A slick mouth and a sharp pen

Hi. I tried. Bye.

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Here’s a messy drawing I did on the plane back home.  I used a green pen for everything. Sorry about the messy anatomy the plane had so much turbulence I’m surprised that my drawing even looks acceptable.

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To all the Green Lantern and Young Justice fans out there, our shows will live on.  Whether in our hearts or our minds we will never forget what they have meant to us.  And as long as we do not forget, they will never die.

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PSA

Hey sorry I haven't been posting lately I've been swamped with homework and I've been rather ill.  I promise new fics will be up soon and I will possibly begin to post art as well!

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Stars In His Eyes

Pairings:  Hints at Bluepulse????

Rating: PG (Angst)

Summary:  What I wished happened after “War.”

Author’s Note:  This occurs right after the Team gets doubles crossed by Blue.  Maybe I’ll add on to this?????

     It starts out gray.  Muddled, dirty.  Bart can’t make sense of left, right, up, down.  Everything seems. . . peaceful.  His bright green eyes wander lazily around the room, trying, but failing, to focus on his surroundings.  Color begins to seep back into his vision.  First came the blue.

     Blue.  

     Bart bolts into a sitting position, only to feel the world spin from under him.  Not enough oxygen, Bart remembers.  He staggers to his feet and grabs Robin and Batgirl by their capes.  Practically crawling back to the Bio-Ship, Impulse hauls each and every team member into the ship.  He collapses, exhausted, onto the vessel’s floor.  Superboy comes around first.

     “What happened?”  Superboy asks, shaking his head and cradling his forehead.  “Where’s Blue?”

     “I don’t know,” Bart croaks.  It doesn’t matter.  All Bart knows is that he failed.  He failed.  The future might already be compromised because he let his guard down and let Jaime out of his sight.  He made a stupid call and paid the price.

     “Unhhh. . .” Wondergirl groans as she pushes herself into an upright position.  The three conscious members stare at each other for several seconds.  Silence fills the Bio-Ship with a chilly air.

     “Did Blue-”  Connor furrows his brow.

     “Crush me under a massive alien and send Sphere out the airlock?”  says Wondergirl miserably.  “Yeah, he did.”  Bart sits on the floor with a dumbfounded expression as Robin and Batgirl begin to stir.

     What have I done?  Bart asks himself bitterly.  With a defeated air to his every movement, he rises from the floor.  He straightens and surveys the Team.  Arsenal slumps against the weapons system, and doesn’t appear to be conscious or unconscious.  The Batkids are sprawled in the center of the floor: only now did they start to move into a sitting position.  Superboy and Wondergirl push themselves to their feet and check Mongul’s bonds.  Bumblebee and Mal lie next to each other, still out cold.

     “Let’s head back to the Watchtower,” Robin stands and crosses to the pilot seat and begins to conduct pre-flight checks.  “Batgirl, can you make sure everyone is strapped into a seat?”

     “On it,”  Batgirl responds with out question and begins to buckle Mal into a seat.  The air is frigid and stiff with betrayal.

     Once everyone has been loaded into seats and are strapped in, we take off for the Watchtower.  Back in the future, Bart always imagined that space was gorgeous and it shone and glowed with energy.  But now, as he stared out the Bio-Ship, all he could think was how cold and desolate space really is.

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Meep, sorry for using submit, but I can't put links in asks, so~

http://chyldea.tumblr.com/post/15720103290/anonymous-asked-you-street-kid-jason-meets

Is this the art you were talking about?  If not, don't mind me!  Just thought I'd try to help out. XD;

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Whelmed, Actually

Pairings: Jaydick

Rating: PG-13  (for Jason’s language)

Summary:  Dick is on his way to the nearest Zeta tube to reach the Cave.  He runs into Jason smoking a cigarette on his way there.

Author’s Note: I was inspired by this beautiful piece of fanart. I thought it was adorable and that it would make a great fic.  Although the fanart isn't in the YJ universe, this fic is.

     Man.  Dick scrambles over the rooftops of a dilapidated building in Gotham.  I’m gonna be late again.  Dark, hazy clouds fills the sky with a dark and ominous tone.  As Dick prepares to jump onto the next rooftop, he spots a thin line of smoke rising from the alley below.  Without another thought, Dick kicks up into a handstand at the precipice of the building, balancing with ease.  Peering down, he notices a young boy slouching atop a dumpster, cigarette in hand.

