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It's the 3rd of August, the big day as my mentor has been saying all morning, she's excited, obviously, probably because I'm finally flying off her shoulders, figuratively speaking of course. I can't fly. Though my skin is mighty sensitive to various fabrics, this jumpsuit she got specially made for me is chafing my skin raw.
It's a little past one o'clock and as we enter this all-too unfamiliar place with arms and noses intact, I feel just a little conspicuous. Martian Manhunter is with us at least, it does makes me feel a little safer, but I know he or Black Canary aren't always going to be my guard dogs.
We stride into the 'meeting area' as she says, "Ready for training everyone?" her voice thin but sharp as we make our appearance known, well, Martian Manhunter and Black Canary do, but I'm far too cautious to step out of my safety bubble of Invisibility.
"Black Canary! Uncle J'onn!" exclaims what I presume would've been J'onn's niece, M'gann. The older martian speaks so fondly of her, despite not knowing her all that much, saying I would be a great friend for her. I'm wary of what he implies, though not stating it bluntly, I know it's because we both are hidden behind fears, at least, it's just what I guess he meant.
"M'gann, I was in the neighborhood- so I thought I'd see how you were adjusting," he stated simply, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, subtly glancing in my direction, his eyes betraying every other's in the present room. "A few bumps," she responded with a hidden, embarrassed giggle, "but I'm learning." She ended it with a strong, fierce smile. Her uncle smiled proudly back to her, "That's all I can ask."
I noticed a tall, raven-haired boy just about to leave the room, Black Canary must've as well, her voice loud and clear as she called over to him, "Stick around. Class is in session." The boy stopped, looking back, I took a surprised note of the insignia on his shirt, it was no hunch but it had to be the Superman clone Black Canary seemed to get worked up about over our training the other few days.
The blonde bird walked out to the training pad, the center glowing and stretching out like a blanket of bright light. She spun around, turning to look back in my direction, my feet were still glued to the spot she had told me to remain at before we had entered, saying that a few (hint hint, Superboy) had super hearing, so I had to stay completely silent. "I consider it an honor to be your teacher," she began, "I'll throw a lot at you." She began taking her jacket off, only to hiss as her jacket pulled her arm down to tickle her sore spot, "Everything I've learned from my own mentors-," she hardly bit back a pained moan, "-and my own bruises." I rolled my eyes and gave a concerned glance to her from behind my hidden screen, all's well that ends well.
"What happened?" M'gann asked worriedly, so naive, but I didn't hold anything back from her asking. "The job. Now combat is about controlling conflict, putting the battle on your terms. You should always be acting, never reacting," she said sternly with a wave of her hand, I nodded invisibly, as if she'd call on me with a stern face and make me demonstrate one of our last sessions of this lesson.
"I'll need a sparring partner," she finally said, I wasn't ready for this! I bit my lip and held back a strangled scream of frustration.
"Right here. Yeah!" Said the lone redhead with yellow and red spandex, scarfing down a banana and strolling up to the sparring stage with a slight skip in his step. "Right after this," he said, throwing the now finished banana into a nearby trashcan that I hadn't noticed before, "swish! I'll show you my moves." He flirted, I rolled my eyes, great, my first opponent was this cheeky dude? great.
"Oh, you won't be sparring with me," Black Canary said with a massive smirk upon her features, everybody's eyes (except for Martian Manhunter of course) on her with confusion. "Huh? What?" The redhead I now recognized as Kid Flash.
The elder bird in the room looked in my direction, just a little ways behind the group, their eyes followed hers, still utter confusion smeared across their faces. I slowly began unveiling my invisible shield, the protective layer coming off like a silk sock.
"Who's she?" Said Kid Flash, pretty dumbly, I rolled my eyes. "Team, Kid Flash, meet your new teammate, Silver," she said with a wide smile, I felt my eyes practically diminish under the hard gaze of everybody and pulled the black hood back over my face, covering my ivory skin, blue eyes and oak hair as quickly as possible. "Hello," I said quietly and walked up quickly behind Black Canary, wanting that role as her apprentice-in-training back and to leave this place of unfamiliar faces.
She sighed, not giving in to the utter fail of my first impression, "Silver," she said in that commanding tone of hers when we trained before. "You've got to get out of that shell, it's not befitting of you," finished Martian Manhunter before Black Canary could start. I held out to her arm like a five-year old. I hated it here, I wanted to go back to living amongst rats for all I cared.
