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JANUARY H. JONES

(update: IT MOVES !!!!!!)

ᯓ civilian / vigilante outfit reference !

initially was making this for artfight but i got too invested in it so now i have this 💙 now, have some things you outta know about this loser:

girlfailure for red hood ; jason todd’s no. 1 hater // aerospace engineer who likes to tinker with her hands // intelligent beyond her peers but has a martyr complex the size of the milky way // totally absolutely and most importantly does NOT wear platforms to compensate for anything at all (cough cough being 5”4 cough) // uses two different personalities for her vigilante life and civilian life (which will definitely not bite her in the ass at any point)

theres a fun little surprise under the cut btw if u even care

POOF !!!!!

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OC Bio: DC Comics

Name: Jane Murphy

Name Meaning:

Nickname(s): Janie, Murph, Murphy

Alias(es): The Framer, Detective Murphy, Officer Murphy

Occupation: GCPD Detective, “Vigilante” (Anti-Hero at best)

Alignment: lawful evil

Gender: Female

Sexuality:

Age/Birthday: 32

Height: 5’8”

Hair Color/Type/Length: Brown/Straight/Mid-Back

Eye Color: Brown

Body Markings:

Family:

Love Interest(s):

Birthplace: Gotham City

Languages: English

Skills/Powers: Detective skills, police officer skills, some forensics expertise, gun/marksmanship,

Likes:

Dislikes: Injustice

Catchphrase: “Two birds, one stone.”//“That’s crazy, I can’t believe [that person she definitely killed] died.”

Backstory: Jane Murphy, a GCPD recruit, was just another promising young woman working her way up the ranks. She excelled at her work, making honest arrests and always looking out for civilians. After being promoted to detective, she began to lose her faith in the justice system watching as more and more terrible people were acquitted of their crimes, some too heinous to speak of.

Jane realized how corrupt the system really was now that she wasn’t so naïve and willing to do everything by the book. Cops and judges and politicians all taking bribes from the Gotham underworld to continue breaking serious laws. It was disgusting to her.

With the resources available to her, criminal databases with addresses, aliases, known whereabouts, relatives, affiliations, modus operandi (mode of operating/M.O.), fingerprints and DNA, she got an idea.

First, she got the idea to take out low level street scum. People ruining lives who keep getting out to cause more harm. This didn’t draw much attention, people like that aren’t worth the time when they have so many enemies.

But she built her confidence, soon realizing that the only way to catch some attention was by going big. Big enough to cause a commotion. To make a real difference. These corrupt judges were first on her list, framing crime bosses as their killers. Two birds, one stone. Judge goes in the ground, bad guy in a cell for life—the judicial system takes care of its own—and she gets off scot-free. Not even so much as a strange look from her fellow officers, no one suspected a thing.

Now she was operating in Gotham the way she saw fit. Putting an end to the misery of the innocent by murdering the evil scum of this city. Too bad Batman was starting to catch on.

Faceclaim: Linda Cardellini

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OC Bio: Shameless (US)

Name: Penelope Renee Gallagher

Name Meaning:

Nickname(s): Penny

Alias(es):

Occupation: Line Cook/Sous Chef

Alignment:

Gender: Female

Sexuality:

Age/Birthday: March 29, 1995

Height: 5’5”

Hair Color/Type/Length: Light brown, Curly, Middle back

Eye Color: Blue

Body Markings: Tattoo on thigh, ankle

Family: Frank Gallagher (Father), Monica Gallagher (Mother), Fiona Gallagher (Sister), Phillip Gallagher (Twin Brother), Ian Gallagher (Half-Brother), Deborah Gallagher (Sister), Carl Gallagher (Brother), Liam Gallagher (Brother)

Love Interest(s):

Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois

Languages: English

Skills/Powers:

Likes: Cooking, baking, cigarettes, a quiet house, a busy kitchen, loud music while working

Dislikes: Frank, Monica, dealing with the kids (she volunteers for it anyway), the house being dirty (it always is)

Catchphrase: “I’m gonna kill you all and then myself.”//“Pretty please, shut the fuck up.”

