Random Wren and Young Justice Snippets 2
Author here: Been working allot of overtime right now. So I'll just be putting up snippets for awhile. Just to get them down so I can work on them later.
"We can argue about this later," Batman interrupted, giving him a calculated stare. It made Jason wonder if the man was trying to fit the information on what he knew about the Red Hood. If he was lying or if he was telling the truth. Jason wanted to beat him around the head a few times. That look could always reduce him to paranoia. "You must keep the child awake. We will take you to where we are holding Red Robin."
Jason turned to her, seeing her dozing and drooling on his shoulder. He shook her a bit, Wren moaned against his shoulder in response. Green Lantern formed a disk that him, Batman, and Wonder Woman stepped onto. On the way to where ever, Jason had to think about why so many heroes were there. They probably wanted to interrogate him. They probably were looking for him all day, trying to figure out where he was and what he was up to. Having called them on their emergency channel to hand over a dying man for them to help had left them with lots of questions. A bit of pride that he was such a priority puffed his chest for a moment before the divide that separated him from them loomed. He was a hero, just not their kind of hero. He was too rough and unpolished and undisciplined.
**
On the station, the Justice League were sitting down to discuss the day's business when Superman noticed Wren under the table. She was sitting close to Batman's seat, tucked away in the shadows. There was a pile of brightly lit papers at her side that she was folding into complex shapes. He'd only noticed the child when one of the paper toys she'd made skittered across the floor while she blew on it.
"Um... she isn't supposed to be here. This is league business," Superman said.
"You're welcome to remove her," Batman said with a sly smirk, knowing that the Kryptonian was wary of the sidekick.
With a small chuckle and running a nervous hand through his hair, he replied, "I guess it doesn't matter. I mean, its not like she'll understand much and it won't hurt anything."
"Pardon?" Batman's tone icy.
"She's well, you know," Superman wouldn't meet his eyes, shuffling his feet. "We're not taking votes on anything important or anything. She can stay."
"Out of our three visitors, Wren may be the most dangerous. Judging from the amount of origami figures, she's been there a while, listening in. And just how did she get onto the station. She was specifically blocked by the transport tube filters from coming back, after the last incident."
"Well, then, you remove her."
"I'll do it," Wonder Woman jumped in. The other heroes had noticed the two talking about the child and had been listening in. Leaning down, she addressed the child, "Sweetly, you're supposed to be on planet, back at YJ HQ. How did you get here?"
Wren finished the flower she was working on and handed it to the princess. "I asked the computer."
"But that shouldn't work," one hero said.
"I asked very nicely," Wren said.
"Never mind that. Why are you here, on station? This is League business we're going to discuss. Its not for you to know or attend."
"There's nothing to do. I just wanted to see what your meetings are like. Back in my world, as leader of Junior Justice, I have the option to attend all Justice League meetings. So far yours are much, much quieter. Nobody is yelling or throwing things and I promise not to set anyone on fire. Even if they deserve it!" Wren glared at Green Arrow. When the sidekick had met the archer, she'd taken a deep disliking to him. Some surmised it was because he was Red Hood's equivalent in her world and Wren thought of him as trying to take her beloved uncle's place.
**
"Death has to be painful," Wally said as he sat in the YJ lounge. "I mean, growing old and dying in your sleep is probably peaceful and all but murder, being killed? It has to hurt. One moment you're alive and SPAT a gun shoots you and you're killed and it has to be painful and hard. And to kill! That's got to be hardest of all. I know I would never, ever kill."
"I killed somebody," Wren's voice was barely above a whisper. She was sitting atop the chaise that was usually Robin's spot. But the young hero had ceded it to the girl while she was here. The dirty leather jacket she'd stolen from Red Hood on that first day around her shoulders. "Red Robin doesn't think I remember but I do. One moment he's alive and SPAT a brick hits him in the head and he's killed and it had to be painful and hard. And I didn't mean to do it. He was a criminal and I had to and he was going to kill Red Robin but I didn't mean to."
