Hey guys! :D I don't know if you watched the season finale for Vixen but I really wanted to do something based off of her agreement to call the Flash and Arrow in case she was in a bunch. Even though the series was rather short it was still badass :) Let's cross our fingers and hope she appears in live action. Please review!
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Warning: Around Season 2 of The Flash (WHICH IS COMING OUT NEXT WEEK ALL MY GOSH!). Slight spoilers to season finale of Vixen. And it is from Mari's POV.
I had to begrudgingly agree to what the Arrow warned me about; being a vigilante was hard. And the pain in my arm proved it. While stopping a bank robbery I had been shot in the arm by one of the robbers before I managed to throw a chair at him in order to knock him out (it later occurred to me it was a pretty stupid idea to throw a chair at him; should have done something less violent).
To make matters worse I barely had time to fly up through the skylight before the cops showed up. They really did not seem to fond of me which made me a bit annoyed since that put me with more similarity to the Arrow than the Flash (who supposedly had a good record with the cops in Central City). It kind of made sense since I did put quite a few criminals into the hospital with broken limbs and/or on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I have been trying to cut down on it but it was difficult.
"Do I honestly have to look forward to pulling a bullet out of your arm every time you come home at two o' clock in the morning?" my adoptive father Chuck yawned as he straightened my arm out to examine the wound which was slowly oozing blood.
I had to dump water on his head to wake him up out of his sound sleep when I got home. This in turn made him sit up sputtering and begging the Arrow not to shoot him with an...well...an arrow before he realized it was me and not a guy who liked shooting arrows into people who 'failed' their city.
"Unfortunately..." I muttered, "Sorry...dad"
I winced as I felt the bullet come out of my arm. I thought it better not to scream as it might wake up all the neighbors like the last time I had come home with an injury. Chuck plunked it down on a small plate and started wrapping my arm up with a piece of cloth. I really needed to start building a souvenir box with all the junk I had collected (painfully and non-painfully) since I started being the vigilante Vixen.
"You are lucky it did not hit a major artery..." Chuck sighed stepping back, "I'd love to explain why the Motor City vigilante somehow showed up on my doorstep bleeding."
If he were to one having to explain then I was screwed. Chuck was a horrible liar.
"I have a bad feeling you would be stammering worse than the Flash..." I smirked.
I recalled when the Scarlet Speedster had given my codename: Vixen. He said someone by the name of Cisco gave me that nickname and immediately started blabbering about how he didn't know a person name Cisco and if he did that he would give me that name; etc. Put it this way, it was so funny I had to bite my lip to avoid laughing out loud in order to make the two continue to take me seriously. Hell...I even threatened to disembowel them if they came around my house again (which did not work since they came anyway which made me realize later that that threat was pretty stupid because a) they probably had to deal with that type of threat everyday and b)nothing really seemed to scare them).
"I am going to have nightmares about that the rest of my life..." Chuck shuttered setting the tweezers down besides the bullet, "When I opened that door to those two vigilantes I was on the verge of fainting. What I can't understand is why they let you go."
He more likely stared at them wide eyed...
"I asked them to give me a chance to try this out without help," I sighed rubbing my arm gingerly, "And after I have broken three ribs, my arm five times, my leg two times, a minor concussion, getting shot ten times and being skewered by a piece of wood over a course of ten months I am actually regretting I did not take their offer."
Yep...I just admitted that. Get over it whoever is reading this. I can still be stubborn and defiant when I want to be.
"You mean the Flash's offer...you know the Arrow is dead right?" Chuck said.
Oh right...he died after being stabbed in prison (for crying out loud did the prison system even check prisoners for weapons!?). But apparently there was a new Arrow calling himself the Green Arrow who had recently been stopping crime in Starling (now called Star city in memory of some guy named Ray Palmer who died in an explosion months prior). I wondered if they were the same guy. I mean seriously...how original is name Green Arrow?
"Yeah...," I frowned, "If the guy was not such a jerk I would actually feel sorry for him. And the Flash...well...I don't know about him. He seems to joke a lot and not take things seriously. And then there was the manner of him barely being able to stop that giant wormhole on top of Central City six months prier."
