"Don't Call Us Sidekicks" [Young Justice]

Lemonade Mouth (Invasion Team)

"We're broke, lets start a lemonade stand."

It sounded so innocent, so carefree. Kaldur and the others were on a mission, so it was just him and the freshman, and all of them were bored. They could all use a little pocket money, and who didn't like a glass of lemonade or two on a hot summer's day?

La'gaan had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Now Bart had eaten all the sugar, so they were dealing with Impulse on a sugar rush and more-sour-than-sweet lemonade. The lemonade stand that Gar had put together was falling apart every two seconds, so they were trying to fit everything on a tray provided by Jaime's scarab. Virgil was having trouble making his voice heard every time someone started shouting at each other. Cassie and Tim kept flirting awkwardly, which was painful on all accounts. And there was nowhere to get a glamour charm on such short notice, so La'gaan was stuffed into one of Superboy's old hoodies that smelled like wet Wolf.

All this, and not a single customer.

"How much did we spend on the lemonade?" Virgil broke the silence. They had all grumpily settled into dwarf-sized lawn chairs so that their knees were folded up against their chests on the sidewalk just outside Cassie's brownstone in DC.

"Five bucks," Tim muttered.

"And then I knicked the pitchers off my mom, so we have to return them in pristine condition," Jaime reminded everyone for the tenth time.

"I call not doing the dishes," La'gaan muttered. He was dripping in sweat by this point, and absolutely miserable. Hanging out with Superboy would have been more fun.

Then, a car pulled up alongside their sidewalk stand. A really nice, shiny car. A limo, in fact. Tim, sneaking a glass of lemonade in the heat, did a spit take as an elderly sort of man got out of the driver's seat and opened the car door for a man in a blue-gray suit with graying hair.

"A lemonade stand, huh? You kids must have been working hard. This looks amazing."

"It's not very good," Virgil tried to say. Cassie gave Tim a few solid whacks on the back to keep him from choking.

"Well, that's no excuse for not stopping to buy any! It's a hot day, and after that zoning meeting I just had I'm absolutely parched. How much for a glass?" Their new benefactor asked.

"A dollar." La'gaan said at the same time Gar said "Fifty cents."

"Fifty dollars!" Bart shrieked with glee. Robin, already red faced, jabbed him in the gut.

Their new friend, however, didn't stop smiling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wallet, and from the wallet one, two, three- seven fifty-dollar bills. One for each of them.

"Think that's enough for the whole pitcher?" He asked.

"Deal!" Cassie shouted before further negotiations worsened the deal. She poured what was left in the pitcher into five separate cups, which the elderly chauffeur placed in the limo cupholders. One for himself, and four for his boss.

"Have a wonderful day!" The rich man waved as the limo pulled away, leaving La'gaan staring dumbstruck at the stack of cash in his hand.

"How about we close up shop and head to the beach for the rest of the day?"

"Done." Cassie punched their makeshift stand, shattering it into thousands of tiny splinters.

Gar whooped with joy and Bart and Virgil high-fived.

And later, sun-kissed and exhausted on the beach, La'gaan and his friends each passed over the lemonade for a fresh ice cream cone.