(This is a place for when the rp is unmoving, or you can't move on without other rp'ers. Just simply have the characters hang out. No affect on real timeline in the rp)

Micky was sitting on the couch in the living room. It didn't seem anybody else was up. She had gotten into, well, for kind terms, and argument with her teammate, Braxton. She didn't know what it was about really, it had just happened. It had been during training, which meant the whole team, plus Canary and Red Tornado had been there. And she hated when they were all together. Though for reasons only two people knew. Her twin, Mikey, who always knew her thoughts and feelings, and Aqualad, who knew that it wasn't just dislike towards the League and Young Justice she felt, but fear. Pure, unadulterated fear. But, after the argument, she had walked out on training and refused to talk to or see anybody else. Once she was sure they had all gone to bed, she had left her room.

Sighing, she played her guitar from home. It was a black and red electro-acoustic guitar. But at the moment, she was simply playing it as an acoustic.

Braxton sat on his bed, angrily tossing a small ball against the wall across from him and catching it when it came back. He was trying his hardest to get the fight with Micky out of his head. Usually things that that didn't bother him, but for some reason it just kept nagging him. What had he done anyways?! She had just gotten this crazy surge of emotion, which of course he had picked up on. Was asking if she was okay a crime?

Sighing irritably he caught the ball once more and put it down on the bed, then hopped up and headed to the door. Not even bothering to open it he simply phased through and headed towards the kitchen. He needed a snack...

As he went he thought he heard distant music, but he figured Tara had just left her IPod plugged in or something. She tended to do that a lot. But as he got closer to the kitchen he could tell it wasn't an IPod, it was a guitar, and it was coming from the living room.

He stepped quietly into kitchen, walked over to the bar and leaned against it as he watched the girl that sat on the couch. It was Micky; of course. She looked so wrapped up in her guitar that she didn't even notice he was there.

Micky's song was both a mix of sadness and anger. Usually, she wouldn't have gone off on Braxton nearly as bad as she did earlier. She'd been with them for a few months now, so they'd all become fairly used to eachother. She mostly went off on Wally out of all of the teens, and, well, any of the Leaguers. She didn't care. For the most part, they'd gotten used to her, and she had them. But she'd been worse today, and she knew it. Weirder was, just yesterday she had been in an oddly great mood. Not kind, but she didn't snap at anybody, and only made a few sarcastic, but not mean or rude remarks.

Her parents had been let out of jail, and she was going to have been able to go to see them. But that had been ruined just this morning. She didn't know what had happened, but they had gone straight back to jail, along with her two eldest brothers. And her twins' feelings of anger and hate only fueled her more. It also added to confusion and sadness, as she didn't know what happened, and it upset her she wouldn't be able to see her parents again.

She hit a note that she had forgotten to tune, causing a rift in the song. It caused a pause, and she opened her wet red eyes, before closing them again as she tried to tune her guitar. She'd been crying. The others didn't know. That's why she had refused to come out of her room.

Braxton simply leaned against the counter and watched her, a frown tugging against his lips. He couldn't see her face, but he could still tell something was up. Her shoulders were tensed and tightened (he didn't know anything about playing guitar so he didn't count it out that that just might be how you play). When she hit the wrong note he jumped, snapping out of his little daze. His eyes watched her as she simply sat there and tried to tune her guitar.

He straighted back out and took a step back to leave, but something stopped him. Braxton didn't feel like he could leave her like that, especially after this morning. But he could pick up on her emotions from where he stood and it was obviously she was distraught about something. It was strong too so he had to focus on keeping his cool. Getting upset for no reason wouldn't help either of them. Taking a deep breath he quietly made his way into the living room, stopping a couple feet away.

"Uh, did you write that?" He asked, voice cracking as if he hadn't used it all day out of nerves, "It sounded good."

Micky hadn't noticed Braxton. usually, she might have noticed if somebody came in. She was simply aware of her surroundings more than most people. But not when she was like this. When she heard a voice she immediately turned her head, moving her guitar, ready to throw something if need be. But, besides her guitar, their was only the pillows and the remote. That wouldn't do anything, if anything, it would just make her look stupid.

"How long have you been there?" It was more of a demand than a question. Where the he** had he come from, danggit! She completely forgot that her eyes and cheeks were still wet, small, salty streaks against her tan skin from it. She ignored the compliment and the question. Actually, she had barely heard it. She was more focused on the fact Braxton had been able to get closer to her without her even knowing he had been there in the first place!

"Whoa," Braxton said, taking a step back and raising his hands in defense. "It's just me; put the guitar down."

