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Ricki was on her knees atop her bed within her room. She brushed her long shiny black hair back as she wrote upon the wall with a red crayon. The fifteen year old didn't like this room. She didn't like being on this team, and she didn't that the Flash had forced her to leave her home. Ricki didn't much care for the Flash either. Who was he to tell her what to do? Who was he to spoil her fun in Keystone City?

[indent]....[i]No, wait... That's not right[/i]....[/indent]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][i]....That was... then....[/i] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

It was déjà vu all over again. Here she was now in another room, in another 'secret' headquarters, with another team. Ricki hoped that this venture with a new team would go better than her tenure with the last.

Over two years ago, Ricki had joined the team dubbed Young Justice, a group made up of young sidekicks and protégés of the Justice League. Ricki hadn't joined the team on her own. Oh no. That was the bright idea of the Human Glowstick, better known as the Flash. The Flash took it upon himself to not only end Ricki's criminal ways and acts of domestic terrorism in Keystone, but to try and help reform. What better way to do that than to uproot the girl from Keystone to Star City to train with a group of youngsters of similar age? It seemed to be a good idea at the time. And for the first week they were together the team did great. During that first week the newly formed Young Justice faced off against Kobra agents, winning the skirmish and saving the day with a fair amount of ease. Days after is when it all fell apart for Ricki. The cold-based villain known as Icicle (Junior) was spotted outside of a school one afternoon. The alarm in the headquarters sounded alerting the gang to the said villain's located. The team quickly leapt to action. But, they left without any organization, without any sort of plan... and they left without Ricki. They left the girl behind alone and forgotten. The fifteen year old watched the battle on the monitors. It was over before it really had begun. Yes, the team had won, but not without one casualty. One young member was injured during the melee, not by an attack by the villain, but from an attack on the villain made by a fellow teammate. Upon their return to base Young Justice received a thorough and sound verbal thrashing from the Batman. Hours later, Ricki packed her things and exited the underground headquarters, leaving Star City and Young Justice behind.

Now, here she was again. In another room of another secret base with another young team. Writing random, sometimes disturbing, thoughts and phrases on the wall.

"Outsiders. This is Fenrir," said the stern male voice on her tiny communicator that lay upon the nightstand beside her bed. "We have a job. Make for the Cruiser. We leave in five."

The eighteen year old casually placed the red crayon back in its box of forty-eight, then returned the box to its place upon the nightstand. After crawling off her bed Ricki stretched, arching her back as she lifted her arms high into the air. The young woman as partially dressed for action already. Her red spandex harlequin costume covered the lower part of her body from her waist to her ankles. while the top half was clumsily tied by the loose sleeves about her waist. She untied said sleeves and proceeded to slip a toned arm in each. She did yet slip up the costume though, leaving a good portion of her upper torso exposed, from her neck down to her diaphragm with showing just a peek of her well defined abs. Obviously, Ricki was not wearing a top underneath her costume, only a black sports bra that fit snuggly around her bosom. Blue gloves soon covered her delicate hands and boots were slipped over her dainty feet, both reminiscent of those worn by swashbucklers or pirateers in days gone by. Ricki then gathered up her jacket from the bedpost, a short blue jacket with yellow trim and puffy sleeves. Next she stepped over to the end of her bed where set a small black duffle bag upon a heavy foot locker of similar color. Satisfied with the bags contents, the youthful vigilante unzipped up throwing the strap over one shoulder. Before she reached to door Ricki removed the white silicone mask with a turquoise wig sewn atop from a  foam mannequin's head and picked up her [i]punchline[/i] from the dresser. Confident she had all she needed, Ricki opened the door and exited her room....

....only to return a second later to retrieve her tiny communicator.

A moment or two later, Ricki boarded the jet, her mask barely atop her head not yet pulled over her face, the front of her costume still needing to be zipped up, twirling her punchline nonchalantly as she stepped inside.

[i]**Guys. Let's just calm down and relax please. We have somewhere to be...**[/i]

Ricki dropped her weapon/grappling device immediately grabbed her head and shutting her eyes at the sound of the invading voice. The voice was neither loud nor threatening, but it upset her just the same. "Nononono!" the girl muttered to herself. She stood there a few seconds more until she was sure the talking had stopped. Satisfied that it indeed had, Ricki picked up her favorite toy and proceeded on her way inside the jet. Now, apart of her new that Poltergeist was a telepath and that it had obviously been his voice in her head. At the same time, Ricki sometimes heard voices when there were no telepaths around. Either way, never did she enjoy the experience.

Finding an empty seat beside the telepath Ricki sat herself beside the young man. Placing her duffle bag in her lap and setting her punchline atop of it she sat quietly while crossing her ankles awaiting for the supersonic vehicle to take off.

"You know, the last time I was on a plane it exploded," she said to Jaymi matter-of-factly, leaning towards him a bit and making the hand gesture of something being blown up. Then she added with a smirk, "'Course, [i]I'm[/i] the one who blew it up. Blew it up with my balls. Have you seen my balls? They're quite lovely." Then, Ricki went silent again, looking around the cabin of the jet wondering why they hadn't taken off yet.