The Young Justice

17

"We're crash?" Nightwing asked himself.

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Storm had just dealt with two robberies, a mugging, three monsters, and found a random kid stuck in a tree. Yeah, Gotham had somehow become more active during the day.

That was when she got an alert on her watch. There was an intruder in the Cave.

She sighed. Nightwing was on duty today, but some feeling told her this would be imortant and she wouldn't want to miss it.

Storm gathered her energy and then evaporated. She obviously hadn't done it in the middle of a park, don't worry.

When she appeared there, she barely had time to sense the red blur before she grabbed the back of its collar and held it up like a cat would hold it's kitten, by the scruff of its neck.

"Ow! Who the hell are... OH MY GODS!"

"Holy Hera, the thing speaks?" she asked Nightwing who was staring at her in either relief or confusion. "Got an alert."

He nodded, thankful for the clarification/explanation on how she arrived. "By the way, I had him," he said, pointing to the kid in her hands.

"Now I have him," she replied, you could practically hear the smirk, though there was probably none actually there.

"Well, thank you," Nightwing replied, then turned to look at the boy. He was still staring at Storm in awe.

"Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my fricking gods! You... You... You're Storm! You are literally iconic! You said...and you did...and..."

Storm shook her head as Nightwing approached with handcuffs. He cuffed the boy's wrists and then his legs, obviously so he couldn't run.

"Thanks, Princess."

"Anytime, Richie."

Wing groaned, but he couldn't be bothered to be angry with her.

He pulled the boy out of Storm's grasp and looked at him. "Now that was crash."

The boy groaned. "For you, maybe. Me, I'm feeling the mode."

They set him down on a bench in the centre of the Cave and all four stared down at the boy. After a brief explanation of where "Impulse" was from, Nightwing had left right after the explanation while the other three stood and looked at Impulse skeptically.

"You're a tourist...from the future?" Robin clarified.

"Why so surprised?" chuckled Impulse. "Half the meat at Comic-Con are from my era."

Beast Boy looked at Robin as he stared at Impulse, thinking deeply.

"Look, look, guys, we should all be friends. I'm really one of you. Part of the heroic legacy, right? My name's Bart Allen. You know, grandson of Barry Allen. The Flash."

"Noted. Not believed. But noted," replied Beast Boy.

Storm brushed past the other two and bent down to be level with Impulse. She studied him with her piercing eyes that Impulse was terrified she was about to pulverize him, which he would not have been shocked about.

Except she didn't She stood up and walked back to the other three. "He has some of Barry's DNA, I sensed it."

Beast Boy had no idea what was going on now, but Robin looked at her carefully. She nodded in response.

"Right, the Bat-language. Nods, grunts, handsignals, and looks," Impulse observed. The two Bats turned to stare at him harshly, as if thinking of ways to make him disappear. "You guys are terrifying. No wonder the Batfam are the most feared vigilantes."