"Wait, you know her, Uncle J'onn?" M'gann said in a surprised tone, the martian sighed as everyone's attention shifted onto him like gravity-defying sand. "Yes, I helped Black Canary train her, seeing she had some abilities that Canary couldn't handle. As you can see, she's already got one of the potential powers of a martian," he explained without digging up too much information about me, "though she is not a martian by default, we already checked," Black Canary quickly added, which made me feel a little more relieved. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, not in the protective way, nor to comfort me, only to make sure I was still there and alright. "I was hoping she'd be up to train with one of you today, and perhaps join the Team," she said with a hint of mocking disappointment in my direction, I bristled and sighed, she raised a brow and looked to me.
"Fine," I muttered and squirmed out of the curve of her arm, taking my black cloak off so I wouldn't trip over it later, letting my hidden gray and silver suit reveal underneath it. She gave me an amused, playful glare while my visage of the Team was blocked by my flimsy sight, hey, at least I made up for it in great hearing and smell. I shrugged mentally while facing Kid Flash and stepping into a combat stance.
The green-eyed boy smiled wickedly, I could feel the green orbs roaming over me, making me feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, "We'll resume formalities later, I suppose," I huffed. He laughed as Black Canary stepped off of the stage to give us space, "I like your attitude."
I rolled my eyes and quickly jabbed just above his shoulder, his eyes widening, wondering if he had been hit or not, he tried to block another fake hit I threw, then I twirled and swept my leg underneath him, making him fall to the stage with a 'whump' and onto his back with a groan.
The stage glowed brighter, Kid Flash Status: FAIL, at that I stood taller with a triumphant smirk and dusted myself off a bit sassily. "Ohh, hurts so good," he moaned, I rolled my eyes again, a faint wonder if I'd get whiplash from doing that so many times in the past five minutes.
"Good block, but did anyone see what he did wrong?" Black Canary said from the group alongside the glowing stage, a proud smile was given gratefully to me by her, obviously she trained me well. "Ooh, ooh. He hit on the new girl and got served?" Said the boy with the domino mask with a smug smirk to his teammate, waving his hand in the air like a child in class.
"Dude!" the redhead hissed from the ground, oh right, I'm supposed to help him up, I grabbed his hand forcefully and pulled him up with my trained strength. He gave me a surprised look, I rolled my eyes once again, "Oh now you wish to sleep on the floor? I'd gladly leave you there to collect dust," I said snarkily.
"He allowed Silver to dictate the terms of-," Black Canary started explaining, only to be cut off by Superboy from behind me, who had stalked up an awful lot like me in the beginning of my nearly failed first impression. "Oh please, with my powers, the battle's always on my terms," he began, stepping in front of me and rudely shoving Kid FAIL aside (I gotta admit, that's pretty catchy, better remember for a later date), "I'm a living weapon, and this is a waste of my time." He continued, a slight tremor in his voice maybe only I had heard.
"Prove it," Black Canary said for me, knowing me all a bit too much, I hid my confident smile as he and Kid Flash looked between me and the blonde superhero.
The blue-eyed boy raised an eyebrow before stepping a fair amount of space between us then giving me a 'ready' look, I nodded, the two of us having a short stare down as the redhead stepped a safe distance away and off the platform. We got into battle poses simultaneously, both of our blue eyes locked onto one another. I felt a sense of Deja vu then shoved that thought off for a later time to be thunk over.
He immediately punched toward my right shoulder, but I had already felt that expected twitch and grabbed for his arm, the premature muscles rippled under my fingers and I had to suppress a gawking stare at them. I quickly felt the surging strength fold into my torso and up my shoulders and back to fling him across the lit platform, falling onto his back a lot like the impudent redhead had, the floor lit up almost excitedly beside him, Superboy Status: FAIL.
I heard the wild laugh from the other raven-haired teen with the domino mask, and it ceased as whom I presumed- from the Atlantean sign on the boy's belt- was Aqualad that had elbowed the now recognized Robin, who hid his loud laughs under his gloved hands. He quickly shot me a thumbs up as I shared brief eye contact with him before Superboy got up from his uncomfortable position on the floor with a low growl.
"You're angry. Good, but don't react. Channel that anger into-," Again, Black Canary was intervened by her lesson with us as Superboy charged across the training pad with a now clearly audible growl, throwing a wild punch as I quickly and quietly dodged then flipped into the air and flipped him onto the ground much like before. He's really got anger issues, and I'm honestly not helping much- being beat by a newbie... I'd hate that too.