"I nearly killed someone once too. I was..." Robin started, trying to jump in before the others said something to the strange girl, but Wally jumped in.
"You can't kill. You can't. Even if its a criminal. That would make you a criminal just like them. Or Red Hood. I bet you he taught you to kill. He's evil and I can't believe Red Robin lets him train you. He should be locked away in Blackgate. Or Arkham!"
There was barely a breath between those words and the yell he gave as Red Hood grabbed his arm tight, hauling him over the couch back. His arm was wrenched as the assassin shook him then a long, cold blade was pressed to his throat. The others gave a started yell of alarm but Robin ordered them to stop.
"Don't move! He's got that blade against KF's jugular. Just a flick of the wrist and KF's dead."
They stood at the ready, watching Red Hood closely for the slightest move, the slightest opening. The group watching. Wren stood to the side, looking at all of them, wondering if she should stand at her uncle's side or not.
"Look at them all, Kid." Red Hood wrenched KF's arm, forcing him to look at some of his team mates. Squinting at them as the pain in his arm distracting the young speedster. "Murder in their eyes. You never know what you're going to do until that moment. When its just you or them. When its kill or be killed. I just have to press just so," he demonstrated, pressing the tip into the soft neck, forcing it back which brought the lines of the throat in sharp contrast. Several beads of blood welling and sliding down to soak the collar. "And you'll die in this Halloween costume." He chuckled as the side kicks made a step towards him but Aqualad ordered them to stand down.
"Please. Will you release my friend. He only speaks in the rash idealism of youth. I, too, once thought I was not capable of killing someone. But when the time came to kill or to save a friend," Aqualad dropped off. "I have killed a few in battle, in defense of my friends and country. It is a hard choice to make but I made it in an instant. Someday, KF may have the same choice in front of him, though I wish it otherwise. Until you are faced with that choice, no one may truly know what they will do."
With a quick flip, Jason handed Wally a spare knife, chuckling darkly the whole time. "So what'll it be, kid. Will you kill me or will I kill you? Here's your chance to choose."
"Somebody, do something!" Megan screamed as the knife pressed harder to the speedsters throat. Blood a little stream now. Only Red Hoods hold was keeping Wally from collapsing on the floor as he wavered, holding the knife handed to him loosely. "He'll kill Wally!"
"Uncle Bluejay never kills children," Wren said as the alien turned to her, pleading. She was holding the jacket now and watching him with trusting, loving eyes. At their protest, she continued. "Oh, he'll beat the crap out of you and it'll hurt really bad but he won't kill you. He's a practice dummy. All Wally has to do is twist to his left. It will break his arm but he can get free. Then he can run away. You don't need your arm to run. And if Wally twisted, broke his arm but stabbed Uncle Bluejay right here," she twisted to indicate a few spots on his side, "the practice criminal won't die so you won't have killed anyone. The only reason Wally's not free yet is because he doesn't want to get hurt or hurt Uncle Bluejay. But he doesn't mind. He's really good and you can't really hurt him unless he lets you. Or, humm, maybe better, if you," Wren moved herself until she was pretty much mimicing the speedsters stance. "Yes, this is better. Just hold up your arm like this. 'Please, Mr. Criminal, don't hurt me,' then swipe his arm over to your side like this," Wren made a sidewards sweeping motion that would have caught the 'dummy criminal's arm between her side and her arm. Then she twisted so that if she was in the hold, her body would have been leaning against the man. "And you can break his arm over your hip. The other hand can come in and a palm strike to the face or an elbow to the jaw if you twisted just a bit more. Then shift your weight like this," she demonstrated. "Use your body to force him down. Then a knee strike to the sternum or break his other arm like this."
They all stared incredulously at her. Red Hood threw back his head to laugh, putting the kriss back n its sheaf and tossing KF across the room at them.
"She's, ah, she's kinda right, you know," Robin said. He had made the same assessments that she did and come up with slightly different plans but there was the same underpinnings. In order to get free, you had to really hurt them.
