Everybody wants to save the world...

It’s been around an hour or two since well that happened and well wherever I am I’m lying on something soft maybe a bed? Wait a bed, what if I’m back in Bat. City!? Or worse in BLI’s headquarters!? I’M A GONER! My eyelids are so heavy they feel like lead bricks and no matter how hard I’ve tried I cannot seem to open them, I’ll have to try again and find out where I am.
“Party Poison!, He’s waking up!” An unfamiliar voice called. I heard rapid footsteps getting closer the person was running, iheard them until I finally managed to open my eyes and I was to busy seeing to focus on hearing as well. I could see this place was way to colourful to be BLI’s headquarters or anywhere in Battery City actually.
“Good you’re awake” Party I’m sure his name was said firmly, he didn’t seem to impressed I was here, even though he was the one to rescue me if that’s what you want to call it.
“Ugh, Where am I?” I asked, which I regretted deeply because the words caught on the back of my throat like sandpaper.
“Outer space” another voice replied before going into fits of hysterics. Oh yeah so funny. He. He. NOT.
“Funny” I snapped causing him to laugh harder.
“Ohhhh someone’s on their period!” He laughed I glared at him, I had an overwhelming urge to stand up and punch him but I fought it off.
“Shut up Ghoul” Party interupted shooting a look of daggers at him, good thing he did cause I would’ve got up and shot real dagger at him.
“Anyway” A man in a wheelchair – the one who had called Party earlier- continued looking annoying at Ghoul said “My name is Dr Deathyfying ot just call me Dr D, Who are you?” He eyed me suspicously as if to say you’re BLI right? I don’t blame them for thinking that actually I would think that too if I was them.
“My name is Tyler...” What’s up with the weird names these guys have? I mean seriously his birth name couldn’t possibly’ve been Dr. Death I mean what parent in the right state of mind would name their child that?
“Got a problem?” Ghoul had suddenly turned really serious and pissy maybe he’s bipolar? I slowly turned to look at him.
“No, no honest... It;s just the names y’know?” I replied I looked at Ghoul then at Party and I expected them to shoot me or threaten me or something but Party was pretty calm about it in fact they all were.
“Yeah we get that a lot from non-Killjoys” Party announced breaking the silence with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Umm... If you don’t mind me asking... Why do you have such different names?” Tyler asked not really sure of how to word the question without it seeming rude or disrespectful.
“So BLI/nd can’t track us” He cut off mid-sentance and glared horribly at me it felt like he looked right into my soul “You’re not with them are you?” He almost hissed his shoulders tense.
“No but I was a citizen of Battery City, well I was until I stopped taking my meds and well I realised that they were brainwashing everyone and draing the emotion, memories and colour out of everyone. I managed to escape the cities walls and get into the desert about a week ago... then you guys know the rest” I finished expecting them to kill me or chase me back to BLI’s headquarters.
“Good job on getting out” Dr. D replied looking very pleased “Not a lot of people can get out alive” He finished his sentance with pride in his voice. God these guys were proud.
“We’re Killjoys, you’ve probably never heard of us BLI try to keep us quiet. We’re their most wanted you’ll 1,000,000 carbons for turning in one of us dead or alive” Party laughed “Like that’ll ever happen” He had so much confidence he’d obviously never been inside the BLI headquarters or at least not very far into it whereas I have been and it’s not a pretty sight.
“Trust me I’ve heard of you how couldn’t I of?” I replied obviously I knew that my mother was a killjoy but obviously they didn’t.
“Well not a lot of people have!” Ghoul snapped back anger tainting his voice. Cheez I didn’t mean to piss Mr. Bipolar off.
“Well sorry obviously you don’t know I just assumed that you did I tend to do that a lot.” I confess I was really bad at socializing in Bat. City it’s just your usual ‘how’s your day?’ ‘Nice weather right?’ and most of the time you don’t even remember it because your high on pills.
“What was it you assumed we knew?” A tall blonde haired man I hadn’t noticed standing in the doorway asked out of curiousity.
“I assumed you knew that my mother was a Killjoy...” My voice trailed off and a very surprised group of Killjoys turned to look at me.

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