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Klarion had many issues with many things one of which was personal space. If he had his way (or his powers) M'gann would have been flung into oblivion. Humiliatingly, he did not have his powers or his way and couldn't get her out of his room. It wouldn't go well if he attempted to physically force her as she could likely beat him and worse.
After getting nearly killed and losing most of magic. Klarion was more self aware of his weakness. He never was very strong but he had magic. Obviously he had neither now but he didn't like to dwell on that.
He tried to ask again, but was cut off. "Do you need anything?"
"Not particularly." He switched over to a smoother voice and tried to remain calm.
"I just wanted to see..." She trails of nervously "If you needed anything for your um… arm."
She hoped he wouldn't be touchy about his arm.
His voice got high with indignity "I wouldn't need anything if you had not thrown a giant metal pole at me!"
It looked like he was touchy.
He was obviously upset about his arm, which M'gann couldn't blame him for. The Lamppost nearly killed him, he only lived due to quick action on the League's part. She didn't know what damage had been caused to his arm. After she knocked him out only Robin, Aqualad and a few leaguers with high clearance had seen him. Obviously no one told her or the team anything about what was going on with his arm. She didn't currently know about the extant of his own injuries. M'gann had been feeling guilty about hurting him this whole time.
The first few days were horrible. She didn't know if she had or hadn't killed what was a essentially a child. No one would tell her anything about his condition or wether he had died. She drudged around the base, thankful for the lack of mission, and couldn't even put up a facade of happiness. Normally she just flung large objects at a villain until someone got close enough to restrain them, she had never wondered what would happen if she actually hit someone.
"And I wouldn't have had to throw it at you if you weren't attacking us!"
"You started it! The bat-guy threw a metal thing at me!"
"He's just a person and you could've easily killed him. You attacked with much more force than we did." She was growing more confident. "We were there and you attacked us!"
"And I might not've attacked but you ambushed and took me by surprise!"
"You were standing between us and taking down the Light what else were we supposed to do? Let you wreak havoc on the world? Kill more people?"
Klarion's explanation for his actions weren't stellar "I am a Chaos Lord, what would you have me do instead?"
Megan realized arguing with him was pointless and nearly left but stopped midway to the door.
"Black Canary wanted to know if you'd like to talk to her."
He probably didn't know she could act as a stand in therapist.
He didn't respond. Instead he turned around and if there was something in the room for him to do he would've done it just to show he was ignoring her. M'gann just let him win and left without commenting or wondering if he knew about Black Canary.
M'gann left feeling guilty.
It wasn't until a few days later that anyone had contact with him, and even that was under duress.
Black Canary had asked someone to try to talk to him. She knew it wouldn't be easy yet the kid seriously needed something. He was pasty and skinny as ever if not more so. At first Klarion made an effort to leave his room but the team made him apprehensive and uncomfortable and he soon stopped trying. She wasn't high enough clearance to know exactly what magic he still had in him but it had to be the only thing keeping him alive. She wanted to do something to help him.
The first time she saw him out of his room was one week ago. He was in the kitchen at about 11:00 or 11:30 at night. The boy was rummaging through the pantry looking for something to eat. She hid back in the common room where the lights were not on and she was not visible.
He obviously didn't know how to work anything in the kitchen. The fridge alone was amazing him. While the technological marvels were good for amazement he couldn't actually figure out how to use them. She assumed he didn't know how to cook anything much less in a completely new environment. The former lord of chaos was getting discouraged and irritated. Helping him would ease her conscience but then it would be revealed she was standing here the whole time.
"Stupid…Stupid…future things." He griped.
His appearance was a far bit more disheveled than she was used to. Instead of a tight and neatly in place tie, his tie and high collar were loosened and hung off his neck. Light red marks had started to appear around the area his belle reve was in. He had the look of a truly tired person. His eyes were bloodshot and had blackish purple circles around them. Klarion's skin was blotchy and unnaturally white with red scratches and scab marks dotting his hands and visible skin (which was his hands).
The kitchen was still fairly neat. Klarion had been putting and shoving stuff back where he found it as he went.
It was fairly sad and a little funny to watch him fumble around trying to find something to eat. Right around the time he realized the freezer opened and the microwave opened he got disheartened and upset. He didn't understand most of the food besides the vegetables which it looked like he couldn't cook. She wondered if she should've stopped him when he dejectedly slinked off back to his room at the end of the hall.
The event enforced her belief that he was more maladjusted than she had thought.
The day after that she brought him some food. A microwaved Chicken Pot Pie. He first eyed her suspiciously as if she was trying to poison him. The food itself was normal and she had tried to find something oldish. No one really knew what time or place he had come from. They did now that he talked and dresses like a pilgrim. He seemed to know she had seen him that night and roughly grabbed the food and shut the door.
The next time she saw him (in passing while she walked to Kaldur's room) he looked a little healthier. His skin had a pinker tone and his collar was buttoned up. His tie was undone and that made it look a little odd but he didn't really entertain much company. He still was avoidant (and a little afraid) of the team, but now at the very least it did not look like he would keel over.
This chapter was a little short, sorry. If you want to add anything or make a comment you have the ability to do so. Please follow and review. I'm not really sure where I'll go for the next chapter and I'm thinking about his background though. The Jack Kirby Limbo Town version. In that version he was raised in a pilgrim like society with non witch trials and widespread magic. Teekl will come in soon.