Inevitable Tide
Characters:
Remille Prince (Macaw)
Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)
Rex Stewart (War Hawk)
Terry McGinnis (Batman)
Virgil Hawkins (Static Shock)
Bruce Wayne (oldBatman)
Summary: During a seemingly normal robbery Rem, daughter of Wonder Woman, gets shoved into the future. The previous league she's known gone, she finds a new one in its place. Struggling to find a way back, she tries to avoid crazy suitors, and a man she had hoped not to see alive still.
Chapter One
Engine roaring; the bike tore across the highway and roamed through traffic, occasionally receiving honks and fingers. Every time she would contemplate slowing her pace she would be reminded by her beeping and vibrating phone that she was really needed. Finally her exit loomed ahead and taken by surprise she pushed her little blue Softtail to the side toward the slow lane. Shoving herself in the tight space she ignored the horn and veered on the ramp occasionally running in the grass.
She had been at home typing up an essay when she had received the tell-tale text with one simple broken up phrase. Tanner Museum- Rob-now. Instantaneously Remille had snapped her laptop shut and changed before leaping on her bike and revving away. Her helmet sat tight on her head and displaced her mane of hair that flew behind her like a flag.
The red brick immediately stood out against the cool metal surrounding it. In small, unassuming letters 'Tanner Museum' sat above the ornate doors. Although it usually retained the calm and dull appearance the flickering lights from the cop cars disturbed the aura about it.
Remille drove her bike through the tape and ignored the shouting orders from the officers. She took off her helmet and shook out her hair before wrangling it up in a tail.
One take at her two-piece spandex suit and the cops left her alone. He royal blue suit had double yellow stripes extending down to her light blue boots. Through the crowd of police blue Remille recognized her mother's suit in seconds. Wonder Woman, in the time she had been away from the island, had become famous. The only way anyone recognized Remille was beside her mother.
Remille Prince was Macaw, official league member and daughter to Diana; or as many more knew, Wonder Woman. Her mother really was a wonder. Although she was graying and gaining crow's feet she still wore her revealing suit. Men still salivated over her, and much to her disapproval, had posters in teenage boy's rooms.
Not as busty as her mother, not that she wanted to be, she covered more. She wore a top that sat above her belly button and had a neckline that dove low enough to show a vague amount of cleavage.
Rem shoved passed a cop demanding her id and walked up to her mother. "Robbery?"
"Yeah!" Her mom frowned and turned in the direction of her daughter. "That you're bike."
Spinning around she saw a cop lead the bike away. "Hey!" The man spun and she placed her hands on her hips. "That's mine! I'm with the Justice League, so just get your hands off it! That's right…back away buddy."
Satisfied she wasn't losing her bike she turned back to her mom. "Really these idiots have seen me how many times?"
"Give them some slack, they're just men." Her mother quirked her lip up her lip slightly; in work mode did little more. "Robbery, silent alarms caught the buggar. Nobody entered yet. Chief says cameras caught them smashing in a back wall."
"A super, that's why nobody's rushed in," Remille smirked crunching her fist in her hand. "We can handle this."
Her mother gave a genuine smile. "Want fly to the entrance."
Rem frowned unhappy her mom was bringing up the situation again. She could jump up pretty high but for whatever reason gravity always caught up with her and sent her hurtling back to the ground.
"Much appreciated mommy dearest. I'll get the back and meet up with you in the middle." She kicked off the ground and leapt clear over the building to the smashed end side. She crept carefully over the bricks and rubble. All seemed quiet but she knew trouble had a funny way of rearing its head at the worst of times.
The plaster still clouded her vision and she waved the cloud trying to dislodge some from her way. Something crunched under her boots but she didn't stop to see what it was. She continued on passing up a hallway with an illuminating bathroom sign hanging outward.
She continued onward and located the pre-historical room filled with the bones of creatures long gone. She only stayed in the room a second, studying the shadows and scanned the area. She heard nothing but the sound of her own breath. Continuing she wandered by a room labeled Native American artifacts.
