Life of a Drug Dealing Wizard (Young Justice SI)

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Marnie laid flat on her back and stared at the ceiling with an empty expression.

I'm sixteen... Why am I young?... Changing dimensions was worse enough but now? This has to be the work of Satan - or wait - some omnipotent being with a shits'n giggles lottery kind of thing...

"Bats had to leave for league business but he left me in charge of things until the safehouse is ready for you to move in." Robin paused at the sight of Marnie's shell of a state. Him and Bats had left the room to talk things over less than 10 minutes ago. When he returned her entire attitude had taken a 180.

He strained to hear the nearly incoherent mumbles she let out every now and then. At first he thought she was freaking out about having the Dynamic Duo in her room or having powers. Both called for a bit of panic and whatnot.

However, that was not the case.

"The fuck kind of sorcery is this captain Kanuckles bullshit. This totally isn't stonks in my market." She mumbled.

Robin had no clue what stonks were. He never heard of the slang and a quick search in his wrist com came up with a whopping zero results. He was at a loss on what to do. And why was she so obsessed with her fingers? Marnie pulled and twisted at them, forcing them into impossible positions.

Thankfully they didn't break.

"Did I get ROBed? I'd have to die for that right? Shit, did I die? What was I doing before the bench? I was counting funds, I ordered those new carts from California, old battery broke, started trolling on the web.....-" Marnie paused and then raised into a sitting position. "Red pill Blue pill meme my ASS. I swear if I got here because I indulged in a little bit of other world fantasy roleplay, I'm going to cry. Quotev quizzes aren't supposed to transmigrate people!"

​​​She had scrolled through her recommended menu and picked, 'Red Pill, Blue Pill: Reality to Fiction Quiz'.

It's purpose was to tell you if you'd stay in the normal world or go to another and explain what fiction world you'd matched with depending on your choices. A SIMPLE QUIZ, RIGHT?!

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Robin flinched when her stare focused on him. She was going to say something but paused and looked at her surroundings. "You know, the rocket launcher makes sense now. Coked up dickwads make up Gotham's population. And me? I guess that counts me as well since I did some weird shield juju. I fit right in don't I?"

"Even though a majority of people who have enhanced abilities are criminals there are some who go on to live normal lives. You can still live normally...." Robin shuddered at the stare Marnie was giving him. He didn't even know what to compare it to. A puppy? He was getting frail puppy vibes from her but at the same time he'd never seen a puppy look so done with life.

"I could really use some hot chocolate right about now." She groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

Robin let out a sigh of relief as she focused her stare away from him. He felt silly for it of course. Her stare wasn't as bad as Batman's after all.

"What the...oh uh thanks.... How'd you get it so fast?"

Robin who was lost in thought turned to Marnie. She was reaching towards the bedside table where a steaming mug of hot chocolate sat untouched.

He blinked.

He blinked again.

For the love of Gotham, Robin blinked once more.

He didn't put it there and it wasn't there before. Where did it come from? Was it Marnie's powers? Was it wrong to say she only had forcefields? Although summoning hot chocolate was a weird ability.