Crossover: Detective Conan/Young Justice/Magic Kaitou
Universe: Today's Lesson Is....
Characters: YJ Team (primary Robin/Dick), RED, Conan, Kaitou KID
Summary: KID has made his announcement! He's coming to America to steal something. Can the YJ team stop him?
Robin landed on the street with a flip. All was quiet and skies were empty. He glanced at the clock, a minute pass midnight. No doubt Kaitou Kid was already inside. Robin pushed open the front door, taking note that alarm had already been disarmed. He had just made a turn when Robin ran straight into someone.
“W-what?”
Robin looked down to see that he ran into a small child. ‘A small child? Wait…’ “Conan Edogawa?”
Conan, who had quickly scrambled to his feet, stepped away from Robin. Strangely he didn’t look like a frighten child who had just been caught. Instead he looked as if he had just walked into a dangerous situation and was ready to fight if he needed to. Robin didn’t want to think what could have happened to Conan that would cause that reaction instead of a more normal one.
“Hey,” Robin said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He slowly reached out towards Conan, trying to appear as friendly as possible.
Conan’s blue eyes narrowed in suspicious and he took another step back. “How do you who I am?” he asked. His accent is light, enough to signal that English wasn’t his native tongue but enough to be impressed by how well he spoke English. There was nothing in his file that suggested that he nearly fluent in English. Warning bells began to go off in Robin’s head, signaling that there was something very odd about this boy.
‘Damnit,’ Robin thought to himself. Most kids don’t think to ask how someone knows who they are. It seemed the only way this would work if he’s was honest with the kid. “Look, my name is Robin. I don’t know how you managed to sneak out of the hotel you’re staying at, but it isn’t safe for a kid like yourself to be wandering around this late at night.”
“You’re a kid too,” Conan shot back, still edging out of Robin’s reach. Robin watched as the child did a quick glanced around the room, probably looking for something he could use to defend himself with. Batman would be so proud of this kid.
“Yeah but I have a black belt in three different martial arts and more training then you can think of when it comes to taking down bad guys,” Robin countered. “Let’s just get you back to the hotel to your family okay?”
“Are you the ones who were watching us?” Conan asked. His lips thinned as he continued to stare at Robin, calculating.
Likewise, Robin’s own eyes narrowed. “If I was?”
“You’re obviously not anymore, though your friends I bet are still there,” Conan said darkly. “If you work for them…”
Robin didn’t a chance to ask who ‘them’ were when Conan had accidently bumped into a display while trying to get away from the Boy Wonder. Conan turned around, to see if he had knocked anything down, only to find the display empty.
Sitting on the plush pillow of the display was a card. “I have taken the prize! - Kaitou KID”
“Damnit! I couldn’t stop him!”
Both Conan and Robin looked at each other, realizing they had just said that last sentence in sync. “Ah you’re here to stop Kid?” Conan asked. His head tilted like the curious child he was.
“Yes,” Robin slowly answered.
“A truce until the end of the game then?” Conan asked.
“G-Game?” Robin said surprised. Why did everyone referred to this as a game? It wasn’t a game, people could get hurt!
Conan looked at him, evaluating. “You’re new to this aren’t you?” Conan asked. “Otherwise you would know that Kid’s heists are nothing but big games. There’s an element of danger, especially because he’s a world class idiot.” Conan muttered that last part under his breath. “But they are games.” His voice took a slightly higher pitch as he was trying to act younger and more like his age.
“Look, is there any way I can get you to go back to the hotel?” Robin asked. He’ll have to think about this later. Right now Kid was getting away with the object he promised.
Conan shook his head.
“I’m so not feeling the aster,” Robin muttered. “Fine, a truce.”