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Ryan sat there quietly, not making any noise for a few minutes. He just shuttered and shook, occasionally sniffling. He graciously allowed Juliettee to touch him in this weak state. "...thanks." He said, after the wave of emotion passed, slowly sitting up and smiling at her. His eyes were puffy, but they weren't watering anymore. He looked really tired, but it was clear he wasn't going to be sleeping tonight.
Brand didn't even look at Z as he moved away from them. His eyes shone with a fire that wasn't there before. "Z, come." Rick called, looking at Brand to do the same. Lukas looked at his two friends. "Good luck?" He said, not to sure of what to say. Brand kept walking, following Rick closely.

Rick led them to a small room. There were several mannequins dressed in different outfits. Some outfits had more clothes while others didn't. Some were labeled with specific power types. There were clothes folded up in drawers, some were hanging on racks. Some were just pieces of uniforms. "Pick something, it doesn't have to be your permanent uniform, but it's gotta be something." He said. "Lukas's powers require a little more fine tuning to his outfit, so he's going to stay behind or else he's just going to face plant Dallas itself."
"You need to learn how to explain your powers clearly," Bruce said, looking at her, but his expression soften just a little bit, "but you did fine." He replied, turning to the bat computer. "You guys can go, don't get into any trouble. Lay low for a day or two." He paused, looking down at his son. "Aren't you supposed to be at school right now?" Damian shrugged, shaking his head. "What's the point?" He asked before leaving. Bruce frowned before turning to his big screen and began typing things. "Dick, Lacy, you two stay." He ordered.

Tim looked back at Dick, who looked at him. Dick gave him a little 'go on', gesture before turning back to his mentor. Tim's heart sunk a little at bruce's request, but understood why. Damian walked passed Tim, glancing at him. The young boy's green eyes looked over Tim, from head to toe. "Did you eat lunch yet?" Tim shook his head, wondering why Damian cared. "Come on, let's go out with Alfred somewhere." He strongly suggested, almost ordering as he began walking once again. Tim looked back at Z briefly before following Damian.
After she finished signing, Tim looked away from her. "So, if that's what happened," Damian started, suddenly stepping in on this issue, "then where did Sacker go?" Tim looked at his feet, thinking back to how hurt Senna looked when she found the two. He swallowed, shaking his head. He didn't know how to answer the question.

"She's gotta be doing one of two things, either she's high strung like she usually is and getting some space, or she's doing something stupid." Bruce, Damian, and Tim sent Dick looks at his statement. It was most likely true, but he didn't need to word it like that at a time like this.

"Z, can you explain to me exactly what happened with your powers, what caused you to act the way you did." Bruce requested, staring at the young girl. "Why didn't you have control?"
Nightwing turned to look at Batman, but he was already gone, as if he was never been there in the first place. "...See you there." Nightwing grumbled, rolling his eyes at the masked million heir.

~casually does a skip so they're all thereeeeeeee~

Nightwing pulled his masked off, tossing it onto a nearby metal work desk. He crossed his arms and leaned his back against the edge of the table. Bruce stood in front of the main computer, his back facing it. His cowl was pulled down to reveal a not-so-playful expression. Tim's mask was in hand. He noticed an out of uniform Damian standing close to his father. The nosy kid liked seeing Drake in the hot seat. After all, Damian wasn't Tim's number one fan.

"...Well..." Tim started non-intelligently, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. "...Z and I sorta, you know, did it." He said bluntly, looking down at the ground. He felt like all eyes were on him and Z. "No, I didn't want to do it. She used a set of powers that I didn't even know she had which made me do it." He looked at Z from across the room, frowning. "But I'm pretty sure she didn't want to do it either."
"Okay, someone wanna tell me what the h*ll is going on here?" Nightwing asked, getting to his feet, stepping closer to Lacy. His eyes fell on Z and Trick, the smoke clearing.

"I was hoping the same thing." A low voice said from behind Red Robin. Batman stepped out of the shadows, scowling. Red Robin moved out of the way, glancing at Z and then everyone else. "We should go back to the Batcave...and fill everyone in there?" He suggested, waiting for Z's input.

