Artemis was carrying popcorn. I had drinks in my hand. No alcohol, toi never knew with Bats. Megan made other stuff flow to the TV while she carried the precious pies. The guys looked up. They were sitting like I remember, Connor was sitting against the canapé and the chair, legs spread on the floor. Kaldur was sitting on a chair (). Robin and Wally were sitting each at the other side of the couch. They had moved the chair against the couch. Wally hanged over the couch, grinning like a big happy idiot. “So toi came Arty.” She just smiled back, jumped over the couch, letting herself land suivant to him. “Mine popcorn.” I winked at Wally. He winked back, while he went to sit again but this time different. His hand went around Artemis waist pulling her closer. “I also want some.” Robin opened his mouth to say something mean. But for this one time Kaldur thought quick throwing the DVD to him. To prevent him for saying anything. “Robin. toi choose, so toi put it on.”
Everyone’s eyes were on Robin. This was my chance. I moved closer to Megan, before whispering. “You should be a performer. You‘re good.” Her eyes pierce straight in to mine. “Aren’t we all performers?” I stared back. “Just don’t betray me. ou them.” Her eyes that looked so cold, became soft. “Never.” That wasn’t an act nor a lie. “Apple-pie. He let toi take also a bite of.” She tilt her head a little bit, she probably didn’t understood how I knew that. I put the drinks on the table. Megan smiled at me giving me the chocolat pie. She flowed ou jumped, straight between Connor’s legs. She sat down, leaning against him while holding the pie up. I decided to change my view, sitting down on the couch. “Hey! That is my place!” My eyes found his shades. Disappointment washed through me. Still wearing shades. “You may sit here. IF. I may lean against you.” I send plus than twenty curses to that shade. His mock smile greeted them. “That is fine with me.” ou eyes/shade stayed locked.
Connor POV:
“Are we going to watch ou what?” Connor took another bite of the pie. Deliciousness filled his mouth. Megan had since she started cooking burned most of her nourriture she prepared. ou they taste, like Robin said, Shit. But the first time she made tarte aux pommes it was perfect. It tasted abnormally good. Her back that was leaning against me, was warm. She had laid her head on my shoulder. Every déplacer I made. Every piece of pie that disappeared in my mouth. She saw that. Her brown warm eyes, that were filled with joy, had something else in it. In one of my conversations I had with Rachel, we were discussing love. She a dit that toi can see l’amour everywhere. But if toi want to make sure it isn’t fake love, then toi should look in someone eyes. I remember that I asked why. She answered that one simple. Ones a great person said, “That the eyes are the windows to the soul.”.
“Does it taste good?” A gentle whisper, breaks through my memories. Megan looked at the TV. I could clearly see the blush on her face. I leaned my head to her ear. “I l’amour you.”
Everyone’s eyes were on Robin. This was my chance. I moved closer to Megan, before whispering. “You should be a performer. You‘re good.” Her eyes pierce straight in to mine. “Aren’t we all performers?” I stared back. “Just don’t betray me. ou them.” Her eyes that looked so cold, became soft. “Never.” That wasn’t an act nor a lie. “Apple-pie. He let toi take also a bite of.” She tilt her head a little bit, she probably didn’t understood how I knew that. I put the drinks on the table. Megan smiled at me giving me the chocolat pie. She flowed ou jumped, straight between Connor’s legs. She sat down, leaning against him while holding the pie up. I decided to change my view, sitting down on the couch. “Hey! That is my place!” My eyes found his shades. Disappointment washed through me. Still wearing shades. “You may sit here. IF. I may lean against you.” I send plus than twenty curses to that shade. His mock smile greeted them. “That is fine with me.” ou eyes/shade stayed locked.
Connor POV:
“Are we going to watch ou what?” Connor took another bite of the pie. Deliciousness filled his mouth. Megan had since she started cooking burned most of her nourriture she prepared. ou they taste, like Robin said, Shit. But the first time she made tarte aux pommes it was perfect. It tasted abnormally good. Her back that was leaning against me, was warm. She had laid her head on my shoulder. Every déplacer I made. Every piece of pie that disappeared in my mouth. She saw that. Her brown warm eyes, that were filled with joy, had something else in it. In one of my conversations I had with Rachel, we were discussing love. She a dit that toi can see l’amour everywhere. But if toi want to make sure it isn’t fake love, then toi should look in someone eyes. I remember that I asked why. She answered that one simple. Ones a great person said, “That the eyes are the windows to the soul.”.
“Does it taste good?” A gentle whisper, breaks through my memories. Megan looked at the TV. I could clearly see the blush on her face. I leaned my head to her ear. “I l’amour you.”
Tally
C'mon. Did toi really expect me to end it there? XD
Epilouge:
Slade moved into the room. He bowed before the dark shadow. The voice spoke to him.
“You failed me Slade.”
“I know master. But she is stronger than we first expected.”
“Yes. I know. I expected as much from her. But we now have her in a dangerous position.”
“Master?”
“Shade must make her choice. She has followed the Light for seventy years. Now, she must choose whether she is willing to risk everything ou to continue to play hero.”
“And if she chooses hero?”
“She won't.”
“But Master-”
“Shade thinks she is in the clear. But I have one last trick up my sleeve.”
Epilouge:
Slade moved into the room. He bowed before the dark shadow. The voice spoke to him.
“You failed me Slade.”
“I know master. But she is stronger than we first expected.”
“Yes. I know. I expected as much from her. But we now have her in a dangerous position.”
“Master?”
“Shade must make her choice. She has followed the Light for seventy years. Now, she must choose whether she is willing to risk everything ou to continue to play hero.”
“And if she chooses hero?”
“She won't.”
“But Master-”
“Shade thinks she is in the clear. But I have one last trick up my sleeve.”
Pendere
"Batman, is he gonna be okay?"