Backstory: Penny Gallagher, twin sister of Lip and about ten minutes younger, grew up on the South Side of Chicago with two addict parents and a half-dozen siblings. She worked her ass off to graduate two years early so that she could start helping her older sister, Fiona, out around the house. Her first job at 16 in a kitchen—went from a porter to a line cook in three months. She and Fiona became the heads of household, the oldest sisters, and kept the kids in line as best as they could.

By nineteen, Penny was the sous chef of a restaurant and the main cook of the house, bringing any leftovers she could scrounge up home for the kids. Fiona was her best friend and still made sure her younger sister could have fun, dragging her to clubs and such until she fucked up her own shit. Penny persisted, getting unwanted help from her twin to keep the household running.

She’s dealt with quite a lot of bullshit, but that’s just what Gallagher’s do. After all those years of playing mom with her sister, she’d never be able to break that role. Even became a mom to a kitchen of dumbass kids (and some dumbass adults) at work, but she’ll shape them up.

Faceclaim: Odessa A’zion

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the problem w making up OCs is before you can get the rewards of shitposting about them you must first submit yourself to the mortifying ordeal of explaining who they are.

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The Stray

The Story of Titans’ Carmen Kyle

part 1 part 2

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Carmen rolled over onto her side when she heard the phone buzz.

BLOCKED CALLER

She stared at the screen for about ten seconds, contemplating if she’d answer or not until one of her cats swatted at the phone. Carmen grabbed it and answered the call, hesitating to speak at all.

“Carmen? Are you there? It’s Dick.” Her stomach dropped upon hearing his voice. “Please say something.”

“Yeah, I’m here.” She answered flatly.

“Good, can we talk?” Dick asked, hearing the purr of a cat on the other end. “Is that Midnight?” He asked with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, it is.” Carmen ruffled Midnight’s black fur and she let out a meow. “Say what you need to say.”

“I wanted to know how soon you could be in Detroit?” He asked and Carmen sat up, cautiously picking her next words—and debating hanging up.

“Uh…” She breathed, “can you tell me why?”

“Not over the phone.” Dick’s reply sent a chill down her spine, she knew it was serious if he was asking. “The ticket is already bought. Boarding’s at three.”

“Dick, that’s in two hours. I can’t just drop everything and leave Midnight alone. How long am I even gonna be in Detroit?” Carmen continued her questioning, unsure if she was even willing to leave Gotham for him. After the way he left things, could you blame her?

“I’d take her with you. And it might be a long trip. Bring what you can.” He still continued to beat around the bush. “And the suit.” Carmen nodded, but not in agreement. She was disappointed, it always came down to the suit. Every damn time.

She hung up without another word and got up from her bed, pulled out her suitcase and cat carrier, and got to packing. “Swear to god, he better have paid for my bags.”

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Carmen found herself at baggage claim with Midnight in tow. “Damn, you’re heavy, baby.” She reached into the carrier and scratched her cat’s head. “Just gotta get our bags and we’ll be away from all the noise, ‘kay?” By the time she was at the baggage carousel, Dick was already holding her bags. “That might be the fastest this airline has ever spit my bags out. How’d you know they were mine?” She greeted Dick, who awkwardly tried to hug her as a greeting—it was brief, to say the least.

“Besides all the cat hair?” Dick began to joke. “It’s purple with hearts drawn all over it. Very you.” Carmen swatted him and began walking. “You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“Well, tell me, then.” She sassed, grumpy from the flight and getting called in to help her ex-boyfriend with a work thing. A work thing she was still in the dark about until she got into the car.

“Hi, I’m Rachel. You must be Carmen.” The purple-haired girl introduced herself shyly, grabbing her hand to shake. Unbeknownst to Carmen, Rachel just got flashes of her past—a rich past with Dick, the cop that was fighting to keep her safe.

“What the hell, Dick.” Carmen closed the car door gently, still standing outside the car with him. She’d handed off midnight to the teenager in the car, maybe they could comfort each other while she screamed at Dick out in the busy airport. “You lured me all the fuckin’ way to Detroit to take care of a kid?!”

