The Ghost has returned with more angsty-like mush and a (hopefully) good story to tell. Let's focus on Robin for a bit. Out-of-character maybe, but as I always say, it takes the right person to make us just a little different. Enjoy!
P.S. Her name is pronounced like Anna with a 'z' in front of it; not like Dana with a 'z'. Just so you know .
Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. But you already knew that.
We'd been watching this girl for a while. She was dressed in a manner than was very reminiscent of Catwoman, shiny black leather for everything: pants, bustier, gloves and mask that decorated around her dark, almond-shaped eyes.
She played around with me like Catwoman used to play around with Batman, too.
She would run off after a theft and our team would be unable to capture her. It would be dark. Then, just as I'm the last to follow the guys and go home, she'd come out and say something absolutely provocative, like how hot I looked in my costume or how she'd love to see how my eyes would glaze over if we ever kissed. I couldn't catch her on my own either. It was maddening.
And she was attractive. More than attractive, she was alluring. And gorgeous.
She played around with me a lot, daring to talk to me alone like that. She almost made it seem like she was genuinely interested in me, that she wanted me to know her and to know me in turn and that she stole every night just to lure my team out, and subsequently, me.
But I couldn't be so stupid as to think that.
She was a criminal. She enjoyed taking what wasn't hers, fighting instruments of justice, running for her life. It gave her a thrill. It was her fix, her cocaine, her heroin, her sex. And she just enjoyed toying with me. She probably picked me out as most susceptible. But I wasn't.
Superboy could have been just as susceptible. Or Kaldur. Especially Wally with his intent interest on female. Well, maybe not Superboy since I could tell he had a little fixation on Megan. And, I got the impression that there was a bit of a spark between Wally and Artemis, even though they fought like cats and dogs...especially since they fought like cats and dogs. As for Kaldur...well, I wasn't the only one that she could have chosen to toy with. Why'd she have to choose me?
Maybe she thought I was the youngest and most naive.
She was dead wrong. I was the youngest but I wouldn't fall for her. Yeah, that's what I told myself.
Then I realised. She was already almost every thought in my head, churning up my insides, forcing my contemplations. She was already in my head with her lips painted dark red, her shapely figure, her fingertips that would dance across my face or neck playfully in a fight.
I already wanted to know the girl behind the mask, why she did what she did and help her find her way out of the criminal lifestyle. I already cared enough to try my best not to hurt her, not that I ever really could if I tried. She was fast, very fast. And I was already in love with her. She had very quickly wormed her way into my head, into my heart.
It made me fight her every time we went out to try to get her. I hated her for what she was and how she had affected me. I hated being in love with her every second that I was in love with her.
Tonight was no different. Tonight made it two months exactly that we'd been chasing after her. She made it her business to make some trouble every night to disturb and create discord in town, the city or other towns nearly. I just wanted her in a cage somewhere where she couldn't tug at my thoughts and my heart anymore. I was only human and she was causing me unnecessary stress. Did she think it was fun to push me over the edge?
There were nights when I wouldn't even realise my mind ran off with thoughts or fantasies of her. I would imagine her taking off the mask that looked a lot like mine, although with hers I could see her eyes, and her looking at me with that overly seductive stare and that smirk like she knew exactly how distracting she was. I could see her placing herself on my lap and me not doing anything to stop her. Almost like I was tied to the chair. Who knows, maybe at some point I was tied to the chair. I only realised to stop the thoughts too late, after they were so stuck in my head that they replayed and replayed and replayed at the worst possible times. She was in my dreams, too, with her provocative outfit that showed exactly how sultry her shape was. It was as if the skin she showed, that little strip of skin between her pants and the end of her bustier, her bare shoulders, the part of her luscious chest, the mere half of her upper arms, were taunting me. She was a disaster, wrecking havoc on my peace of mind.
I was a teenage boy. What the hell kind of reaction did she expect, especially when she acted like that? It was almost as if she was throwing herself at me. It was pathetic.
And I was eating it up.
Tonight's fight was short-lived. It had just turned dark an hour ago, but she still managed to romance the shadows into hiding her in the alley. We all knew that staying away from the shadows would draw her out but there was always the possibility that she'd just run away. She liked to have some fun fighting us first so she usually stuck around for like ten minutes to fling us into each other and into walls and just about anything that was around that would bruise later.
