#if i see any salt takes about the finale i am going to start kneecapping people

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG Post Games Lynne Part 2

Trigger warning for blood and torture. Tagging: @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Atwater!), @maple-writes, @nightskywriter, @rhikasa, @pen-of-roses, @aeslin-writes, @the-moving-finger-writes, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @makeitmonstrous, and @timefirewrites!

The day of the interview and the day after the interview, the Shades put me through tests of endurance and mental strength. And they kept talking about how much the transfer of magic would hurt while they smiled. During the interview, my rebellious words had just slipped out, and I heard screams, and I thought I could make out Nesri. That was accompanied with a shock. Wonderful. Churi had been telling the truth.

Two days after the interview, I was supposed to get the magic. Peacekeepers were escorting me to the room where the Shades were going to perform the “ceremony”, as they called it, and I was biting my nails. I hadn’t been allowed to wander, of course, so I had no idea where I was or where the others were being held. I hadn’t even been able to talk to Lynn or Aster before or after the interview. I was completely isolated, and I had no idea what to do.

I glanced up as we passed a man wearing a greatcoat that reminded me of Triel’s. He had a scarred face with a beard and black-gray hair. He wasn’t walking in a straight line, as if the ground was moving under him. Was he drunk?

As I was watching him, I stumbled, and one of the Peacekeepers grumbled and shoved me forward. I fell down (since I wasn’t used to walking well on two legs again) as the other Peacekeepers snickered, and the heat rushed to my face. The Peacekeeper who shoved me stopped, and I looked back to see the man we had passed had put a hand on his shoulder.

He turned, and the man smiled at him. “Good morning, Lieutenant. Excuse me, but I couldn’t help noticing you dropped five days’ pay just back there.”

The Peacekeeper’s brow furrowed. “No, I didn’t.”

The man tsked. “Behavior infraction. I’m assuming you’ve read your handbook, stand-up fellow like you.” He flicked the Peacekeeper’s collar. “Class B breach of etiquette: restrictions on the use of physical force to redirect, slow, hurry, or otherwise manipulate the position of—”

“A citizen of the Capitol, which she is not,” another Peacekeeper cut in, her voice cold.

“She’s property,” another muttered.

The comments made me both want to fight them and make myself as small as possible at the same time. I just bowed my head as the man continued.

“Flickerman said on national television that she was saved from the arena. The law states that any refugees deliberately rescued by officials of Panem are granted the rights of citizenship until otherwise stated and changed according to the wishes of the refugee or the District by which they were saved.” I looked up at him with a frown, as he looked over at me. He offered a hand, and I took it and stood up with his help. Who was he, and why was he being nice?

He looked back at the Peacekeepers. “You five head to the Processing Department. My report should make it there before you do. I’ll escort Ms. Marne to Experiment Room Number 10 from here. I see no reason this shouldn’t go smoothly.” He looked sharply at the Peacekeepers who started to protest even as he smiled at them. “The last thing this administration needs right now in the midst of a media crisis and half-baked coverup is a barrel of monkey wrenches fucking things up.” The Peacekeepers nodded and left.

Once they were out of sight, he started walking the opposite direction from where I had been headed before. I scrambled to catch up to him. “Could you please introduce yourself? Are you a high-up working with the Shades?”

“Yes and no, in that order. Who are the Shades?”

I frowned. “The group I am supposed to be escorted to.” Who was he?

“And I take it you’d rather not be escorted to them?”

“Of course I don’t want to be escorted to them and get their fucking magic!” I paused and my hand brushed the shocker. “But…I have to…”

He ignored that completely. He pointed. “Bathrooms’re that way?”

What the fuck? “I guess… Who are you?”

“District 6 mentor. Okay, pretty much just Rebecca’s mentor. And whatever else the gentry’s put me to use for since technically not losing my Games 30-odd years ago. Hugo Atwater.” He mimed tipping a hat.

I perked up at his mention of Rebecca’s name. But how much did he know about her and her plans in the arena? “Did you know her before she was reaped?”

He fought a smile. “Ah. So, she didn’t mention me. I’m wounded. Yes, we know each other. Well enough to share the secrets about the rather ambitious alliance she was planning.” I sucked in a breath at that. So, he knew. Maybe he also could confirm if they had actually been captured by the Capitol.

