Disclaimer; Nope, still don't own 'em. Both Young Justice and any character seen within this work of fiction belong to DC Comics and Warner Bros.


"Welcome to the nightmare, In my head
Oh god
Say hello, to something scary
The monster, in your bed
Oh god
Just get in and you won't be sorry,
Welcome to my other side,
And now it's Missus Hyde."
-Mz. Hyde by Halestorm.

Metropolis
March 14, 21:30 EST

Siobhan let out a long yawn as she exited Metropolis University's music hall. She had been working tirelessly for about three hours, just composing songs. It was part of a major assessment she had coming up, where she had to write a full eight song album based on a theme that each student in the course had drawn from a hat. Hers was fear.

This was becoming a bit too common for her, just staying up late, working on her music, and waking up early. Even Linda was making comments about how tired she looked, like she could talk though, something was stressing her best friend out, but what was still a mystery, one which may never be solved.

She turned left at an abandoned intersection, moving towards the docks. Being a vigilante in her spare time, the Silver Banshee, meant that she could save lives and escape the vicious thoughts her curse afforded her. Of course, the flip side was that she had to usually go out of her way to find crime, lacking Supergirl's annoyingly superior vision, and her late nights became even later.

Tonight would be one of those late nights, as she walked past a dock where a small group of men, dressed in ragged clothes, and looking around frantically, were loading suspicious boxes onto trucks. Watching over them, was the tall, thick, red form of the crime kingpin, Brick.

Siobhan pulled out her phone out and checked the time, around 10, should leave enough time to go silver, kick some ass, and get back to her apartment to catch some sleep before her morning lecture.

Immediately, she could feel the darkness envelope her, simultaneously warming and cooling her skin. The best part of going silver was that she didn't have to drop what she was wearing. The curse seemed to take her clothing, including her backpack, and place it all... Well, somewhere else, until she 'turned it off', where the clothing would magically appear back on her body.

With the Banshee now released so to speak, Siobhan quickly jumped the fence. Or rather, she 'blinked' through the fence, utilising her limited teleportation, and she slid down the steep hill to the docks below.

Making sure to keep to the shadows, Siobhan then crept around, hoping to catch an angle where she could surprise them. And then she found it.

With the element of surprise in her arsenal, the Silver Banshee leapt from the dumpster she had been ducked behind, and blinked over to the first two guys. When she rematerialised in the air, both legs were already heading for the faces of the two guys either side of her. Actually, the best part of going silver was that while she usually wouldn't be able to run half a mile, as the Banshee, she could quadruple that while fighting off a pack of hungry cheetahs without breaking a sweat. Or rather, she could if she sweated while silver.

The goons fell back from the force of her kicks, and both were soon unconscious as she kicked them again in the sides of their heads, making sure to reserve her strength so as to not kill them of course.

Another goon had already reacted though, and was aiming a rifle at her, his finger beginning to squeeze the trigger. In the blink of an eye, Siobhan had moved behind him, and he had fired a short round of bullets at an empty area. But she didn't give him time to think about the strange phenomenon, as she had already grabbed the sides of his head, and brought it down backwards onto her knee. She then let go, and allowed him to flop over sideways, also knocked out.

Never-mind, the best part of going silver was that she could now probably benchpress 10 times more than most 'strongmen' could.

The last few goons all turned to look at her, and aim their rifles. They were standing around Siobhan in a circle of death. Well, their deaths... metaphorical deaths, of course.

She blinked around the circle, starting with the guy to her immediate left, kicking him in the back of the knee, and smashing him in the bottom of his jaw. It was probably broken.

She then moved the guy directly opposite to him, and threw a punch at his gut, making sure to put in enough force that he was sent flying through the air, and into a shipping container behind it.

Next were the third and fourth goons, standing side-by side, both emptying whole magazines into where the Banshee wasn't anymore. She was behind them now. Clear the record, the best part of going silver was that she could go from ground level to the roof of a skyscraper in the blink of any eye, albeit, such a large jump would tire her out quite a lot.

She grabbed each by the sides of their heads, smacked both skulls together, and punched them in the back of their heads to finish, where they flopped onto their faces.

Siobhan turned to stare at the last man, who paled at the piercing glare of her bright blue eyes. He dropped his rifle, and turned to run away, probably leaving a large wet patch in the front of his pants. Forget everything, this was the best part of going silver.

She took a deep breath in, and let out a strong death wail, the supersonic screech travelling in a single line, throwing equipment to the sides, and shattering panels of wood in it's way. The man who was fleeing was hit by it, and sent flying face first into a stack of plastic crates. As he fell into unconsciousness, a thick stream of puke left his mouth. When a wave of sound that powerful hit you, it wasn't kind on the stomach.