Dull clay pots painted earthly colors, and sticks with pointed ends met her and she casually scanned the room before continuing onward through the adjacent room. There was a mural of a village on the wall; making it PG they had painted shirts on the women. She continued on casually glancing at the unfamiliar faces staring back as a sense of dread rose steadily in her.
She spun back around catching a flitting shadow. Leaping up in the air she flipped and landed a few feet in front of the intruder. Seeing their exit blocked they squealed to a stop landing toe to toe with the girl.
"Hello," Rem told him keeping a relaxed face. "The museums closed now, you can try again in the morning."
The man stood a head taller but he was gangly and thin. His arms however seemed to hang unnaturally off him. "I was just looking for something." He told her, a dangerous smile played on his lips and she had just a hint of time before leaping out of the way.
His hand molded instantly into a hammer and he swung it growling when it missed. His left hand changed as well into a ball ending in sharp spikes. He smiled. "There's someone interested in meeting you."
"As flattered as I am…" Rem began but stopped as she ducked forward nearly receiving a close haircut. "…Tell them I don't do blind dates."
"I'm afraid he isn't going to accept that answer." The man snapped stretching his hand out and wrapping it around her waist. He snapped his arm back rolling her and tangling her in his expansive arms. "Now will you keep still?"
He squeezed tighter compressing her ribs. Casually watching her squirm and kick at the air he smirked finding her strain humorous. He squeezed tighter making her scream in the pain.
She managed to plant her feet on the ground and throwing her weight forward, launched the lanky man in the air. She jerked back and yanked out of his grasp. She watched his arms unravel from around her and him land on table full of old looking, expensive pottery.
The man crawled up through the shards of the clay and ignored the cracking of the already broken table. He stood up and his brows curved dangerously down. "I'm being paid a large amount to bring back a little girl. You are coming back with me whether you like it or not."
"Sorry I don't follow instructions well. Especially by someone who is attacking me." Rem lowered her hand and fingered her belt.
The man growled throwing his am back and catching a hold of a glass display and threw it forward. Rem ducked down and it landed a few feet away from her landing on the ground and cascading glass everywhere. Rem tugged her hand away from her belt knowing there would be nothing there to help her from the rebounding glass. She ducked her head down and covered it with her bare arms. She felt the glass bite into her skin and bit her lip not wanting to satisfy him again by screaming. Although it was merely spandex her suit withheld the barrage of shards protecting the rest of her body.
Finally the glass stopped showering her. Before she could prepare herself however, the man's arms wrapped around her and tugged her backward, knocking her off balance. Before she could wrestle her arms free they wound tighter his hand snaking down and wrapping around her legs. His second hand bent down and pressed the center of his weird metallic belt. A light beamed out from it and formed a swirling light a few feet away from her.
He stepped forward and shoved her through. She anticipated to hit something hard but she rushed through. Although a force tugged her through the man's arm kept her anchored to the world behind her. He began unwinding his arms first allowing her feet to dangle. Then released her arm. Before she was dragged completely in she recognized her mother rushing toward the lanky man. She fought the force trying to propel herself out, but being flight impaired she only pushed a fraction forward before she was dragged back hurtling through the portal.
-Justice League-
An eerie full moon illuminated the busy night. On the bank's roof next to the copter pad, a man hunched, his hands resting crossed on his thighs. He was covered in armor; his wings even made from a harder metal.
He threw out his wings and positioned them in front of him blocking the cool fall breeze.
"Can it get any duller?" It appeared he was talking to no one but seconds later static was heard over a head set hidden in his helmet.
"Look, I'm not having any fun either but a threat was written that we can't ignore." Terry McGinnis, the replacement Batman, told his friend. "Besides Hawk, they're some nice women wondering around the streets on your end of the city. I just have drunken homeless men."
