Far Away (a BluePulse fanfic)

Two: Mission

Bart's POV:

"Dude."

Jaime sighed. "What?"

"Do you have any food? I'm starving." I gave him my puppy eyes, jutting out my bottom lip.

"No, I don't have any food. You just asked me that five minutes ago."

I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted.

"What took you guys so long? We've been waiting forever." Beast Boy elbowed me and I laughed.

"Sorry Beasty, we fell asleep on the couch."

I looked over at Jaime and saw him blushing. That's weird, I thought.

"C'mon guys. We don't have forever." Nightwing crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sorry eśe", Jaime said while shoving me forward.

"Okay, okay. I'm going", I complained. "What's the mission, Nightwing?"

"There's a robbery at Central Bank", Nightwing explained. "Flash is busy, so I'm sending you three."

"Crash", I said, grinning.

"Also, please be careful." Nightwing gave us all a bat glare.

"Kay. See ya." I zoomed into the Zeta tube.

I appeared in a old phone booth in Central City. Blue and Beast Boy followed soon after.

"So... what next?", I ask.

Blue scans the street from our empty alley way. "My scarab says we're not far from Central Bank. I think we should make a plan before we go in though."

"Okay", says Beast Boy. "Anyone have any ideas?"

"I think we should split up", I chime in. "Me and Blue can go peek through a window or something and check out the situation. Then we'll all go in together."

"Aww, why can't I come with you?", Beast Boy complains.

Jaime laughs. "You're younger than us, and we don't want you to get hurt. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get some action today", Jaime assures him.

"Fine", Beast Boy groans.

"C'mon, let's go!" I grab Jaime's hand eagerly, and I feel his skin grow warm under my touch.

Jaime has been acting awfully weird lately, I think. I wonder what's up with him?

Jaime and I race to the bank and he gives me a lift to the roof, where we peek through a skylight.

"I can't see anything", I complain.

Jaime shushes me. His eyebrows are drawn over his eyes in concentration, but the light is reflecting just perfectly that I can see almost every separate eyelash from this close.

He's kinda beautiful, I think.

Jaime inhales sharply, distracting me from my thoughts. "Bart. Look.", he whispers, pointing past the glass and towards the inside of the bank. If I focus my eyes just enough, I can barely see it. A shadowy figure, gliding along the edges of the skylight, where the sun doesn't reach. It's head tilts up, and from our perch on the roof, we can see the glint of its enlarged eyes.

"Aliens", I whisper.

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Short chapter cuz I'm fucking tired. Merry Christmas ya thirsty hoes. Hope you enjoyed this. Hopefully I'll start updating more, I was just taking a break from wattpad for a while. By the way, I wrote the second half of this at midnight, nearly 6 months after I started the chapter. I literally have no idea where the plots going, but I'll improvise from what I have written so far. Also check out my gay poetry I'm gonna start writing soon (tonight, at one in the morning)