When I woke, there were metal cuffs around my hand. I looked around to find myself in a dark room that looked extremely similar to a briefing room. I sighed and rested my feet on the meza, jedwali in front of me. There was a large shout from outside the window, and a crash as Robin tried to get into the room. Then I barely made out Batman saying,
"She almost killed the team."
"It wasn't her fault! She's being forced to!"
"No. Absolutely no."
"Dude, give it up." K.F. cut in, and the door began to open. I realized that I was still dressed in civie clothing. kwa the time Batman entered the room I was in my costume, mask and all. He seemed unfazed kwa the sudden difference in looks.
"What are wewe doing here?"
I stared at him. If he honestly thought I was going to answer, he was wrong. There was no way I was ever going to talk to him.
"She knows what wewe alisema Batman, she isn't gonna talk!" A voice crackled onto the speakers, and I smirked.
"Robin, I told wewe to stay away from the mic."
"Who the hell says I'm anywhere near the mic?" A familiar laugh echoed through the room, somewhat of a cackle. God, I hadn't heard that laugh in four years. I focused back onto Batman, who was looking at me. He turned toward the one way glass and asked, "Well, if she won't talk to me, who will she talk to?"
Now it was my turn to talk. "I'll talk to my brother."
I felt everyone turned and stare. I could literally feel all eyes on me, and though I couldn't see them I grinned mischievously, which should have aliyopewa it away. And it did. "Robin?" I heard Aqualad ask. Batman opened the door and Dick, once again dressed in his costume. As soon as the door closed, I went from a mischievous grin to a real one. "Hi D-Robin."
"So, what do they want?"
"They want what I want, everything. They want answers. Any kind of answers. All kinds. It's not very whelming, when wewe think about it." I laughed, a zaidi girly version of his cackle.
"You use that word WAY to much."
"Want me to stop?"
"No, god no! It's hilarious! It reminds me of when we were little!"
A small moment of silence occurred, and we began to bust up laughing. "Seriously, though, why don't wewe get a bit zaidi comfortable?"
I looked at him, not really puzzled but uigizaji as so. "Oh, come on," he said. "We both know those cuffs came off as soon as wewe woke up." I shook my head, defeated, and there was a clang of metal as the cuffs hit the floor. I stood and stretched. "So. Are wewe planning on actually telling them?"
I sighed. "I suppose. Maybe they'll be zaidi tolerant of me and actually let me sleep on a building in peace inayofuata time." I giggled and sat. "Well, here goes nothing..."