I immediately felt bad as he seethed in anger on the floor, the all too-becoming familiar message on the computerized floor. Robin's muffled laughter continued and I could just absorb M'gann's worry over Superboy right now, Aqualad and Kid Flash's piqued interest made it a little better.
"Sorry. reflex," I said sheepishly and offered my hand, we locked eyes and I could feel his eyes tearing my insides apart, "...Again, really sorry," I said even quieter, unsure he even heard me. Which made me surprised when he grabbed my hand and allowed me to hoist him up, he blinked at my hand, "It's really- hard," he said in confusion, the anger from before almost seeping away. I felt my face drain of color, "Sorry," I said once more.
"Batman to the cave." A booming man's voice interrupted, I squeaked and turned invisible, Black Canary and the others did not even bother this time I suppose. They walked over alongside me and Superboy to stand in front of the screen for a better view, their attention now grabbed by the man on-screen with bat-related attire, Batman, I would call that a hunch.
"Five hours ago, a new menace attacked Green Arrow and Black Canary," a image of a purple-ish pink thing with red-styled hair and pointed ears appeared partly over Batman's screen at the top left, obviously the new menace. "The attacker was capable of studying, then duplicating-," the picture of the enemy enlarged then became a video file, showing Superman attempting to tackle it down or something of the sort, much like Superboy was misusing like earlier, "-the powers and abilities of its opponents." It swung Superman around like a doll, swatting away the aid of Red Tornado and- I think Captain Marvel if I guessed right, "Arrow called in reinforcements, which nearly proved disastrous as our foe gained more and more power with each new combatant." The video paused, showing a mocking, triumphant enemy behind a robot's mask with a small explosion on-screen. I crossed my arms and glared at the tin machine, letting my screen fall.
"Whoa. One guy with the powers of the entire League?" Kid Flash said with a breathless gasp, I sighed and pulled back my hood, letting a little bit more of oxygen get to my head, my oak brown hair was making me feel stuffy.
"In the end, it took eight Leaguers four hours to defeat and dismantle the android." Batman finished, I continued to look up at the computer-imaged face of the Gotham hero, just out of idle curiosity and boredom. "An android? Who made it, T.O. Morrow?" Asked Robin, the annoying knowledge of people I didn't know seeping out of him like bug bites, troublesome and feeling itchy. "Good guess, Robin. But Red Tornado doesn't think so." Batman replied to the younger bird's question and may or may not have looked to me under his mask, maybe noticing my probing and discerning gaze through the screen. What? I did like to leave impressions. I guess this time I was trying too hard.
"The technology nears the signature of Professor Ivo," the elder martian said, suddenly letting my gaze slip away from Batman to him in less than two seconds. "Ivo? But Ivo's dead." Aqualad said with slightly widened eyes, gosh all these names, somebody spill the beans to me already! Being in the dark was not one of my priorities today. Then again, a villain's a villain, I didn't see a difference otherwise. "Or so we all thought," Black Canary said to him, answering the unasked question and giving him a hard glance, "Or hoped." Ooh, mysterious, this villain was going to be fun, hopefully easy to beat, but fun at the very least, if possible.
"To make certain this threat is permanently neutralized, We're sending two trucks carrying the android's parts," another image popped up, showing a map of two routes that went past Springfield, Batterson and around Gotham City, "-To two separate S.T.A.R. lab facilities in Boston And New York for immediate evaluation. Every precaution is being taken. We'll have four additional decoy trucks to create confusion in case Ivo or anyone tries to recover the remains. You will split into undercover teams to safeguard the two real trucks." The Gotham hero explained, uneasiness settled into the pit of my stomach, this was a dream right? I couldn't be on a real life mission on my first day? I mean, yeah I just K.O.'d two guys without really trying, but what was a real villain going to be like compared to them?
"Yes! Road trip." The redheaded speedster said with a fistpump to the air, Superboy thought the exact opposite, such a pessimist, "So now we take out your trash." Everyone looked to him in surprise and I gave him the hardest glare I could muster under my uneasy feeling, though I heavily doubted he even took notice. "You had something better to do?" Batman said calmly, clearly having dealt with this particular behavior before.
Aqualad whipped out a gadget as it chimed, "Coordinates received, on our way," he said quickly and collectively, most of the Team following after him and leaving me behind in their dust, partly confused. Superboy looked ready to leave then saw me still standing, resuming my brooding under my dark hood, "You coming?" He pretty much snapped, I flinched and followed after him, glancing to my smiling mentors Black Canary and Martian Manhunter, who sent me off with a silent 'Good luck' in their gaze.