That awkward moment when you have nothing to say .-.

I don't own Young Justice

"Now would be a good time to explain, everything."

"What's to explain?" Aria asked, walking around the kitchen and grabbing random food supplies.

"Well first of all; how can you two stand to be in the same room?" He asked. "You two are complete opposites!"

They both turned to each-other, Aria smirking as she leaned against the stove. "We're not that different..."

Roy nodded in agreement. "We're alike enough to have one common goal."

"And what goal is that?" Robin demanded.

The blonde girl hesitated. "Over the last couple of months I have been helping Roy gather information on the Shadows."

"Why do I not like where this is going?"

She ignored him. "There were some... intresting revelations."

"When you say intresting you mean..." Robin motioned for her to continue.

"The Light."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "The... Light?"

Roy counted off with his fingers. "Cadmus, Mister Twister, Santa Prisca, Dr. Serling Roquette, the Fog, Klarion."

"Bialya, Rhelasia, Belle Reve, The Brain, The Injustice League." Aria finished. "All the Light's handywork."

"But we thought the Injustice League was responsible." Robin told them.

Aria shook her head, turning the dial on the stove. "You thought wrong."

"And that's not just it." Roy put in, crossing his arms. "The mole is working for them."

The girl huffed, a frying pan in hand. "Roquette was suppoed to be mine..."

Both boys chose to ignore her comment. "Why didn't you tell the League?"

"We don't need the League." Aria snapped.

"If the League intervined then it wouldn't take them long to realize that they had a mole, and they'd kill whoever they thought it was." Roy replied calmly.

"In other words you would have found my body lying at the bottom of a ditch soon enough." The woman clarified, sighing.

"We could get you protction." Robin told her worriely.

"Thanks but no thanks boy wonder, but you can't help me anymore" She smiled sadly. "I've done enough things to get me landed in Belle Reve along with the other baddies."

"Yet, you two think you can handle this on your own?" He asked disbelievingly. "That is so not asterout."

Aria raised an eyebrow, turning back to him. "Asterous?"

"I don't feel like explaining right now." He replied.

"In all honesty we didn't plan ahead." Aria smirked. "Figured we'd wing it."

"So you have no plan?"

"... No."

"How are you two even alive?" He exclaimed.

"Experience, mainly." Aria replied, placing a plate of pancakes on the table as she set herself back on the table. "Eat up."

Robin watched as she grabbed one of them, ripping a piece off and placing it in her mouth. "I forgot about your eating habits, and do you realize that it's already lunch time?"

Her eyes widened, turning towards the clock on the wall. "Shit! Hate to eat and run but I have to work for a living."

"Doing what?" Robin asked.

She looked down at him, purse in hand. "Best not to ask, Ricky G."

He glared, "Don't call me that, I'm not a kid anymore."

Her smirk widened as she made her way to the door. "Last time I checked, you were still younger than me."

"What. Did. You. Do?" She asked slowly, in a hushed whisper. "This wasn't part of the plan!"

The man shrugged, calmly replying. "I got one of the League members of your back, you should be thanking me."

"This is bad, Laurence." She sighed, running a hand over her hair. "Really bad."

"Relax, little girl." He told her. "Just keep doing what you were ordered, I'll take care of the rest."

She exhaled slowy, taking a look inside the empty building, her eyes landing on the uconsious blonde.

Black Canary.

"You've become a cliche, Mr. Crock." With that said she turned away quickly without another word.

But she wasn't about to leave the woman alone, with her luck Sportsmaster would kill her.

She made a split second desision, turning to the emergency ladder and swinging herself over the railing silently. Once she was on she climed up, making her way to the roof.

Her eyes landed on the air vents and she silently swore; it would be a tight fit.

She looked around, hoping to find another way in... she found none. "Dammit."

Reluctantly, she crouched down and unscrewed the cover. When it was competely off she pulled it off and sat down beside the opening, she pulled her legs in first before letting her whole body slip in.

The space was barely enough for her to crawl through.

Why was she even doing this? Common sense was telling her to walk away, to listen to Sportsmaster... why wasn't she listening? She knew, or at least she thought she did.

It was because of him, because seeing his face when she'd come and tell him that Dinah Lance was gone. And she'd be to blame, of course she would.

The plan would go down the drain, they'd turn her in to them, to the League.

And this time... this time she wouldn't escape, they'd make sure of it.

She'd have to pay for every single life she had stolen.

That was why, right?

Deep down she could care less if the woman died, died like her mother; with no one to protect her...

She didn't care, she refused to care.

It didn't make a difference in her life... it didn't...

If she was trying to convince herself, it didn't work.

She kept on crawling through the vents, hoping to reach Dinah quickly.

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