Senna Sacker hopped onto her motocycle, her staddle bags stuffs to the gills. She put her full face helmet on and started the ignition. "Stupid. They're all stupid." She muttered under her breath, zipping off, riding through the streets of Gotham until she passed a sign reading, 'Now leaving Gotham, come back soon!'
Ashe scowled at Lacy's answer, Dessie sat there, her plump, glossy lips squeezed together as she blushed. Lukas looked around. "hey, where's Brand?" He asked. Samuel looked up, tilting his head. "He is not present." He answered, not understanding what Lukas was getting at.

"No, hun, that's not what he means." Dessie said to the alien, giggling. Samuel blushed, his pointer finger touching his bottom lip. "Oh, the 'oopsie' of flowers." He quoted, going back to his ice cream. Ashe snorted at this kid's attempt.

As if on cue, both Rick and Brand entered the kitchen. "I have a mission for you." He said to the room. "'cept speedy gonzalos, you're staying here and watching." Lukas sighed with relief, Brand walked over to where his best friends where, not saying anything.

"Chiron, Viper, and Iridescent Girl, I want you three to take Brand and Z out to patrol Dallas. There's some weird activity down there and I want you to check things out." Rick explained, crossing his arms. "Show the noobs the ropes, it shouldn't be anything too exciting."
Sparrow trembled with rage. She was so angry she almost missed what the h*ll was going on with Z. "Since when can you speak?" She asked, acid woven into her words. She looked up at Nightwing, who also looked a bit surprised. "Sorry about this." She told him as she folded her legs in, kicking him with both feet square in the chest. Nightwing gasped, the air knocked out of him, as he fell to the ground besides Sparrow. As he fell he hit a button on his belt. The short girl rolled out underneath him and jumped to her feet. She reached into her pouch and took out a bullet-case like item and threw it at Z. Before it hit her, it exploded into a cloud of tan, drug-filled gas.

Recovering, Nightwing looked up at Sparrow. "What the heck is wrong with you, Sparrow?!" He called at her. She kept her gaze trained on who she believed was a possessed Z. "Who's the one who needs to be a little more whelmed, now?" She asked Nightwing calmly. "Idiots, it's clear as day, and if you can't see it..." Sparrow growled, reaching into her pouch once again. There was the sound of metal dancing through the air as a batarang hit Sparrow's hand. She hissed in pain, whipping her hand back from her pouch.

Red Robin stood there in full uniform, looking at Sparrow. He didn't say anything, he just stared at her. He carried three more batarangs in his right hand.

"You're all a lost cause!" Sparrow shouted, gritting her teeth. "You don't trust me, none of you ever did, so if you want people like her," She snapped, pointing at Lacy, "and her" She roared, snapping her finger in Z's direction, "in your life," She screamed, quickly pulling something out of her pouches. "Then stay the f*** out of mine." She whispered coldly, before throwing a good dozen smoke pellets down. The whole entire street filled with smoke.
Lukas blinked at the nickname, but felt comfortable enough to shove some carrots into his mouth. He noticed Z coming into the kitchen. He swallowed his carrots and smiled at her. "hey, come sit with us! I'm just enjoying some hazing." He joked. Dessie laughed at the joke, Samuel cocked his head. "Please, what is...'hazing'?" He asked anyone. No one answered him.

Ashe looked at Lacy. "Hey, arntch'ya 'possed to be on babysitting duty with Ace?" She asked, finishing her chilled pizza. She swallowed loudly and threw the plate into the sink like it was a Frisbee. Both Samuel and Lukas jumped at the loud noise of a glass plate landing in a metal sink.
Sparrow looked down at Z, her upper lip curled by like an aggravated animal. "I knew not to trust you, I told him to stay away from you." She growled, a look of pain on her face. "Now you're gonna hurt. And then you're gonna go to jail." She growled, her expression growing darker. She threw one of her talons down. The sai found it's mark deep in Z's right shoulder. Sparrow punched the hit, sending it even deeper into Z. "You like that? It's kind like when you told him to go harder, huh? Don't you think?"

"Sparrow, stop it!" A male voice shouted from behind her. Sparrow didn't even have to turn and look to see who it was. "Just walk away, Nightwing." She warned, raking the other talon across Z's leg, right where the marks from Tim's fingers nails were. She then pierced the weapon into Z's left knee.

"SPARROW!" Nightwing shouted, jumping on her and pinning her to the ground. Sparrow glared at him. "You don't know what she did to Tim!" She shouted, trying to wiggle out of Nightwing's grasp. "I don't want to hurt you, you don't even know what she is!"
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