A slow clapping from behind stopped Siobhan, and got her to turn around. She had forgotten about Brick.

"You took out all my men in seconds. I'd be impressed if I weren't so pissed."

She took no interest in his comment "what're you doing in Metropolis?" She demanded. The rough, distorted quality of her voice startled him slightly.

"Got let out of Belle Reve just before the League brought it down."

"Didn't answer my question."

He grunted "Metropolis is safe. Don't know if you heard-"

She cut him off "let me guess; the Supers are all out of town, and League wont notice little stuff like this?"

"Pretty much."

"Well you were wrong about one thing-" her eyes narrowed dangerously "-because Metropolis is far from safe."

She blinked over to stand behind Brick, and span around, lifting a leg up to kick him in the head, but was stopped short by the large man catching her ankle mid-kick.

"I won't be taken down as easy as my men were" he smirked.

"That doesn't mean you'll be much harder" Siobhan retorted, launching herself off her other foot, which moved up and caught Brick in the bottom of his jaw. He let go of her foot from the shock, and Siobhan flipped herself in the air, landing finally on both of her feet, while Brick stumbled away from her.

He growled low, and swung a meaty fist out to hit her, but ended up sailing over her head as she ducked down and rolled past him. While the crime lord tried to stop his momentum, she sprung back to her feet and threw her hands out behind herself.

They found their target, and gave her a grip on Brick around his jaw, which Siobhan held onto firmly and she dropped to her knees, and tugged his head over her shoulder, the two impacting with a force that rocked Siobhan, and likely did worse to Brick, if the cry he let out was any indication.

Dropping his head, Siobhan bent over backwards, and planted her palms on either side of his head, then launched herself off her knees and the ground, flipping backwards in the air, and landed, straddling his abdomen.

"Maybe we should take it slow" she grunted with some kind of distorted smirk. She grabbed the sides of his head, and brought it up to meet her own in a vicious head-butt. She released his head, which dropped back to the ground with a light thud, and began to drive her fists, one after the other, and then back again, into his face, throwing it side to side.

With the large man now finally at her mercy, Siobhan grabbed the front of his collar and tugged his face up to hers. This was when the Banshee began to take over, and Siobhan began to disappear. She felt a death wail brewing inside her chest, at this range Brick's face would be obliterated, and she was about to let it go, when a voice stopped her.

"Banshee" looking up, Siobhan saw Supergirl hovering above her, one blonde eyebrow raised in question.

She let go of Brick, stood up, and gave a short kick to his head to make sure he was out cold as the blonde Kryptonian descended.

"You brought down all these guys?" The blonde asked.

"Yeah, on my own. Brick must've got out of Belle Reve right before Warden Strange's plans went public."

"And what, may I ask, was Brick doing in Metropolis?"

"It was 'safer'-" Siobhan waggled her fingers in air quotes "-on account of you Supers all being busy."

"Well, I'll take care of things from here, but good work."

Siobhan nodded and walked away, allowing Supergirl to heft Brick and his goons to the police station, while she finally returned home.

Going back to her human form, the silver and black around her dissipated into a murky cloud derived of colour. The second best part of going silver though was that any cuts or major injuries sustained during the night, not that any of the ass-hats landed a finger on her, would be totally healed by now.

Siobhan stumbled into her apartment, still rubbing a spot on her abdomen. While going silver made sure her cuts healed quickly, soreness still lingered for a time afterwards.

She stepped inside, and dumped her bag onto a chair beside the door set out for that specific purpose. That was when she noticed the brunette sitting on her couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, watching a cartoon movie adaptation of the world famous day on which the Justice League was formed.

"Linda?"

"Hey Siobhan, can you get some snacks?"

"How did you get into my apartment?"

Linda pointed to an open window on the other side of the room that led to a fire escape. Relenting, Siobhan moved to the tiny kitchen that jutted out off the living room, and grabbed a bag of popcorn from a cabinet. She tossed it into the microwave, and moved back to the couch when it was done, flopping backward beside her best friend, and sitting the bowl between them.

They continued to watch the movie in comfortable silence. Indeed, life was good for Siobhan Smythe.


A/N, so, just a short one from the POV of one of my favourite characters, and again, thank you everybody who follows, favourites, reviews, or even just reads.

The short quote at the beginning is a section of lyrics from Mz. Hyde, by Halestorm. Due to Siobhan's strong connections to music as a theme and characteristic, every chapter where she is a key protagonist will begin with an inspiration song of sorts that connects with the chapter.

Now, yes, I recognise how Kara may have seemed ridiculously de-powered in the last chapter, and I know she would have been able to handle that situation easy, but I needed to write something, and I couldn't think of a different way to set it up.