“Sharp kid, that one. Worked her way into a specialized trip the gentry cooked up—they have me conducting trains these days mostly. Disguised herself, and there wasn’t a one she didn’t fool, present company included. Once she sets her mind to something, it’s as good as hers, no matter the laws or kneecaps she needs to get through to get it. And, by the by, feel free to turn right at your earliest possible convenience, lass.”

I smiled a little as a twinge of happiness pulled at my chest. It felt like an honor to be called lass. And the way he talked about Rebecca was so warm and friendly, I just felt comfortable around him. I had been around Iri as a child, and this felt similar. I looked over at him as we turned right. “Do you know if Rebecca got out safely? They’ve told me that everyone else in the alliance was captured as well, and I don’t know if I should believe them.”

Worry flickered in his eyes before he shook his head. “These folks are not, in my experience, to be trusted with something so delicate as the truth, my dear. A mutual friend has followed a promising lead into the heart of the Capitol. Either she’s found her Rebecca alive and well, with friends in tow, or she’s raised holy hell. Considering the planet isn’t currently a barren wasteland, I’d wager your alliance is fine. And if they’re worth their salt, they’ll be on their way to prying you from this fix as we speak.”

I breathed out long and slow. That made sense. Triel would have probably raised hell too. Atwater stopped in a room where no one else was, and I smiled at him. “Thank you for your help. But I don’t know if I’m worth the trouble. The Shades won’t stop hunting me if I escape them again. It might be better if I’m left behind.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but yours is not the popular opinion there. If the plans are already in motion, you’re quite outnumbered by people who do believe you’re worth the trouble.” He paused. “Present company included.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I looked away. They would just be chased the rest of their lives if they helped me. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I needed that.” But why did he even care?

“We can make their job a little easier. If we can make it to an exit—”

There was a pounding knock on the door, and I jumped as Atwater stood up with steely eyes. The door slammed open, and eight Peacekeepers walked in, pointing their guns at us. I glanced over at Atwater, as he adopted a nonchalant stance.

The lead Peacekeeper glared at us. “What is the meaning of this? Ms. Marne was supposed to go to Experiment Room Number 10!”

“As I was just explaining to her and now have to explain to you because someone else farther up the line evidently didn’t do their job which I now have to do, she’s been rescheduled to the Office of Publicity first for a photoshoot. Before and after, I suppose.”

“No, she isn’t.” I flinched at the voice. Churi walked to the front of the group and up to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. “The Capitol wouldn’t dare postpone such an important ceremony.” He grinned over at Atwater. “And now, you’re invited.”

He grimaced. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard of a class B breach of etiquette from the Peacekeeping handbook?”

Churi clicked his tongue. “A shame that the Capitol already pardoned any…unseemly behavior my group decides to do.” He snapped his fingers, and four Peacekeepers restrained Atwater, while the other four surrounded us. Churi kept a hold of my arm as he pulled me along.

He shook his head at me as we walked. “I’m surprised, especially, at you, Ms. Marne. I would have thought we had given you enough incentive to not stray from your path.”

I hissed out a breath as my blood started to boil. I glanced over at Atwater. He had made me feel safe and bolder. I wasn’t going to just take this anymore. I glared at Churi. “I won’t believe your fucking lies.” I flinched as a shock went through me.

Churi laughed. “You poor, dear girl.”

He didn’t say anything else as we walked, and we finally got to the room. Nine other Shades were standing in a circle, facing an open area. Atwater was brought to the side, and a scientist walked up to me. Churi held out my arm, and she took my blood. I started shaking as she walked over to the first Shade, took the needle off the syringe, and handed it to the Shade. Each Shade was holding something glowing.

Churi pulled me into the center of the circle and pushed me down so I was kneeling. He moved back, but three Peacekeepers grabbed hold of me and kept me from moving. I had expected something unpleasant, but this was too creepy. I started breathing faster, and my eyes found Atwater, but he couldn’t help me. Still, he was staring back at me, and there was support in his eyes.

Churi bowed to me. “Thank you for your cooperation. I hope this transfer won’t be too painful.” He was smiling too widely. “There is no need to explain the process. The magic will be transferred now.”

