Vigilante Justice - A Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter 18: A(nother?) Rooftop Conversation

Conner could've sworn Grayson was ready to run straight to the hospital after McKibben's announcement, injury and all.

The detective, who still wasn't sitting (much to Wally and Artemis' chagrin), swung around to face Griffin, eyes wide.

"No." The commissioner said without even looking in his direction. "We made a deal."

"You can't be serious." The man swayed where he stood but paid the action no heed, "Just push off my vacation time till tomorrow."

"Detective," Her tone was equal parts exasperation and endearment. McKibben, on the other hand, merely smiled smugly at Grayson's obvious distress. "I stand by what I said. Your vacation begins as soon as you exit my office."

"Seriously dude, it's just a break." Wally had his arms stretched out, as if making ready to catch Grayson when he inevitably collapsed. "Some people would kill for it."

McKibben opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the commissioner's door practically flying off its hinges.

Conner turned a glare towards the intrusion, annoyed at their abrupt entry. People really needed to start knocking.

"Commissioner Griffin!" A young woman, who couldn't be passed her early twenties, hurried inside. "Commissioner—oh, my apologies. I didn't know you were busy."

Wally stared at the new arrival, "What is this, a meet and greet? Anyone else want to share some breaking news?"

The commissioner in question rose to her feet, looking far too tired for someone her age. "How may I help you, officer?"

The officer flushed, biting her lip as she stared at the assembled heroes. Conner didn't think he was imagining the way her gaze seemed to linger on him in particular.

Fangirl, he thought distastefully.

It's not that he had anything against his 'fangirls' (or fanboys, he had those too), it was more so that his few encounters with them had been...horrifying.

They were all rabid, to say the least.

"I really didn't know you had company," The woman said. "I wouldn't usually barge in like this, but. . ."

Griffin rubbed at the worry lines between her eyes. "Just tell me what it is."

"There's a, um," She looked at Conner again (he would give anything to be able to fly—if only to get away from this conversation) and sucked her entire bottom lip into her mouth. "There's two men on the roof. They want to talk to you, or something."

The commissioner narrowed her eyes, like she wasn't sure she'd heard right. "There're men, on the roof?"

"Yes. Men. On the roof. They want to tal—"

"Thank you, officer, but I think the commissioner heard your message. You are now dismissed," McKibben waved a hand towards the door. "Off you pop, dear."

Once the woman was gone, Griffin sank back into her seat with a sigh. "This is certainly shaping up to be a much busier day than I imagined it'd be."

"Tell me about it," Grayson muttered darkly from his seat, fixing an icy glare on his bandaged leg.

"Oh 'cry me a river', celebrity britches. Your life is just such a little nightmare," McKibben's tone held enough salt to kill a freshwater fish. "Please. Get over yoursel—"

"Deputy McKibben," Conner thought he saw the commissioner's eye literally twitch in its socket. "This has been an extraordinarily difficult few hours for everyone here, regardless of their economic standing, so I would greatly appreciate it if you shut your damn mouth."