Young Justice One Shots / Imagines

Arsenal [Countdown Series] || Convention

Title: Convention

Y/n - Your Name
Y/s/n - Your Superhero Name
Note - this is a rather short and simple one, idk what you're going to think about it but I find it cute.

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"I don't wanna go, Dick." You complain. He crosses his arms, staring at you.
"Seriously? You want me to meet up with other people who are also missing body parts? What, is this supposed to make me feel better about myself or more thankful that I'm not missing what they're missing? I feel like you're patronizing me."

"It's not patronizing you, it's supposed to show you that there are other people who face limb loss. Besides, you can make friends and learn how to go back to a productive live even with you missing your left forearm. How long has it been since you've been out and about?"
"You might even find your soulmate." He says. Your heart tightens and you stare at the stub of your left arm.

Its been half a year since your left forearm was painfully cut off when joker used you as a hostage. He didn't bother to put you under drugs, he did it while you were fully conscious. You shudder at the memory, the blood. When Dick came, you were unconscious in a chair, nearly dead due to the blood loss. That same arm that was cut off had the clock on its wrist.

You gave up the y/s/n mantle after that.

"Just because you found your soulmate at the ripe young age of 13, doesn't mean I'm gonna find mine anytime soon, and I'm 20." You shake your head.
"No." You say.
"No, no, no, no, no. I won't."

. . .

"Why do you hate me?" You ask Dick as the limo takes off.
"You too, Alfred? Why do you hate me?" You ask him as he drives you to the amputee convention.

"We're simply trying to help you, y/n." Alfred states.

You groan, tossing and turning on the cushion continuously.
"You guys are bullies."

"We're here." Dick says. You see a giant building, with sliding doors.

"You won't leave me?" You ask as Dick opens your side of the door, helping you out.

"I won't." He assures you, taking you inside.

"I won't." You mock him in a high pitched voice when five seconds after you come in with him, you lose him in the crowd.

"Um... hi -" you approach somebody, trying to socialize. They walk away, probably because they didn't hear you. "orrrrrr not." You turn in a different direction.

You push through the crowd gently, trying to find where Dick would be. You figure that it wouldn't be very appropriate for you to shout the name of male genitals, so you call him by his last name.

"Grayson!" You shout.

"Grayso-" Your voice is cut off when you walk backwards into somebody. "Oh sh, sorry." You turn around, patting the guy on his shoulders.

You make eye contact and a sudden surge goes through you, a feeling of deep affection. You look at his entire build. Crew cut hair, muscular and rather young looking. Like you, he's missing his forearm, but it's his right one.

He stares at you and you narrow your eyes at him. You point to his left arm.

"That." You poke his left arm, not surprised that it's muscular.
"That's my arm, you have my arm." You look him in the eye. You can tell he's trying to stay serious, but fails when he stifles a laugh.

"I could say the same thing." He grins. "I'm Roy."

"Y/n, pleasure to meet you." You stick out your hand to shake. You then realize the issue you're in. He can't shake your hand. So, your hand is awkwardly sticking out there, and he's staring at it.

He takes your right hand with his left and he brings your hand up to his lips, placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

"Smooth." You comment.

"I try to be." He grins.

"So... How'd that happen?"

"Long story, you?"

"Yeah, same."

An awkward silence settles in.
"So... who were you calling for?"

"Oh yeah, my friend Grayson. He's, well he's supposed to be staying with me, but I lost him." You shrug. "So how old are you?" You question as you start walking around, away from the amputee convention.

"Well, I'm uh," he scratches the back of his head. "I'm 23, but I'm kinda in the body of a 15 year old me?" He states more questionably.

"Oh, care to tell me about it?"

"Iiiit's a long story." He stretches the first word.

"Yeah?" You ask, he nods.
You entwine your right hand with his left. He looks down at you, quite surprised.
"Well, I got time."

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I know you might think it sucked, but I liked the cute simplicity of it.

I have work that I didn't do LOL.
Procrastination at its finest.

Stay whelmed,
-r o s e