“You don’t know the full story yet, Carmen. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Dick raised a hand to put on her shoulder. “Just get in the car! I will explain as soon as it’s safe, but we need to get the fuck out of Detroit.” Carmen stared at him with tears in her eyes, feeling fooled when she didn’t even know why. “Don’t cry. It’s not worth crying over. I need you in this car now.”

“I don’t know why I even agreed to this.” She opened the passenger door and slammed it shut when she was situated. “Sorry about that, Rachel. It’s nice to meet you.” She turned to the back to check on her cat. “Midnight likes you.” She observed, watching her cat rub her face all over Rachel’s black clothes. “I have a lint roller if you need it.” Carmen and Rachel chuckled together.

“It’s okay. She’s sweet. She’s a girl, right?” Rachel asked. “I just assumed with the purple collar.”

“Yes, she is, and she’s a very proper lady, too.” Carmen joked, reaching back to pet Midnight and show off her diamond charm. “Likes her jewels.” Dick broke a little smile as he drove off, feeling guilty already that he dragged her into another one of his messes.

“Wow, how fancy.” Rachel smirked. “Can she stay back here with me?” Her eyes shined with the slightest bit of joy when she looked up.

“Of course. I’m a little tired from the flight, I think I’ll just rest my eyes in the meantime. Thanks for watching her.” Carmen leaned back into her seat and sighed, peering over at Dick. His jaw was clenched, eyes glued to the road ahead, and his knuckles were white as he held the steering wheel. “You need to relax.” She poked him and he immediately took a deep breath.

“Not right now. You should get some rest, though.” Dick told her. “We’ll be on the road a while, but I’ll get a motel later tonight, okay?”

“Yep.” Carmen sucked her teeth and shoved her hand in the front pocket of the bag in front of her, pulled out a sleep mask with cat eyes and whiskers sewed on the front. Once it covered her eyes, she was out.

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Follow the Leader

The Revised Story of Leila Wayne-al Ghūl

a/n: based on yj #0 comic (which leads into the end of ep 3 i think)

part 3 part 4 part 5

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GOTHAM CITY

July 7, 11:11 EDT

2010

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Dick sat in the dining room of Wayne Manor pouting as he waited for Bruce to make a decision on the demands of him, Kaldur, Wally, and Superboy. “Bruce has been down in the Batcave forever.” He grumbled. “I can’t tell if he’s working on sanctioning our team or squashing it.”

“I believe, Master Dick, that the Batman asked for three days—” Alfred tried to urge his patience, but Dick wasn’t having it today.

“Demanded is more like it. And it’s been almost two and a half!” Dick huffed and slouched down in the head chair of the dining room table. “Leila won’t even give me a clue as to what’s going on.”

“When Master Bruce says three,” Alfred explained, “he means three.”

Meanwhile, Leila and Bruce argued below the Manor in the Batcave—the options were very limited.

“Bruce, there is no part of me that wants to be apart of this team.” Leila began to push back. “If I did, I’d be on the Justice League by now.”

“This won’t affect your relationship with the Justice League. At least, not that much.” Bruce began to explain. “You’re one of their peers, you have enough experience to guide them so that one day they can one day be ready to take on greater responsibility.”

“I can’t lead them, B. You know what I come from, you know that’s not what I want. All my life I’ve been told I’d lead the Shadows, now you want me—the trained assassin—to take a group of kids and show them the way to be the best heroes they can be?” She was growing agitated as she got backed into a corner, and what Bruce says typically goes. Leila couldn’t see a way out.

“Really? You’re going to bring the Shadows into this? You’ve spent years distancing yourself from them and in this very instance you think that’ll be what saves you from being on this team?” Bruce scoffed at her last-ditch effort to excuse herself from this plan. “I need you to lead them by example. This has been your whole life, they need to see that with effort and sacrifice, they can be rewarded.”

“This doesn’t feel like a reward, Bruce. It feels like a chore you’re dumping on me.” Leila crossed her arms and looked up at the monitor that showed profile pictures of the new recruits. “And you already promised J’onn we’d take in his niece, too?” She pointed to a M’gaan M’orzz, a martian stowaway, who was presented on the screen. “Did you already tell the Justice League I was in?”

