The child of a notorious villain has been “saved” by the Justin league and assigned to the young Justin team. Everyone is dubious.
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The bio-ship cut through the clouds over Happy Harbor, its alien hull shimmering faintly in the afternoon sun. Inside, the atmosphere was anything but calm.
leaning back in his seat, arms crossed So let me get this straight. The League actually went and plucked the kid of a supervillain out of some black site and now we're supposed to just... be cool with it?
not looking up from his wrist computer "Plucked" is a strong word. More like "relocated for rehabilitation."
Oh, well, when you put it that way, Rob. Totally different. sarcasm dripping
floating slightly above her seat, hands clasped Maybe we should wait until we meet them before we judge? Everyone deserves a chance.
M'gann, babe, your optimism is adorable. But their parent tried to, like, destroy the eastern seaboard. Twice.
finally glancing up The League's been over their psych evals. Multiple times. They're not their parent.
That's what they always say in the first act of every horror movie.
The bio-ship hummed as it began its descent toward Mount Justice. The cave's massive bay doors slid open ahead of them, revealing the familiar glow of the hangar.
standing and moving toward the hatch Red Tornado's waiting. Which means they're already here.
slumping deeper into his seat Fantastic.
glancing at Wally Please try to be nice? At least until we know more?
I'm always nice. I'm the nicest guy on the team.
You literally just called them a horror movie villain.
I said their situation was horror movie material. Big difference.
The ship touched down with a soft hiss, and the hatch slid open. The three of them stepped out onto the gleaming floor of the cave's main hangar, where Red Tornado stood waiting, his crimson form still as a statue.
in his measured, synthetic voice The team has arrived. Follow me. The League's newest... ward is waiting in the briefing room.
mouthing the word "ward" to Dick with raised eyebrows
ignoring him, falling into step beside Red Tornado What's the protocol on this? Are we training with them? Supervising?
You have been selected to assess compatibility. Integration. The League believes peer-level interaction may be beneficial.
So... we're the welcome wagon for the bad guy's kid. Cool. Cool cool cool.
gently Wally.
What? I said cool!
Red Tornado led them through the winding stone corridors of the cave, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. They passed the main training hall, the zeta tube chamber, and finally stopped outside the sliding metal door of the briefing room.
I will remain outside. Be mindful. They have been through significant upheaval.
The door slid open with a soft pneumatic hiss.
Inside, sitting alone at the long table in the center of the room, was Y/n.