Vigilante Justice - A Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter 3: A New Question

Once settled into the bioship again, they hovered above Grayson's car until he left.

Tailing him above the dirty city streets, they quickly arrived at the BPD. A nondescript, two story grey brick building with a pitifully small parking lot.

M'gann touched down on the roof, the ship cloaking itself as soon as they were all out.

They did have to break the lock on the rooftop door, but it was old and rusty. Hopefully no one would miss it.

Heading downwards, they soon found a surprised officer who took them to the main lobby.

Grayson was standing there with Frank, Deputy McKibben, and Commissioner Griffin. The four looked confused when they saw the heroes were already inside their facility, but evidently wrote it off as more hero theatrics.

Reunited, they headed towards the commissioner's officer, wherein they would view the tapes. Hopefully, the video would answer some questions, like what this all had to do with the new vigilante.

"Showing confidential evidence outside of a safe room isn't exactly procedure," The tall, intimidating woman warned them, her fingers twisting her door locked. "I would greatly appreciate it if you kept to an unofficial code of silence."

"We understand," Artemis quickly reassured, motioning to her own mask. "We're very good at keeping secrets."

The black-haired detective who was setting up the video monitor snorted, covering it up with a loud cough into his hand.

When the room's occupants all turned to him, he muttered a quick, "Sorry, allergies."

His tone was anything but apologetic.

Griffins merely sighed at his behaviour, motioning for them to take a seat in the provided chairs. "Thank you, Detective Grayson, for setting this all up. We truly appreciate it."
McKibben scoffed, "Most of us do, that is."

The commissioner pinched the bridge of her nose at her subordinates' behaviour, sliding into one of the chairs herself.

When they were all seated in front of the monitor except for Grayson, the man clicked on one of the time slots and pressed play, standing off to the side with his arms crossed over his chest.

The security camera recording was a little fuzzy, but the faces of the teenagers relaxing in the warehouse were still discernible.

Some were playing cards while others were simply staring at their dilapidated TV, talking quietly amongst themselves. The tape had no sound, which wasn't the end of the world but did make things a little trickier.

"How long do we have to watch them chit-chat?" McKibben whined, his heel pounding the floor with Flash levels of restlessness. "Did you pick the wrong time stamp or somet—"

On screen, the teenager closest to the stairs suddenly folded over like a broken doll, their body soundlessly colliding with the floor.

Pandemonium broke out as they began to drop like flies, blood spurting as bullets tore through their skin. Each shot was meticulous, delivering a single killing stroke into the victim.

Aqualad wished he could look away, or at least block out the kids' frightened expressions as they fought towards the door.

Only when the last one had fallen did Grayson step forward again, skipping over when the patrol officer came in and reported the incident. Choosing a new time stamp, he hit play again.

The camera shot was from outside; two men stepped out of a lone squad car and did up their vests, one of them obviously the raven-haired detective but the other unknown.