SUMMARY 1: After freeing the Justice League from the Light's control, the Team, with the clone Roy Harper, were bonding but they also need a mission bonding. Naturally, they get one. Their mission? Stop a villian with the name "Time Stream". But eve...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Justice, folks! If I do, Wally West should never had ceased and Nightwing should never had leave the Team. Though, I own my OCs in this story.
DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to my second most active reader of the story, ninja_sister
O Chapter Seven: New Friends and New Discoveries O
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"I should've done this a long time ago." - Wally West, Kid Flash "How can you be so CALM?!" - Artemis Crock, Artemis "Just don't die, okay?" - Dick Grayson, Nightwing [BirdFlash, Spitfire, Traught] Whose your favorite couple?
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The cellar was as dark as cliched dungeons were, only obtaining a little bit of light because of the torch ignited from the other room. Blood was splattered on the ground, along with a few feathers. Chains were dangling from the wall and an eery silence enveloped the room. A figure wearing a black and gold costume and a helmet with the same color, and had a muscular masculine body. He had a black utility belt strapped from his waist and dozens of sharp knives kept from his straps that created an 'x' on his costume. The man swiftly turned and kneeled when another man in the same costume joined him.
"Stand up, my heir." The man, who just entered the cellar, said in a scratchy and monotonous, low voice. The other man, his heir, stood up but bowed respectfully. The heir heard grunts coming from the other room but just ignored it, thinking it was just another assassin training harder. The man continued, "Today is the day. Today is the day when you have the honor to dispose of the pest they call the 'Young Justice'."
The heir perked up, but did not move from his bowing position. "You can do any kind of murder you want: slitting their throats, breaking their necks, stabbing your sword to their hearts, anything. The only thing that we want for you to do is to kill those annoying superheroes." The heir didn't say anything, he only squirmed. That action, however, went unnoticed by the speaker.
"My heir, killing them will make you our ultimate assassin, the one who is destined to be the leader of our assassins. You have already killed plenty of people and I am sure that they are the same, only more inferior since they always try to save the weak humans." the man continued, circled the assassin, his heir, before stopping and laying his hand on his heir's shoulders. "Do you understand all of that, Talon?"
"Yes, great-grandfather."
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"Gar, that equation is wrong." Jaime, Garfield's tutor for the day, said as he pointed out the said equation on the paper written and solved by the only Garfield Logan. "You see, in Algebra, if the value of x is 6, and the expression is 4x-3, then the answer would be 21. Since, 4 times 6, which is the variable turned value, minus 3 equals 21. Get it?"
