Becca pulled against her chains. Her arms were tired but they couldn't move; they were chained above her head. She growled in frustration. Just because she was trapped didn't mean she had to be in favor of it. Every pull of resistance just put mais pain on her. The metal bands were cutting her skin and causing her to bleed. The dank and moldy smell was causing her to become weak. Becca went limp for a minute, catching her breath. A smooth, deep voice spoke.
“Becca. Good to see you.”
Becca pulled against her restrains again, crying out when she felt the results.
“My dear, don't hurt yourself. I wouldn't want that.”
Becca glared.
“I've been playing with you long enough. Why'd you want me? Why am I here? Where are the files? Am I just a toy? What do you want from me?”
“One pergunta at a time Becca. Let's begin our story. Shall we?”
Becca nodded.
“You know the story told at your birth. Heard it too many times. So I'll cut to the chase. I'm not after you. I want your magic.”
“My magic? Please. Don't be a fool. You can't take my magic unless you own me.”
“All too true. I may not have your power, but I have you. My new apprentice.”
“Apprentice? Not on your life!”
“What about Robin's life? Would you do it then?”
Becca froze. If she spoke up, something could happen. Robin was her world and she wasn't about to endanger him. She swallowed loudly.
“What will you do to him...if I refuse?” she whispered.
“I haven't decided yet. We may just kill him. Or have some fun first.”
Becca shuddered, closing her eyes.
“A-alright. I'll be your apprentice.”
“Good choice.”
“But you have to promise you won't hurt them.”
“You have my word.”
“Okay. Free me.”
“Not yet Becca. They are coming to find you. We can't let that happen. So, I need you to do something for me.”
“We're getting closer. I can tell.”
“Devin! We're in a clock tower!”
“I know but I can feel her Wally. Becca's here. I'm sure of it.”
They continued inside. It was dark and musty, the sound of the clock working sounding over their footsteps. A rato ran across Artemis' foot and she screamed, grabbing Wally's arm.
“Artemis let go! Ow ow ow! Nails!”
Artemis released her grasp.
“Sorry.”
“Are you scared of rodents or something?” Wally asked.
“No! I just...didn't know what it was.”
A flash of blue crossed their path. It was bright and water colored. But it disappeared into the shadows. Devin stopped them.
“Hello?” she called. “Anybody here?”
Silence echoed her question.
“We mean no harm. We're looking for somebody. A friend.”
A voice answered.
“Who do you seek?”
Devin blinked, but opened her mouth to answer.
“Her name is Becca Stevens. She was taken here. Do you know her?”
“Yes. I knew her. I'm afraid you're too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“Becca. They...disposed of her.”
“What?!”
“They threatened her with your lives. Becca gave them everything. She was taken away, charged with spying. They roubou her magic and left her to die.”
“Becca isn't dead!”
“You're wrong. She was disposed of. They watched her die.”
“It's not possible!”
“I'm sorry. Becca is gone.”
“Who are you?! Show me who you are!”
There was a minuto of waiting before a girl stepped from the shadows. Her hair was long and cerceta, verde-azulado colored. Her eyes were an ocean blue, filled with white, green, and purple flecks. She was smaller than they were, but her legs looked long. She wore a white tunic. The neck sagged but the red camisa covered what the tunic didn't. The long saia was dividido, dividir on the sides, freeing her legs to move. A red cinto, correia was tied around her waist, red leather straps on her arms. A staff was strapped to her back, a sword at her side.
“Who are you?” Devin asked.
“The name is Prendere. It is Italian. Loosely translated, it means 'taken'. I am the apprentice. In place of his old one.”
“Who was the old one? And who is this he you talk about?”
“The old one? That should be no mystery. Threatened with your lives, Becca agreed to become his apprentice. But she tricked him and was disposed of. The one I speak of is the master. He has been watching you for several days. In fact, he is here now.”
“Ah. Young Justice. Are you here to pick up your little bird?”
“Becca. Good to see you.”
Becca pulled against her restrains again, crying out when she felt the results.
