The first time he activated his powers, no, it's more like it activated on his own, it was because he came across a scene wish could never seen in his life but glad to have stopped it before it could escalate and traumatized the victim further. However, he could and would not forget the anger he felt; how it set his body on fire; how his blood felt as though it was on fire; how he felt numb to everything expect that anger.

Then fire was on his hands – burning through violator's clothes and charred the skin it touched and boils and blisters appeared all over, further away from his hands.

The would-be-traumatized-and-mentally-scarred victim and the police merely spoken to him for his bravery and selflessness thanked him purposefully. But for two different reasons.

One; the victim of sexually harassment and assault for saving him from and punishing his harasser.

Two; the police, for doing their work, and just for being there for the victim – the scrawny, weak, shaken victim.

However, they, the two police officers and victim, swore to keep his powers a secret unless they are being torture for said information, because he asked them too. He apologized to – holy shit, came to mind when he was calmed down enough to actually see the face of the person he beaten so thoroughly, Mandy? Dorky, fun-loving Mandy? – Mandy only to be dismissed, shame was clear on her face, and thanked for stopping from doing something she had later on regret. He still paid for the hospital bill. Still.

Why did you do it, he would later on question, why did you harass that kid?

I thought he was just playing hard-to-get, she admitted, shame still written all over her bruised face, but I can now clearly see I was mistaken. I am... I am going to make it up to him, not sure how, but seeing how I just – could you ask him how I can?

He did. He ended up with an answer that amazed him, be a better person and make sure to help anyone being harassed in any way you can, he informed Mandy. She was not satisfied with it, so when the cops came to her at the hospital room, to inform her that she'll be sent to a juvenile hall once her burns were healed, she seemed fine with it.

He informed Mandy that he would visit, but only because he felt guilty and ashamed of what he had done, not out of the friendship he once shared with her.

Everything still felt so dizzy, confusing, and muddled together for months after that, he had to withdraw from public school – not like he had any friends after the incident Mandy pulled off anyways, they're all to afraid to come near him, afraid he'll do the same to them, as it turned out they were all doing something he disapproved of.


The second time his power activated, it was because some punks had set fire on his next-door-to-his-left neighbour's house. They ran off when he came into view while he was walking home. He was able to stop it, since it had seemed to have just started but it took him a minute to actually register what was happening. And when it did, right side of the house was aflamed. Luckily, the owner – Mr. Flint – had came running out just as he finished registering that the house is in fact on fire and licking hungrily at the night sky and reaching for his own home with a bucket of water.

And he didn't think as he walked closer towards the heat, not hearing Mr. Flint yelling at him to go phone the fire department while he tried his best to stop the fire from completely his home.

He did not hear Mr. Flint cry out in alarm when reached his arm out towards the heat that was now focusing on him.

In the corner of his visual range, he saw Mr. Flint drop his bucket, but did not hear it as landed with a thud, or water splashing on the green grass, as the fire went to eat his hand to crisp – only to be devoured.

When the fire department arrived, he was sleeping in his warm, comfortable, bed with his bat-themed blanket tucked around him soundly.

Mr. Flint was still in shock and he could not answer the questions the firefighters asked him properly, as he could only stutter out, 'It... His hand... it ate the fire, completely devoured it...' They assumed a meta had stopped the fire from eating the house away, but they couldn't get the identity out of him when one asked. Still much too shocked, they acknowledged. Then they glanced up at the blacken, burnt house – it did not get inside, but the outside damage was bad – and decided it is a good thing, and move on. Not like this City does not have metas; but it is nice to know that one stopped something that could have caused the man from losing his house. Not too many would do that in this city.


The third time, it's because he finally chose to experiment with what he – apparently having used it two times beforehand had finally sunken in – only to have fire licking and sucking at the oxygen in his room and set fire to homework. As well as singed his textbooks. He had to lie to his teacher's face, and while it was uncomfortable doing so, he knew he had to because he couldn't very well tell his teacher in front of the whole class why his textbook was slightly burned because he was experimenting with his powers. THAT would have caused him unnecessary attention, more so than the usually greedy, suck-holes.


