Young Justice RP :: semi lit

Alice didn't look upset but pursed her lips in contemplation, she surveyed the girl quickly behind the safety of her dark glasses, she didn't want to make the poor girl even more nervous--Alice sadly recognized the look people gave her when they felt self conscious, she prefered to were a leather jacket and some boots or something, but according to her sophisitation director, that was off limits except for days on the town and not important meetings and such. It was obvious she had had a rough night, Alice took a light breath then said softly, "Do you still need a place to stay?" Despite what she would say, Alice waved her hand to the one other seat in the car, "Hop on in, and we can talk on the way," She smiled reassuringly.
 
"Well..." Sheena glances at the car, again self-conscious at the thought of climbing inside; she feels like just by sitting in it she'd be messing it up or making it dirty.


Although she has convinced herself that she does in fact want to be part of Young Justice, and that she can no longer live on the streets the way she has been and still manage to be in Young Justice and meet all that it will likely require from her as well, she is unaccustomed to asking for help or accepting favors, and it is very difficult for her to finally nod stiffly and climb inside the car.
 
Alice drove along, the car curving down the hill the Wayne manor was built on, and towards the town. She decided to drive to D.C, she was a bit of a speedster, normally it would take about two hours, but for her, in Bell, it took her about fourty five...she has a few tricks up her sleeve. She entered a fairly deserted three lane interstate and started to gain speed, "So, do you still need a place to stay?" Alice asked casually, staying exclusivly in the express lane except for the few times she had to weave in and out of the lane to skip around another car.
 
Sheena is sitting up straight, her posture and expression a little tense at Alice's driving, and takes a while to respond, still trying to carefully word her answer in her mind before speaking. "Well...I don't NEED one...I mean, I could get by fine without one. But..." she pauses, then bursts out with, "THAT was your house back there?"
 
Johnathan had finished his surgery a couple of hours ago. He was exhausted,and his waistline felt like it was resting in a bet of sharp,barbed hot irons. With an exasperated sigh,he looked over his PSP at the legs attached to his waist. They were matte black,with cool yellow highlights and contours,with red at the sides of the joints. These cyberlegs will allow him to move again. They will carry him into glory,wealth,and happiness. He looked back at his PSP screen,the reason why he was annoyed. There was an image of a gold and maroon suit of armour,with a black glass visor,floating,presumably dead,on a black screen,with "Game Over" on the top,with "Load Game" and "Continue?" on the bottom,as buttons.


He selected "Continue",and tried the fight again. In retrospect,he probably shouldn't have selected the difficulty as "Critical". Immediately he began mashing at buttons,and furiously manipulating the thumbstick. "Dodge,dodge,dodge,block-counter hammer,thunder surge...Crap,that hurt;heal..." A few minutes later,he shouted out, "Oh,COME ON! Square wouldn't have been able to make a more unfun and unfair boss if they tried!"
 
Alice smiled, "To be technical, no. I live there and call it home, but I by no means own it," she laughed lightly, Bruce was one of the wealthiest men in the world, she just happened to live there with him, "However, Bell is mine, I own her," Alice stroked the dash board lovingly. Then she glanced at Legs and said, "You are most certainly welcome to stay the night, see how you like it, if you find it comfortable, you are welcome to stay. We have plenty of room to extend our generosity,"
 
"No kidding," Legs blurted before she could censor herself, then, still blushing, she looks away, directing her gaze out the window as she replies more carefully, "I think...I'll do that. If that's okay."
 
"Its perfectly fine," Alice said, calmly in a laid back tone, "You look like you've been on the run for a while, everyone can use a bit of 'R and R'," Alice was speeding so fast down the interstate, cars had no chance of catching her plate number if they tried, she was easily breaking the speed limit by seventy miles per hour. The driving part didn't phase her in the least, as she was an expert at diving all sorts of vehicles, and her acute reflexes had yet to fail her. She wizzed past another car, but as a precaution she pressed a button on the dash that was disguised as a knob for the radio. The car started to change colour as if the red particles where floating to the surface of the paint, soon the car was painted a glossy bloody red. Alice smirked, did she mention this was her favourite car?
 