But secretly I was actually a little afraid of him (and if you tell him or Chuck I will hunt you down). He had almost caught me several times when he and Arrow were chasing me months ago. It had taken a lot to shake him off my trail even after I backhanded him (I will admit I stopped to make sure he was not too seriously hurt) and used the agility of a tiger to avoid him. And then came the manner of how fast he had taken off after he admitted kissing (or a least I assumed) the Arrow's girlfriend Felicity. I swear heard him break the sound barrier when he fled. I really couldn't blame him; the Arrow sounded pretty pissed off when he questioned his colleague about it.
"The people in Central City don't seem to mind..." my adoptive father smirked reminding me of the rally the city had held for Flash a couple days ago.
I shrugged and got to my feet. The room swam around in front of my eyes but I managed to fake that I was fine. The last thing I needed was for 'dad' to call 911 and get all sappy over me.
"I better get to bed..." I yawned, "Work tomorrow."
Believe it or not I finally got a job (even after my employer heard about the whole 'stabbing the jerk in the hand with a pen story).
"Goodnight sweetie..." Chuck smiled
"Goodnight dad..." I muttered as I walked up the stairs.
I barely had time to get the 'brown leotard' (as the Arrow called it and it took a lot of will power not to jump down, walk over, and smack him when he said that) off before I fell face down on the bed and immediately started snoring.
Little did I know that things were going to go from bad...to worse.
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!
I stuck my hand out from under the covers and groped for the alarm before I managed to turn it off. I lay there for a minute and groaned. I really did not want to get up. But unless I wanted to be fired I had to.
"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"
I scowled and threw the covers off; annoyed that the alarm was still on. I made a fist preparing to smash the alarm (even though this was the fifth alarm I had gone through) if necessary but discovered it was already unarmed. That was when I realized it was my door being knocked on.
"Open the door Mari!"
I grumbled but shrugged my jacket on in a last ditch effort to hide my slightly blood-stained bandage before opening the door a crack.
"What do you want Kate?" I asked stifling a yawn.
A couple of weeks after my talk with the Arrow and Flash I had finally gotten a job as a fashion designer. While there I had befriended another lady named Katie (which took a lot of effort considering I really did not get along with many people). Fortunately we both got along enough to work together. Recently we had been working on a dress but never found out if the producers liked it or not. It had been several weeks and we had both grown worried. Did they like it or did they not like it? They would send a letter stating both results but so far we had no response.
"To tell you that our drawing of the dress was chosen to be published..." my friend replied with a grin.
Yeah right...that was just like saying I had accepted the Arrow and the Flash's offer to train me (which I did not).
"You better not be pulling on my foot..." I said sarcastically.
I opened the door wider to allow my friend into my bedroom.
"I'm not!" she snorted and pulled out a small envelope, "Check it."
I glanced down and found to my surprise that she was right.
"Look on the bright side Mari...you finally have a dress that will match that cute necklace of yours..." she smirked.
Get this in case you have not already gotten it: My friend does not know what my necklace can do; period. If she did she'd probably kill me and then bring me back to life and ask for my autograph.
"I'm not going to wear a dress..." I growled.
I despise dresses with a passion (which was ironic considering I am a fashion designer). I preferred jeans, legging pants, jackets(cotton or leather), boots and/or long sleeve T-shirts.
"And the best part is the man who is interested in buying the design lives in Central City," Kate beamed.
I have no idea what the look on my face was but the next thing I knew was waking up to ice cold water being dumped on me. I coughed and spat water out like a fountain before I managed to get my bearings. I was on the floor of my bedroom surrounded by a puddle of water. Kate was standing over me holding a small empty bucket that was dripping slightly.
"You fainted..." she deadpanned.
"Thanks..." I said sarcastically while getting to my feet, "Like the ice cold water bath did not explain it already."
Chuck was going to kill me for this.
"I'm hoping it was from excitement..." she continued setting the bucket down, "Because your face turned pale and frightened before you keeled over."
"It is..." I swallowed hard before lying, "From excitement."
Thank God my friend was kind of dense. She took the lie to be the truth.
"Good..." she beamed, "Because we will be leaving...today. Get packing while I go tell Chuck."
She left me standing in the middle of my bedroom surrounded by a puddle of water with the liquid dripping from my hair. It took a while for the words to settle in and take meaning. If I went to Central City either I would have a good time or the Flash might show up and offer to help train me again; worst part is I might say yes.
So I said the first logical word that came to mind as I sat down on the bed and buried my face in my hands, "Crap."
How is that for a start? :) I will add more chapters don't worry :) Please R&R!