War Hawk, or Rex Stewart as he was formally known as, grinned and rose up glancing down. "Would Dana be happy if she heard that?"
There was a burst of static as Terry half chuckled. "I don't respond to her, I can say and do what I please." Then a second later. "Just don't tell her I said that."
"How assertive Mr. Bigshot." Virgil Hawkins, or Static Shock as he was called in his suit, chuckled. Through the link they heard him drop a heay metal object.
Rex chuckled. "Like you can say much, you're wife orders you around much worse."
"Tell you what bird boy," The veteran chuckled. "When you find a girl I'll return the observation; unless you prefer guys."
"That may be ok for others, but I prefer a girl."
Gotham loomed beneath him. The bright lights from clubs vibrant and eye catching, and the rotund monorail extended off into the horizon where it would meet up with another city, state, or nation.
Even with the huge leaps in technology he had been dating with no success. Digitally dating did little, and while actual dates were fun, he often found that she contained few traits he favored.
"Believe me thought…I'm looking." Rex yawned and leaned back on his heels. "I'm only twenty five though and it's not immediately important for me to find someone. Besides the perfect girl isn't going to fall from the sky."
Right as he uttered the final syllable a bright light exploded from behind him. He rose to full height shifting his wings to block the blaze.
"Guys, things just got interesting." He ground out as the wind picked up pushing against him.
"On our way." Terry told him curtly.
Rex didn't respond, just fought to keep his feet firmer on the ground. He began finding himself slipping; pushing loose some of the stone and cracking a few as his feet, still dug down, dragged back.
Squinting into the light he thought he saw something falling though. Finally it popped through the vortex and landed on the ground with an 'oomph' as the light behind her began to close up.
Last second a lanky man popped out landing on his feet behind the winded girl. Not even looking around he chuckled drawing the downed female up by her hair. "Told you I would get you; almost got trapped in your dumb time however. Your mom's a serious bitch."
The girl whipped her hand to her belt and withdrew a cylinder pushing a button it extended metal rods on either side. Twisting the metal staff upward she caught the man's jaw and savagely pounded the staff against it making him fall and spit out blood and teeth.
She stood up tenderly tying her hair back in a loose tail. She glanced around finally catching sight of Rex standing a few feet away.
"Where the hell am I?" She asked herself.
The lanky man groaned, "Gotham." He then covered his mouth with his hand attempting to stop the fresh flow of blood.
She expertly twirled her staff and landed one end lightly on her shoulder. "I've been to Gotham before idiot, but it certainly didn't look like this." Lifting her head she glanced curiously at Rex. "And who are you?"
"War Hawk, I'm with the Justice League." He finally found his tongue and let his eyes rise above her neck to find even her face was beautiful; framed by long black hair. Her blue eyes radiated caution.
Her face calmed however at the mention of the league. "I haven't seen you around the station."
Rex repeated her statement in his head trying to catch the meaning. Growing up his mother had talked about the expansive space station furnished by his own boss. But that had been around a good twenty years back.
"The stations gone." He finally said.
Her eyes widened. "Just last week I visited Shayera up there and sparred."
Rex shrugged. "Hawk Girl's been dead a good eight years and the station blew twenty years ago."
The staff twirled and landed hard on the lanky man's back. He cried out while she crouched down and her lips slanted dangerously. "Where the hell did you take me rubber boy?"
"Hawk!" Static Shock called descending and dropping off his metal disc. The purple electricity still radiated off him. "What's going on? I saw the light!"
Terry landed on the pad the flames from his thrusters extinguishing. He threw a look at the two before turning to Rex and asking a loud. "Who are they?" He watched as she continued to whack the man with her staff.
Rocking on his heels Rex turned his body toward his friend. "I think she's from the past."
Virgil gawfed but Rex shook his head.
"No, she still thought Batsy's station was up and running. She mentioned sparring with my mom; even used her formal name too."