He watched her carefully, knowing right now he should just go along with what she was asking. She was vulnerable and angry; not a good combination for Micky. It would mean sever consequences for him if he tried anything, not that he would anyways.

"Not long, only a couple minutes." He told her, but his slightly panicked look disappeared only to be replaced by a worried one. He had noticed the tear stains on her face and red eyes. For some reason the idea of Micky crying had always seemed inpossible to him; she was so tough.

"Hey," He asked softly, blue eyes looking into hers. "Are you okay?"

When Braxton stepped back, Micky set her guitar down on the couch. She wouldn't have hit him with it anyways, it could damage her guitar. When he said he had only been there a couple a minutes, she relaxed slightly. So, it wasn't like he had been there for too long without her knowing. If he had, than she would have been furious. More at herself than at him. Though, it would have been directed at him, and even she knew that.

When he asked if she was okay, she quickly tensed back up again and glare.

"I'm fine," she responded, her voice cold and harsh.

Braxton could tell he was walking on thin ice, and usually he would press her. No one would except Kaldur, actually, since he seemed to be the only one who could get away with it. But he wasn't going to do that tonight, it didn't feel right to him.

"No you're not." He replied, eyebrows raising slightly with a calm look. "I'm an empath, remember? I know these sort of things."

Braxton lowered his arms to his sides, but stayed where he is. "Look Micky I know it's not my place... But we're teammates. If something's affecting you it affects all of us. Besides, it's not good to bottle it up."

He carefully walked around her, then sat down on the couch and looked up at her expectantly. "You don't have to talk, but I'm willing to listen."

Micky crossed her arms as she watched Braxton, listening. She scowled when he reminded her that he was an empath.

"I know that. And I hate it. I already have one person knowing how I feel nomatter what, and I sure as he** don't need another," she growled. It bothered her to no end, to know that Braxton knew what she was feeling. But her biggest question was, had he told anybody else?

"Alright, so, you know what I'm feeling. Have you told anybody, or no?" She felt she had to know if he did or didn't.

Braxton could feel himself grow annoyed, but it wasn't his own feeling, it was hers. He pushed it away though, not wanting to feed off of hers and get himself in trouble. He didn't even wince at her words, figuring she'd say something like that. When Micky got defensive she got mean; he had figured that out from previous experiences.

"Trust me, it's not a joy ride for me either." He replied with a sigh. At her second comment though, his eyes widened slightly.

"I'd never tell anyone," Braxton told her, voice sounding mildly shocked at the accusation. "It no one else's buisness, let alone mine. I just don't have much of a choice."

At his answer, Micky sat down on the couch. So, he hadn't told anybody? That was good.

"Well...Good," she mumbled. She wasn't the type to usually thank people. That meant being nice. She didn't want to be nice. Not to the Leaguers and Young Justice, at the least. She would occasionally be nice to the girls, sometimes. And she had this sort of sarcastic humor going on with Superboy and Artemis, so she didn't fight often with them. But, she was nice when with Aqualad when it was just the two of them. If the others were around, but so was Kaldur, she would be decent. Not nice, but not too mean.

"Why do you care?" She asked suddenly. "You don't have a choice in knowing how we feel. But why do you care about the reason?"

Braxton simply shrugged, not really knowing the answer himself. Was it wrong to just worry about people?

"Just because I don't have a choice doesn't mean you do." He replied. "Sometimes things just happen in life and the emotions hit you like a brick wall. That might be how it is for you or not, I don't know. All I know is no one should keep it in, nothing good ever comes from it."

He looked over at her carefully. "I'm not a bad guy, Micky. Or atleast I don't think so, you may have a different perspective. All I know is that you need to get something off your chest--even if you won't admit it."

"Yea, well nothing good comes from letting it out. At least, not in my experiences," Micky sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest, staring at the blank tv screen. It was weird to her. Being with Braxton, but not yelling at him. Well, it could be weirder. She could be with Wally instead. Though him, she might try to kill. No, not kill. Just maim, or seriously injure.

"Define bad, and I'll tell you if I think your a bad guy or not," it was rhetorical. She didn't think he was a bad guy. She just didn't like him. But, she didn't like many people.

"And why should i even tell you anything? I don't like you, and I'm sure with what I've said and done, you don't like me." That was more of her just suspecting.

Braxton didn't really know what to say to that. He could tell her it might be different, but even to him the reason sounded weak. It was obvious she didn't trust them, the whole team knew that. That's just how it was. They all treaded carefully around her minus maybe Artemis and Kaldur, but everyone made it their goal to not make her mad. No wonder she didn't like them, none of them really tried to establish a relationship.

