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Young Justice 2.0 – A World Without Justice 1.36

velocity-avVelocity took a step away from her friends toward the bubble of darkness. “Requiem?” She’d made the name mistake enough times for one day. Right now she couldn’t risk doing anything that would cause more hard feelings. “Can you hear me? It’s okay now. The guys in masks are taken care of. It’s really okay.” Her voice didn’t seem to travel past the end of her fingertips. Certainly there was no change in the inky blackness that hid Robert from their sight.

“Do… do you think he can even hear you in there, Vel?” the Green Teen said with a frown. He looked over the black sphere, looking for any fissures. “Maybe…” He took a step back and leveled his left arm. A gout of flame erupted from the ring, then focused to a narrow, cutting torch like point...

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Young Justice 2.0 – A World Without Justice 1.35

requiem-avRobert watched the two interact… the concern and affection of old friends, even at their age. It was a feeling he knew little if, though he understood it in principle. There was a connection there. He felt himself for the first time really wanting to experience that kind of camaraderie for himself. Unfortunately, the feeling that overtook him was of a different nature.

“Isn’t that sweet” a whispered voice said to the black-cloaked teen. Robert glanced to one side and saw a movement in the shadows and the glitter of gold, like light flickering from a shard of avarice. “A lovely story of boy meets girl meets boyfriend.” Another wave of emotion struck Robert, even without him reaching out for it. It surrounded him, centered on a tiny point to his right, but its power was overwhelming.


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Young Justice 2.0 – A World Without Justice 1.33

star-avOnce Kyle realised how far he could go into the upper atmosphere, flying across country wasn’t that bad, a few hours tops. He was currently resting on a park bench in one of his favorite places in the world; Gotham City. There was almost no one about, and those who were either were looting or wandering aimlessly, fear stricken all over their faces.

“Hey you!” One older man called out to Kyle, “You’re one of them aren’t you? You gotta costume! Do something! Bring them back!”

“Sir, believe me, that is first on my list but right now as confused as you are and pretty wiped.”

The man looked like he was gonna argue more but he just walked away, he looked… broken. Kyle felt horrible but he had to keep going. He stood up and, still getting used to his new outfit, pulled at his mask...

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