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Chapter Seventeen: Have To Go Back

The team stepped out of Lena's floral portal, not stumbling after they were given a few tips on how to stay upright. Didn't help the nauseous feeling in their stomachs that usually came with teleportation. They landed in the living room of Mount Justice.

"It's official, I hate magical forms of transportation," Impulse groaned, collapsing into one of the chairs. "It is most definitely not crash."

"You're used to scientific ways of teleportation," Danny says. "Took me and White a little bit to get used to the zeta tubes."

"Speak for yourself," White said, holding his stomach. "I will always prefer magic to being taken apart and put back together by that thing."

"Oy vay," Lena cringed.

"Just... just call us whenever you want," Krinos told the twins, disturbed by what science does to people.

"Especially if it involves me nailing those 'heroes' to the wall with vines again," Lena giggled evilly. "That was fun."

The two mystics hugged their friends and then walked back through the portal, going home to the Mystic Isles.

It didn't take much to convince the two to come back. The only reason why they were even gone so long was that they needed to tend to their duties in their kingdoms and dealing with their citizens. Siren had been pretty vocal about a fire siren that was pretty desperate to get a fire festival going on their isle. And the team had to admit that his diplomatic and clear reasons for not having one had them developing a deep sense of respect for him. And with Phantom's tales about what he's done in the Ghost Zone, they were developing the same sense for him as well.

"Believe us when we say that not all mystical transportations are as smooth as Lena's," White says. "We know some dragon warriors that have a collection of strong artifacts. One of them turns into a kangaroo-like vehicle. Makes me sick just thinking off all that jumping."

"If you want to turn green, just spend more time with BB," Cyborg jokes.

Beast Boy seemed excited, but it was a toss-up on whether it was finally having another green person around or being able to spend more time with Siren.

"Exactly how many different types of mystics even are there," Dick asked. "From what we've seen, we have barely even scratched the surface of the sheer number of them."

"And you two always seem to keep adding more and more to the list," Conner added, making Nightwing look at him in a 'you're not helping' kind of way.

"We always thought that was what made the mystical world so special," White smiled. "Our ever-growing uniqueness is what we all love."

"We got that just from the few mystics we've met," Karen grinned. "You had a male harpy, a plant siren, a lord of nature, a witch, and a talking horse."

"We may have not been the most unified in the past, but that is definitely a thing of the past," Danny said.

"You haven't even met the more 'unique' of our friends," White smirked. "Once you meet the werewolves or the artifact wielders, that's when things get really weird."

The team looked at them a little strange. As if asking them for further explanation with their faces.

"Well, the magical world is a lot more than what is written in books or finds its way onto tv," Danny tells them. "Can't tell you how many paranormal investigator cracks showed up in our old town on a weekly basis."

"Remember those idiots the 'Groovy Gang' with their Scaredy Cat mascot" White snickered. "If I've ever seen a Scooby Doo knock-off, it be them. I've met them, and they are a whole lot better than those eighties themed morons."