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Conner had yet to let her out of his sight, staring at her as her chest rose and fell, brooding when M’gaan had to dress her in her room, pulling a black shirt over her head and a pair of white sleeping sweats stolen from Robin’s small collection of clothes at the base.
She had yet to wake up and it was irking him to no end; he ran frustrated fingers through his short hair. He knew the others were worried, yet he didn’t care. He had to be there when she woke up to. It was a primal need and he was slightly frightened, but he brushed it off.
Robin turned from the brooding male and let his fingers type away on his laptop, trying to break the various codes the information he had stolen was written in. It was easy, for him at the very least, and he absorbed the information on the LCD screen.
Things were looking bad.
He had to let them all know what the situation was, “Seems she’s been activated for the past month and a half, being separated from Conner, not even days before we raided the lab where they were keeping him,” He ignored the way Conner’s nostrils’ flared, “Hmm…nothing much of notes, she was trained and added to a team, the only girl on it….they were being trained to oppose us.” He let it hang in the air, wincing as Conner levelled him with a hard, almost furious glare.
Conner didn’t care what she was being trained to do before, she was with them now and that was all that mattered, “She’s staying.” His voice left no room for argument.
Robin shut his notebook with a snap and met his gaze head on, “Conner, she was being trained to kill us.” He understood where the boy was coming from; he once had a family and to lose them had hurt more then he could ever explain. Conner had been alone for his short life, only having Superman to call kin and the man had flat out ignored him.
But their team's safety came first.
Conner glared even more, moving from his seat to stand between Kagome and Robin, ignoring the way the rest of the team seemed to glance around, wondering what to do if it should come to blows. If he was pushed it, would come to blows, “I was supposed to be trained to kill you as well.” It was a fact they all wanted to ignore, for he was supposed to be the downfall of the Young Justice and, in time, the Justice League.
M’gann moved to stand next to him, placing a small calming hand on his shoulder, a hand he shrugged off, and her eyes flashed with hurt, but she pushed it down, “Conner, you’re different…” She scrunched up her nose, trying to figure a way to put it in words, wishing she could just project her thoughts to him, but she respected his request for her to stay out of his mind.
Conner’s nostrils flared as his anger began to settle in, “So is she.”
The air was tense and charged with energy and it put everyone on edge. Aqualad stepped forward, the official team leader, and cleared his throat, “Both of you, calm down now. This is no time for us to be bickering amongst ourselves.”
Robin looked away, feeling guilty and was glad for once he wasn’t their leader, for the furious glare Conner tossed at Aqualad would have had lesser men shaking in their boots.
“Conner, we understand she is your family, in a sense, but you have to take into account that she was trained to kill us. You were supposed to be trained to kills us, but you weren’t. We found you and you became one of us.” He paused to let it sink it.
Conner fumed. “She deserves a chance! You’ve given them to many others, myself included, because, if you recall, I tried to kill you as brief as it was, so why not her?” It was true, many a times, they had given second chances to others. Conner, himself, was given a chance after he was no longer under the control of those that had made him.
Maybe she would be the same.
Wally nodded, “He’s right, you know. Besides, a chick that hot can’t be that evil.” He ignored the way Conner huffed at that, he hadn’t even spoken to her and he was already developing a sister complex.
Aqualad sighed, bringing a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, he could not wait until Robin was responsible enough to be made leader, “That being said, the least we can do is give her a chance.”
They all blinked as a low chuckle met their ears and turned to the couch where the young woman was now lounging on it, a sparkle in her blue eyes.
“Don’t I get a say in any of this?”