Churi joined the circle, and the Shade holding the syringe let a drop fall into the glowing ball in her hand, and the ball glowed red instead. As she walked forward, I glared at Churi and choked out some words, even as I was shaking. “I will not be your puppet.”

He just laughed as the Shade reached me and pushed the glowing red ball into my chest. Pain. Burning, aching pain. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears flowed down my cheeks, and I screamed. My chest burned. I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t get away.

The Peacekeepers held me still as I tried to thrash out of their grip. I didn’t see the next Shade approach me, but when they touched me, the pain intensified. And kept intensifying with each touch, until all ten were transferred to me. I didn’t know if anyone else was screaming, or if I was the only one. Tears blurred my vision, my throat was raw, and all I could feel was pain. It wasn’t going away. It wasn’t going away.

By the time I was aware of my surroundings again, Churi was kneeling in front of me, his face inches from mine. The Peacekeepers hadn’t let me fall to the ground. He laughed and placed a hand on my face, wiping away my tears. “You are our property, Ms. Marne. We chose you ten years ago. You slipped away from us then, but we always get our property back. You won’t be able to escape again. I wouldn’t expect you’d have the strength to do much after this ceremony anyway. Tonight, we will have a public demonstration of the magic the Capitol so graciously gave you. I’m afraid it will be agony to use the magic so soon after the ceremony, Ms. Marne, but I know you can do it. I will be visiting you later to teach you how to use the magic.” He snapped his fingers, and the Peacekeepers made me stand up. They started walking off, and I looked back at Atwater one last time as Churi turned to him. “I have some words for you before we let you go…”

#tw: blood #tw: torture #writeblr hunger games #whg #writeblr

[kdenbibi]

Endless Chapter 5

Damian Wayne x Reader (x various)

Summary:Some questions are answered, some questions arise.

Warnings: Slight language, war flashbacks to Discowing

Authors Note: Yeet, hope ya like it

Tag List: @mirajanestrauss1999

I walked into the small coffee shop, shaking the snow from my beanie as I trudged towards the very back, my long winter jacket fluttered from the speed I was walking, I silently thanked the Lord they had the heater blasting in here.I peeled off the coat, tossing it in the empty booth in the back I'd been instructed to snag.  I tried my best not to let my nerves show, although to be fair I was meeting a complete stranger all by my lonesome, unfortunately Jon got an urgent call and had to bail, he seemed pretty hesitant to leave but after some reassurance that I'd be okay he dipped. Seconds felt like hours as I waited for the guy to show, my fingers drummed down on the worn down surface to the beat of the Christmas song softly drifting throughout the shop. The cheery atmosphere did nothing to quell the anxiety in my stomach, if the smell of cinnamon in the air and overall warmth the cafe provided couldn't help, then yeah I was definitely nervous. I tugged off my knit beanie, and attempted to smooth out the serious case of hat hair I had going on, thankfully, I braided my hair earlier so the loose curls sticking out looked on purpose, my fingers, now bored with the drumming, toyed with the ends of braid as a means of distraction. I felt my eye wander from the homely decorations hung up and around the walls, to watching the world go by through the window. I took in the sight, the snow had finally started to come down in Gotham so people were bundled up almost comically, and despite it being  below 40° outside, they went about their lives as usual, whenever new folks paid our city a visit, they were always perplexed at Gothamites abilities to ignore the freezing temperatures. I have to admit as sweet as the snow falling was to watch, hands down my favorite thing about this time of year was the city's tradition to string up what looked to be a million Christmas lights above and through downtown, making the usual dim, dark, nights much brighter. I was so in my thoughts I jumped at the sudden body very casually-and very loudly I might add- sliding into the booth across from me, I ended up slamming my knees into the table so hard the salt and pepper shakers knocked over. I whispered a curse under my breath as I rubbed at my newly bruised knee, and before I could roast the unwanted stranger, my head snapped up to see a familiar grin. "Yikes- that sounded like it hurt, you okay kid?" "Besides needing new kneecaps? Yeah just peachy - thanks for asking strange grown man." Said random man gave a warm laugh at my response, I took in his appearance, trying to gage if he was a threat or not, I could tell even sitting down the guy had a few good inches on me, he was wrapped in a brown bomber jacket, underneath was a crisp white shirt just asking to be stained by the grease that came with living here. He simply smiled while I analysed him, familiarity pinged in my head once I laid eyes on him grin. I scanned over his facial features, trying my damnedest to figure out where the hell I knew him from, his eyes were almost the same shade of electrifying  blue as Jon's, his hair fell in tufts of black waves, the few scattered snowflakes atop the waves made the black stand out even more.