“I told them you were appointed as their mentor.” Bruce admitted. “It’s not forever, Leila. I just need your help setting them straight and they listen to you. They’ve always looked up to you. As the adults, we can’t always trust they’ll understand our judgment—but if they see Demonspawn, the first protege, who is trusted on League missions and still treats them as peers, they’ll succeed for sure.” It wasn’t that Leila didn’t want to support them, she never knew love until she met the kid vigilantes who worshipped her for being the “cool assassin older sister.” She didn’t this she was ready for it. Nor did she want to be the shot-caller. There was a long pause before she could say anything, and Bruce granted her the moment to think.

“Mentor, yes. Leader, no.” She answered. “I can guide them, but I can’t make the decisions for them. I can keep them as safe as I can, give them advice I wish I got, keep morale up. That’s what I’m comfortable with.” Bruce cracked a light smirk, glad they’d come to an understanding.

“And, when pertinent, you may join the League on crucial missions. It’d be good for them to see you help out—make a difference.” He corrected. “I do expect you to go on the Team’s missions, they’ll be strictly covert while they learn the ropes together.” Leila’s smile began to match his and she ran into his arms, something she didn’t often do. Bruce hugged her back. “So we’ve reached an agreement?”

“I believe so.”

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MOUNT JUSTICE

July 8, 8:05 EDT

2010

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“Since the four of you are determined to stay together and fight the good fight,” Batman stood in front of the four boys inside of a hollowed out mountain Leila hadn’t stepped foot inside in years, “You’ll do it on League terms.”

Leila was present, but she was distracted. Ollie had tried to reach out to Roy, but it was no luck. Although she felt guilty she hadn’t reached out herself, it wasn’t her job to clean up his messes. He had a chance to atone for his outburst, but she knew he wouldn’t take it. And keeping Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Superboy on the straight and narrow was more important that keeping Roy in line.

“Red Tornado has volunteered to live here and be your supervisor.” Batman continued. “Black Canary’s in charge of training.” Leila stood ready for the news. “Demonspawn will be your mentor.” The boys all looked at her, wide-eyed. She couldn’t tell if they were excited, intimidated, or both. “I will deploy you on missions.”

“Real missions?” Robin asked.

“Yes, but covert.” Batman responded.

“The League will still handle the obvious stuff. There’s a reason we have these targets on our chests.” The Flash added, pointing at the lightning bolt on his chest.

“But Cadmus proves the bad guys are getting smarter. Batman needs a team that can operate on the sly.” Aquaman continued the narrative.

“The six of you will be that team.” Batman said.

“Cool!” Robin and the Team celebrated, then stopped in confusion. “Wait, six?”

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Penelope “Penny” Gallagher - Twin Sister of Lip, younger by about ten minutes, and Fiona’s right hand

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Cora Kamody, Bedrock - Seismic powers, protégé to the one and only Black Canary

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Sotira, Daughter of Medusa and Poseidon - Demi-Goddess out of time, finding her way in the modern land

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Jonas Deacon, Cardinal - the Priest of Gotham who no longer trusted God’s plan

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just finished the oc art swap!! @wandamayday

oc: violet morgan by @marywitchingbel

i honestly haven’t drawn a full project in years and this is my first time working with alcohol markers but i hope you like her!! (i based it off of the edit on the pinned post of oc creator’s page) (i wasn’t sure what the shadow tattoo was so i actually based it kind of off of aqualad’s tattoos from young justice!!) color pallet may be a lil off also i sowwy and also i forgot to give her POCKETS)

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IHATEITIHATEITIHATEIT LOWKEY

But I got hyped

Im not built for digital art istg

@wandamayday IM SORRY IT SUVKS

IT WAS FUN TO DO THO

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This event is to draw EACH OTHER'S OCs!!! you'll receive an OC assignment from another member to draw THEIR oc!!! Another member will draw YOUR oc!!!