By this point Sheena has absolutely no interest in trying to explain herself further; she is in fact clutching her seatbelt and staring ahead of herself with her eyes wide, scared speechless by the speed at which Alice is driving and not daring to take her eyes off the road even as she's afraid to look. When the car changes color it takes her a while to notice, but she doesn't comment when she does, nor does she reply to Alice's remark about her needing to relax. She concentrates on breathing evenly, praying not to get so scared she can't control herself from wolfing out. The last thing she needs to do in this freakin' expensive car, while Batgirl is driving so fast, is shift into her Lycan form and distract her further.
 
"By the way, call me Alice," she said, figuring it was gonna get out sometime. She glanced over and realized how terrified Legs is, she laughed lightly, "Sorry about that, I promise we wont wreck, I've been doing this for a while--but we're almost there anyways," She passed another car, and once they were out of sight Alice changed Bell's colour to a navy blue. Another quick twenty miles passed and she began to slow down since they were coming close to D.C. and Alice needed to get on a busier interstate were it would be dangerous to drive to fast.
 
Sheena lets out her breath in a shaky rush as you slow down, realizing she's shaking, and tries to cover this, clinching her hands into fists. She debates telling you her true name for several minutes before talking herself into it; after all, if she's going to try to trust you enough to join Young Justice and stay at your mansion of a house, shouldn't she at least try to trust you with her first name? "My...my real name is Sheena. Well...actually my real name's Margaret...but...I went by Sheena. Used to, anyway."
 
"What would you prefer me to call you?" Alice glanced over her shoulder, then pressed another knob making the liscense plate in the back flip over to an alternative one belonging to a none existant person. Alice slowed down even more, coming into a subberb, she drove into the town and found a parking garage. There was a toll booth and Alice pulled out a card, the scanner on the booth read it and let her in. She drove around on the first floor to a wall, the wall opened to reveal a private parking space, what a common person would assume to be a exclusive private parking space. Alice pulled in and the door shut behind them. There was a slight shifting as the platform the car was on was lowered. When it came to a stop, another door opened and a disembodied voice sounded, "Recognized: Batgirl: zero, three, nine, seven," a narrow two laned passage stretched ahead of them illuminated by yellow lights placed in intervals down the tunnel. Alice switched the lights on and drove on casually. With the top down they could hear the sounds of the sports car's engine echo off of the walls.
 
Mack woke up the next morning determined, rolling out of bed and into the shower the moment her alarm had gone off. Despite going to bed sort of late yesterday, she had set her alarm to fix some loose ends today. After her warm shower, she had gotten dressed in a tank top and some baggy sweats, her lazy clothing as she got ready to do her laundry. After tossing them in the washer at the end of the hall, along with a quarter and soap, she headed back to her room.


Taking a seat in front of her laptop and starting it up, she grabbed the phone to dial a number that was by now, ingrained into her mind. After the fifth ring the secretary answered in a rather rushed voice to please hold, and Mack turned on the speaker phone as the music started. As she logged into her computer, she did the regular tasks of cleaning out her internet history, as well as cache. Her back-up hard-drive was rechecked as well as her normal drive as her trained eyes scanned the pages.


“Hello, Mr. Bayer’s office!” the secretary chirped up and Mack jumped in her seat, her fingers even shifting to the correct keys that started the sequence of system reboot.


“Hi, can you patch me through?” she says after the held breath passes her lips,


“May I ask who’s speaking?” It was probably Julie…


“Just patch me through” she noted, not inclined to tell her who she was.


Julie, or whoever was on the other line had listened to her as the phone started once again on the hold music. Knowing that this was the shorter wait, Mack quickly started up a full-scan of her computer for viruses.


“Hello!?” Mr. Bayer’s voice questioned through the line and she noticed he was already peeved


“Hi, Mr. Bayer…I just wanted to let you know I got out of the building okay” she says, slightly swivelling her chair.


“You think I care!?” he demands, and she catches him swear as the line goes dead with him hanging up the phone.