All I got from my mini evaluation was this guy was hot, but I wasn't about to lower my defenses because of it.

He broke the silence before I could, suddenly looking confused as he glanced around the building. "Hey I thought you were gonna bring a friend? Or are they just hiding out in a vent waiting to ambush me if things go bad?" He joked, and just like that I remembered why I was even here. "Holy shit you're Ni- you're here." He nodded, the goofy grin ever present.My voice cracked mid sentence, I managed to stop myself from basically screaming 'Well butter my biscuits it's Nightwing! In the flesh!' and cleared my throat trying not to show the heat of embarrassment steadily creeping up my neck. "He uh- had to cancel actually, but don't worry I have a plan in case you turn out to be a weirdo." He laughed again, not taking any offense to my sort of threat. "Smart girl." He leaned back against the booth, thumbing through the menu like we were just two buddies catching up over coffee."I wonder if they serve any food, I'm starving.” He waved over the waitress grabbing himself a coffee, "Want something?" I responded still staring at the man confusion plastered across my face."Coco please." After a few moments of silence he spoke, clearly amused.

"You okay over there?"

"What no, wait I mean yeah why- why wouldn't I be." I internally cringed at my answer, he gave me a look which said he didn't but it, but the conversation dropped there.He filled the time spent waiting for our orders with casual stories about his day job as a police officer and how crazy it could be."Moral of the story, don't try to drive after your eyes have been dilated." I nodded, still, if not more nervous than I was earlier, a part of me felt like I should have been taking notes, he sighed into his palm, a smaller smile on his lips. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?" He picked up the dingy napkin dispenser, attempting to look at himself in the just barely reflective surface. I couldn't help the snort from escaping my mouth. "Nah I'm just trying to wrap my head around," I gestured to him with a wave of my hand. "- all this." He put down the dispenser with a smile. "It's pretty weird huh?" "Just a little." I laughed out pinching my fingers together. "I mean you're so - normal." Just then the waitress brought us our orders,He laughed into the coffee mug, taking a long sip before responding. "Well what did you think we did all day, work on our outfits and plan witty comebacks?" I paused before nodding. He sighed, rubbing his temple, "I can't speak for everyone but I happen to be a very normal guy- mostly." "Well 'normal guy' I gotta get your name cuz’ I'm running out of things to call you." He stuck out his hand,"Richard Grayson at your service, but my friends call me Dick." I took his outstretched palm with a firm shake. "Those don't sound like very good friends,” I joked “ I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." After half my drink was gone and the atmosphere was much lighter than earlier, a question popped up in my mind. "Let me ask you a question Dick." "Shoot." "Why'd you come here- you know, out of your whole 'sparkly' get up." He squinted at me, wiping his face before pointing a finger at my face. "First of all it is not 'sparkly', and let me tell you I know sparkly, one version of the costume had a very, very deep v-neck, I'm talking uncomfortable to look at deep, trust me this is an upgrade." I laughed, nearly chocking on my drink as I pictured him in the world's deepest v-neck, I wiped at my mouth with the back of my sleeve, the nerves finally leaving once I realized he was really just a normal dude.

Well a normal dude who kicks ass in tights at night but that's besides the point.

"Okay well that still doesn't tell me why you showed up all not-clad-in-skin-tight-kevlar. Aren't secret identities kind a big deal for y'all spandex junkies?" "Well yeah, but like I said before, you're a good kid, so I'm not all that worried." He leaned forward, a hopeful smile on his face. "Besides, there's gotta be trust between the people you work with- if you'd like to join us spandex junkies that is." I smiled at the man, a new wave of warmth spread through me as he spoke, I mentally paused, searching for any kind of hesitancy from my gut but all I got was a 50/50 ratio of nerves and excitement. "I'm listening, although I can't promise I'll squeeze myself into anything uncomfortable, even if it looks good." "Duly noted." He laughed. We spent the next hour shooting questions back and forth, most of his were unsurprisingly about what I could and could not do.

Mine were mostly about the tights.

