Hey! Yes, I watch YJ. And I love it. That's why... I'm making this! It involves an OC that I have had since I first started watching Yj. So... Enjoy!
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The girl sighed. She'd grown used to fighting off the petty Gotham criminals now. After taking a brief look around her, she jumped on to the bins that littered the alley. A flip and a drop kick later, she had taken down two of the thugs that had been selling drugs in the alley. Her alley. The family 'friend' that was supposed to be taking her in had turned her away at the door.
After her Mamãe had died, she had left Brazil, and the hell-hole that they called work. Their boss, a man named Jones from England, was unfair to the workers, and often forgot to pay their wages. She had especially hated his son. The little prick used to flirt with her, which his mother, a weedy blonde who smelled of disinfectant, strongly disapproved of. But of course, she refused to punish her son, and as a result, the girl's family had often gone without receiving food from their 'employers'. Kidnappers would have been a better word for them. Not that they minded, of course. The food they were given tasted like merda, and the tribe of Brazilian workers were good hunters.
She shook her head out of her memories. Her Mamãe had died a while ago, and now was not the time to be mourning. There was another person there, too. They seemed to be on her side. They were wearing a suit unlike any other she'd ever seen before. It was like a blue exoskeleton, covering the entire body, even the face. It seemed to have a pair of wings. The person, or whatever it was, had just noticed her and fired a shot at her that seemed to be made of sound. She covered her ears and collapsed. This person must think that she was one of the drug dealers. She'd not used her powers in this fight, but now seemed like a good opportunity. She flipped over him and a spark ignited between her fingers as she clicked them. Hope you have your fancy suit insured against fire damage.
She cupped the fire in her hands and threw it at the person. It's eyes widened in shock and she twirled around once and then threw another blast of fire at it. She laughed. She wasn't one for theatrics and beauty, but she was a dancer and she might as well incorporate that into the battle. Next thing she knew, she was being grabbed from behind and a cloth pressed to her mouth. Her eyelids grew heavy. The last thing she heard as she was closing her eyes was, "Do you think she'll join the team?"