Thinning his eyes into slits Terry frowned. "What do you think?" He asked their leader. Although he didn't join them for outings and butt kicking's he was still a vital member.
"What's her name?" The infamous Bruce Wayne, of Wayne Industries asked his voice dark and thoughtful.
Virgil responded quicker. "Got it." He walked closer allowing the purple haze around him to go down. She noticed the slow purposeful motion and looked up finally noticing the newcomers.
"You have a name?" Virgil asked.
She gave them a careful glance before shifting weight to one hip and saying, "Macaw." She held out her staff and pressed in a button and the two sides snapped back in. She stuffed it in her belt and locked it in with a click.
"No," Wayne audibly frowned. "Her real name, the one her parents gave her."
Virgil rephrased the question. "What's your real name?"
A frown returned to her face and she cocked her head. "Why do you need to know? Anyways I don't feel comfortable-''
"Remille." The lanky man grinned a broken smile rising his head from the concrete. "Her name is Remille."
He started to crawl to his feet but she delivered a round house kick to his stomach doubling him over again. "How the hell do you even know that?" She demanded shrilly.
The man groaned. "My employer told me."
"Well you can tell your employer to stuff it. If he really wanted to meet me then he could have stopped by himself so I could have met him personally."
There was a burst of static and their boss the famous Bruce Wayne hurriedly spoke. "Invite her to the cave. Tell her everything will be explained. Just don't mention my name."
Terry scowled but made the offer. "Here, we'll take you to the league's headquarters. The idiot's been wacked around enough."
"Really?" She questioned. "Let him go? He attacked me at the Tanner, he pushed me in some…swirling light, and bruised my ribs…the little bastard."
"The Tanner?" Rex asked confused.
Rem sighed. "The museum, over in Manhattan. It's one of the oldest buildings there."
Terry shook his head. "That was torn down years ago."
Jerking her glance back at the lanky man she growled, and stepped on his back careful to only bruise some ribs. "Where am I?"
He inhaled quickly at the pressure, when she released some he gasped. "I told you, Gotham."
"Let me rephrase the question. I was in 2010; where am I now?" She dug her toe down and was satisfied when she heard a quiet crunch.
He screamed and panted, "2039."
"So you shoved me thirty years in the future?" She frowned.
"Technically it's twenty nine." He grunted.
She leaned down still balanced on his squirming body. "I was rounding up you jack hole. I know how to subtract perfectly well."
Remille looked up as someone placed a hand on her arm. War Hawk gripped it hard drawing attention away from the injured villain. "He can't help you get back, and beating him to death certainly won't either."
She calmed. "Sorry, I'm usually in control of my emotions…"
Rex shrugged. "It happens to the best of us."
"Where are the headquarters?" she asked clearing her throat. "Are we flying?"
"Only way to get there." Terry grunted.
She cleared her throat. "Well I can't…so what's the procedure now."
Virgil smirked. "Hawk, give her a ride." He motioned Terry up in the sky. "Were taking off now. I'll meet you there."
The two left before any could raise complaints. Rex and Rem were left on the roof. The figure on the ground was now still, but Rem didn't care; she had bigger issues.
"I certainly hope they don't mean carry." She frowned and crossed her arms wincing as they made contact. She jerked them apart and raised her arms; noticing for the first time that there was still glass embedded in them.
"I'm going to have to…you need to be looked at and I'm afraid a cab won't take us there quickly enough." He shrugged.
Rem sighed, "Fine but touch anything inappropriate and I'm pounding you."
"I won't touch you anywhere inappropriate."
"Better not…" She growled.
(A/N- Hey thank you so much for reading. I actually took a lot of time to plan this story out and appreciate the time that you took to read it. If you made it to the end and enjoyed it then please press the review button and review my story. Good or bad give me your opinion my goal is to improve and become a better writer so I'll appreciate the input that you give. I actually have chapter 1-3 written so I'll just drop in a chapter every two weeks. =D So I can catch up and finish on 4. Thanks again!)