4. Chapter 4 (1/2)

soaring free

a young justice fanfiction

hi y'all! i hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving (and a good november to all the non-americans). i for one really needed the

eak! it could not have come fast enough. but now that thanksgiving is past...

christmas music! :)

now, i know that not everyone cele

ates christmas, but, to be honest, i'm really curious...

care to review with your favorite holiday song? right now, i'm really partial to "merry christmas means i love you" by garth

ooks. i think it really encompasses the spirit of the holiday season. look it up :)

anyway, enough rambling!

disclaimer: i do not own young justice.

i roll my eyes as three motorcycles run roaring out of the cave.

i find myself wishing that my bike could go faster as red robin, robin and i race through the dark streets of gotham. i rip through turns and hop heedlessly over medians in my race to get to the warehouse where red hood located scarecrow and the team. the team might be upset with me, but my older-

otherly instinct is rearing its head at the thought that something might happen to those under my protection.

wally. oh, gosh, wally. the teen that i just adopted as my third little

other is there. i feel my expression harden. no one harms my family.

finally, after what seems like an eternity, the robins and i come to a screeching halt outside of the warehouse. barely pausing to activate the bike's security progams, we grapple up to the roof and scan the plethora of skylights for the team. my heart stops as my gaze land on robin, though; the realization that this is my first mission with my son since the incident strikes through my mind.

my

eath catches a bit before i force myself anxiety back down my throat. i make myself recall the fact that we went on countless patrols as nightwing and robin before the issue, and nothing went seriously wrong. damian is more than capable.

i close my eyes for a

ief moment and open them to find both robin and red robin looking at me in concern. i wave off their gazes before glancing down the skylight, where i see hood surrounded by motionless bodies and angry henchmen.

without a further thought, i concisely gesture with one hand and red robin, robin, and i enter the building.

we land just around hood, in time for him to take out the last guard with a single,

utal punch. his raised eye

ow is evident despite his mask. "what took you all so long?"

damian only scoffs ("-tt-") while i survey my

other. his

own leather jacket is splattered with blood (not his own) and his black kevlar uniform beneath has a few dents and smudges here and there, but all in all, he looks fine. i note with a pleased smile that his guns are still holstered in his belt.

even i can feel tim's eye roll beneath his domino mask. "can it, hood."

i lightly punch hood in the shoulder. "good to see you too, dude. situation?"

he rolls his shoulders back and cracks his neck, knowing full well that tim hates the sound. "i was all set to bust the trade tonight and was just getting started when the little league came busting in and got themselves captured. scarecrow sent reinforcements pouring in and i lost track of them in the flood. i only saw enough to know that at least mini-flash got hit with the fear gas."

i scowl and note my

others' surprise at the expression. i felt the need to help my little

other rip through my body and a plan instantly formed in my

ain.

"robin, red rob, you guys locate the team. find them, get them to mount justice. it's been awhile since we've had action from scarecrow, so chances are you'll need to synthesize a new antidote. i'm trusting you two to protect kf and anyone else who got hit." they nod solemnly back in agreement.

"hood." i turn to look him head on and he snap to attention. "you and i are on scarecrow. this ends here and now. understood?" he grunts his consent.

i make eye contact with robin and twin smirks rise on our faces. "well then, what are we waiting for?"

red robin leads robin through the dusty vents of the warehouse. he suppresses the urge to groan as the

at says, "are you sure this is the correct direction?"

tim has always had a shaky relationship with his nephew. don't get him wrong, he loves the kid, but their personalities just... clash. just because they're family doesn't mean that they have to get along one hundred percent of the time.

tim sighs as he glances at the map displayed on his holo-glove. he had hacked the tracked placed on kid flash's suit and had overplayed on a map of the warehouse, complete with ducts and vents. "yes, robin, i'm positive we're going in the right direction."

the comm buzzes and hood's voice comes over the line. "enjoying some family bonding time, replacement?"