Young Justice

"Doesn't really show where she went."

"So this is a dead end, then," Olympian says.

"Let the boy detective do his work. The rest of us are just here to hit stuff and look pretty," Star-Girl says.

"How reassuring..."

"If I had something personal of Dove's then I could probably use it to track her by scent if I turn into a dog.", Logan suggested.

"She might have something back at the base" Shadow said "But I have a feeling she doesn't want to be found."

"Told ya so," Star-Girl says, throwing her staff over her shoulders.

Olympian begins to leave for the javelin without a word.

Logan shrugs. "If you say so!"

"Still think she needs our help" Shadow said heading back to the jet

"Right.  Well you let me know what you have a plan to help her," Star says, taking a seat on the jet.

"Plans are virtually meaningless," Olympian adds. "War history indicates that no plan ever survives contact with the enemy anyway. Most of the more famous battles were won by-"

"Don't care, hockey mask," Star says.

Mischief makes her way onto the jet and spins around in her seat.

"No plan" Shadow said taking off when the others were on board. "We don't know where she is or why she hasn't returned. I'm guessing it's because she's trying to find her partner."

"Well... again... I COULD'VE tracked her scent... Ya know... 'Cause I CAN...", Logan mutters to himself in the back of the jet.

"Well if she's dead, then her scent would be really different now, wouldn't it, dog nose?" Mischief adds with a chipper smile as she spins around in her chair.

"Well, then, we'd know if she was dead then in that case, wouldn't we, bozo?", Logan chirps and mimics her tone. "I mean, yeah, fine, let's say she's dead! Maybe there's STILL a scent trail left of her BEFORE she got the axe. Or bullet. Or food poisoning. Hey, it still happens!"

"Would you two grow up?" Star says from the front.

Mischief stops spinning. "Grow up? Our ranks consist of a thief, a conditional sociopath, the son of a super villain, a pyro, and whatever the hay Little Miss Broods-a-Lot's watch credential is," she says.

"...Ex-Super Villain," Star-Girl says.

Olympian stares through the window.

"Speaking of the pyro, anybody heard from him lately?" Shadow said

"Nope," Mischief says.

"Don't really care," Olympian adds.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Star chimes in.

"So nobody cares about the innocents he may be putting in danger" Shadow said "okay then."

"Nope!" Mischief says.

"Not really, no," Olympian adds.

Star-Girl simply pauses for a moment, looking down at that and sighs. "Yeah sure. Fine. What do you wanna do about it?"

"Find him and bring him in" Shadow said "will probably be easier to find him than Dove, just have to watch the news."

"Whatever," Star says, leaning back in her seat. "Just let me know when you find somethin."

"Aww! She DOES have a heart!" Mischief teases.

"Which is more than I can say for you" Shadow says landing back at the base.

"Yup. But y'all love me anyway," Mischief says.

"I need an aspirin," Star says.

"Get in line," Olympian adds.

Shadow sighed heading into the base.

Mischief cartwheels into the base after him. Olympian likewise walks inside with Star-Girl flying in past all of them.

"Have fun searching for the psycho!" Mischief says, rolling onto her feet.

"Did the clown just call someone else a psychotic?" Robin asks as he walks by them in the base on his way to the monitor room.

"Is she wrong, though? Think about it. Takes one to know one."

"Well... I guess there's some truth in that," Robin says.