"We can argue about this later," Batman interrupted, giving him a calculated stare. It made Jason wonder if the man was trying to fit the information on what he knew about the Red Hood. If he was lying or if he was telling the truth. Jason wanted to beat him around the head a few times. That look could always reduce him to paranoia. "You must keep the child awake. We will take you to where we are holding Red Robin."
Jason turned to her, seeing her dozing and drooling on his shoulder. He shook her a bit, Wren moaned against his shoulder in response. Green Lantern formed a disk that him, Batman, and Wonder Woman stepped onto. On the way to where ever, Jason had to think about why so many heroes were there. They probably wanted to interrogate him. They probably were looking for him all day, trying to figure out where he was and what he was up to. Having called them on their emergency channel to hand over a dying man for them to help had left them with lots of questions. A bit of pride that he was such a priority puffed his chest for a moment before the divide that separated him from them loomed. He was a hero, just not their kind of hero. He was too rough and unpolished and undisciplined.
**
On the station, the Justice League were sitting down to discuss the day's business when Superman noticed Wren under the table. She was sitting close to Batman's seat, tucked away in the shadows. There was a pile of brightly lit papers at her side that she was folding into complex shapes. He'd only noticed the child when one of the paper toys she'd made skittered across the floor while she blew on it.
"Um... she isn't supposed to be here. This is league business," Superman said.
"You're welcome to remove her," Batman said with a sly smirk, knowing that the Kryptonian was wary of the sidekick.
With a small chuckle and running a nervous hand through his hair, he replied, "I guess it doesn't matter. I mean, its not like she'll understand much and it won't hurt anything."
"Pardon?" Batman's tone icy.
"She's well, you know," Superman wouldn't meet his eyes, shuffling his feet. "We're not taking votes on anything important or anything. She can stay."
"Out of our three visitors, Wren may be the most dangerous. Judging from the amount of origami figures, she's been there a while, listening in. And just how did she get onto the station. She was specifically blocked by the transport tube filters from coming back, after the last incident."
"Well, then, you remove her."
"I'll do it," Wonder Woman jumped in. The other heroes had noticed the two talking about the child and had been listening in. Leaning down, she addressed the child, "Sweetly, you're supposed to be on planet, back at YJ HQ. How did you get here?"
Wren finished the flower she was working on and handed it to the princess. "I asked the computer."
"But that shouldn't work," one hero said.
"I asked very nicely," Wren said.
"Never mind that. Why are you here, on station? This is League business we're going to discuss. Its not for you to know or attend."
"There's nothing to do. I just wanted to see what your meetings are like. Back in my world, as leader of Junior Justice, I have the option to attend all Justice League meetings. So far yours are much, much quieter. Nobody is yelling or throwing things and I promise not to set anyone on fire. Even if they deserve it!" Wren glared at Green Arrow. When the sidekick had met the archer, she'd taken a deep disliking to him. Some surmised it was because he was Red Hood's equivalent in her world and Wren thought of him as trying to take her beloved uncle's place.
**
"Death has to be painful," Wally said as he sat in the YJ lounge. "I mean, growing old and dying in your sleep is probably peaceful and all but murder, being killed? It has to hurt. One moment you're alive and SPAT a gun shoots you and you're killed and it has to be painful and hard. And to kill! That's got to be hardest of all. I know I would never, ever kill."
"I killed somebody," Wren's voice was barely above a whisper. She was sitting atop the chaise that was usually Robin's spot. But the young hero had ceded it to the girl while she was here. The dirty leather jacket she'd stolen from Red Hood on that first day around her shoulders. "Red Robin doesn't think I remember but I do. One moment he's alive and SPAT a brick hits him in the head and he's killed and it had to be painful and hard. And I didn't mean to do it. He was a criminal and I had to and he was going to kill Red Robin but I didn't mean to."
