[TO BE REWRITTEN] LEGENDS NEVER DIE {Trollhunters/Young Justice}

54 STRICKLER 54

"ALRIGHT, REMEMBER, PAGES thirty-four through eight! Read them tonight, answer the questions, you have a quiz tomorrow. You seven, stay behind. We need to discuss your lack of attention."

They stayed behind as requested, stiff and tense.

Jim hovered in the doorway, hesitant.

Strickler smiled softly at him. "You can wait outside, but please close the door."

Jim hesitated before nodding and doing as asked.

Strickler swiveled his eyes back to his students. "So... you've finally figured out you've been fishing in the wrong lake... good for you, good for you..." He tells them mockingly with a small smile. "I'm afraid you're too late, though."

Megan started nervously, "Mr. Strickler, what are yo--"

"Oh, you know exactly what, White Martian."

Everyone tensed, but no one more than M'gann.

"I wasn't lying when I said I knew who you all really were," He drawled, "hell, I might even know more than you."

"Doubtful." Artemis sneered.

"You say you hate your sister even though deep down you love her." Was his immediate response.

Artemis froze, blushed and turned away.

"Anyway, if you were hoping to keep civilians out of this, you're too late." Strickler guided them back to where he wanted them with ease.

"What are you talking about, Strickler?" Kaldur demanded.

"Please, Stricklander--" His grin darkens into something almost feral. "--after all, we're enemies."

Connor slams his hands down on the desk angrily. "What did you do?!"

Strickler's eyebrows shot up, but other than that, didn't move. "Simple: I tied Doctor Lake's wellbeing to mine. In other words, if you hurt me, you hurt her." He said, sneering the last part.

Connor snarled. "Why should we believe you?"

Strickler smirked darkly. "Ask Jim."

Everything froze.

Strickler to the opportunity to pull out a sharp scalpel from the Biology Lab from his desk and dig it into his hand.

Barely a minute later, Jim had a call.

"Mom? What's wro-- what?! I'll be right there!" He busted into the class with a worried (and slightly suspicious) look, not missing how Strickler slipped his hand under the desk. "Sir, I'm really sorry, but I need to go. Mom somehow got herself stabbed all the way through her hand when the closest knife was literally on the other side of the clinic and it was plastic."

Worry flashes across Strickler's face, "Is she alright?"

"Oh, like you care!" Connor snarls.

"Uh, yeah, Mr. Strickler, she'll be fine."

"Good. Now, go, Young Atlas."

Jim nodded and ran off.

Strickler turned to them and smirked.

Dick glared, crossing his arms as he did so. "Alright, so where should we be fishing?" He demanded frustratedly.

Strickler's grin was feral. "In the ocean where the sharks like to play."