Mack decides it’s the stress of the building collapsing as she hangs up her end and gets up to look around the house. At least she had left her wallet out of her purse this morning she found it in the safe as it opened, right where she left it. Taking the documents, she scanned through them before throwing them back in and re-locking the safe, nothing particularly important about her identity there. Now she only had to wait…
 
"Gamer heaven, yeah, that seems accurate." Jacob said while watching the screen, "I gotta admit though, if your not ashamed of villains seing your face, wont they find you as easily? not that I'm doubting your not good at your job but-" The doctors came in and took Jonathan away before Jacob could say good luck. While he was gone, one of the nurses walked in the room, closing the door behind her. He turned to face Jacob, revealing an insignia on her shoulder to him.


Jacob knew who she was, and quietly said, "Hail to our mistress and master."


"there's been a change in your mission, Fallen." she said with authority. "Mistress Talia knows of what happened at the Government building, and how-"


"She told me all that already."


The woman gave a few signs of vex at the thought. "T-the point is, the Joker's death is no longer your first priority. There are other matters that need your attention at this time."


Jacobs face began to darken. "What?"


"She didnt say Joker is no longer on the death list. If you get the chance to carry out the sentence, she wont hold you back, but as i said, other matters need your attention."


"Like what?"


She reached down her chest and pulled out a piece of encripted paper, handing it to Jacob. As he scanned it, his features lessened, but concerned.


"It wont be easy." he said with regret. "Batman knows the mistress sent me here, and i'll be working closely with the team from now on."


"You have your orders. Do this and the master will keep his promise." With that, she walked out yelling orders of getting IV and such.


Jacob was walking up to Jonathans room and heard his latest rant. Walking through the door, Jacob said "And that why i hate machines for failing at the-" he stopped midsentence when he saw Jonathans new legs. "...woah. You holding up ok?"
 
Deadeye took a moment to chew on the things he learned from Oracle in their private meeting. He afterwards went back to one of his safehouses in Metropolis. It was his old, normal apartment room. The intentional normality was meant to negate any kind of suspicion that could be thrown at him. Here, he was neither Marcus Lawson nor Deadeye. His persona was a rich student from overseas, Eric Williams. On the far side of his abode was a large balcony. As he entered his home, he threw away pieces of his costume wherever he felt. After a quick change of clothes, Deadeye indulged himself with a soda can which he took out of his refrigerator. He started walking out to his balcony to think about things. It was past midnight and the city was still busy. From where he was standing, he could see the many lights. There was barely any that was turned on in his home that time. He despised bright lights close to him. He preferred being in a dark place. He would feel a sense of security. His thoughts quickly flashed to his earlier conversation with Oracle.


"The anonymous tip about someone from Genesis came from me..." she said as she sat on her chair, being surrounded by computers. "Though it's not entirely false."


"What do you mean?" Deadeye replied in confusion.


"I sent the tip because we needed to observe you. We needed to know how you would respond to things." She turned to her computers and started typing. "I also wanted you to know something. You see, we've heard a lot from Nick Fury and started doing investigations ourselves." she said as she revelead something in her monitors. "Someone is donning your old alias as an assassin, Hitman... and he's extremely dangerous. We were certain it wasn't you because the style is completely different. Not one of your old clients could be completely sure because no one made direct transactions with you. You were always careful." she explained to Deadeye. "Deadeye, you're not entirely a criminal. You're just a vigilante that pretends to be one. Of all your hits and marks, you've always just killed your targets and no one else. What's even more astounding is that all it takes is one bullet to do the job and we have no idea how you make that possible."


Deadeye just listened to her intently. "Seems like you have me figured out." he said sarcastically.


"We know you're capable and we know we you're reliable despite the trust issues. This new Hitman, your impostor, his style is completely different. He leaves no one alive. He's brutal and relentless. Seeing that he's using your alias, he probably knows something about you. There's a small possibility that he's related to Genesis or even Project Dead Island."


"That's impossible. Everyone is dead." Deadeye refuted.


"Still, we could use your specialties and abilities. We'd be glad to help you in return. We know you're still searching for closure..."


He was dragged back to reality when he realized his drink was all out. "Old ghosts came to haunt me eh?" he said to himself. "This better be worth it." He said as he crushed the can and threw it to the trash bin without looking. With that, his mind seems to be settled about joining Young Justice.
 
