Young Justice One shots [Request Closed]

It's Me pt.2

Really short, around 1300ish words. Sorry, I'm making this a series possibly 3/4 chapters. So.... *shrugs* And fair warning, everyone is very irritating in this.

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Now shoo! Read the rest.

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It's been exactly ten days since my arrival and I couldn't shake this gut wrenching feeling. I couldn't really pin point if it was neither bad nor good. I mean it's gut-wrenching, but something about it just felt off. The awful feeling usually came when the team were off on missions.

Sometimes it amuses me how they were so calm, even inside of a hurricane. Enemies activities were off charts, plans were getting tangled with each passing crime added to the plate. No one was really save. After what happened in Malina Island, I had assured myself that the process had just begun.

The only problem that I was facing is how to prevent something that was destined to happen from actually happening. No big deal. Not. The timeline  was and still is at stake. To make it worse, I was the only one who can crash it since Bart's​ attempt failed to come through. I was the only one who could stop all of those upcoming events. I know what Bart did,I've reread all of the heroes and history books. Something always messes up. Always.

'So how? How could I accomplish something that even Bart can't  do?' The questions ranged.

With a stressed sigh, I quickly head to the kitchen where all of the food were stored. I've more less been keeping myself away from food out of guilt. And to avoid unnecessary contacts. My footsteps pattered lightly against the smooth floor, creating a rhythm that echoed amongst​ the corridors. To my acknowledgement, almost everyone was out there. Though today, and as for some primarily days, Nightwing decided to stay and monitor the fight.

Opening the fridge, I found myself staring straight to a pile of sandwiches. It was an enormous pile. Bart's sandwich pile. There was so many things thrown into the mix, so many that I felt my stomach turned. Still remembering how difficult it was for us, for me to find proper food. With a look of disappointment, I shut the fridge close again.

"Not hungry?" came a soothing voice from a few feet  back.

I shook my head, "No.... There's​ just wasn't anything that I like."

He stared at me for a moment, knowing there was definitely something wrong. But being a respectable person he is, he didn't brought the topic up. After another second, he nodded and smiled at me.

"How about we go downtown to grab something? I know a pretty good place for pancakes and waffles."

Confused, I raised an eyebrow, "Pancakes? But it's almost afternoon."

"Exactly, we could have brunch. How about that?" He looked at me expectedly and point out the door. "Come on, you've barely eaten anything since you've been here. And it's been ten days."

I stayed silent.

"Get changed, we're going to Gotham."

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The diner was a nice change of surroundings, rusty yet still delivered just the right amount of warm embrace. Not many people were there given the odd timing we had upon coming. After ordering some pancakes and two cups of coffee, we sat quietly at the corner of the diner.

None of us said anything. We haven't really talked anyways, after the whole encounter where he 'capture' me things were always a bit awkward. He would always try to give a warm welcome after the ordeal were sorted out, but yeah. The team was kind enough to let me stay and try to connect. Like M'gann for instance, she gave me a few pieces of her wardrobe for me to at least be 'comfortable'. I accepted, thanked her, but that was it.