The Meeting

Before the gauntlet warriors, there was a team that operated without any authorization from the justice league. This team was made up of seven people: Nightwing, cyborg, static, gear, arsenal, red hood, and super boy. They worked silently without the justice league knowing of their existence.  This is their story

Bevel Haven- 2016- 01600 hours- abandoned warehouse

“So it’s agreed,” said a gruff voice from the shadows old dusty building. The darkness enveloped the structure in an ominous cloak. Another man stood in the smallest bit of light cast through a broken skylight. All you could see was a blood red reflective biker helmet. A voice erupted from the helmet, gravelly with exasion.

“Yes, brother,” Replied the man. His hands were fingering a gun he had hidden in his pocket, just in case this went south. “So Nightwing, is faze two ready,” He felt a slight breeze cast across his leather jacket. Nightwing’s shady voice came from another corner of the structure.

“Yes,” He said, he had obviously explained this many of times to the other voice, “Redhood I got it covered,” Redhood’s grip loosened on the gun. “The age old hide out has been found, hasn’t it?” The other tensed, apparently very sensitive about the topic.

“Yes,” Responded Redhood “The one from World War two right?”

“Of course,” Nightwing replied trying to look menicing. Redhood quickly responded.

“The candidates,” Redhood said, starting to pace around the dark warehouse. “They have been chosen?”

“Indeed,” five files were cast across the floor. They stopped under Redhood’s feet just as Nightwing began to list the applicants.

“Cyborg, Tech Expert, AKA Victor Stone,” Redhood began to flip through the pages with in n the sleeve. “Arsenal, Long range weaponry professional, AKA Roy Harper. Superboy, super strength, AKA Conner Kent. Gear, Strategist and super genius, AKA Richie Foley, Static, proficient in stealth, AKA Virgil Hawkins,”

“These are the five applicants?” Redhood responded.

“Yes,” Answered Nightwing. “But don’t steal anything on the way,” dead seriousness existed in his tone.

“Aw, come on Nightwing! I usually try to return it” He said frustrated with Nightwing antagonizing him over the way he acted.

“Tell that to my face! I have to do way much work covering for you,”

“Alright, Alright, I won’t steal anything on the way there,” Redhood replied. His helmet shielded the sneaky look in his eyes.

“Not on the way back either.” Nightwing added raising his tone. “See you at the E5 Headquarters,” With the last breath Redhood had disappeared into the night.