Well, here is another Static Shock story. I think I have one more in me. Or two. I have to check. I hope you enjoy! The story is written in first person. I do apologize for that, but I do like the way it turned out. Someone returns, but friend or foe? Later, a villain will return, and wreak havoc on Gotham, and the lives of our heroes. But for now, onward!
Dislaimer:I do not own Virgil or Richie, or any member of the Justice League. Kailie and a few others are my creations.
There was a large crash as I flew through the warehouse in the dark. I was sure it wasn't one of my friends. I spun in the air as I flew through a window chasing one of the idiots who had decided to take off with the Mayor's granddaughter. I was amazed at the way I could fly, the speed and flexibility was an accomplishment and improvement on what we had been trying before, and was more thankful than ever for Richie's genius. I flew in through another window, using a fireball to shatter the glass.
"Would you knock that off? You're scaring the guy."
"So? We need to put some fear into him." I said.
"Yeah, but we don't need to destroy half the place, they're going to tell us to start paying for things we break."
"That's not my fault. It's this idiot that's running through a building with breakables. This guy needs to be scared."
"Be that as it may, we want this guy speaking coherently, not gibberish. And right now you look like nothing more than the angel of death."
"You know, if he saw me in a light, he'd be able to tell that I'm NOT an angel of anything."
"Except leprechaun's maybe."
"Watch it Static. I seem to remember that little accident in chem class was your fault and not mine. The green hair will go away soon enough."
"There aren't a lot of superheroes out there with bright green hair. You'd probably be identified with the Joker more so than with us. And normal people hardly have hair that color."
"What about half our chem class?" I asked.
"I did apologize."
"At least you didn't get green hair. There'd be a lot of questions." I said.
"Aw come on, you look great with green hair." Gear piped up.
"Thanks Gear." I said.
"No problem." He replied.
I landed next to them, folding the wings over my shoulders, looking a little like a gargoyle I suppose. They were bat like in appearance. I could change them into something that appeared to be angel wings, but they'd still be grey. Richie was a genius when it came to this kind of thing, and I was glad he had come up with something to make me fly. I had always dreamed of it, and was very glad he had the intelligence to create living appendages that I could remove at any time. They were coded to my DNA, so I used them like they were my own appendages. They were also keyed to my brain so in the blink of an eye, could change them into one or the other. Although, I chose to have them a coal grey color, it differentiated me from Hawk-girl.
The man was cowering in his shoes. Static and Gear were standing over him, with their arms crossed. They looked at me and shook their heads. I shrugged as I looked down at the man. The mask I wore glittered in the half light that was in the warehouse, but to him it glinted like the eyes of a wild animal. I knew I was frightening him, standing there in the shadows.
I enjoyed it. He was so much like someone else I knew, someone who had ruined my life, had stolen something from me, although he had given me the greatest thing in the world. I sighed, and kneeled down, changing the wings to the angel like ones.
"Tell us where she is, or I will dig through your mind and find it. I won't be nice either. People like you are not worth being careful around. Don't let me make that choice." I said softly. He jumped, looking at me.
"She's... she's on the other side of town. You'll never get to her though. You'd have to do magic to get her out of there." He sneered.
"Well it's a good thing I'm a shaman then." I said, standing.
"What?" He whimpered.
"Magic in other words dude. Come on. Time to go visit the bat man. You think this girl is bad... just you wait." Richie said.
"Did you get anything else off him?" Static asked softly as Richie took the man to Batman. He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently.
"Yeah. We best get her before she gets dumped into the river. He's got her rigged up to die if anything happens to him. We've got to get there, and soon." I said.
"Alright. Let's go." He said.
With a flap of my wings, I joined Static in the air. We flew through the dark city. Gotham was a city that never seemed to sleep. It was dark at night, but there were eerie neon lights at night that seemed ghostly. I flew at the same speed as Static, homing in on the little girls brain pattern, now that I had picked it up from the mans mind. I tried to send her comfort, let her know that she was going to be saved. We didn't have too much time, but I knew we would get there in time enough to save her. We had to.