Rules for entry:

you do NOT have to be good at drawing, this is about effort and community!

traditional or digital art welcome! please, no edits of existing comic book art.

you MUST be a member of the community above, i will be checking!

you may only submit ONE of your DC OCs

the signups are being held from March 5, 2025 to March 13, 2025! after that signups close and i will be semi-randomly assigning you each to an OC

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NOT THE MIDDLE SCHOOL ART NOOOOO

(circe is circut before i changed her power from magic to electrokinesis LMAO)

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Independence Day

The Revised Story of Young Justice’s Leila Wayne-al Ghūl (Based on the events of Season 1, Episode 1 - Independence Day)

part 2 part 3 part 4

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GOTHAM CITY

July 4, 12:00 EDT

2010

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“Enjoying family time?” Mr. Freeze’s sinister voice lightly echoed through his suit as he began to attack a park full of civilians enjoying their Fourth of July. “My family had other plans.” Ice began to coat the area—including people and the lunches they’d worked so hard to make.

A projectile soon hit the ice villain and lodged in the grass before Mr. Freeze. “Batman, I was wondering when—” He froze as he heard a mocking chuckle. Soon after, Robin revealed himself and knocked the foe to the ground. “Oh, Boy Wonder. The Bat sent you to drag me off the prison? Frankly, I’m underwhelmed.”

“Great, but I’m kinda in a hurry here.” Robin sassed back to his comms. Mistakenly, Freeze responded.

“Kids…always in such a rush.” He armed himself, letting his guard down without yet realizing the Batman was behind him, swooping down for the final blow.

“Dee, where are you?” Robin asked over the comms and she suddenly approached behind him. “Jeez! You’re almost as good at Batman with that—where were you?”

“Watching.” Demonspawn replied, a smirk hiding behind the mask covering the lower half of her face. “Didn’t want to steal your thunder on your big day, right?” She walked past him to Mr. Freeze, helping Batman secure him and ensuring his suit wasn’t damaged in any life-threatening way.

“You could have helped.” Batman told her as she replied.

“I’ll help by getting these civilians out of the ice. We have some time before we need to be at the Hall.” Demonspawn hailed Robin along and began to do damage control, paying no more mind to the man who caused the ruckus on a day like today.

“You’re actually really nonchalant for a girl who’s about to see her boyfriend.” Robin commented as he began chipping away at the ice. “Trouble in paradise?”

“One—Speedy’s not my boyfriend. You know that we don’t do labels. Two—of course not. I’m just…I’m excited for your guys’ big day. It’s no small feat.” Demonspawn was clearly hiding something, and Robin being not only one of Batman’s protégés, but a brother to her meant he could smell it from a mile away—he just didn’t know what was being hidden from him.

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STAR CITY

July 4, 9:01 PDT

2010

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Green Arrow and his sidekick, Speedy, began shooting arrows at an ice villain of their own as he began to freeze the bridge full of commuters driving by. “Finally! I was wondering what a guy had to do to get some attention around here!” Icicle Junior began launching projectile icicles at the archers atop the bridge.

“Junior’s doing this for attention?” Speedy asked, frustrated at the distraction thrown at him so early in the day—The Day. Him and Green Arrow bailed down the cables as he continued to complain. “I’m telling you now, this little distraction better not interfere.” Speedy flipped from the vantage point and shot off an arrow that knocked Icicle Junior to the ground.

“Kid had a glass jaw.” Green Arrow quipped over the teen’s unconscious body.

“Hilarious. Can we go now? Today is the day.” Speedy grew more and more agitated every second he wasn’t preparing for his appearance at the Hall.

“Are you just rushing me because you’re excited about the League, or are you expecting to see your girlfriend?” Green Arrow shot back at him and Speedy’s eyes grew wide behind his domino mask.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He growled back, face turning pink.

“Oh, right! You guys ‘don’t do labels,’ whatever that means.” Green Arrow mocked, beginning to secure Junior by his lonesome. “So you’re just being pushy because of today’s the day?” Speedy ignored the question and Arrow smirked to himself. “That’s what I thought.”

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WASHINGTON, D.C.