"Uh...you can call me Sheena if you want...but...I guess for now, just when we're alone." As we pass through into the parking garage, Sheena is sitting up straight again, looking around herself before her eyes go back to you. "Uh...where are you going?"
 
A light started to make itself clear at the end of the tunnel, "We're just going to the Hall of Justice," The tunnel twisted around a few times until there was a large important looking metal door. Batgirl's access code sounded again, there was a quick scan of the car and the metal door opened to a smallish-hanger sized facility, with several rows of cars parked closer to the other side of the room, "This is the parking garage for the Hall," we're directly underneath it. Around the hanger space were several similar tunnels, "This makes it easier to get her quickly since we don't have to worry about traffic, and its covert so nobody has to reveal their identity if they decide to drive here instead of maybe flying or driving their theme car in complete costume." Alice opened the door and stepped gracefully out of her car, not bothering to take off her glasses now that they were inside, or close the convertable top. She picked up a long flat box from behind the driver seat and gestured for Legs to follow her as she walked towards a large modern glass elevator in the center of the room.


The elevator took them up to a room just outside of the teleporter room. Alice led them down to the hospital wing and into Singularity's room. Alice smiled charmingly as she approached the bed, "How are you feeling?" she said, now noticing his new legs.
 
Legs does not verbally reply to any of these explanations, simply nodding and keeping up with her from behind. As they enter the hospital room, she recognizes Singularity and looks him over quickly, trying not to look at his legs, and still remaining quiet, feeling awkward.
 
Troy heard a purr from behind him. He looked back. No one. He looked up. A woman a black leather catsuit with goggles was hanging by a whip from the ceiling. She lowered herself and ruffled Troy's hair. "Congrats on the new team gig champ," the woman purred. "Selina, stop it," Troy said embarrassed.
 
Johnathan shrugged at Fallen's question. "It's extremely painful. But..." He held up his PSP and waved it a bit,still plugged in. "Distractions help. The docs assured me the legs are waterproof,and said that swimming was the best way to regain dexterity in my legs." When Batgirl walked into the room,dressed in civillians,he raised an eyebrow. "The voice is familiar. So,this is the civilian side of Batgirl? I'm fine. Distracting myself from the pain...And the fact that I'm only genetically male,now..." He lifted his shirt,revealing everything from the navel down was metal. "Pelvis was blown to bits,too. And the bottom half of my spine needed reconstruction. So they went whole-hog with that,too. Cyberlegs,cyberspine... Cybercrotch... I'd say I'm about 35% machine,now." He shrugged. "It's not like I was going to use it,anyway."
 
Alice gave an uncomfortable laugh, "Well, I'm not going to apologize for you, that's probably the last thing you want to hear. But I hope I can help with the distractions," she stepped closer to the bed and handed him the box, it was the packaging for a new laptop, "Its a seventeen inch, good for gaming, and--" she cut herself off and rumaged around her purse before pulling out a shiny black credit card and handing it to him as well, "Five hundred dollars in an off-shore account. Blow it on what you will," she scribbled some information on a card, "Here's the card's holder information, social security number and all,"
 
Johnathan was stunned. His mouth opened,then closed,opened again,then closed once more. After lightly slapping himself,which still made a resounding smack,and left a red spot,Johnathan said, "Thank you,Batgirl. This'll go far." He set it down,and noticed everyone was in the room. He checked the clock,and noticed it was 10:30. "So,where's the nearest wheelchair so I can get to that meeting the docs told me about?"
 
Alice turned around and waved at the only medical personel in the room, the nurse hurried away to the nursing station for a wheelchair, then turned around again, "Since you openly share your identity, you can call me Alice," she smiled a bit.
 
Having a difficult time knowing how to say or act, Sheena hangs back, though she does gawk a little at his metal pelvis before quickly averting her eyes. After a while she clears her throat, muttering, "Uh, I'm She- Legs. I'm Legs."
 
Johnathan smiled,and said, "That'll make off-duty conversations less awkward." When the other girl that accompanied Alice spoke up,Johnathan smiled wider. "Johnathan Morris,programmer and mass-centric super mutant known as Singularity." He held out his hand for shaking. "So,does anyone know if the Young Justice positions are paid? This is my career and livelihood,you know."
 
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