Mimic

Trinkets

The next morning, I woke up and went to the gym on my own. When I walked in, Robin was practicing on a punching bag. We nodded our hello's and then began our warm-up, and sparred each other until it was time to leave for school.

"Hey, is it cool if I walk with you again?" Robin asked, "The cafe is on my way to school anyway, so..."

"Of course," I nodded. We then zeta'd to Gotham and began our walk.

"Just a heads up, the Team is hosting a Halloween party this year. It's all of us and some leaguers. So you should start thinking about your costume," Robin told me. My first Halloween, I thought to myself.

"What are you going as?" I asked.

"I'm thinking a vampire, maybe?" he shrugged.

"Cool. I have no clue about what I could be."

"It'll come to you," Robin shrugged. We had made it to the front of the cafe, where Robin and I parted ways and said our goodbye's. I went inside and ordered a drink, but quickly left to roam Gotham like I had the day before. I decided to go and see my aunt, since I was thinking of moving in with her. Stupid Uncle, I thought to myself. Why does he have to go and make me move out of Mount Justice? It's so unfair. 

I made my way to my aunt's apartment and climbed up the fire escape to her place. I chose to break in through the window rather than knock.

"Selina?" I called through the apartment. One of my aunt's cats came up to me and brushed across my leg. "Hey, kitty," I cooed and scratched the pure black feline behind her ears.

"Is that you-" my aunt started to say as she walked into the room. She stopped when she saw me and gave me a quizzical look. "Why are you here?"

"I might need to crash at your place for a while," I said, then added, "If that's cool with you?"

"But what about where you've been staying now?" Aunt Selina said as she walked over to me and picked up the cat that was at my feet. 

"Uncle said I can't stay there anymore," I told her. She thought about it as she touched noses with the cat, who was now purring loudly.

"If it's cool with your dad, then it's fine," Selina shrugged.

"Sweet," I said, "Thanks, Selina,"

"No prob," she grinned. "Bye, kid."

"Bye," I told her as I went back out through the window.

Like all of my so-called family members, Selina isn't actually related to me. She's just one of my mom's friends. Mom insists that I call all of her friends 'aunt'. I assumed Uncle was either Mom's or Father's friend, but honestly none of them truly act like friends. Uncle doesn't talk to my parents unless he has to, and vice versa. But of course, I think Mom is the closest thing to a friend that Father has. I'm not surprised, seeing that there is no line for people who want to hang out with my father.

The next few hours went by in a blur, and in no time at all, I was heading back to the Gotham Cafe. This time at two thirty, since there was no way Robin could be there then. Thankfully, I was correct, and there was no question about whether or not I actually got tutored. We quickly made our way back to the mountain. When we got there, Robin said something about going to the gym and walked off.

I decided to explore Mount Justice a bit. After quite a bit wandering I found Wally in a decently small room that had many shelves in it. Random trinkets littered the shelves. Wally was standing in front of the shelves, inspecting the objects.

"Hey," I said quietly. The teen turned around and waved.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "What are all these things on the shelves?"

"Souvenirs," Wally's face immediately brightened. "I collect them on every mission we go on."

"What did you get on the Nepal mission?" I asked.

"One of Red's arrows," Wally said, pointing to an arrow with red feathers. But what really caught my eye was that the arrow was broken. "He actually broke it himself. He got angry when he realized the Team was there," Wally told me.

"Interesting," I smiled, taking in all the trinkets that now all held an important meaning.

"And this is from the mission we rescued you on," Wally announced, holding up the ropes that bound me on that fateful day.

"This is all so amazing," I told Wally. "How long have you been doing this?"

"About a year and a half. Right when the team started."

"Wow," I said, inspecting the different souvenirs. There was Cheshire's mask, a robot's eyeball, and red beanie of sorts.

"Well, hate to run," Wally smirked at his own little joke, "But I'm late for a doctor's appointment!"

"How is the fastest teen alive, possibly late?" I laughed at the irony.

"My question exactly!" Wally laughed, then took off running at his superhuman speed.