The girls were all out probably having a party, and I was watching a fourteen year old? I was twenty four, for Pete's sake.
I mean, I'm used to little kids, and they're great, but a fourteen year-old girl? I'm no good at dealing with her, um, troubles. What if she wants to talk about boys? I was not going to sit there for three hours and talk about how 'cute bobby is'.
Okay, Bats said room 311. That would be near the cafeteria, so of course I would have to take a slight detour. I'm a hungry, powerful Superhero; I deserve to get a turkey sub once and awhile.
I peaked around the corner. Good, nobody was there. I ran to the lunch line and grabbed a tray. Loading it up with fries, a big cheeseburger, a coke, and pears was the only thing my mind was on at the moment. Was I supposed to do something? Nah, this burger is calling my name; there was no way I was going to leave it for some other Hero to find.
No way.
I was starving. Waking up at the crack of Dawn to get launched on a rocket ship to a 'secret' place in space full of Grownups wearing loads of Spandex and not having anything to eat was affecting my brain. All I could think of was that delicious smell of fried food coming down the hall.
My sitter was forty minutes late. Ugh. I hated that word, sitter. All my life I had been shuffled from one to another. I hadn't even made any real friends, just me, all alone in the care of some stupid adult. I didn't need anyone to take care of me. I could do just fine on my own, if I ever got the chance. Right then and there I decided to make my new Sitter feel as horrible as I was. It would be perfect.
I slipped my ipod and my key card that Batman had given me into my cargo pants pocket and slipped out of the room that I had been assigned to, like in the military.
I wandered the hallways, going anywhere I wanted, giving myself a tour. I passed the gym, a whole bunch of rooms like mine, the library, and finally made my way to where that delicious smell was coming from.
I peaked around the corner to see a man in red spandex and gold lightning bolts on his mask wolfing down a giant burger. I recognized him from the file I had on the League. He was Flash, one of the original members. 'The Fastest Man Alive'. I needed a disguise.
Remembering one of the members whom I had met personally, I morphed into her, growing several inches taller, and growing into the swimsuit type thing she wore. My hair turned as black as midnight, and grew down to the small of my patriotic clad back.
I sighed and calmly walked into the cafeteria. Not looking at Flash, I grabbed a tray and went through the line. Each step my stomach longed for the fatty food I was depositing on the plastic food holder.
"Hey, Wonder Woman, you're back!" Flash appeared beside me, bringing a rush of air with him.
"Wow, you're fast," that slipped out of my mouth before I could shut it.
He looked really confused, and then took the chance to brag. "Well of course I am, hon. I'm the fastest man alive, remember? I hold the world record for the one second mile, the water runner, the-" I cut him off before he could say anything else. Zeus, he was annoying.
"Yeah, I got it, good bye," my stomach was really growling now, it was almost hard to keep up my masquerade.
"Wait," Flash said, stepping in front of me, "you know GA, GL, and Vigilante are out looking for you and the rest of the X chromosomes, while I'm stuck here baby-sitting."
"Well, have fun." I tried to step around him, but he blocked me like before.
"Don't you want to talk? Catch up a little?" He smiled, "come on, we always make time to chat."
"Maybe later, Willie, but I'm kind of busy, okay?" He looked hurt at my sudden resistance, but then he brightened,
"Okay, I'll just go tell Batman you're back. Bye." He took off, faster than normal. Oh crap. I was probably messing up something, what if Wonder Woman was really in trouble? I grabbed my tray and quickly ran back to room 311, shedding my camouflage as I went.
When I got back, I was just a regular dark haired hazel eyed black clad teenager. I used my keycard to open the door, and stopped right in my tracks. Flash was sitting on the couch, looking right at me, a smirk on his face. He eyed the tray in my hands.
"You're hungry?" He asked. No I just always like carrying a lunch tray, it soothes me.
"No, I was getting it for you." But embarrassingly enough, my stomach took that time to growl really loud.
