A Hacking Thief or A Thieving Hacker

Chapter Five: A Way Too Long Car Ride

Olivia/Scarlet POV

I forced my eyelids to open. I was expecting day-light. I didn't know why though. All I saw was the same, dull gray room I made myself familiar with yesterday.

I started to stretch but then hit Ace with my outstretched leg. I choked out a bit of laughter.

"Yo! Not cool O-" I put my hand over his mouth to stop him.

"Have you forgotten where we are?" I ridiculed.

"Yup!"

I facepalmed myself. I glanced over at the table. On the table rested two bowls of cereal. What type of cereal? No clue.

"We haven't had a real meal in how long?" I marveled as I grabbed one of the bowls.

"Two years. It's been two years."

I sat down on one of the steel metal chairs. I scooped some of the cereal onto the spoon and ate it. Good grief, I swear, cereal never tasted so good.

"It's been way too long, Ace."

"Agreed, Scar. Agreed."

"Why did we?"

"Why did we do what?" Ace asked.

"Why did we do this? I mean all of this. Getting into all of this. Why?"

"Dunno. This life just kind of just came knocking."

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3rd Person POV

Batman sat next to Green Arrow in a normal civilian car. The windows of the car were so tinted that nobody could see in. Green Arrow was sharpening his arrows and humming "Partners in Crime by Set It Off."

Batman hissed, "Do you ever shut up?"

Batman hated the green vigilante. He was annoying, rude, and obnoxious all at the same time.

The Green Arrow glared over at him and instead of responding, he started to whistle.

Batman was losing it. If looks could kill, Green Arrow would be dead. At the stoplight, which was conveniently red, he was giving GA the infamous Batglare. The vigilante's whistling slowed and came to a stop. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

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Olivia/Scarlet POV

I hit the bowl with my spoon. Ace and I created a new game. It's called, "Hit the Bowl With the Spoon and Make as Much Noise as Possible." The whole point of the game was to annoy the he** out of whoever was watching or listening.

I was just about to hit the bowl off the table when the door slid open. I shot a quick, worried glance over at Ace. Two very recognizable figures walked in.

"And here we were expecting Baby Sportsmaster and Bird Blunder! But, no! We got their 'mentors.' Personally, I would have preferred them over," I motioned my hand to them," you." My voice was practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Get up." The Dark Knight commanded.

Ace hissed, "Nah. Wait..." He glared at Green Arrow a light bulb clicking in his head, "It's you. You fu-"

I kicked Ace in the shin. 'Shut up.' I mouthed to my partner. That arrogant part was kicking in again.

"You backstabber." I hissed the slightly more polite form of Ace's thoughts.