thief for the rest of your career. Strange, all your money goes to a certain bank account in London, named after Maria Lawson. Maria Lawson was your younger sister who was orphaned after your parents passed away. She now lives with your uncle and aunt. You avoid making contact with her to avoid compromising her safety. Should I say more?" Batman spoke in a long straight manner with few pauses that it was almost hard to absorb everything.


Deadeye was awestruck at first before finally saying anything. "You're good. Impressive."


"So will you cooperate now?" Batman answered.


Still awestruck, Deadeye meekly replied with "C-Certainly. If you say so.". He then looked at Batgirl with a very confused and curious look in his face.
 
Batgirl raised an eyebrow as Dead Eye gave her a strange expression. Most of the information Batman relayed hadnt surprisedher, having known this before hand with most emphasize on Genesis and the Dead Island Project, however the private information 'had' caught her off guard, information that she had not been briefed on.
 
"Thanks." He started looking around and saw a window. It was just large enough, and he could fit through the opening. As he was walking over, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Almost forgot." he turned back to Jonathan, pulled out his cell phone, and showed him Jacobs phone number. He had a feeling Rosa could see it too, but that didnt bother him. "In case you need me for anything. Pass it on to the others. Oh, and tell them not to bother tracking it. I had someone make sure i'm covered. I may be part of a team, but that doesnt mean i'll have people know everything i do."


Jacob straightened up his coat, and walked over to open the window. "If anyone needs me, i'll be at his place setting myself up. I'll be up for whatever after about 8."


Leaving his statement in the air, he launched out the window and flew off to Jonathan's apartment.
 
Her eyes flitting between Batman, as he lists this long list of Deadeye's trangressions and history, Sheena's ears suddenly redden, and she is careful to meet no one's eyes. She knows very well that her own history at least strongly rivals his...and all it would take was for them to find out her true name, to look up her records or....god forbid, track down her father...to find out just who it was that they had trustingly invited to be a part of their gang of heroes- a word she would never associate with herself.


What would all of these people, people dedicated to saving the world and being responsible role models and all that kind of thing, say if they knew the truth about everything she was? What if they knew that Sheena was a runaway, had lived on the streets sometimes with her self-created gang, sometimes alone, for nearly five years? What would they say if they knew that stealing and prostitution had until recently been a daily practice for her, that she had been expelled from high school, spent nearly a year in juvie, that she had kidnapped a man for ransom with her former gang and one of them had almost killed him? What would they say if they knew she had faked her own death, that she had betrayed her own best friend, to the point that the girl's mother figure was murdered, and all of it was on Sheena's head?


She was trying to live as invisible life as possible...and yet she had involved herself with Oracle, she had thrown herself head first into this dangerous situation with the others, and she had just agreed to be a superhero, part of a superhero team, where she would not only be out there in the public making herself more than just known but WONDERED about, even in costume...she was also putting herself constantly around people with the skills to easily find out exactly who she was.


What had she just got herself into?


Maybe she should just slip away and never return...maybe she was fooling herself.
 
As Jacob flew over the city, he began thinking about his family, what they would say if they knew what his intentions were. He smiled at the thought that his mother would wave her finger at him for talking back to her, his father tell him about his experiences while growing up, and his sister never dropping an argument without having the last word. Eventually, he noticed the college he went to before he changed. The music he sand, the drama's he performed, and then the nightmare returned. Joker's little prank during a drama festival. Batman stopped most of the chaos, only a few died from it all. Why did his parents have to be part of the few?


Soon, he saw Jonathan's home in sight, and dived into a near-by ally to avoid curious eyes. Folding his wings underneath his coat, he walked up and opened the door to Jonathan's place.
 
Batgirl patted Leg's arm, "Think about it, okay, if you'll excuse me," She pardoned herself and approached Flare and Batman in their conversation, addressing Flare she said, "I overheard your conversation, what exactly was the Brotherhood after? Any information will help, to get us closer to their ultimate plan,"
 
When no one is paying attention to her, Sheena slips out of the room in silence; although she is still committed in her mind to being part of the team, her doubts and fears are such that she cannot yet bring herself to stand among them, where they might read them clearly.
 
Batgirl catches Legs leaving from the corner of her eye, she turned around and called to her thinking she was just leaving for the day, "We're gonna have another quick meeting here tomorrow, around eleven am, 'kay, Legs?"
 
Jumping slightly, Sheena turns, then nods tightly; she'll figure out what she's going to do about all this tonight. For now, she'll have to concentrate on finding somewhere to go for the night before deciding what she'll be doing for the rest of her nights, though.
 
"OK Bastardman, I hope I don't see you too often maybe three times a year!" Troy screamed. Troy walked away from his dad in a fit of rage and walked over to Batgirl. "Alice, why did he have to be the one in charge? How hard is it to choose Superman, Wonder Woman, or Martian Manhunter to be our den mother?" Troy asked.
 
Batgirl stood awkwardly, truth was she didn't have an answer. Batman had surprised ever her with the news of the new team, she was still chewing on her nerves, "Er..."


Batman replied for her, answering cooly, "I am not the 'den mother', Wonderboy. Red Tornado is your designated 'den mother', Batgirl has no say in this. Red Tornado volunteered himself, the Young Justice should consider themselves lucky to have his guidance,"
 
Although Batman was certainly let Flare get away with her vague answers, his attention now turned to Deadeye. Batgirl didn’t have the same leniency, as she approached Batman and her and asked what the brotherhood was looking for.


“…Experimental weaponry is my best bet, it just looked like a big machine to me” she replied vaguely, lying.


Mackenzie Birch knew exactly what it was, having a look at its name in the inventory sheet of the vault. As far as anyone knew, although Batman did make her fear for her personal life, Flare and Mack were not the same person. She now counted herself lucky that she had destroyed both her key and identification cards in the blast.
 
Batgirl nodded, she would have to investigate further later, realizing everyone was probably stressed out. There was still a number of things she had to do before she could relax at home. Batgirl sighed to herself. Flare looked a bit uneasy as if she felt out of place, "Okay, then, thank you. You may go and rest up, take the teleporters back to Metropolis, there are a series of them in the area, so you should be able to find one relitively close to your home," Batgirl smiled behind her mask, "I'd like to have another meeting here tomorrow, around eleven. And thank you...again,"
 
As Sheena walks alone down the sidewalk in front of her recently exited building, head bowed, hands shoved in pockets, she wonders if this was, after all, what Oracle intended for her. She had not known Oracle long, and was in fact still not fully sure she trusted her...but if she could, and her calling her to the scenes of action was intended as a deliberate way to bring about these changes for her...


Coming across a building with broken windows within her grasp, she pulled herself onto their sill and then up onto its roof, sitting with her legs drawn to her chest. She could stay here for the night, if she had to, and if not, it was a good place to think. She always enjoyed being up high.
 
"Whatever, you ass," Troy said. Not only was he caught off guard by his father showing up he was obviously pissed off. Troy started to walk by the teleporters when he was stopped by a tall woman in a red and blue leotard. She had two golden Ws across her breasts. He looked up to see the face of his mother. She looked down at him and smiled. "I see you got your Christmas presents," Wonder Woman said pointing to troys gauntlets and lasso. Troy was in shock. His mother who he hadn't ever really seen or spoken to was talking to him. Troy hugged her and she said,"Troy I've missed you."
 
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