By now the sun had set but there were still plenty of people walking about, apparently the threat of crime wasn't about to deter their Christmas shopping. "So what made you change your mind? About calling me that is?" He asked pulling me from my thoughts. I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt out of habit. "Something happened at the bank the other day-" "Wait, that mysterious hero was you?" "Yes and no," I gave a dry laugh "-anyway something..uh new happened with my powers and I figured if anyone could help me it be a dude who spends all his time around other people like me, can't exactly learn about this in chemistry class ya know?" He nodded with a warm smile, before his face shifted into something more of determination, "Look, I'll be honest here, personally I can't relate to the whole 'ooky spooky abilities' deal but I know a few people who do, and we'd all be willing to help." I gave him a soft smile, a warm feeling of appreciation swelled in my chest. "Thank you- I mean it really, I have no idea where it comes from- or what the full extent of it is." I huffed leaning back into the seat. "It sure be nice not to worry about it any more." "Again, like I said, it's kind of our job to help and protect. So it's not a problem kiddo." 

This felt like a moment from those sappy films where the older sibling figure ruffles the younger ones hair affectionately, but it wasn't.

Because if he tried it, I'd stab his hand with my fork out of reflex.

"So what's the plan here, am I gonna meet up with you in your secret lair and practice?" He chuckled out a no before continuing. "Not exactly, I'll have to finalize things with the big guy and when everything's ready we'll come to you." "Big guy?" He looked at me questioningly, a small smirk curling on his lips, waiting for me to come to my own conclusion. "Oh shit you mean Batman oh. OH." He shushed me with a laugh looking around at the other patrons before turning back to me. "Don't worry he's not at scary as everyone thinks." "Are you shitting me? Hell no." I shook my head with an uneasy laugh."He's on the Babadooks level- He's on that Freddy .vs. Jason level of scary." He barked out a laugh before pulling out the money to cover our bills. "Trust me kid, you'll do fine." "What if he doesn't like me? What if I don't make the cut and he throws me out a six story window?"

"That's oddly specific and-" he looked around for the sake of dramatics and whispered. "You didn't hear this from me, but if it'll make you feel better, you won't be dealing with him much." "Wait- who will I be dealing with then?" He winced out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck."See now I really can't tell you that."I pouted at the older man,"Dude! You said it yourself, there should be trust between people working together, don't contradict yourself Richard." I spoke with grin. "Damnit you got me there." He snapped his fingers together before leaning in "Okay but I'm only telling you because I think you deserve a warning." My brows shot up in concern at that. "Why would I need a warning exactly?" "Well, you remember that kid I had to stop from turning you to mincemeat?" "Yeah sure, I remember the goblin." He said nothing else, calmly sipping his mug, eyes cast away from me, making me realize exactly who he meant. "Shit."

