Reminiscence - A Dick Grayson Fanfiction

Chapter 15 - Mount Justice

Mount Justice
July 15
13:25 EDT

Life at the Mountain was strange... and awkward. He hasn't really talked to anyone since the official forming of the small team. Batman popped up once or twice a day; as it seemed, he was Reaper's new babysitter. He explained it to him one time. Saying that he could not be trusted on his own, so the League – at least those members who knew about him – decided to make him Batman's responsibility. The hero had promised to take him somewhere away from the other kids. If it was because he feared he would harm the others or because he took pity on him, he didn’t know. Until he took care of some things concerning his stay though, Reaper was stuck at Mount Justice.

It was frustrating as hell.

Superboy, also known as 'the source of his frustration', and Miss Martian had also taken up residence in the Mountain. He just couldn't go to the kitchen for a snack without running into one of them.

Superboy acted kind of impassive towards him. Reaper was confused by it actually. It made him wonder if the clone even knew about his attempt on his life. He expected him to burst with rage and get himself thrown through a wall or something as soon as the adults left. No witnesses and all that stuff... But it didn't happen. To be honest, he was totally ignored by Superboy. Reaper wished he could do the same to him, but it just wasn't possible. When he showed up, Reaper's 'fight or flight' reflexes kicked in. It was embarrassing for him to admit to himself that he choose 'flight' all the time. He just couldn't afford the luxury of the 'fight' option.

The green girl, Miss Martian, was the exact opposite. She was everywhere! Around every damn corner, in any lounge area, in the kitchen. Not to mention, she always showed up when Reaper decided to explore the hidden halls of the Mountain. It was creepy and annoying. That’s why he decided to hide either in the room they gave him or the bathroom.

Reaper poked his head out his door. The coast seemed clear, so he decided to make a run for the kitchen. It had been a day since he had eaten anything. Although during his three years on Gotham's streets he's had worse, he'd quite gotten used to the idea of a full fridge in the past few days.

He was careful not to make any noise as he entered the kitchen.

"Hi there!"

"Argh– !"

Reaper hadn't checked the ceiling when he entered. How was he supposed to know that the crazy Martian was floating mid air while stirring something that Reaper knew was definitely cookie dough. That was another thing she seemed fond of, – besides creeping him out by randomly appearing everywhere – cooking. She wasn't very good at it though. Almost any time he saw her in the kitchen, she burned something.

Reaper was about to turn on his heel and walk back to his room, when Miss Martian grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait, I—um. Do you want some cookies? I just have to put them in the oven and..."

He looked the Martian's form up and down. She was covered in flour and speckles of dough. Her hair was messed up and clothes were crinkled, but still she wore a shy smile on her face. Poor girl, she really wasn't used to any of this 'Earth stuff'.

"No."

"Oh, okay," she tried not to show her disappointment. "Maybe we could talk? Watch some television?"

She really was desperate, wasn't she? He couldn't blame her though. He doubted Superboy was any better company than him.

"No," he said a bit too harshly. "Thank you," he decided to add.