"We're going to make it Kailie." Static said.
"I don't know what I'd do if someone took off with Kahoku like that." I said.
"I know, same here. But he's in good hands while we're gone." Static said.
"All the same, I want to get this over with and get home to my son. I want to keep him in my arms and never let him go." I said.
"I know how you feel. I feel the same way." Static said.
She was close, I could feel it. We had mere moments before she plunged into the river. Static found the girl, the chains and explosives. He worked on nullifying them while I clung to the wall, the girl held tightly by one of my bat like wings. She was frightened, but also awed by my appearance. I'd had to change them to glide to her, and now would have a hard time getting us out.
After Static had cleared the area of the explosives, I used my shaman powers to free the girl of the chains. I looked up at Static as the last of the chains started to come loose.
"I can't change my wings while I'm holding her. We'd drop, and it'd be dangerous. You'll have to hold onto us until I can call up my other wings. Gargoyle's are gliders." I said.
"Alright. Hold onto me tight." He said.
I smiled, the little girl thought he had been talking to her, and she grabbed onto his pant leg tightly, as I wrapped my arm around his waist. He put his around mine, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, wishing for all the world that there would be enough peace in the world for one night, so we could go on a proper date. It had been a few months since our return from Kauai, since we had graduated. With the help of Static, known better to me as Virgil Hawkins, and his friend Gear, or Richie Foley, I was able to balance my life as a student and an unprepared mother to my son Kahoku.
They had introduced me to people such as Bruce Wayne, who had suddenly come up with a scholarship for rape victims, so that they could go to school, and have money to care for a child that came of that rape. I think he only gave it to me, but I wasn't about to argue. I was able to continue my education, so that I might do something for the world. All Bruce Wayne asked was that I do my best as a student, and take good care of my son. He had had a bad life, both his parents murdered in front of him. He knew what it was like to live without parents, and although he showed no outward emotion as a business man, I knew he hated to see something like this happen to people who were innocent. That's why he went out every night as Batman. He never told me, but I knew. The same way I had figured out the difference between my two friends from Dakota.
"We can stay like this if you like." Static whispered in my ear. The little girl giggled.
"I don't mind. She's adorable isn't she Static?" I whispered back.
"Don't go getting ideas. You've already got one little one. He's enough of a handful."
"Yeah, but she is in the same daycare as my son. She's going to need therapy probably. Someone that young, and that bastard had to go do this to her." I whispered fiercely, more to protect her from my harsh words, than my secret.
"Don't go getting angry. We can't go hurting people on a whim. It's bad for our image for one, not to mention it's not our thing. I know you feel responsible, that's the mother in you." Static said.
"You're a mommy angel lady?" The little girl asked quietly.
"Yes I am little one. I've got a little boy waiting for me back with some other superheroes taking the day off." I said smiling.
"You should go home to him. I'll bet he misses you." She said.
"He probably does sweetheart. But I have to make sure he's safe, and little girls like you are safe." I said.
"Yeah, I suppose, but being a mommy sure is hard work if you're a superhero lady, right?" She asked.
"That it is. But making sure people like you are safe at night makes it worth it. Especially since it means my baby will be safe too." I said.
"Thank you for saving me. I wish I had a mommy like you." She said, hugging my leg.
"K..." Static warned.
"I know, I know. Come on Sara. It's time to go to sleep." I said.
I picked her up, and touched her forehead. She fell asleep, her head on my shoulder. I sighed, saddened.
"You know I hate doing that." I said.
"But it's the best for all of us if they have as little contact with us as possible. Anyone can find these people again, and it would hurt the world more than help it if they have information that could bring any of us down." Static said, kissing my cheek.
"I know. Let's take Sara home. I know her mother will be frantic, and we have a test tomorrow in med lab." I said.
"Right. Let's get going." Static said.