The Siren (A Young Justice Fanfiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 12

-Okay, so I have completely remade Siren. I did some research and found out that Black Canary's natural hair color is a dark brown/black and decided hey, why not remake the character. I did not develop her well when I first began the book (I was young) so I edited her and I will make a new chapter tomorrow on her complete information, but I provided a picture of her battle outfit [made by me using Sims lol]

A large red box containing the robot's upper body was lifted into the van by two men wearing large yellow suits, a blue diamond on their backs.

Various league members were standing around the six trucks, keeping an eye on everything as we prepared to leave.

The six of us were seated on motorcycles of various colors, revving the engines as we prepared to leave.

I placed a blue helmet over my head (for safety) and waited for the cue to leave.

"S.T.A.R. Boston is a go."

"S.T.A.R. Manhatten is a go."

Batman turned, chopping a hand down in the air as he signaled for the trucks to leave. They began to pull out, three going left down the road and three going right. I pulled out after, following Superboy and Robin as we sped after the trucks, M'gann, Wally and Kaldur going in the opposite direction.

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"If dislike is the opposite of like," Robin asked from his place in the middle of Superboy and I, his gaze flickering between the two of us. "Is disaster the opposite of aster? See, instead of things going wrong, they go right."

I pondered this for a moment, focusing my gaze on the boy. "I don't know. The word 'like' is a root word and the 'dis' is a prefix attached to it, but 'disaster' isn't a root and a prefix, it's just a word."

Robin's brows furrowed, the beginning of them falling beneath his sunglasses.

"It's cute, though," I assured, blushing faintly as he did the same. "I like the word."

"Uh, clearly Supey isn't feeling the aster. What's wrong?" Robin asked the Kryptonian, taking his gaze off me (or so I assumed as the sunglasses made it hard to tell).

"Canary," He growled. "And what business does she have teaching combat skills to a guy with super strength?"

I stared at the boy, my mouth agape. "Uh, Supey, Canary is my mum," I reminded the boy. "Plus, she took you down pretty quickly, so I wouldn't get too cocky, big guy."

I pursed my lips, as Robin put in his own two cents. "Taking down stronger guys is part of the gig. Canary learned that the hard way - and Batman and, well, me."

Superboy revved his engines, zooming ahead of the two of us and following closer behind the truck.

"He is so not feeling the aster." I jested, laughing at the goofy grin Robin gave me.