Young Justice One shots [Request Closed]

Sounds Crash to Me

Kinda requested by Winnowing

Surprise everyone! I'm NOT dead!

Ahahhahaha. So you might be wondering where the heck was I?

Well, School... And my home and ridiculously long courses.

Been busy. That's what I'm saying.

But fear not! For this chapter is incredibly long. The longest chapter I've ever done.

5000 words.

Yes.

I'm not joking.

5000 words.

So without further a due, I present to you...

(Sidenote: I'm not entirely sure with the ending because it was so long and become sort of frustrating. And no, there WON'T be a part two. No. Don't even think about it.)

Warning: Mention of death, a bit of PTSD(?) And a heck of feels. Also, swearing. ThErE.

Oh just read it!
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Stepping out of my small cruise, I breathed in the scent of the sea, warm and salty. A gratefully accepted upgrade from the air that I've been sucking in Gotham, putrid and suffocating. With my duffle bag slung across my shoulder, I looked around my surroundings. Flocks of seagulls passed through the reddening sky, cawing merrily as the tides crashed to the sides of boats posted across the man made border.

The docks were just the perfect place for making deals. Easy access to the cargo, and an even easier getaway route. Gotham was my main stop not too long ago. Though it's a bit of a shame, since the big bad bat rules there. No dealer can stay for too long. And if they did?

Let's just say...

They paid a hefty price of disturbance every once in a while.

Which brings me to Happy Harbour.

The business here isn't as smooth as in Gotham, but it'll have to do for now. Plus, I haven't visited this place since last year's eve. Kind of a shame since this was my hometown after all. It hasn't changed one bit.

"(Y/N)!" A local fishermen waved, smile plastered across his face.

I nodded and went his way, taking long steps, "Fishing going good?"

"Might as well be. Have any new tech nets? Mine's been chomped off by a shark. Started off as a rip, now it's like a ten foot hole!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands to gestured the rip.

I chuckled, "I do actually, and really? The gut that shark had..."

The fisherman shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "So, auction at what time?"

"Drunk and drive."

"Ah, 10 o'clock? A bit late for just nets auction. Are you still...?" He asked, looking uncomfortable.

Nodding, I gave him a wary smile. "Dad's been ushering me to top off the next cargo. Some samples been going around to show our line's the finest."

"Well, yours are arguably the best. Both beneficial harmless ones, and those deadly ones. But don't you ever think of abandoning the tradition? It's a risky business."

"I wish I could, but you know how it's been." Shrugging it off, I sighed, "Family business and all that."

"Tough tradition," The man nodded in understanding before  wishing me luck for tonight's auction. Both high tech gears, and deadly weapons.