Spirit and Blood (A Young Justice Season 3 Fanfic)

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Just as a thank you for 2K reads, I'd like to write another chapter about what Demary would be like with Jason. I know Jason might be OOC but I'll give it a shot.

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~Spirit~

December 1st, 10:00 PM Eastern:

"Target in sight." I smirked. The man we were after was a renown drug dealer who made a new form of a drug known as Parasite. Yeah, it's quite similar to the villain, but now about anyone he sold it to could use it. The thing about it was now it didn't absorb physical prowess. It took memories, intelligence, and consciousness. Fortunately, tonight was their one and first big haul. But we wouldn't let them have a second one. Yeah yeah, we were anti heroes, and with a bit of practice I was able to shut out pleading voices. And I didn't kill for no reason either. I tried to leave the lesser ones alive, but sometimes you just needed to end the cycle. Villains would never be rid of until some of them were gone for good.

"Good." Jason replied over the com. "I've got the other warehouse."

"Ready to go, Todd?" I said, my mouth curving upwards.

"Yeah, I've already started." I could tell by the background noise. I frowned.

"How am I supposed to beat you then?" I grumbled as I jumped off the roof.

I did a sumersault in midair and landed crashing through the warehouse. It was the normal dealer hideout. Crates were stacked around a table where four burly men sat. They looked up, startled. I crushed right at one f their faces, hearing a crunching noise as I leaped off him. Broken nose or jaw, I'd expect. He grunted and fell to the floor.

The rest of them made a triangle around me. I sighed.

"That's not gonna work." One man flew at me but I brought my elbow into his fist and I deflected his punch, if only to be thrown backwards. I brought my legs up as the next two came, giving well timed kicks.

Which one was the leader of this branch? Their faces were hidden, but I could make out a difference in the one who had punched me. Must be him, then.

Yep. Spirit sighed. I held up my hand and clenched it, making a C in the air. White mist curled from the leader's mouth and a ball of white flew out. The leader froze, all emotion dropping from his face and going slack. I opened my hand, where white flame-like object formed. The other two members backed away nervously. The ball of white writhed in the air above my palm.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, as the ball dropped into my palm, and the flames ate it. A horrible scream rose up, shaking the whole building. I shrugged and walked past the two thugs who were gaping at me. I raised my hand again, and they scurried off. My black staff flew to my hand, and I jumped out of the place.

Thanks for the meal, Demary. Spirit said. Mist flowed out of my palm and materialized into a persona. It was a vaguely human form, but you couldn't make out any facial features or anything that would make someone human.
What was that- the seventh spirit?

"I think." I scratched the back of my neck.

"Incoming." My com rang out. I was tackled from behind and fell into Spirit's mist, which disappeared with a laugh. Jason sat on top of me. I could hear crunching noises.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to wriggle out from under him.

"Eating."

"What?"

"Want some?"

"You're sitting on me."

"Sorry." He didn't move, however. I sighed and got up abruptly, making him stagger off.

~Red Hood~

"Hey Demary." I spun on my heel. She and I had eventually become more or less wheelers rather than in a solid relationship. (For those who don't know what wheeling is, it's like dating but not being girlfriend and boyfriend.) She and I were fine with that.

Anyway, enough about relationships. Her training was going great. Yeah, at first she was tentative about killing again, but it was painless for her and the bad guys so she didn't mind. I, on the other hand, had to get messy.

Last Halloween, the bat family had gotten together at the mansion. Bruce threw a small party, and, as much as I hate to admit, it was fun. I don't think Nightwing was too pleased with Demary's turn as an antiheroine.

Who cares about him? (Zatanna does)

Anyway, when Damian saw Demary, he flipped. I believe they're in a steady love/hate siblingship by now.

Demary poked me gently, before jumping off the warehouse roof. I followed her, smiling under my mask.

"Let's go back to base." Demary yelled back. I nodded.

We leaped over roofs and past alleys before we arrived at her old apartment, now long abandoned. I slipped in through the window after her. She crawled into bed, yawning. Even though we worked late into the night, she needed her sleep. (She was always grouchy without it)

"G'dnight, Jason." She said, rolling over. I took off my mask, lying down in the queen bed beside her.

"Night, Demary." I replied, closing my eyes.

A/N: I can't stop writing. 😂 I know, this book is marked as completed, but I sometimes get bursts of ideas that I have to write down.

Should I write a chapter on Damian and Demary meeting?

~ArtyTH