"I nearly killed someone once too. I was..." Robin started, trying to jump in before the others said something to the strange girl, but Wally jumped in.
"You can't kill. You can't. Even if its a criminal. That would make you a criminal just like them. Or Red Hood. I bet you he taught you to kill. He's evil and I can't believe Red Robin lets him train you. He should be locked away in Blackgate. Or Arkham!"
There was barely a breath between those words and the yell he gave as Red Hood grabbed his arm tight, hauling him over the couch back. His arm was wrenched as the assassin shook him then a long, cold blade was pressed to his throat. The others gave a started yell of alarm but Robin ordered them to stop.
"Don't move! He's got that blade against KF's jugular. Just a flick of the wrist and KF's dead."
They stood at the ready, watching Red Hood closely for the slightest move, the slightest opening. The group watching. Wren stood to the side, looking at all of them, wondering if she should stand at her uncle's side or not.
"Look at them all, Kid." Red Hood wrenched KF's arm, forcing him to look at some of his team mates. Squinting at them as the pain in his arm distracting the young speedster. "Murder in their eyes. You never know what you're going to do until that moment. When its just you or them. When its kill or be killed. I just have to press just so," he demonstrated, pressing the tip into the soft neck, forcing it back which brought the lines of the throat in sharp contrast. Several beads of blood welling and sliding down to soak the collar. "And you'll die in this Halloween costume." He chuckled as the side kicks made a step towards him but Aqualad ordered them to stand down.
"Please. Will you release my friend. He only speaks in the rash idealism of youth. I, too, once thought I was not capable of killing someone. But when the time came to kill or to save a friend," Aqualad dropped off. "I have killed a few in battle, in defense of my friends and country. It is a hard choice to make but I made it in an instant. Someday, KF may have the same choice in front of him, though I wish it otherwise. Until you are faced with that choice, no one may truly know what they will do."
With a quick flip, Jason handed Wally a spare knife, chuckling darkly the whole time. "So what'll it be, kid. Will you kill me or will I kill you? Here's your chance to choose."
"Somebody, do something!" Megan screamed as the knife pressed harder to the speedsters throat. Blood a little stream now. Only Red Hoods hold was keeping Wally from collapsing on the floor as he wavered, holding the knife handed to him loosely. "He'll kill Wally!"
"Uncle Bluejay never kills children," Wren said as the alien turned to her, pleading. She was holding the jacket now and watching him with trusting, loving eyes. At their protest, she continued. "Oh, he'll beat the crap out of you and it'll hurt really bad but he won't kill you. He's a practice dummy. All Wally has to do is twist to his left. It will break his arm but he can get free. Then he can run away. You don't need your arm to run. And if Wally twisted, broke his arm but stabbed Uncle Bluejay right here," she twisted to indicate a few spots on his side, "the practice criminal won't die so you won't have killed anyone. The only reason Wally's not free yet is because he doesn't want to get hurt or hurt Uncle Bluejay. But he doesn't mind. He's really good and you can't really hurt him unless he lets you. Or, humm, maybe better, if you," Wren moved herself until she was pretty much mimicing the speedsters stance. "Yes, this is better. Just hold up your arm like this. 'Please, Mr. Criminal, don't hurt me,' then swipe his arm over to your side like this," Wren made a sidewards sweeping motion that would have caught the 'dummy criminal's arm between her side and her arm. Then she twisted so that if she was in the hold, her body would have been leaning against the man. "And you can break his arm over your hip. The other hand can come in and a palm strike to the face or an elbow to the jaw if you twisted just a bit more. Then shift your weight like this," she demonstrated. "Use your body to force him down. Then a knee strike to the sternum or break his other arm like this."
They all stared incredulously at her. Red Hood threw back his head to laugh, putting the kriss back n its sheaf and tossing KF across the room at them.
"She's, ah, she's kinda right, you know," Robin said. He had made the same assessments that she did and come up with slightly different plans but there was the same underpinnings. In order to get free, you had to really hurt them.