***just a aleatório little one-shot I decided to do. I was bored.***
“Why aren’t you whelmed, Roy?”
The voice came from behind where Red Arqueiro was sitting, and he whirled around, doing a double take. Its owner cackled, a sound quite jarring, coming from the deep, serious voice of Kaldur’ahm.
“So why aren’t you? I can do it again!”
Red Arqueiro was too out of sorts to stop him, so before he knew it, his chair was knocked flat, as well as blasted to smithereens, por bolts of glowing water. “Aqualad? What on EARTH happened to you?”
At that moment, Robin sulkily walked past, bare feet dragging, hands in his pockets.
“Robin? What’s going on?”
“I truly do not know,” Robin replied, in a manner far too serious for the laughing, joking kid that Red Arqueiro was used to.
Red Arqueiro was mais puzzled than ever. Seeing Superboy skipping by, a huge grin plastered on his wide chiseled face, he pulled him over. “Connor? Any idea what’s going on?”
“Nice shirt, Roy. Liking the red.”
“Um, Superbo--” Red Arqueiro groaned. Superboy had already skipped away, and was nowhere to be seen, although it seemed that he had gone in the direction of the kitchen. I should probably go check on him,Roy thought. Especially with that ice cream I left out. What’s going on with him, anyway?
When he reached the small kitchen, he was even mais perplexed than before. Superboy’s mouth had been stained a dark, sticky brown, and he gave a sheepish grin as Red Arqueiro entered. Roy looked down just in time, because he was inches from tripping over a large, now empty ice cream carton. “Superboy, what did you---”
He stopped. Just the sight of Wally West, leaning against the wall, sulking with a frown etched on his face, made him want to run for the heavens. He turned around, so he wouldn’t have to look anymore. Artemis, who he hadn’t realized was behind him in the kitchen, gave a small squeal at that moment, pulling out from the forno a tray of blackened cookies. “Ohh,” she sighed. “My cookies.”
“Artemis!” Red Arqueiro cried, unable to keep his composure anymore. “Since when did you bake?”
“Since now, apparently,” Megan shrugged, and crossed her arms, a gesture quite un-Megan-like.
“Mmmgh, not bad,” Superboy slurred, his mouth full of crunching, burnt cookies. Red Arqueiro merely facepalmed.
“This is bad. This is really bad.” Red Arqueiro was muttering to himself on the sofá in the lounge, trying to keep his sanity as chunks of rubble from the cozinha fell around his head. Superboy had torn up the walls, the counters, the cabinets, and was flinging the pieces in all directions, all the while laughing giddily and clapping his hands as they wedged themselves into the carpet of the lounge.
“You distraught, Roy?” Aqualad giggled, flopping down on the green plush seguinte to him. Red Arqueiro nodded. “You should probably get traught then, so you can sort this out. Hey, what’s this do?”
Red Arqueiro groaned as jets of water spit out of the stripes on Aqualad’s arms, spraying around the room and drenching him. Something seemed familiar about the way Aqualad was talking. He knew someone else had that same mannerism, but he just couldn’t place who.
“We should figure out what’s going on,” said Megan, floating into the room.
“Good idea,” said Red Arrow. “Come on. Everyone in the lounge.”
Slowly, the rest of the Team filed in, abandoning the rubble and destruction they had caused in the rest of the cave. “Anyone know what’s going on?”
“No freaking idea,” said Aqualad. They all nodded. The Team pondered for a few minutes, then suddenly, Artemis slapped her forehead. “Hello, Artemis! We’ve switched personalities!”
Red Arqueiro softly knocked on the door, which swung open as he knocked. “Come in,” came a soft female voice from inside.
“Zatanna? I know you’re resting, but we need a little help. Er...the Team’s switched personalities. With their complete opposites.”
“Sounds...exciting. I’ll be right there.”
“Hctiws kcab senoyreve seitilanosrep!”
The rubble-strewn lounge was illumitated with a bright flash, and Red Arqueiro instinctively closed his eyes. When he reopened them, the room looked exactly the same, apart from a very dazed-looking Team. “W-what happened?” asked Megan.
“No idea,” Wally replied. “By the way, really loving the shirt, Roy. Red’s a good color for you.”
Red Arqueiro responded with a facepalm.
“What’s with the rubble?” asked Superboy, his eyes widening as the realization dawned on him. “Wait, was that me?”
“Technically Wally, but yeah. I’ll explain later.”
Recognized, Batman. 02.
Recognized, Black Canary. 13.
Red Arqueiro hurried into the main room, and the rest of the Team followed. Black Canary and batman were already standing there, but something seemed off about them to Red Arrow. Maybe it was the way they were standing, or the expressions on their faces; he wasn’t sure.
“Okay guys,” batman said, an unusually perky tone in his voice. “Time for training.” He gave a small head toss, and stood, hands on his hips, weight leaned slightly progressivo, para a frente on one leg, a posture quite unlike the Dark Knight.
Black Canary remained grim and glaring.
Suddenly, Red Arqueiro understood.
“Roy?” Robin asked. “Are they...?”
Red Arqueiro nodded, then facepalmed. He groaned. “Here we go again.”
