"Tweety" (the third Blackbird, third Robin, and Impulse/Second Kid Flash) is officially in the works! Just need to binge Young Justice rq-
You dangled your legs as you sat on the arm of Batman's chair, which Damian was currently occupying.
"It's kind of weird that Bruce has to go to the Watchtower, don't you think?" You asked.
"Eh," he shrugged.
"You're awfully quiet. I wonder why..." you gave a look to all the teenagers on the screen. Your phone buzzed.
Renee👮♀️: Working late. Feed Damian. No going out until Bruce gets back.
Bart and Rachel already canceled 💔
Yes ma'am! 🫡 Also, that sucks!
We need to call them and reschedule!!!
Damian needs to meet them 🙄
Renee👮♀️: Agreed
Damian let out a sigh.
"Who needs the Teen Titans?" He asked, the question being more so directed at himself rather than you. "Teen Titans." He scoffed. "Stupid name anyway."
You rolled your eyes.
"I'll make my own team," he continued, "Yeah, maybe we'll even lead an assault on Titans Tower. Show them how well we can work together."
He ran his tongue along his pointed teeth.
"You're so fucking weird. How the hell were you an assassin?"
"Shut up, Lorri."
"You called me by my name. Interesting."
"Don't get used to it, Powder."
"Again with 'Powder'?" You groaned. "You and I both know it was an accident! I didn't mean to!"
"Sure..."
You and Damian stilled, before he whipped around, and sliced through something. You jumped out of the chair with him, and stared at the star-shaped creature on the floor.
Batman glared down at you both.
Damian laughed.
"You tried to sneak up on me?" He asked. "My mother taught me out to avoid that in the crib," he bragged.
Bruce slowly looked up at the screen.
"Father, are you, okay?"
"Bruce?" You called. "You want me to call Renee? She'll come home if you're not feeling well," You spoke with a comforting tone, yet you didn't approach him.
Suddenly, Bruce's fingers began to twist and crack at an alarmingly fast pace. His whole body began to twitch, and he let out a sound of struggle.
Damian slowly moved to stand in front of you, and you grabbed his upper arm as Bruce began to twitch more violently.
Bruce let out a scream as he threw his head back, and out emerged another star-shaped creature. It attached itself to Bruce's upper face. It opened it's one eye, observing the room.
"What?" Damian asked.
Bruce lunged towards you both, and you leaped away, opposite from Damian. You dashed back to him, and knocked a baterang away from him just as Bruce threw it. Another flew past you, and it grazed Damian's arm.
He grunted.
Finally, Damian ran forward to attack.
Damian fought like an assassin. Like an Arab. Like an Al Ghul. You fought like Black Bird. You had learned long ago not to get in Damian's way when he was fighting. You figured Damian would knock some sense into Bruce, until Batman kicked him to the ground.
Hard.
You dashed forward, coming at him with your more American-style fighting technique, but Bruce sent you flying back, right into Damian, and over the ledge of the platform. You both screamed.
Bruce watched as you two fell, before turning back to the Batcomputer.
"The Southern hemisphere has been taken over," Superman spoke through the computer. "We'll be at the tipping point soon, and this planet will be ours."
"And the others?" Batman asked.
"They've been taken care of. All threats have been infected. It is time."
"It is time."
Batman ended the call, and drove out of the cave shortly after.
"I think he's gone," you whispered to Damian. "You should eat more. You're all skin and bones."
You were pressed tightly to Damian as you both hung from your grapple.
"Maybe you're just overweight."
You glared at him.
"That fucking hurt, Damian."
He seemed a little stunned as you began to pull you both upwards.
"I meant..." he paused. "You're squishy."
You looked back at him, brows raised in shock.
"Forget I said that."
"Already am," you pulled yourself over the ledge, before reaching down and pulling your companion up.
You both began to pant, and you forced yourself up, stumbling towards the Batcomputer. You stared in shock at the screen as Batcow walked past to greet Damian.
"They've all been infected," Damian repeated from behind you.
"We need to find Jon," you whipped around to him.
"What? No!" He suddenly burst. "What about Umi- I mean, Renee?"
"She's a cop, Damian! Not a super hero! She's only human. We need a kryptonian!"
Batcow let out a moo.
"Ugh! Fine! But only 'cause you asked," Damian said to Batcow.
"Aw, fuck you! You too, you stupid cow!"
•••
You hopped out of the jet, and entered the school building, Damian following in toe. You began to search the halls for Jon.
You turned to the sound of shoes squeaking against the floor.
"Really? Isn't that a little obvious?" Damian asked, motioning to Jonathan's Superman hoodie.
"I was actually a fan before I found out," Jon spat. "You know who was my... you know what?! It doesn't matter! What are you doing here?"
"Aliens are taking over the globe," Damian said bluntly.
"Batman's compromised," you added. "And so is Dayleen and your Dad. We have to save them. Come on," you motioned, and you and Damian began to walk away.
"W-w-what? H-how?" Jon jogged to catch up.
"What happened to your face?" Damian asked, pointing.
"Uh, actually another power kicked in today, so... it was super strength."
"You got in a fight?!" You shrieked. "Jon!" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "You're fragile! You can't do that!"
"What? No I'm not!" He shoved you off him, flushed and sweaty. "Just, please, stay on point! What is this about aliens?"
"That's right, you're a little slow."
"Damian!"
"What?" He asked exasperatedly. "Okay, one more time," he began to walk again. "Batman showed up, tried to stick some parasitic organism on us. We saw that you were next on the list. So here we are. I've just saved you. You're welcome."
"Look at this," someone spoke. "You hanging out with cosplay losers now?"
The boy approached all three of you.
"Who's this, Jon?" You asked.
"The guy I fought with."
"I kicked his ass," the boy bragged, arms crossed.
"Hm. Did he kick yours?"
"Uh, no."
"Then allow me," you kicked him in the nuts as hard as you could (which was a lot) and he collapsed to the floor.
Jon gasped.
"Blackbird!"
"C'mon, Jon. Let's go."
"Jonathan," someone else called.
You all stared into the darkness.
"Jonathan. It's time to go home."
"Lois?" You asked.
Jon began to step forward, before Damian pinned him against the lockers.
"She's compromised."
"Oh, my mom never compromises."
"No, Jon, she's been taken over," you explained.
"What? No. No! She's fine," he argued.
"I've been around the block, Kent," Damian spat. "I know when someone's being mind controlled."
"Sh-shut up."
"What, don't believe me? Test her then."
"Okay, fine," Jon finally agreed as Damian let him go. "I'll test her. Hi, Mom. Uh... When we get home, can I play video games and maybe break into that tub of ice cream you try to hide from me in the freezer?"
"Of course, dear. That sounds like a marvelous idea. Now, come over here and give me a hug."
"Yeah, she's been taken over."
"Told you."