++++++ So sue me I started another fic.
More for you guys to enjoy and more for me to enjoy bringing to you.
This story will not follow any particular story line but it will be set in the Justice League/Young Justice Universe with some elements of the Arrowverse cause why not.
Scarlet is mine, everything else belongs to DC apart from Mindwarp who belongs to Suki Uchiha Lamprouge.
I hope you enjoy.
I do not own ++++++
Full Summery (cause there's never enough room)
Her whole life, Scarlet Lords was used to being used and abused. Hated by her parents for being born a meta-human but desired for powers over the mind, Scarlet runs away at the tender age of twelve, never to look back. For years she's been living in Hell's Kitchen, doing what she can to survive only to come to the attention of the Justice League. When they extend their hand to her, will she run or will she stay and fight? How hard is it for someone who has spent their whole life trusting no one to trust those who only wish to help?
Pairings:
OC/Connor Kent aka Superboy (slow burn)
OC/Barry Allen aka The Flash (already established romance)
One
Through the streets she ran, dodging the crowds of people who rushed about their day to day business. Normally she would have looked just like another student running to class, late yet again to their morning classes, but this was no normal girl and she was not running late to class.
She was, in fact, running away from the police with a backpack full of stolen food. Looking back, she flashed a grin at them seconds before she darted down an alley to her right. Reaching the end of the alley, the girl ran up a series of boxes and crates, using the wall to propel herself upward and over, leaving the police below, wondering where she had gone.
A sly smirk flashed across her dirty face, grey eyes twinkling with excitement. There was nothing better than the rush felt from escaping by the hair of your teeth.
The girl's name was Scarlet Lords and she was a meta-human.
In this day and age where gods walked amongst men, aliens and Amazonian princesses walked freely amongst the rest of humanity, humans born with powers had become a much desired commodity. Life ended up in two separate places for people born with special gifts-they were either traded or sold, made do whatever they were told through violence and death, or utterly protected by parents who loved them above all else.
The blonde girl standing on the roof overlooking the streets of Hell's Kitchen, was of the latter. Hated and abused by her parents but desired for the fact she was telepathic, Scarlet was used like she was nothing. Through their daughter, her parents gained untold wealth and riches, on the onset of puberty a second gift emerged that enabled her to break free. Six years later and there she stood, watching the bumbling fools below trip over their own feet.
She laughed, a sweet tinkling sound, somewhat musical and enchanting at the same time but entirely mistrusting. "Fools," she muttered under her breath. Scarlet turned around and ran across the roof, jumping over and ducking under obstacles as she went. Most children had playgrounds and sporting fields in their youth, she had rooftops and streets as her playgrounds, learning how to survive.
There were things Scarlet did for money when it was needed, there were people who had hidden desires for young people. It was easy for her to pick out those who would pay from those who would not, that cursed gift of telepathy came in handy very often. The disgust and hatred she often felt afterward was always push aside when a sick child got better or freezing children became warm. Those children were her family and she trusted no one but them.
That morning Scarlett had left before all the children had woken up, they'd run out of food a few days ago and she'd spent all that time scouting for a new place far enough away that no one would find them and far enough away as to not attract the attention of any Hunters. That's what the kids called the people who stole meta-human children for experimentation and exploitation- Hunters. Generally they left Scarlet alone, going after the children because of their age.
The backpack she wore was heavy. There was a lot of food in that backpack, so much so Scarlet almost had difficulty taking it all but after all, she had a lot of mouths to feed. For some reason, the young woman had attracted a mass of unwanted meta-human children each of varying abilities. Scarlet stole them clothes, food and medicine when they were sick, over time their group had changed sizes, going from large to small or small to large, children being taken and stolen.
"Jason!" Scarlet yelled, landing on the ground from a taller building. "Jason! I'm back!"
The children all ran around her when they saw her. They had set up a series of tents on the roof of a series of abandoned buildings, living there unnoticed by most. The children and Scarlet were the only ones who knew how to find their little home.
"Where is Jessie?" she questioned, searching the small group of street kids, all of whom relied on her for food and protection. Out of the ten children Scarlet looked after, the youngest, sweet, little Jessie, the happy jewel of their group, was missing. Jessie, a child with the gift of illusion and as innocent as a baby.
"She was playing down in the alley," Jason answered. Jason was the second eldest, a meta-human just like Scarlet but with the power to command and control animals. At sixteen, he looked after the kids when Scarlet was gone. Being a meta-human kid like they all were, in a world like this, was hard.
Scarlet cursed under her breath, she shrugged off her bag of stolen food, throwing it over to Jason. "Distribute the food evenly," she ordered him. "Make sure to keep some for Jade and whatever you do, stay out of the way of the meta-hunters." She turned on her heels, running across the rooftops that made their home. She jumped up on the ledge and scanned the alley. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw a back van pull into the end of the alley as Jessie played in the puddles at the end. "JESSIE!" Scarlet screamed. "SCATTER!"
The little girl looked up and screamed.
The seventeen-year-old jumped off the ledge of the building, summoning a protective bubble of energy, Scarlet landed on the ground in between Jessie and the Hunters. She was by all means, no superhero. She was no Batman or Superman but these were her children. "On my back, Jessie," she ordered.
The girl ran over to Scarlet, jumping on her back, wrapping her tiny arms around her neck. "I'm sorry, Scarlet!" Jessie cried. "I wanted to play!"
Scarlet stared down the Hunters. There was four of them, dressed all in your typical black, armed with the latest weapons to catch meta-humans. There weapons were all marked with the symbol of LexCorp logo, a while ago Lex Luther had released a press statement saying that a shipment of weapons were stolen and being sold on the black market, these 'stolen' weapons were being used in the capture of anyone with powers. "Fuck," she whispered, looking around for an escape. She could use here telekinesis to propel herself, sure Jessie didn't weigh anything significant but try as she might, two was out of the question.
"SCARLET!" Jason yelled from above.
Scarlet's grey eyes darted to the roof. "JASON!" she yelled. "SCATTER! GO!"
A small dart with a fluffy blue end hit Scarlet in the neck. She paused and was suddenly overcome with an unusual sensation as a cold feeling spread throughout her body. Scarlet's usually focused mind was suddenly running rampart, her thoughts scattered in the chaos she fought so hard against.
Scarlet's knees eventually fell out from underneath her, the drug taking hold of her faculties.
"Scarlet!" Jessie cried. She tried to help her friend stand but she was unable to support her weight despite how skinny Scarlet actually was. "Help!" the girl cried.
Suddenly an explosion rang out throughout the alley, alarms sprung to life, screeching out that their security was compromised. Jessie screamed and Scarlet could feel the heat on her feet. The meta-human girl struggled to try and see what was going on, gunfire rang out, the bullets seeming to hit nothing but brick.
Someone screamed, it was a man.
Scarlet couldn't focus.
"We'll take it from here kid."
Scarlet looked out through unfocused eyes. The familiar vision of blue and red with a golden S on the chest leant down in front of her to gently pull the dart from her neck. "Oh joy," she muttered, speech slurred from whatever it was working its way through her system. "It's superdork. We're saved." Even drugged she dripped with sarcasm.
A chuckle. "You're going to have fun with this one, Mindwarp."
"Yeah thanks, superdork," a woman replied.
Scarlet could feel someone trying to break into her mind, with a scream, she pushed the intruder out.
There was a laugh followed by nothing at all.