His lip quirked slightly at what he figured was a joke, but it vanished as quick as it had come.

"Ouch?" He mumbled quietly, but then shook his head quickly. "That's not true. I like you well enough, I just don't know you. None of us do. All you show us is the hard, sarcastic, tough outer shell of yours."

His eyes wandered to the tear stains again. "But it's obvious that's not all of you. you hide behind it. I wouldn't mind seeing the real Micky for once."

When she noticed Braxton's eyes wander, Micky looked away. She hated people seeing her crying, or, that she had been.

"It's me, through and through. I don't know what you're expecting. Some sweet, loving girl who doesn't have a care in the world but to make other people happy, get married, have children, and someday die peacefully in her sleep? I don't know what your expecting, but that sure aint me. People like that have a heart, and I've been told plenty enough I don't. And honestly, I don't care," she said defensively. Though she was wrong on one part for sure. To cry from emotion, instead of physical pain, you had to have a heart. She didn't really think of that, though.

Braxton knew he had been caught when she looked away and instantly felt a little guilty about it. He should've known she'd react like that.

"No, I wasn't." Braxton said, a small almost invisible smirk appearing for a moment. "Not at all, actually. You're not that type of girl. Heck, the only girl I know like that is M'gann and that's just barely."

Braxton's eyes locked on hers, or atleast attempted. "But you do have a heart, Micky. Don't say something like that. To be crying you kind of have to."

If Micky had been in a better mood, she might have found what braxton said funny. It was true. M'gann was the sweetest girl she'd ever met. Not even Micky liked being harsh to her. Well, not all the time. M'Gann didn't get mean comments from her, just sarcastic. But at his second comment, Micky looked over at him.

"I don't know what you want me to say," she admitted.

"Say what i'm feeling? I don't even know how that's possible."

Braxton shrugged. "Well, why don't you start with someting simple?"

He shifted his body so he was facing her more, eyes looking into hers. "Tell me what's wrong."

Micky bit her lip, hesitant to say or not. Well, Kaldur knew about her family. She'd basically told him everything. She trusted him.

"It's, well, my family. My brothers and parents. And the League."

Braxton knew it'd be tough to get her to spill it all, but he would be patient. He was beyond lucky to get this far as it was, he wasn't going to pressure her.

"What about you is bothering them?" He asked carefully. "Homesickness?"

Micky gave a small, dry laugh.

"In a way, yea. Guess I am homesick. But it doesn't really matter if I go home. The house'll be empty," she told him, turning her face back to the blank tv screen. She shivered, cold. She pulled the blanket around herself.

Braxton's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did she mean?

"What do you mean?" He asked in confusion, watching as she shivered.

Micky was quiet again.

"What do you think of family members that have jail records?" However, the way she asked made it seem she was simply trying to change the subject, not imply anything about her own family.

"Like parents, siblings, cousins, etcetera."

Braxton shrugged, taking a moment to think about it. No one in his family had ever been to jail, except his uncle had to stay over night once for disturbing the peace or something. It always seemed like a bad way to go, but he had never known anyone that had.

"Honestly, it all depends on what they did." Braxton replied. "Sometimes it's just unfortunate timing, but the people who do real bad stuff..."

He shook his head. "I won't judge unless I know them." His eyes looked back at her, curiously. "Why?"

Braxton had known about her being in juvy, it's how she got here in the first place. He hadn't known about her family, but sadly it hadn't been much of a surprise. He had guessed from the question.

Braxton didn't understand what she meant by doubled, but for now he decided not to ask. He knew what was coming next by the way she was acting, but he had to ask.

"..So why didn't you go?"

Braxton suppressed a wince as she began talking, feeling the raw emotion pouring out of her. He knew she was being truthful, he could feel it. All of this made him sad. She was just fourteen, that's way to young to have to watch your family be locked up and fend for yourself.

"You don't deserve that." He told her. "No one does. I don't know your family, but it sounds like they don't treat you the way they should, Micky. You deserve more."

Micky winced at what Braxton said, "you're right. You don't no my family. And they're not bad people. Well, a few of them are. We're wicked people, all of us. And we know it." She sighed, looking over at him.

"You know what they say though, they're aint no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good," she said, quoting lyrics of a song.

"I have less than a month left here, then I can go home. But, I don't know if there will be anything left to go to. Mikey actually goes to school, but he gets put in juvie all the time, too."

"And how do you know I deserve more? I want to know what I've ever done to deserve something good."

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