Damian POV

I easily dodged Jon's incoming fist, his stance was wrong and his punches were sloppy, he was distracted by something. I used this to land a firm kick to the back of his exposed knee, bringing him down with a wince worthy thud.My heel pressed into the center of his back as I leaned down to the struggling teenager, the pressure increased on his back the lower I went. After realizing he wasn't getting up any time soon he tapped on the mat twice, signaling his defeat. "You're terrible at this you know." I offered him a hand after he managed to roll onto his back, he scoffed at me but took my offer, pulling himself into a standing position."Well yeah, thats the whole point of you training me." He rolled his shoulders before setting his feet in the proper position. He motioned at me to come at him, I simply walked towards the nearest bench and took a seat. "Aw come on Damian! You told me to come home and train but you won't even-" "You are distracted, in a real fight that would kill you." I spoke before taking a short sip from my water bottle. "Sort yourself out Jonathan." I watched the boy from the corner of my eye, his face was furrowed in frustration, I could tell he was losing his cool, it brought a smirk to my face. "I'm not distracted-" "You and I both know I'm not wrong, so talk, spew your problems like some prepubescent child, if it'll get your mind in the game."He sighed plopping down to sit on the slightly worn down mat, "I'm just a little worried about (y/n)-" "Why is there an update?" I spoke up interrupting him. He shook his head no. "Besides what happened at the bank? Nothing, I would have told you." He spoke that last line with a hint of bitterness, when I first told him to get intel on the girl, he was completely against the idea. My mind flashed to that first initial morning where they walked off together, a plan had came to my head to get the information I needed without doing much of anything. As the week progressed, I'd ask the Kryptonian if anything interesting happened with her, hoping she'd share with the boy, but unfortunately for me, he began to catch on. "Damian, can I ask you something?" "You just did but fine, go ahead." We sat at our usual lunch table, the everyday chaos of high school chatter blended our conversation into the background. "Why are you so curious about (y/n)?" I looked up from my book to meet his suspicious gaze."Is it wrong to be curious, Kent?" His leaned into his hand, the puzzlement in his eyes never faltering."No there's nothing wrong with that! its just, you don't really take interest in, well anything." I stared at him unimpressed. "No offense! I meant normal teenage stuff, like I only ever see you talk to a few people here, and whenever we talk it's about her." I won't lie, his intellect surprised me, but I didn't let it show. "She's seems like a nice person is all." I watched as his suspicion fell and the smile on his face grow into something mischievous. "So would you say she'd make a good friend?" My face scrunched in confusion."What?- sure yes if it'll shut you up." And with that he suddenly rose before making his way across the cafeteria, to my dismay he came back with the girl in question. (Y/n) looked between us, clearly just as confused as I was."Are you gonna tell me what was so urgent or keep me standing here like boo boo the fool?" "Damian wanted to know if you would sit with us for lunch!" Our eyes met, her's skeptical, mines more surprised than angry that the little shit had it in him to do this. I realized she was waiting for my confirmation, obviously not buying what Jon said. "If you want." I spoke after clearing my throat. An uneasy smile made it's way on her face before she sat down across from me, Jon took the seat next to her."Uh thanks? I mean this is uhm, nice of you and all but why?" Jon spoke for me. "Well we were just talking about how Damian here doesn't have many friends-" I kicked his shin hard under the table, but it only hurt my foot, I held back a wince and the urge to rub my now pulsing appendage. 'Boy of steel, right, I forgot.' Jon looked to me with a smirk before continuing."-and I was telling him all about how you're so nice and cool and yeah, here we are." She looked at me with a smirk stretched across her full lips, a perfectly arched brow rose in question, "That's surprising, who wouldn't wanna be friends with someone as charming and kindhearted as pretty boy over here?" The sarcasm was practically dripping from her voice.Jon, either too oblivious to notice or too excited to care, ignored this. "Great to hear! Well how was everyone's day?" Neither of us answered too busy in a stare off, I tried to analyze her, and she stared right back, refusing to step down from this unspoken glare contest. Jon interrupted us with a cough. "Well my day was great thanks for asking." She turned away to look at the taller boy, her expression much more friendly than the look she gave me. "Sorry, his whole 'children of the corn' thing going on is pretty distracting." she pointed her thumb back motioning to me, "-what'd you do today anyway?" He went on to list all the miniscule things he achieved before lunch. I half listened to their conversation, mostly focused on the novel I had, occasionally chiming in whenever I felt it necessary. Just like that the lunch period was over, and it was time to head back to reality.(Y/n) looked to me before she left, a half smile on her face, I was surprised it was directed at me and not the younger boy by my side. "You're not so bad Wayne, when you aren't talking that is." I smirked at the girl, slapping my novel shut with one hand."I'll admit, the brief moments your mouth was shut were rather nice." She laughed off my insult with a wave of her hand, before returning to her group to finish their day.