     I still have time to talk to a kid about substance abuse right?  Dick ponders as he pushes off from his handstand, and lands silently on a rickety old fire escape.  Gracefully swinging his way down the emergency ladder, he stops hanging upside down right near the young boy’s face.  At first, the boy fails to notice Dick’s presence, and sits there grumbling unhappily.

     “You know, you really shouldn’t be smoking at your age.”

     “Holy-” the boy shoots away from Dick, holding his cigarette-laden hand up to his face in surprise.  “Wait a second,”  He narrows his eyes in suspicion. “You’re that Robin kid aren’t you?”

     “Yep!”  Dick grins from his perch.  With lightning fast reflexes, he grabs the cigarette from the boy’s hand.  “You really shouldn’t smoke at any age actually, you don’t want lung cancer do you?”

     He swipes at Dick’s hand.  “The fuck are you to tell me what I can’t do?”  He gripes crossly.

     “First things first,” Dick smiles and holds out his hand. “What’s your name?”

     He snorts.  “Like hell.”  The boy pauses again.  “Name’s Jason.”

     “Jason.”  Dick repeats thoughtfully, dropping his hand.  “I’m Robin.”

     “Yeah, no shit.”

     Dick winces at Jason’s foul language.

     “What?” Jason stares Dick down.  “You think I’d be overwhelmed by you?”

     “Whelmed, actually,”  Dick smirks, tossing the cigarette behind him.  “And I was just thinking that you’re a little young to be cussing with such. . . finesse.”

     Jason cocks one eyebrow and shakes his matted, dark hair from side to side.

     “Well I’m off!”  Dicks says as he launches himself off from the ladder rung, shooting his grappling hook onto the nearest building.  “Nice talking to you, Jason!”  He cackles as his voice fades into the distance.

     Jason turns his head to one side and smirks.  What a dumbass.  He thinks.  I bet he thinks he can do anything while he sits on his little throne next to the Batman.  Slowly, Jason lifts his head to the sky and closes his eyes.  For the first time in a long time, Jason looks at peace.

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Just a Twist

Pairings: Bluepulse/Speedbuggy/Chicken Whizzies

Rating: PG (fluff)

Summary: Bart sprains his ankle while heading back from a mission.

Author’s Note: I sprained my ankle this week and I thought it would be fun to try my hand at my first fic.  Also, this occurs while the Cave in still intact.

     “So crash!”  Bart exclaims happily, zipping back and forth in between team members.

     Alpha Squad has just come off their victory against the Terror Twins, and Bart (it being his first official mission) isn’t even trying to contain his excitement.

     “Ese,”  Blue Beetle takes his hands and covers his face, dragging his hands slowly down.  “Please calm down.”

     “Alright,”  Impulse bounces up and down.  “I got this.  I’m gonna calm down.”

     Robin sighs as Impulse runs circles around him speaking with such speed that his words are incoherent.  Alpha walks- or runs for that matter -into the zeta tube.

     “Robin, B20.  Blue Beetle, B22.  Batgirl, B16.  Impulse, B23.”

     “Impulse,” Robin emphasizes the last syllable as he strides into the cave.  “We need to report to Nightwing, so slow down.”

     “How was the-”  Nightwing begins, emerging from a hallway nearby.

    “Oof!”

    “Bart!” Blue yells as Impulse skids on his side across the Cave.

     “Oh,” He groans from across the floor.  “So feeling the mode.”  Impulse jumps back to his feet, only to yelp and grab his ankle.  Jaime rushes over along with the rest of the team.

     “Ese,” He helps support Impulse as he stands.  “What happened!?”

     “I think-” Impulse hisses with pain.  “I think I just rolled my ankle.”

     “Take off your shoe.”  Blue orders with a commanding tone.

     Without a another word, Bart complies.  He shrinks, whimpering as he pulls the shoe off.  Although he just tripped, large blue bruises are already apparent down one side of his swelling foot.  Heat emanates from his ankle, and Bart bites his lip.

    “Yeah,”  Nightwing inspects Bart’s foot.  “It’s definitely sprained.  Let's go get you some ice.”

     “On it,” Jaime scoops up Impulse, flying off towards the kitchen.

     "Hey wait up!"  Robin grabs Bart's shoe from the ground.

     Impulse giggles as he and Blue speed through the air.  “Thanks.”

     “Next time,” Blue Beetle sighs, “Just try to calm down.”