"Right. Sure you did." He used a mocking tone, then ran to my side and pulled my keycard out of my pants pocket. "I'll take this." He pocketed the card (where?) and said, "Well, you might as well eat."
"Oh, thank you, sir. You were late, and I was hungry. Don't you dare tell me you 'got lost on the road of life' of I'll drop kick you into next week." I sat on the floor and started eating. I was ravenous. I was really rude, but I didn't care.
"Cheez, slow down, only I'm allowed to eat that fast." He took my tray and put it on the low table.
"So, kid, tell me about yourself. How long have you been able to morph? How does it work? Can you morph into anything? Or anyone? Can you-" I slapped my hand over his mouth before he could say anything else.
"Zeus, if you don't give me a chance to speak, I can't answer your questions, 'Kay?"
He moved my hand from his mouth. It looked like he was going to say something but thought better of it. He was silent.
"Much better." I stood up and walked from the living room to the kitchen, looking for something else to eat. At fourteen, 5'9" and one hundred and thirteen pounds, I was always hungry. I needed a lot of calories to morph.
He followed me, from the kitchen to the bedroom, all the way until I stopped him from following me into the bathroom by slamming the door in his masked face. I was being exceedingly rude, and going against all the things I had been taught.
Opening the door a crack, I was relieved to see Flash was gone. It least from my sight.
Two can play at that game, anyway.
I morphed into Flash, then opened the door the full way and walked out. I searched the entire room, but Flash wasn't in it. I quietly opened the door to the living room, and saw Flash sitting on the couch and eating potato chips. My stomach rumbled. Zeus, I was starving, again. Morphing used up too much energy.
I returned to my regular form and stepped into the room, crossing my arms over my chest. The smell of salt, oil, vinegar, it was to die for. Yum. Clearly this guy wasn't as stupid as the rest of my past baby-sitters.
Crossing my hands and breathing hard, I ended the morph.
"Hey, Flash," I said quietly. My tray of food was on the table from where Flash had set it earlier. It seemed to grow bigger after each passing minute. Finally Flash seemed to notice I was there.
"Hey, kid." He changed the channel. "Hungry?" he had a teasing note in his voice.
"So I'll make you a deal, you fill me in on yourself, and I'll let you eat."
He nudged the tray of food towards me with his foot. Before I could reach out and take it, he pushed it away again. He looked at me, grinning. "Do we have a deal?"
I sat down on the other end of the couch, as far away from the menace as possible. "Deal."
He pushed the tray towards me and turned off the TV. "Shoot." I grabbed the tray with both hands and ate the crisp fatty fries. Zeus, they were excellent!
"Okay," I said between bites, "I'm Jessy, my dad is the Prime Minister of Tkingtimee. I am fourteen years old. I haven't met another person my age since I was three, so naturally I get very bored, very fast. As for my morphing power, yes I can change into anyone I want as long as I know what they look like. It uses approximately five thousand calories each time, so it's a great way to loose weight. What else? Oh yeah, I don't like you." I finished my statement with a sigh, and started eating again.
"So that's why you're so hungry. I get it. You know, running all the time uses a lot of calories too. I'm always hungry as well, but I get first dibs on the good food we have here." Flash nodded his head towards the kitchen.
"Now you tell me something."
"What do you want to know, kid?" He leaned back against the couch.
"How did you know I wasn't Wonder Woman? I looked exactly like her."
He smiled. "First, Wonder Woman wouldn't have let me stop her like that. Then I realized you didn't have her lasso. The rest was simply luck." He grabbed a fistful of chips and stuffed them in his mouth.
"Yeah, even though I can look exactly like them, and sound like them, and act like them, I can't mimic their powers or weapons." I set down my empty tray.
"Do you want to do something fun tonight, Jessy?" Flash asked, grinning.
"Anything to relieve this boredom."
"Good, I think you can pass for sixteen, it least." He sighed, deep in thought.
"Where exactly are we going? Is it in the watchtower? Or back on Earth?" I jumped up and down, filled with anticipation.
"Go and change, we're going clubbing."