She managed to get behind me when she realised the others were ganging up on her and she ripped my mask from my eyes and threw it at my feet. I doubled over just as quickly to retrieve it and she turned and ran off. The hate inside of me just grew and burned hotter. But it didn't free me from the love I knew I had for her and the obvious attraction.
Superboy ran ahead to try to get to her but after going for a few yards and searching around with his infrared vision, he started walking back.
"Forget it. She's gone," he announced. Kaldur shook his head.
"How the hell does that chick do that?" Wally exclaimed angrily. I was pissed. Going for my mask was going a little too far.
"I don't know. I just want her out of the picture," I said, trying not to look like I was fuming.
"Are you alright?" Megan asked me.
"Yeah. It's only my mask she managed to get to." I hoped none of them were going to give me hell about choosing to keep my identity a secret which allowed her to get away.
"Come on. Let's just get back to the bioship and home," Kaldur said sternly. He was also quite angry. After two months, he should be.
They all began to walk off in the direction that she had run in, the direction of the bioship. I just stood there, trying to clear my head a little, still fuming. The stupid bitch was just taking things a little too far in general.
"Robin." Her voice sang my name, separating the syllables. I turned almost obediently, wanting to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze hard.
"What's the point of you coming back after you run away?" I asked, anger clearly in my voice. She chuckled and I could just make out her form lying down on her stomach on the top of a wall, hands propping up her head. She stood.
"Oh, come on, Robin. I come back to talk to you. You don't enjoy our little chats? You already know so much about me."
"I wish you'd just go the hell away." Her tone changed.
"You're angry." It sounded like an innocent realisation.
"Yeah, no crap."
Usually, she tried to keep a distance between us in case I tried to catch her. This time, she jumped off the wall, her thick-heeled boots hitting the concrete with a dull thud and she walked over to me, into the light.
"I—I'm sorry. I went too far by taking off your mask like that." She actually sounded contrite, her face mirroring her tone.
"What, do you expect me to say that I forgive you? What do you want? Maybe you should just go home before you come back to cause trouble tomorrow," I said, half-shouting at her. She turned her eyes away from me. It would have been so easy to hit her in that very second. But I just couldn't. Something about her reaction made me feel different. I was still mad as hell but I didn't want to strangle her anymore. "If you want to drive me completely insane, you win."
Her eyes came back to me that very second and she looked a little appalled.
"I would never want to do that to you."
"Then what? Why do you keep torturing me? Why do you keep coming back? What the hell do you want?" I shouted. She looked away again and then her eyes came back to mine rather tenderly. This wasn't like her at all. Then again, she'd never made me mad like this either.
"Today's my birthday," she said softly. I raised a brow.
"What the hell does that have to do with—"
"I want you to go out with me," she said, cutting me off.
"You want me to what? Are you crazy?" I laughed bitterly.
"Look, I know you're mad. But you're not always mad at me, are you? I want to spend at least a little bit of my birthday doing something worthwhile. With you." She took a step closer and half put her hand in mine. "Please?"
"Why should I?"
"I don't want you to come if you don't want to. I just...wanted to spend some time with you, without the mask and the fighting."
"This could be a trap."
"I wouldn't do that." She sighed. "But I guess you're right not to trust me. All I've ever done is been a lousy criminal."
A long moment of silence passed between us and she just continued to look at the ground to her right.
"Look me in the eye." She looked up and locked her eyes with mine beyond my mask. "Are you serious? You're not going to try anything stupid?"
"No. I'm serious." I took another few seconds.
"Where should I meet you?" Her entire face lit up like a rope soaked in gasoline.
"Chiabatta Ristorante. One hour."
"That place is top notch. How're we paying for that?" She smiled.
"You don't worry about that. Dress formal."
"I'm not taking off my mask."
"I wasn't expecting you to. You'll come?"
"Please don't stand me up."
"I'm an honourable person, remember?" She smirked and the sassy girl was back again.
"I'm honourable, Robin. Just a different brand of honourable. See you there."
She ran off and I turned and walked to the bioship. Holy crap, I had a date with Xana. How was I going to tell Bats that I had to go out? Or Bruce? I'd probably have to sneak out.
"What kept you so long?" Kaldur asked.
"I just needed a minute to calm down," I replied simply. Kaldur nodded, understanding.
"It was wrong of her to do something like that. Then again, we can't expect criminals to do the right thing."
I just took a seat and said nothing.
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