July 4, 14:00 EDT

2010

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Seven heroes stood before the Hall of Justice today. Batman, Green Arrow, Aquaman, Robin, Speedy, Aqualad, and Demonspawn. Soon joined by Flash and Kid Flash (always late, naturally). Speedy couldn’t help but look at Demonspawn and smile at the girl in the assassin gear with a fully covered face. It irked him she wasn’t looking back, but she was in company that perceived her much differently than the other protégés.

Demonspawn had been Batman’s ward before the Justice League was even founded. She was there in the fight that brought them together. Despite being a child at that time, the League always treated her with respect and transparency despite her not being an official member.

The group approached the Hall, hounded by paparazzi and fan cameras desperate to snap these heroes all together at once.

“Ready to see the Inner Sanctum?” Green Arrow asked Speedy, an effort to build up the facade.

“Born that way.” Speedy answered. Dee glared at Arrow and shook her head, something both Arrow and Speedy noticed.

“I’m glad we’re all here.” Aqualad told the group.

“Have all five sidekicks ever been in the same place at the same time?” Kid Flash asked, too excited to read the room.

“Don’t call us sidekicks. Not after today.” Speedy snapped and Dee grabbed his hand.

“Matter of fact, I was never a sidekick—get your fact’s straight.” You snarked to lighten the mood, which worked as soon as Speedy felt you acknowledge him.

“Sorry. First time at the Hall. I’m a little overwhelmed.” Kid admitted.

“You’re overwhelmed, Freeze was underwhelmed—why isn’t anyone ever just whelmed?” Robin asked as the group appeared the restricted area. “Oh, that’s why.” He observed the massive statues of founding League members.

“Robin, Speedy, Aqualad, Kid Flash.” Martian Manhunter greeted. “Welcome. You now have unlimited access to the gym, our fully-stocked galley, and of course, our library.” The group moved on past the heavily-secured doors into the library and Speedy looked back at Demonspawn with a genuine grin, she hated that she hid from him the fact that this…was nothing.

“Make yourselves at home.” Flash told the kids, who all sat down—except for Speedy, who she could tell was beginning to catch the bluff. The adult heroes spoke briefly before approaching the Zeta-Tube, which started identifying the group. Demonspawn could tell this was the switch that flipped and told Speedy that this was all for show—barely what he was thinking it’d be. All he ever talked about was joining the Justice League someday. He thought this was it.

“That’s it?” Speedy interrupted before she could intervene. “You promised us a real look inside, not a glorified backstage pass.”

“It’s a first step. You’ve been granted access few others get.” Aquaman replied, all eyes now on Speedy in his outburst. Demonspawn didn’t know what to do at this point. Speak up? Speak out? She knew this was crap from the start, but Batman was strict about making this look good for the sidekicks’ sake. But she was the one with rare access. She was the one without League membership who kept secrets, used Zetas, joined League missions—they were not getting that treatment.

“Oh, really?” Speedy motioned to the civilians some feet above them behind a pane of glass, cameras flashing as if the heroes were zoo animals. “Who cares which side of the glass we’re on?” Demonspawn grabbed him by the shoulder and was quickly shaken off. “We were under the impression we’d get the Demonspawn Treatment.”

“Roy, you just need to be patient.” Green Arrow approached to calm him down.

“What I need is respect. They’re treating us like kids.” Speedy turned to Kid, Robin, and Aqualad. “Worse. Like sidekicks. We deserve better than this.” She glared at him, feeling the embarrassment of his rejection in front of the group. She popped her mask apart to only cover her eyes.

“Roy,” she whispered, “this isn’t helping. Just let the day play out—then address this. You’ve barely given it a chance.” Speedy turned back to her.

“No, you knew they were going to shaft us like this and you said nothing. I thought I meant enough for you to fight for this. Thanks to you, I just got blindsided by the Justice League. We all did!” He yelled at her in front of the whole group, who all thought about taking a few steps back as she silently stared at one of the few people unafraid of her. “This was supposed to be the day. Step one in becoming full-fledged members of the League.” The young boys exchanged looks.

“Well, sure,” Kid Flash started, “but I thought step one was a tour of the HQ?”

