Hello, party people, and welcome to my first fanfiction story!
"At last! At long, long last!", a voice called out over the usually sleepy town of Happy Harbor, California. An evil sorcerer floated high into the air, laughing wickedly as he shot bolts of red lightning upon innocent bystanders from above. His Familiar, a black cat, hung around his neck like a scarf, watching with wicked delight as his master brought chaos down on the town square.
The sorcerer threw his head back and released the loudest, most malicious cackle ever heard as people screamed in terror, tripping over themselves to get away. "Nothing can stop me now!", he shrieked. "NOTHING!"
"Think again, Geezer!"
The sorcerer turned around, horror taking over hid expression when he saw just who had come to spoil his fun. "No! No! Not you!" Before he could say or do anything else, he was kicked across the face by a black boot belonging to none other than Nightwing, former apprentice of Batman, now a hero in his own right.
Following his lead were six other heroes from the Team, the team of young proteges and apprentices of the beloved and acclaimed heroes of the Justice League. Superboy, proud cloned son of the world famous Superman; Miss Martian, beloved niece of the alien Martian Manhunter; Robin, Batman's newest protégé; Blue Beetle, successor of the late Ted Kord; Beast Boy, Miss M's excited animal shapeshifting adoptive brother; and Bumblebee, who could shrink down to the size of a housefly.
Superboy jumped into the air, his superstrength giving him the ability to reach great heights, but the sorcerer murmured a spell, and a glowing red force field formed around him, causing Superboy to bounce off and hit the ground. "Is that the best you've got?"
Miss Martian tried to use her telekinesis to break the force field, while Bumblebee tried to zap it open, but nothing they did had any effect. The sorcerer cackled as the Team's best efforts were wasted. "I've got you puny heroes now!", he boasted in their faces. He raised his hands over his head as he prepared to strike the final blow. "And now, you lil' pests! YOU! SHALL! DI—"
All of the sudden, the glow from his hand disappeared. He looked at his palm in shock, shaking it to try and get the glow back. "What the heck happened?"
"Oops." The sorcerer looked behind him. Standing three feet away were a boy and a girl, each around twelve or thirteen years old. The girl had blond hair in long soft curls, blue eyes, and her lips were in the shape if an O. She wore a sleeveless pink sundress with a ruffled hem that ended at her knees, a bleached denim cardigan jacket, and high-heeled wedge sandals with pink straps. In her hand was one half of the spellbook that the sorcerer used to reek havoc.
The boy had chestnut brown hair in a neat crewcut, darker blue eyes, and a nervous frown on his face. He wore a light blue shirt with black lines arranged into plaid, nice regular blue jeans, and brown boots just like the ones that Superboy was wearing. In his hand was the other half of the spellbook, it's spine now separated, rendering the book worthless.
Both pre-teens looked up at the sorcerer with forced, guilty smiles on their faces and let out nervous laughs. "Oh…were we not supposed to touch this?"
The sorcerer passed out.
I do not own YJ or DC. I just want to write a cute Supermartian fanfic.