Young Justice Oneshots

Sleeping Birdy pt. 3

The next stop on the crazy train was New York. Wally had called Zatanna to see if she was home, but her message said she was helping some "moronic excuse for a magical hunter" so Wally went for the next best thing. An Amazon.

Donna lived with her husband Terry in an apartment in New York City. She worked at her own photography studio and was trying to conceive.

She was also the most powerful member of the original Teen Titans.

"Donna and I used to be roommates," Koriand'r explained as the group approached the front door of the apartment. "If she is not home, I shall use my extra key."

Kori unlocked the door for their group and stood aside while Wally rifled through Donna's meager library. The Robins were terribly confused, but not confused enough to actually ask about what was going on. Fortunately, Tim forgot himself momentarily.

"Do you hear that?" He asked the group, shuffling around the room to try and determine the source of the noise.

"Hear what?" Jason asked.

"It sounds like... Running water." Everyone looked at Tim.

"I don't hear anythi--" Damien was suddenly cut off by a swift punch and a kick. Jason was out cold before Tim could even realize what had hit him.

Wally wooshed over and grabbed Tim's attacker from behind. Then he sighed and fought her down.

"Why does this happen every freaking time I visit? It's me, D. These are friends and kids you just took out."

The woman on the ground looked confused for a second or two before her eyes focused on Wally and Kori in the background. She grinned and Wally helped her up before she hugged both of them.

"Kori! Wally! Great Hera, it's been months! How are you, really? What's going on?" Similar to the situation with Kori, Donna turned soft as soon as she recognized the intruders.

"Well," Wally started, "first of all, let me introduce some folks." He and the other two conscious heroes explained the situation to Donna. Once Wally made it to why they needed her help, Damien and Jason had woken up and were sitting on her couch. Just in time, too, because this was where it got interesting.

"I have a theory," Wally explained, "but I can't be sure until we get back to Wayne Manor and take some samples. See, I think this had something to do with a kind of flash-bomb hypnosis."

"That doesn't sound like the Joker," Tim pointed out.

Wally stood and began pacing the room. "Exactly, and that's what has me so worried. Joker may have masterminded this whole thing, but this technology stinks of either Tetch or... Well, to be perfectly honest I can't figure it out."

"I thought you said this was magic." Damien pouted.

"I know I did, but you guys don't really fight any magicians. If it were me I'd say Abracadabra, hands down. Maybe even Trickster or Pied Piper. Unfortunately, I'm not very familiar with current magicians other than Dr. Fate and Zatanna. The only other one I could think of was Circe, but this isn't her style at all. She's more into transfiguration. That's why we're here."

Wally turned to Donna. "We're in way over our heads here with this magical shit, Princess. If there's any gods you can connect to this, it'd be real helpful."

Donna sat there, silent and in thought while she racked her brain. Wally was just freaking out. He had really been understating it when he said he didn't know many magicians. Wally didn't even believe in magic. The closest he ever got was Abra, and he just uses a sad little staff like Weather Wizard. There isn't any real magic involved.

Donna stood up and grabbed Wally's shoulders. "Wally, I don't think I can help. Hypnos is the god of sleep, of course, and Hermes might play a trick like this, but they have no reason to get involved with Dick. You said it yourself, Gotham doesn't deal in magic."

Wally slouched. He should have known this was a long shot.

"But," the princess continued, making Wally stand straight again in hopefulness, "I'm going to come with you to Gotham and examine whatever samples you got. I can bring my camera, too."

Wally was hugging her before she even finished. Almost immediately, all three Robins were hugging her, too. They were more worried about their "brother" than they cared to admit, and this was the comfort they needed.

"Thanks, D. Now will someone call Greenie and Vic? Even if we don't need them, they should know what's up."