BATMAN JUMPED OUT OF the vehicle and pulled off his mask, his Boy Wonder following in a similar manner. Sweat poured down his face, sticking his usually "styled-to-perfection" black hair to his forehead.

"That was so wicked! Did you see their faces when we came down? Priceless!" Dick laughed, hopping into the seat of the Bat-computer, beginning to type in the mission report.

Batman, now Bruce since he took off the cowl, rolled his eyes at the boy's childish antics, but the corners of his mouth pulled up nonetheless. He raised a gloved hand up in a futile attempt to wipe the sweat off of his face.

"It isn't a game, Dick. We easily could've gotten killed," he lectured.

"Yeah. But we didn't," the boy pointed out, not looking away from the screen as his fingers flew over the keyboard.

Bruce let out an inaudible sigh as he bent down to inspect one of the tires. He hoped that one day his sidekick would learned that what they do is serious. One wrong move, one stray bullet, one slip-up, and it's all over. Contrary to popular belief, they weren't invincible. They weren't Clark or Diana, with impenetrable skin and immortality, no, they were just human. And that was perhaps their greatest weakness, their humanity.

And some days it bothered him to no end, the fact that everyone else on the League put in so much less effort than he did, but still does exactly the same level of efficient work as him, maybe even better. But of course, none of them are The World's Greatest Detective, now were they?

"So, any news on Blackout?" Dick's voice rang across the cave, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Unfortunately, no."

With that, his mind wandered back into the realm of deep thought. He inwardly cringed at the thought of her joining his teamー his team, which he worked for so many hours to perfect its members, only for it to be all destroyed. She would completely ruin the dynamic. He had run the calculations; before, there was very little chance for one of the current members to mess anything up.

But now Blackout was here. Blackout, who was a wild, reckless, snarky, know-it-all. And to put the icing on the cake: a criminal.

Sure, maybe he'd begrudgingly admit that, yes, she was skilled. She was a mini-Catwomanー and had all the fighting technique to back it up. She always somehow had the gadgets that will seemingly do whatever needs to be done in that moment, which irritated him beyond compare. She probablyー obviously didn't plan ahead for anything. If she did, she would preform outstandingly better, and God help them if she ever actually figured that out.

That was maybe the only thing keeping him from personally hunting down The Big Blue Boy Scout with a kryptonite ring. She had potential. But the team dynamic would still be messed up. Rough calculations told him that she had a 15% chance of not completely destroying it.

He had almost broken somethingー and still wanted toー when Clark agreed to her stupid little deal. (He wished it had been her, but he unfortunately had a rule about that.)

For a brief moment Bruce considered taking a breakー maybe going on a vacation. He couldn't do anything anyways, so did he really want to just watch his city crumble around him? To just sit there and look at all of the damage he would have to clean up at the end of the week?

The thought immediately left his head as quick as it had come. He couldn't leave Gotham, no matter who was loose.

His train of thought was broken once again when Alfred walked into the room, carrying a silver tray with glasses of water on it. Bruce stood up as Dick turned around and let out a shout of joy. He did a flip off of the chair and ran up to Alfred, grabbing the waters and chugging them down at an inhuman speed that would've made Barry proud.

"Thanks- Alfie- I- was- really- thir- sty," he managed to say in between gulps.

"Master Dick, I do suggest you slow down before you get the hiccups," Alfred said, hardly paying attention to the boy, instead his eyes locked with Bruce's.

Bruce reached forward and grabbed a glass of water, taking a sip. "Something wrong?"

"Well, you see, Master Bruce, it seems someone has activated the Bat-signal," he explained.

He felt a look of confusion wash over his face as his eyebrows furrowed. He stared at Alfred while taking another sip.

The Bat-signal? He thought, That thing hadn't been used since my early years as Batman. Who wouldー?

Then he froze mid-sip as his eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed in annoyance. He quickly finished the water and set it back down on the tray, before tugging the cowl that was hanging limp behind his neck over his head.

"Some nerve," he muttered under his breath as he trailed back to the Bat-mobile.

"Master Bruce, is everything all right?" Alfred asked as he watched the man jump into the sleek car.

"That's what I'm about to find out," he said as the seat belts closed securely around him.

Right before he hit the button to close the top, he glanced to Alfred. "Watch Dick. Hopefully I'll be back soon."

"Wait, Bruce, where are you going? And why can't I come?" he heard Dick say as he fired up the engines.

"Just stay here," he answered, not looking up at the boy.

Closing the roof, Bruce, now back to Batman, revved the engines once more and shot out of the cave. The familiar sound of the wheels on the gravel filling his ears. Then he set his hands out in front of him and focused on the road as he picked up speed, exiting the cave and swerving onto one of the main roads.

He looked up, spotting the giant bat in the clouds. He sighed in frustration.

The things he did for this city.

Brielle's POV

For crying out loud, how long does it take to notice a giant bat in the sky? I've been waiting here for almost 45 minutes, and still nothing. When he does show upー and I don't doubt that he willー I have to put the tracker on fast.

Oh yeah, didn't I mention? The plan is to place a tracker on his car, and then follow it back to where ever the rumored "Bat Cave" was. And once I got in, guess what? He couldn't do anything to stop me! (As long as I didn't kill him or Baby Bird, but I would never do that. They're too much fun to mess with.)

A smile almost graced my lips at the thought of him being so powerless against me. Almost.