When the school day crawled to an end, and I was driving Jon and myself back to the manor, it occurred to me the boy in my passenger seat wasn't one to be easily fooled, it also occurred he may already know of her abilities and is acting stupid to throw off my questioning. I decided to sidestep all the bullshit of my original plan and straight out ask him. "Let's not beat around the bush Jonathan, has (y/n) told you anything strange about herself?" He snapped his head up, away from his phone to stare at me. "Pardon me?" I rolled my eyes at his act. "You know? Her powers, what has she told you of them?" "She has powers?" He practically screamed, I resisted the urge to slam the car into the traffic surrounding me and took a deep breath. "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from screaming like a banshee in my car." I spoke with a roll of my eyes, god the more time I spent with this kid the more I saw the inside of my head."You can drop the act, I know of her powers already." "I didn't!" He yelled, deflating in his seat."You're kidding me right?" He didn't answer."I'll take that as a no then, TT." He groaned tossing his hands up in the air, clearly distraught. The rest of the car ride was silent, him no doubt letting the information sink in. It wasn't until days later did we speak again, after he returned home rather late, looking like he'd been kicked down a flight of stairs. I sipped at the tea steaming in my cup as he sat down at the table, rubbing at his neck, exhaustion clear in his body language. "What's up with you?" His tired eyes lifted to meet mine. He hesitated before speaking, having some sort of internal debate on whether or not to tell me. "Something happened today, something with (y/n)." He gave me a very rough explanation, not wanting to delve into the details too much, before trying to head up to bed, I grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks. "You saw what happened today, it could get worse if she doesn't get help, but she won't listen to me, so you have to do it." "What- me? I don't even know what you're saying." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the kid before speaking again. "You're her friend, it should be easy to get some information about the extent of her abilities and bring it back to me." He scoffed at me, "I wouldn't deceive her like that- I wouldn't deceive anyone like that!" "You wouldn't be deceiving anyone, you'd simply be using your friendship to gain information for the greater good." I responded with a shrug."It would feel wrong, I don't wanna use her." "No one said you'd use her, you can still keep up that happy go lucky friendship shit once you tell me what I need." "That's not how friendships work." He chewed on the nail of his thumb, deep in thought. I continued, placing a hand on his shoulder. "As a hero, it's your responsibility to protect the public from any threats, or any potential threats." I used my Robin voice, the tone I used to talk to civilians, commanding but nonthreatening, trying to get it through his thick head."She's not a threat." He looked conflicted as he spoke. "Any unregistered meta is a threat, hell me and you both are threats. Power in the wrong hands is never a good thing." "Well it's not in the wrong hands, she saved those people today!-" "Prove it to me, show me she's not a threat and I'll drop it." We stared at one another in silence before he nodded, a fire in his eyes.

"Deal."

I was brought back to the present when he moved to stand, stretching out his body."I think I'm good now, you ready for round two?" I placed the water bottle down before rising, I walked until I was an arms reach away from him, "Let's see if Kryptonian's are all their hyped up to be."

After a good two hours of sparring (aka me tossing him on his ass in many different ways) and getting an idea of what he could do and handle, we called it a day. We made our way up from the cave, into the empty kitchen, he grabbed two water bottles from the fridge, tossing one to me before sitting down at the table.I nodded as thanks and pressed the cold bottle against my warm skin, sure the kid couldn't fight for shit but he was resilient as hell. I leaned against the counter, the cold of the marble bringing some relief to my overheated body. "What had you so worked up earlier anyway?" I asked breaking the silence that had fallen over us as we tried to catch our breaths. He finished patting his face with a towel before speaking."Oh it's nothing serious, I was supposed to go with her to meet someone but she texted me everything's going smoothly." "Why would she need you there?"

Thankfully he learned early on not to take my bluntness to heart, so he replied with a smile.

"I mean who wants to meet some hardcore vigilante all by themselves?" My head snapped up so fast it startled the younger boy. "She's doing what?" He grimaced at me, a nervous smile on his lips. "Meeting up with a vigilante to discuss her powers?" He spoke as more of a question than an actual answer.I felt the urge to slam my hand to my forehead, or alternatively his head into the cabinet. "It just occurred to you to share this with me now?" 

My voice was rising, I couldn't believe the amount of stupidity bottled up into one human. "Hey in my defense I thought you knew! I mean it is Nightwing, you guys are cool right? You have nothing to worry about!." His eyes shifted from me to the doorway, as he inched towards it, his voice had gone up a few good octaves in fear. He held up his hands like he expected me to throw something his way, a good chunk of me thought that wouldn't be a bad idea. I paused, racking my brain for answers to all the questions I had, why would Dick go see her? Why didn't I know about it? Why was I not strangling Jon right now? So many questions with no answers. I looked up to ask him for any other withheld information only to see his body quickly disappearing down the hallway.

"I'm sorry I'm running but you're way too freaky to be around when you're mad!" He yelled over his shoulder, it echoed throughout the hallway. I had now two options, call Dick, demand an explanation and hope he'll give it to me, or take my anger out on my housemate and then call dick.

Option two sounded much more fun, and besides, a quick throw off the balcony would test his flight skills.

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