Life of a Drug Dealing Wizard (Young Justice SI)

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"It's Batman!" The person manning the newstand started a riot in the streets with his proclamation.

"Woah, it really is! Look at him go!" Another cried.

"He can't be human! Look at how fast he is!"

A crowd was forming in front of Marnie but she didn't seem to care about that. She was focused on the grown man clad in a full body s&m suit.

And If that wasn't bad enough...

"You all need to evacuate the area!" Boy wonder dropped from the top of a building and attempted to move the crowd back.

A majority of the people began to take the act seriously and ran to safety.

"You there! You need to go now!" He started addressing the individuals who were lagging behind in the evacuation.

Marnie had no idea what was going on. Batman? Robin? This was a sideshow act, right? Maybe she was just tripping on something. The skittles from the vending machine tasted weird. Maybe they were laced?

The guy fighting 'Batman' pulled out a bazooka and shot it half hazardly at his target.

'Holy shit. That's a real bazooka.'

Smoke trailed after the projectile and it passed a determined Batman. He dodged it, hurray!

Now it was heading in Marnie's direction. Oh nooo!

"Move! Get out of the way!" Robin cried out to her. She was the only one left and he wasn't going to get to her in time. The fact that she didn't look sacred bothered him. Actually the more he looked the more he realized she was angry! Did she not care that she was in danger?

Marnie's p.o.v

"Who sold that wackjob a fucking bazooka?!" I screamed once the panic of getting exploded to bits kicked in. There was no way I could dodge it.

So I didn't.

I bared my arms in front of my face with hopes that just maybe they would take the brunt of the explosion. Then I realized that it was a stupid idea and peaked through to watch the rocket hit me like the morbid bitch I am.

The smoke trail stopped. The projectile dramatically decreased in speed and fell to the ground.

"Its a dud...?" I gave the rocket an incredulous look, arms hesitantly falling to my sides. 

"What are you doing!? You could have died! Get out of here!" Robin appeared at my side and started to push me in the direction the other evacuees went.

Only there was one problem.

I noticed over Robin's shoulder that the rocket began to glow a red hot color. It was still going to explode.

Making a split second decision, I pulled Robin close to me, turned around, and shielded him from the firey explosion that followed a second later.

There was no burning sensation and my limbs were still attached, so was Robin's; I checked.

My eyes widened at the expanse of hot wind and fire curling around us, only being held back by a bubble-like dome shield. What kind of fuckery is this?

"A force field? Are you doing that?" Robin's voice was muffled making me aware of the fact that in my efforts to protect him I had shoved his face into my jacket.

Really hope he doesn't sniff my pockets seeing as how I didn't have enough time to find proper containers for my supply. Eh, if he comes out of this altercation seeing stars, I'll just blame it on the explosives.