“I told Du Robin.”
They looked to find Death standing with Andrew in the doorway.
“You are alright.”
“How'd Du know?” Robin asked.
“I serve the higher authority. I know these things.”
“Higher authority? Who is your higher authority?” Wally asked
“None of your buisness,” Death said. But her eyes looked towards Robin before glancing away. She gave a small bow when there was a single nod. “On the other hand...my work is done, Master.”
“Here.”
Becca pulled a few gems out of her pocket, walking over to Death and Andrew.
“Becca is your higher authority?!”
“Yes. She is my master and we both serve her. There are certain things about her that Du can not know. But Becca is indeed my master and I live my life to serve her.
“Here is your payment, Death. Andrew. Thank Du for being my inside source.”
“Most welcome master. Now we must go. Call us again. This was quite fun.”
“Will do. See ya later.”

Recognized: Shade B013, Excalibur B024, Devin B09, X-Treme B011.
The computer announced the girls' arrival in the middle of training and Black Canary looked surprised; they had not been expected. Erin talked first as they entered from the Zeta beam.
“X-Treme B011 upgrade; Volare.”
Becca led the group in, stopping in front of the team. Her arms were crossed but a devious smirk lit her face. Which could have meant trouble.
“We want to speak with Batman,”she said.
“And now,” Jade added.
“No hello?” Robin asked with a grin.
Becca rolled her eyes, pecked his lips, and spoke.
“Hello. Batman, now.”
Becca released him and he ran off to find his mentor.
“I swear. One of theses days he's going to get it,” Becca sagte to Devin.
“Your just as bad as he is,” Erin pointed out.
“I didn't mean he's going to get in trouble.”
“Oh boy. Sorry folks,” Erin sagte in a “reporter's” voice. “We interrupt this program for a very important update. Becca has Robin on the brain so she may be slightly off.”
Becca laughed but pushed Erin away. Batman strode into the room, Robin following behind, and she straightened up, smile still in place.
“Robin sagte Du wanted to speak with me.”
It was a statement, not a question. Becca answered just the same.
“Yes. We've talked it over and the four of us want to start our own team.”
Batman quirked an eyebrow while the others stared.
“You want your own team.”
Another statement.
“Correct. The four of us have grown quite close but we've also learned a lot from each other. I, for one, have learned that teamwork can not only change Du but the circumstances of a mission.”
“And I learned that eventually every detail will come into play so Du must watch everything very closely,” Devin added.
“I learned that Du can never guess the outcome of a situation,” Jade admitted. “Everything can change.”
“And I learned that, if Du need a partner, Becca's probably the best choice.”
Erin leaned her arm against Becca's shoulder as she spoke and all four girls looked up with confidence at the Dark Knight.
“And the one thing all of us learned was this: it doesn't matter what other people say; if Du believe in it with your whole herz no one can stop you. Not even Batman.”
There was a small gasp as Becca stood before Batman, eyes locked on his. Neither looked away and Becca took his bat-glare head on. No one had the guts to do that; no one except Robin would dare do that. But Becca was staring him down looking as relaxed as a cat in the sun. Finally, the Dark Knight answered in his gruff tone.
“Finding a place to put Du shouldn't be hard.”
“We also want to choose our own trainer and höhle, den mother.”
“Who did Du have in mind?”
“We want the Flash to train us.”
“That'll be a challenge,” Wally spoke up.
“A challenge worth taking, Kid. We also decided that we want Hawkgirl as our höhle, den mother.”
“I'll recommend them for you.”
A smile broke on Becca's face as she turned to her girls and they cheered excitedly. It was then that Becca started shaking; staring down the Batman was harder than she had realized. While the rest of Young Justice joined in, Batman took his protege aside.
“Don't let this one go; she's becoming too valuable,” he warned.
Robin let loose his famous cackle and saluted playfully.
“No problem sir.”
Batman smirked down at him.
“Brat.”
But it was sagte with the shrouded tenderness only Batman could pull off.