This is an OC Wolverine, not the actual one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or Wolverine.
Raphael Yoritomo was sitting on top of his apartment building, legs dangling off the edge. His father was in one of those anger misfits he seemed to always have, and Rafe was tired of being his stress relief. He sighed. Raphael was different from most seven year old kids- he had a special… ability. He wanted to be able to fight crime like his Aunt Dinah did, yet he was the reason his mother had died. He had lost control. Everyone kept telling him it wasn't his fault, yet deep down, he knew something could have controlled it. Rafe was so deep in his thoughts that he never heard the figure behind him until she spoke.
"Out so late?" a female voice asked. Rafe quickly turned around and drew out his claws. Yes, he had claws. His special ability. The woman chuckled, "C'mon, Rafe, it's just me, don't you recognize my voice?"
Rafe smiled. "Aunt Dinah?" The lady stepped out of the shadows.
"Yeah, but it's Black Canary, remember? Don't blurt out my identity for everyone to hear," she smirked. Rafe sighed and withdrew his claws.
"What do you want?"
"I was just passing by, patrolling. Green Arrow was taking too long, so I left him behind."
Rafe grinned. His aunt was one of the only people that made him feel better. Suddenly, there was a crashing sound from inside his apartment.
"What's that?" Black Canary asked.
"Ugh. Just my dad, having a temper tantrum."
"Are you okay?"
Rafe sighed and turned his head away. "It's just… hard… to live a normal life when your dad goes around the house smashing things for no reason."
Black Canary nodded with understanding. "You said he's been doing this for a while?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because the noise just stopped."
It's been five years since Rafe's dad died from breaking through a window. He was living with his aunt and became Black Canary's sidekick, Wolverine. Sorry, partner.
"Rafe, we're going to Ollie's place now, get ready," Dinah shouted from her room.
Rafe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He was dreaming about that night, that night that made everything better yet worse. Then he remembered: today's the day! He got out of bed and changed into black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue hoodie. He combed his hair and gelled it so that it stuck up, got his backpack with his uniform in it, and walked out his room.
"Is Roy going to be there?"
Dinah smiled. "Of course he is, Rafe, and I thought you said you hate him?"
"Well, yeah, but- he- he's not that bad. And he's better than sitting around doing nothing."
"Of course." Dinah rolled her eyes and walked out the front door, Rafe following suit. He got into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt as Dinah started driving.
When they got to Ollie's house, Dinah walked up to the door and before she could ring the doorbell, Ollie opened the door and pulled her in for a hug. Rafe walked in after and said, "So… what are we doing?"
"You and Roy go have fun, me and Dinah are going out," Ollie replied.
"What?! I am not doing anything with this stuck up preteen," Roy sneered.
"Look who's talking," Rafe shot back snidely. "And it's Dinah and I." Ollie stopped and stared.
"What?"
"You said me and Dinah. It's supposed to be Dinah and I. You would think that a billionaire knows his grammar."
Ollie just smiled and shook his head. Roy threw up his hands.
"You see what I mean? I am not hanging out with him or whatever you want us to do!"
Dinah sighed. "Just try not to kill each other, okay?"
Rafe rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever you say." And they walked out the front door. "So… what do you want to do?" he asked again.
"I said I don't want to do anything with you, kid!"
"Hey, I'm only like, three years younger!"
"Three too many…"
"Come on! If Dinah and Ollie get together than we're going to have to cooperate!"
"Key word: If."
Rafe sighed. This guy was just too hard. "You know what? How 'bout we just train in the backyard?" At this Roy smiled. A little too evilly in Rafe's opinion.
"Alright, let's see what you got, wolf boy. And you better not ruin today."
"Same goes for you, Peter Pan."
He glared at Rafe and went to change. Rafe walked to the backyard and pulled out his
retro glasses. Those were his favorite part of his uniform. They were like goggles, but no lense or frame, just a one way mirror. It was rectangular, and strapped to the the back of his head, and had many different functions such as night vision, GPS, target locater, camera, heat tracker, and many others. But most importantly, on both sides of the glasses were earpieces that curled into his ears from the head strap that filtered out his aunt's Canary Cry and could be adjusted to hear things from far away. Once Rafe put the glasses on and adjusted it to sparring mode, which helps by showing him where to punch or kick the opponent and, in this case, arrows he should be careful of. Canary had told him not to be too reliant on it, but, you know, anything to beat Roy.
Rafe's P.O.V.
When Roy came out wearing his Speedy uniform, I took a stance. My father had taught me martial arts since I was three years old, and I was taught to always be aware of my surroundings and always be prepared. I shuddered as I thought of how I learned that the hard way.
"Alright, let's go. Try not to get pierced by my arrows. Ollie and Dinah would kill me. But… I guess it'd be worth it…" Roy chuckled, bringing my attention back to the present.
I smirked. "Make the first move." And he lunged at me.
About an hour later, we were both lying on the grass, panting and clutching bruises and sore spots. I "accidentally" gave Roy a black eye and he "accidentally"(but intentionally) cut my right forearm with one of his ridiculously sharp arrows(and I wrapped it up, duh).
When we heard Ollie's car pull up in the driveway, we quickly went inside and forced ourselves onto the couch and acted like we were just talking. Roy put on a pair of sunglasses to hide his black eye. They don't like us training together, because one of us, if not both, always ends up with a major wound.
"Hey guys, what are you doing?" Ollie asks as he walks into the house, Dinah following suit.
"Nothing much, just talking," I said calmly as if nothing happened. Dinah looked at us suspiciously.
"Roy, why are you wearing sunglasses in the house?" she asked.
"Cuz he wants to act all cool and macho, duh," I joked nervously. Her eyes narrowed and she walked right up to Roy and yanks the sunglasses right off his face. Yep, that's Black Canary for you. She glares at us.
"Hm. I wonder how you possibly could have gotten a black eye?" she says mockingly.
"Yeah Roy, I wonder," I say, acting as if I didnt't know. But Dinah's not that easy to fool.
"You were training together," she sighs. "Rafe, roll up your sleeves."
"But-" I start, but she shoots a glare at me, and I give in. I showed her the bandage wrapped around my cut.
"How many times have we told you-"
"Sorry to interrupt, but we have a real problem here." Ollie points at the TV, where we see Icicle Jr. attacking people and blocking the road on a suspension bridge.
"Yes! Finally something exciting to do!" Roy jumped up and ran to the backyard to get his bow and quiver. I got my backpack and went to the bathroom to change, and Ollie and Dinah went to do the same. Though I think Dinah always wears her uniform under her clothes.
The four of us stood on the bridge watching the police take Icicle Jr. away. That was possibly the easiest fight I've ever been in. I just slashed away at any icicles coming our way, Black Canary screamed her famous Canary Cry, and Green Arrow and Speedy trapped him until the police came.
"Well that was less exciting than I expected," I muttered.
"Doesn't matter," Speedy grinned, "Today's the day!"
