Through the Dark

Chapter Two

TW: Discussion of human trafficking & kidnapping

So I put my middle finger up

I'm done being your slave

My generation's had enough

And you should be afraid

Oh-whoa, oh, not your prisoner

Oh-whoa, oh, better listen when I say

I put my middle finger up

I'm done being your slave

Middle Finger, Bohnes

They were all gathered around the kitchen table, all in various stages of tiredness.

Jason was at the stove, whipping up some potato pancakes and sausage for breakfast, with Cass's help (which was mostly sitting on the counter, legs swinging, stealing bits of food here and there. Jason gave up swatting at her hands long ago.).

Dick was sitting in a chair the way no man should sit: legs over the top, dangling over the back, head somehow on the table, with his arms crossed.

Tim, who was busy making another pot of coffee, was faintly concerned, but unsurprised. This was Dick's thing. Who was he to try and take that from him?

Cass got plates out of the cupboard (ignoring Jason's admonishment for standing on the counter) and placed them gently next to Jason, who began plating up the food.

Barbara wheeled into the room, looking as impeccable as always, just as plates were being passed around and everyone was settling into their seats.

"Good morning," she greeted, moving over to the head of the table, where Jason quickly passed her a stack of food, along with hot sauce and seasoning.

"Morning, Babs," Tim said through a mouthful of food. Dick swatted him around the head and Tim chuckled, ducking down as he swallowed and then repeated himself, this time much clearer.

Barbara shook her head in amusement, looking toward the other two, who were having a staring contest. "After breakfast," she started, snapping her fingers to draw everyone's attention, "we'll do a mission report."

"We have a new job?" Jason spoke up, his southern accent coming in strong.

Babs just glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "After breakfast."

...

"Do you know what it's about this time, Kel?" Stephanie asked as Kehlani, her maid and best friend tightened the dress she was wearing.

Kehlani tied the ribbon and moved to Stephanie's front, taking in her hard work. She reached forward with nimble fingers (Steph ignored the faint pinkish color that glowed from Kehlani's hands), straightening one of the flowers before nodding to herself.

"Kehlani?" Steph asked, her lips twitching in amusement as the brunette looked for any more imperfections.

Kehlani seemed to jolt out of her reverie, eyes widening, "Oh, sorry, Steph. Um. You won't like it..."

Stephanie sighed. "Do I ever? Come on, lay it on me."

Kehlani started on Stephanie's jewelry, biting her lip in concentration as she clasped the simple silver necklace together. "Well, rumor has it the King is trying to find you... a suitor."