An Eternal Flame
Set after episode 6 of season 1.
The Team finally arrived home. Said home being a complete mess and empty of all food.
"Good job, tonight," Kaldur told the others.
"Tell that to my back," replied Kid Flash. "It's killing me."
"Perhaps I can help with that," said a voice from the shadows. The Young Justice team turned, crouched waiting for an attack. Upon seeing the assailant, Kaldur'ahm relaxed his position. "Catwoman…what are you doing here?"
"You weren't answering your pager. Since this is an emergency…." She left the sentence to hang in the silence. M'gann linked the teenagers. What is she talking about? Kaldur ignored her question.
"Is she in trouble?" he asked.
"She hasn't been seen or heard from in months," Catwoman replied.
"That's not unusual for her. You know how she likes to take off," Kaldur says.
"Not without calling in; which she hasn't done in months. You're the only who can find her," she responds.
Kaldur eyes the Cat suspiciously before asking, "Why can't you find her?"
"Because-", she starts.
"She's supposed in jail," Robin answers.
Kaldur'ahm sighs, "Where was she last seen?"
In the thick jungles of the Amazon, a large compound hides under the canopies of the magnificent forest. Within this compound a young girl paces the length of her jail cell. At first glance you would believe her to be an African American, but upon seeing the stripes and tribal marks that covered nearly every inch of her dark skin, you would know that this girl was not of Earth. An alien light years away from home. A captive alien.
I need to get out of here, preferably before my captors decide what to do with me. She continues to pace the cell, then growls at the collar around her neck. Somehow it prohibits her from using her powers. Without powers her only options for escape was the only door in the room which locked from the outside and the barred window. Taking a furtive glance at the window an idea formed in her mind. This was not her first trip to the Amazon and upon her first arrival she befriended a young tiger whom she had aptly named Savage, for his savage behavior towards others. She pulled out her whistle and played the tune she had taught him. Thirty minutes later she heard a low growl outside the window. Savage had heard her call. He growled again.
"No you can't get me out, but you can still help. I need you to patrol the edge of the forest for anyone who looks….different." Savage snorts a response.
"No not tasty, not tourists. I need you to lead him to me. He can get me out." The tiger whimpers and paws at the wall between them.
"I know, I miss you too. I'll be out soon, promise. Now go and be careful." A few moments later Savage's paws retreating from her window. Alone again. She then sits on her makeshift bed, pulling out a locket with her mother's picture in it. Ember sighs, her loneliness increasing by the minute. Hurry, Kaldur