After another ten minutes of sitting on the roof, the silent but steady sound of a powerful engine was heard. My ears perked up and my head whipped to my right, where the fast, sleek shape of the Batmobile came roaring around the corner. I quickly looked behind me to make sure the tracker gun was still there.

"Let's do this," I whispered.

I let my legs dangle off of the building, and cheekily waved to the car as it zoomed into view. Hopefully that got him riled up. Once he turned the the car to park in an alleyway a couple buildings away from the station, I sprung up, grabbed the gun, and sprinted.

From muscle memory, my feet flew over the concrete and off the edges of the brick buildings. When I got to the one he was parked beside, I didn't waste time before crouching down, closing one eye, and firing a bullet near the back bumper of the car.

I hoped it wouldn't make any noise as Bats chose then of all times to step out. A very small ping! was heard and I saw his head snap in the direction Every alarm in my head flared up, screaming, Abort! Abort! Distract him!

Without thinking, I opened my mouth and said some mindless, snarky babble that I think went something like this: "Well it's about time, Bats I thought you'd gone blind and didn't see the signal. Ha! Get it? Because you're blind as a bat?"

Looking back at it, I maybe should've prepared a distraction speech. But apparently I've created such an annoying image for myself over our last couple encounters that he just shook it off as me being arrogant. I think. The next thing I knew a grapple was hooking onto the roof right next to my foot, and the terrifying black shape of The Dark Knight was flying towards me at sixty miles an hour.

"God, the things I do with my life," I muttered under my breath.

He landed on the roof in his signature crouch, slowly rising up into his 6'2 stature. His infamous Bat-glare was focused on me, and so the only logical thing to do (other than run and hide) was to smirk.

"Batsy! So glad you could join me this fine Gotham night," I said.

There was no response from him. His gaze was unwavering, so I took that as a cue to do most of the talking. "Ohh.. I see. You're in another one of your brooding moods. Which, now that I come to think of it, is every mood for you."

"What do you want."

The voice was low and dark, and his mouth hardly moved, but it boldly made its way to my ears. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, but I kept my stance and held my gaze, a smirk staying prominent on my face as I freaked out on the inside.

I didn't even plan this far ahead. I barely thought I would get to put the tracker on his car without getting caught, much less this.

"Not entirely sure," I partially lied, "all I know is that some trouble is about to go down tonight, and I wanted you to have a front row seat to witness it."

When I looked back up at him I was greeted with a deadly bat-glare. If looks could kill (and I suppose now a days they could, because, you know, cough cough, Superman) I'd be dead ten times over. I looked to his side and saw his fist clench. I'm not entirely sure what in my sociopathic-ly deranged mind thought it was a good idea to tease him more, but I found my mouth opening anyways.

"Awe, Bats. Don't get mad! I'm just trying to help out a soon-to-be teammate. You know, so you can test my abilities and all of that dumb stuff you're into."

His jaw clenched. I snickered. "Oh, you're still getting mad. Don't be angry! Teamwork is about compromise, right? Or is that marriage? I can never remember. Speaking of marriage, I'm gonna be on a team with your Baby Bird next weekー he looks promising!"

Clearly, he didn't take it like the joke it was supposed to be. I could've sworn I heard a snarl as a batarang whizzed passed my head. I grinned, but unfortunately for him I wasn't stupid. I had just played this trick on Flash yesterday.

"I'm, hurt, Bats!" I feigned shock, a hand over my heart, "aren't you Justice-ers all about working together? Teamwork makes the dream work, remember?"

Just as I had predicted, the whizzing sound was nearing me again. It was about four inches from my head the last time, so if I timed this just right..

My hand darted up, and in between my fingers suddenly laid the batarang. I inwardly squealed. That must've been so badass!

I kept my composure (at least, I hope I did) and opened my mouth to speak when a beeping sound interrupted me. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, turning towards the metal object in my hands. My mind had barely started to process the fact that the device was rapidly blinking with a red light, but my instincts luckily took over.

I had already thrown it over the edge of the building and up into the sky. Not even seconds later, a blast broke through the night. I shielded my face as heat radiated from it; a sharp contrast to the usually familiar freezing cold. Car alarms had begun to go off and people screamed from below as the blast dissipated into smoke.

I slowly tore my arms away, staring at the dark figure in front of me. A small, shocked chuckle escaped my throat at what had just happened. God, I was seriously insane. "Now that's more like it! Way to get into the spirit! See, what did I tell you? Training with teammates can be informative and fun!"

He was about to go for me again when a much bigger explosion suddenly rang out a couple of blocks away. This time, it was followed by numerous wails of sirens and a blaring similar to those of bank alarms. I smirked. Thanks for the save, Joker. I was not really in the mood to take on an angry Batman. Again.

I reached down to the grappling hook on my leg and turned to Batman. "Well, that's my cue. Fun talking! See ya in a week, teamie!"

With a wink and a two finger salute, I allowed myself to fall backwards off of the building, grappling hook catching me as I soared across the street, nestling myself behind a currently dark billboard.

I waited a couple of minutes, until I heard the roar of the Bat-mobile and then saw it take off down the street. I grinned as I looked down at my phone, a little blinking yellow dot racing across the map of the city. I glanced back up, watching the sleek car until it turned a corner, presumably headed towards the explosion.

"Let the hunt begin."

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Hey guys! Sorry for the somewhat-filler, I'm hoping to get a lot more of the YJ team in here soon! Anyways, thanks for all of the overwhelming (or should I say whelming) support, and for almost 700 reads! See you guys next chapter, and I hope you've enjoyed reading so far, because I've definitely enjoyed writing!

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