“Why aren’t you whelmed, Roy?”
The voice came from behind where Red Arqueiro was sitting, and he whirled around, doing a double take. Its owner cackled, a sound quite jarring, coming from the deep, serious voice of Kaldur’ahm.
“So why aren’t you? I can do it again!”
Red Arqueiro was too out of sorts to stop him, so before he knew it, his chair was knocked flat, as well as blasted to smithereens, por bolts of glowing water. “Aqualad? What on EARTH happened to you?”
At that moment, Robin sulkily walked past, bare feet dragging, hands in his pockets.
“Robin? What’s going on?”
“I truly do not know,” Robin replied, in a manner far too serious for the laughing, joking kid that Red Arqueiro was used to.
Red Arqueiro was mais puzzled than ever. Seeing Superboy skipping by, a huge grin plastered on his wide chiseled face, he pulled him over. “Connor? Any idea what’s going on?”
“Nice shirt, Roy. Liking the red.”
“Um, Superbo--” Red Arqueiro groaned. Superboy had already skipped away, and was nowhere to be seen, although it seemed that he had gone in the direction of the kitchen. I should probably go check on him,Roy thought. Especially with that ice cream I left out. What’s going on with him, anyway?
When he reached the small kitchen, he was even mais perplexed than before. Superboy’s mouth had been stained a dark, sticky brown, and he gave a sheepish grin as Red Arqueiro entered. Roy looked down just in time, because he was inches from tripping over a large, now empty ice cream carton. “Superboy, what did you---”
He stopped. Just the sight of Wally West, leaning against the wall, sulking with a frown etched on his face, made him want to run for the heavens. He turned around, so he wouldn’t have to look anymore. Artemis, who he hadn’t realized was behind him in the kitchen, gave a small squeal at that moment, pulling out from the forno a tray of blackened cookies. “Ohh,” she sighed. “My cookies.”
“Artemis!” Red Arqueiro cried, unable to keep his composure anymore. “Since when did you bake?”
“Since now, apparently,” Megan shrugged, and crossed her arms, a gesture quite un-Megan-like.
“Mmmgh, not bad,” Superboy slurred, his mouth full of crunching, burnt cookies. Red Arqueiro merely facepalmed.
“This is bad. This is really bad.” Red Arqueiro was muttering to himself on the sofá in the lounge, trying to keep his sanity as chunks of rubble from the cozinha fell around his head. Superboy had torn up the walls, the counters, the cabinets, and was flinging the pieces in all directions, all the while laughing giddily and clapping his hands as they wedged themselves into the carpet of the lounge.
“You distraught, Roy?” Aqualad giggled, flopping down on the green plush seguinte to him. Red Arqueiro nodded. “You should probably get traught then, so you can sort this out. Hey, what’s this do?”
Red Arqueiro groaned as jets of water spit out of the stripes on Aqualad’s arms, spraying around the room and drenching him. Something seemed familiar about the way Aqualad was talking. He knew someone else had that same mannerism, but he just couldn’t place who.
“We should figure out what’s going on,” said Megan, floating into the room.
“Good idea,” said Red Arrow. “Come on. Everyone in the lounge.”
Slowly, the rest of the Team filed in, abandoning the rubble and destruction they had caused in the rest of the cave. “Anyone know what’s going on?”
“No freaking idea,” said Aqualad. They all nodded. The Team pondered for a few minutes, then suddenly, Artemis slapped her forehead. “Hello, Artemis! We’ve switched personalities!”
Red Arqueiro softly knocked on the door, which swung open as he knocked. “Come in,” came a soft female voice from inside.
“Zatanna? I know you’re resting, but we need a little help. Er...the Team’s switched personalities. With their complete opposites.”
“Sounds...exciting. I’ll be right there.”
“Hctiws kcab senoyreve seitilanosrep!”
The rubble-strewn lounge was illumitated with a bright flash, and Red Arqueiro instinctively closed his eyes. When he reopened them, the room looked exactly the same, apart from a very dazed-looking Team. “W-what happened?” asked Megan.
“No idea,” Wally replied. “By the way, really loving the shirt, Roy. Red’s a good color for you.”
Red Arqueiro responded with a facepalm.
“What’s with the rubble?” asked Superboy, his eyes widening as the realization dawned on him. “Wait, was that me?”
“Technically Wally, but yeah. I’ll explain later.”
Recognized, Batman. 02.
Recognized, Black Canary. 13.
Red Arqueiro hurried into the main room, and the rest of the Team followed. Black Canary and batman were already standing there, but something seemed off about them to Red Arrow. Maybe it was the way they were standing, or the expressions on their faces; he wasn’t sure.
“Okay guys,” batman said, an unusually perky tone in his voice. “Time for training.” He gave a small head toss, and stood, hands on his hips, weight leaned slightly progressivo, para a frente on one leg, a posture quite unlike the Dark Knight.
Black Canary remained grim and glaring.
Suddenly, Red Arqueiro understood.
“Roy?” Robin asked. “Are they...?”
Red Arqueiro nodded, then facepalmed. He groaned. “Here we go again.”