“Except the Hall isn’t the League’s real HQ.” Each Leaguer and Demonspawn’s head whipped around, wide-eyed they listened. “I bet they never told you, it’s just a false front for tourists and a pit stop for catching Zeta-Beam teleporter tubes to the real thing—an orbiting satellite called the Watchtower.” Demonspawn looked at Arrow, who looked at Batman. She knew Batman wouldn’t accuse her of the slip.

“I know, I know. But I thought maybe we could make an exception?” Arrow’s words were not well-received by Batman, and for Dee—well, another harsh glare from the boy she loved so dearly. She could tell he’d been holding that information a while, he wanted her to tell him. “Or not.”

“You are not helping your cause here, son.” Awuaman interjected. “Stand down, or—”

“Or what? You’ll send me to my room? And I’m not your son. I’m not even his. I thought I was his partner.” Speedy reached for the yellow cap on his head. “But not anymore.” Demonspawn nearly intervened, but felt Robin’s hand grab her arm—she looked down at him in his chosen chair and he shook his head. Maybe he was right, maybe this wasn’t the time. He dug his grave. “Guess they’re right about you three.” Speedy muttered on his way out, looking right through Demonspawn. “You’re not ready.” She fought the urge to chase after him, but just as the door closed behind him, an alert came through from Superman.

“Superman to Justice League, there’s been an explosion at Project Cadmus. It’s on fire.” Superman reported over the screen.

“I’ve had my suspicions about Cadmus. This may present the perfect opportunity to—” Batman was cut off by another alert—Zatara.

“Zatara to Justice League,” Zatara’s picture appeared alongside Superman’s, “the sorcererx Wotan, is using the Amulet of Attan to blot out the sun. Requesting full League response.

“Superman?” Batman replied.

“It’s a small fire, local authorities have it under control.” Superman responded.

“If it would help, I can take these three to Cadmus while you handle Wotan.” Demonspawn offered, perking the young ones up and trying to earn back some points with them—she figured they might be a bit hurt with Speedy’s abrupt departure and accusations.

“Negative, Demonspawn—we’ll need you on this mission, as well.” Batman declined the offer. “Cadmus can wait.” Batman paged all Leaguers as the sidekicks approached. “Stay put.”

“What? Why?” Robin argued.

“This is a League mission.” Aquaman explained.

“You’re not trained—” Flash was interrupted by his protégé.

“Since when?” Kid was starting down the path of speedy and quickly stopped.

“I meant you’re not trained to work as a part of this team.” Flash finished his sentence. “Demonspawn is, which is why she’ll be joining us. No favoritism, just how it is.”

“There will be other missions…when you’re ready.” Aquaman added.

“But for now, stay put.” Batman warned as the group departed. Dee broke aside and made a last-ditch effort to comfort the boys.

“I’m sorry it went this way. The Day might not have been how you imagined, but I’m gunning for you guys.” She squeezed the arms of Robin and Aqualad with each hand and gave them a wink as she ran away to catch up with the Justice League.

“Why does she get to go on League missions?” Kid remarked once she was out of earshot.

“They just told you—she’s trained for them.” Aqualad told him.

“Yeah, Dee was there at the beginning of the JL—she’s been in the Life since birth. They never really question her capabilities.” Robin explained to his two friends. “I mean—don’t get me wrong, I’m a little jealous she’s in on all the action, but you can’t honestly say you don’t understand. Dee’s got seniority.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to remind me.” Wally rolled his eyes.

“Kinda sounds like I do.” Robin smirked and nudged his best friend with an elbow.

“Dude.” Kid huffed.

“Enough of this. There’s no point in casting stones at a fellow young hero. Especially a successful one. We should strive to be as levelheaded and respected as she is. Demonspawn has obviously earned it—you’re not just handed that from the Justice League. And she’s obviously making an effort to keep it.” Aqualad changed the subject. “I thought my mentor—my king trusted me…”

“Trust? They don’t even trust us with the basics.” Wally was still quite agitated at the situation, they all were. It was just a matter of time before they figured out what to do about it. “They’ve got a secret HQ in space.”

“What else aren’t they telling us?” Asked Aqualad.

“I have a better question. Why didn’t we leave with Speedy?” Robin’s question sparked shame in the others.

“What is…Project Cadmus?”

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