I was made a Justice League member for life. I only lived out part of my life on the Watchtower.
But even though I'm not there, not fighting, am I still a member of the Justice League?
...No. Of course I'm not. Technically, I am, but I'm nothing to them anymore. I can't help them do anything. I want to help them, to aid them, but I can't. I want that feeling of power in my heart, the feeling of strength in numbers. I wanted to feel unity again. When I was with the Justice League, I was never alone. Now, I'm just one person among 5 billion.
Don't ask them what they think of me. Please don't. They'll tell you that, though I wasn't there for long, I made a difference. Truth is, I didn't really. I fought one villain. One! One, compared to hundreds! And that same villain is being taken care of by a nurse, just like I am, right now! We're both totally useless!
I did nothing. I only temporarily halted a flow of endless crimes. No matter how long or how hard we fight, they'll never stop. We'll never achieve victory, because they just won't stop coming. If we kill them (which we don't do), they'll spawn some more. There's no point. We're engaging a war on the villain's home world, where, when their blood touches the ground, more are grown from the other's remains.
Us heroes? You can easily run out of us. We're limited supply. It takes a special kind of person to go out and fight the bad people, and there's only some many of those special people on this world. But deep down? Everyone's a bad person. Even Superman.
Yeah, I know. I'm pessimistic and cynical. I'm, frankly, depressing and saddening. It's torment to listen to my thoughts. I know that's what's going through your mind, even though I can't read your thoughts. Well, ever think that I don't want my thoughts heard, my life story published? I'm just a useless creature now. Why bother with me?
I'm not going to get you out of my head, am I?
No? Didn't think so.
Fine.
My name is Werewolf. I know, it sounds stupid, but there's a reason they call me that. And I'm not telling you my real name, so forget about it. I haven't told anyone my real name. I've been nicknamed "Moxie." I guess that's what you'll refer to me by.
I didn't work for my power, and I wasn't born with it either. I was given it at the age of 15. My mother was poor, so she sold me to a lab for a thousand dollars. She told me that she'd send someone to get me back, but no one ever came.
I won't tell you the whole thing, but the end result of the experiment (called Γύρνα,' the Greek word for "turn around," pronounced 'Yur-na') is kind of easy to grasp. It's a bit confusing, so I'll use an example. Someone punches me. A little machine inside my body captures the force of it and converts it to strength for me to use. I then punch the person who punched me, with not only all the force he punched me with but with my strength added. Whatever someone hits me with, I send it right back at 'em. I can do the same with bullets, as they don't pierce my skin. I don't know if it has limits, but I'm done some pretty amazing things with my power.
And, because of that power, I was in the Justice League. I was in it for a year. And this is how it went.