The fourth time it had been because he had tried saving his uncle from the burning shed in the backyard. He did not make it in time; and his family found out about his powers when he tried eating the fire away when he placed his bare hands on the burning wood and failed to burn as well but it was too strong. His parents pulled him away when they heard the fire truck coming and watched in a detach manner at the still-burning shed.

They all learn later on when police or whatever they was that it appeared his uncle had passed out from all the alcohol he had consumed earlier on that night while smoking a cigarette.


The fifth time, and the many times after that, it was him finally choosing to acknowledge, that he does in fact, have fire-related powers and it seems as though each time he tries to dismiss it, something happens. Therefore, he learned to control them; learned just what he can do; learned the apparent secret-family martial arts; learn that both side of his family have a long line of metas.

His mother, Maria Cassandra Larson (maiden name Brown), is a decedent of a powerful Empathy that could drain emotions away with a single touch or take override one's emotion to completely mindfuck someone over. It seemed to have drifted down to the firstborns; occasionally the second child would gain some kind of power when they got older that fit their personalities.

His father, Lucas Damian Larson, is much like him in terms of ability, but not in power; suspects it is due to the Empathy, one way or another, and his understanding of the emotion surrounding where he is fuels his powers and his own need to help someone. He also, while sheepishly, commented on how a distant cousin of his could beat his ass in a matter of seconds ("She doesn't even have abilities," he whines childishly to his wife, causing his son's and wife to snort at him.) and so he will phone and ask if she or someone else would be willing to train Alex.

His little brother, Avery Lucas Larson, shows signs of a having similar powers of a great-great-great grandfather on their father's side. Their mother plans to get a different family member to ask train him.

Alex honestly hopes their dog is not suddenly going to change into a man and go all, "I'm WIZARD IN DISGUISE, Alex! Nice to formally meet you; and thanks for that hotdog chew toy." Because, no, that's where he draws the line in this newfound insanity that is his family.

At least he has Avery with hi – ("ALEX! LET'S BE HEROES!") – Nope, nevermind, he lost him.


Firaga never suspected he would have to save a hero – again – because he honestly expected them to be smarter than to wander into Bludhaven. But, NOPE; he ends up having to save a group of five heroes end up getting caught up in a thing Seymour cooked up the first thing he does all night.

Honestly.

"Honestly," He deadpans, staring straight at Kid Flash, "Didn't I tell you not to play with my ring of fire after that incident with – what was his name again?"

"Uh, Captain Boomerang."

Firaga nods, "Yeah, that guy; I thought learnt you're lesson after you almost turned into a popicle."

Kid Flash frowns for a second, before, "I think you're mixing me up with Speedy; I'm the one that got stuck and you got me out of trouble."

Firaga blinks, before humming in agreement, "Oh, I am? My bad, it is just. You are both redheads. And wear red and yellow. Not to mention your names. It just does not make sense to me, dude."

Robin smirks, "Yeah, Speedy. Can't blame him for mixing you two up~"

Superboy frowns, "Why did you call him Speedy, he's Kid Flash, is he not?"

Aqualad gets them all straight though, "I do believe we are on a mission, so why don't we talk about this some other time?"

Firaga blinks, "What could you possibly want in Bludhaven? It's basically dump – a dump disguised as a city, but a dump nonetheless."

"We want you on our team–youknowlikethejusticeleaguebutcovertandfullofaweso me–" Kid Flash starts before trailing off in speeds no way but the Flash (and Jay, but hey, no one but probably Rob knows that) could understand.

Nevertheless, in the end, he ends up agreeing, if only to shut the arguments up that ensued when Robin tried to get the speedster to slow down – only to get a headache from the excitement that is Kid Flash.

At least he will got to meet Robin, his inspiration to even become a hero to begin with, even though he has a sinking feeling telling him he is probably going both enjoy and regret the decision of joining the mini-League.