“My dear, don't hurt yourself. I wouldn't want that.”
Becca glared.
“I've been playing with you long enough. Why'd you want me? Why am I here? Where are the files? Am I just a toy? What do you want from me?”
“One pergunta at a time Becca. Let's begin our story. Shall we?”
Becca nodded.
“You know the story told at your birth. Heard it too many times. So I'll cut to the chase. I'm not after you. I want your magic.”
“My magic? Please. Don't be a fool. You can't take my magic unless you own me.”
“All too true. I may not have your power, but I have you. My new apprentice.”
“Apprentice? Not on your life!”
“What about Robin's life? Would you do it then?”
Becca froze. If she spoke up, something could happen. Robin was her world and she wasn't about to endanger him. She swallowed loudly.
“What will you do to him...if I refuse?” she whispered.
“I haven't decided yet. We may just kill him. Or have some fun first.”
Becca shuddered, closing her eyes.
“A-alright. I'll be your apprentice.”
“Good choice.”
“But you have to promise you won't hurt them.”
“You have my word.”
“Okay. Free me.”
“Not yet Becca. They are coming to find you. We can't let that happen. So, I need you to do something for me.”
“We're getting closer. I can tell.”
“Devin! We're in a clock tower!”
“I know but I can feel her Wally. Becca's here. I'm sure of it.”
They continued inside. It was dark and musty, the sound of the clock working sounding over their footsteps. A rato ran across Artemis' foot and she screamed, grabbing Wally's arm.
“Artemis let go! Ow ow ow! Nails!”
Artemis released her grasp.
“Sorry.”
“Are you scared of rodents or something?” Wally asked.
“No! I just...didn't know what it was.”
A flash of blue crossed their path. It was bright and water colored. But it disappeared into the shadows. Devin stopped them.
“Hello?” she called. “Anybody here?”
Silence echoed her question.
“We mean no harm. We're looking for somebody. A friend.”
A voice answered.
“Who do you seek?”
Devin blinked, but opened her mouth to answer.
“Her name is Becca Stevens. She was taken here. Do you know her?”
“Yes. I knew her. I'm afraid you're too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“Becca. They...disposed of her.”
“What?!”
“They threatened her with your lives. Becca gave them everything. She was taken away, charged with spying. They roubou her magic and left her to die.”
“Becca isn't dead!”
“You're wrong. She was disposed of. They watched her die.”
“It's not possible!”
“I'm sorry. Becca is gone.”
“Who are you?! Show me who you are!”
There was a minuto of waiting before a girl stepped from the shadows. Her hair was long and cerceta, verde-azulado colored. Her eyes were an ocean blue, filled with white, green, and purple flecks. She was smaller than they were, but her legs looked long. She wore a white tunic. The neck sagged but the red camisa covered what the tunic didn't. The long saia was dividido, dividir on the sides, freeing her legs to move. A red cinto, correia was tied around her waist, red leather straps on her arms. A staff was strapped to her back, a sword at her side.
“Who are you?” Devin asked.
“The name is Prendere. It is Italian. Loosely translated, it means 'taken'. I am the apprentice. In place of his old one.”
“Who was the old one? And who is this he you talk about?”
“The old one? That should be no mystery. Threatened with your lives, Becca agreed to become his apprentice. But she tricked him and was disposed of. The one I speak of is the master. He has been watching you for several days. In fact, he is here now.”
“Ah. Young Justice. Are you here to pick up your little bird?”
Now does`nt Night look pretty?
"Umm, a big power drill that fell into a hole?"
He yelled in horror and ran out of the lounge. But not before I could get a picture of him in his frilly pink candy land dress, hot pink lipstick, pigtail hair, pink eye shadow, black and pink striped stockings and pink Mary Jane shoes.
"We sped along the wet roads, ignoring the looks people were giving us."
"She looked at my hand, where my promise ring was missing."
"Explain this!"
"A bluish dragon emerged out of the water, its nostrils flaring in the mist."
"What do you want this time, Joker?"
