Recognized: Black Canary, 1-3
Nightwing, in his room at the time, looked at his watch. It only read eleven thirty. Canary was early by half an hour. The leader went to go check why. Canary has a reputation for being on time, if not a few minutes early, but half an hour was a bit much.
The black haired vigilante met with the blonde at the zeta tube. "Hey BC."
"Hi Nightwing, may I speak to you privately?" Dinah looked dead serious, only keeping a polite overtone to wash away worry.
"Sure," Nightwing agreed and started walking towards one of the soundproof rooms of the Cave.
Once there Canary closed the door firmly and faced Nightwing. "I've been informed there's a new member on your team."
"Yeah, Avery."
"I'm not questioning your choice of members, but I want to speak to her myself. Batman told me of her past and I want to make sure she's of sound mind. I'll tell you every conclusion I come to, of course."
Nightwing nodded in thought, "Fair enough."
"Good, I'll talk to her after training." Canary opened the door and started heading to the training platform. "Now let's see how much everyone's learned since last time."
.:Back to Life:.
Every member of the Team stood around the computer-run training platform in uniform. The only exception was Avery, standing in a plain green sweater and shorts with tennis shoes. Her glasses were temporarily replaced with plain contacts that kept her real eye color intact.
Black Canary stood in the center of the platform, "I hope you've all been practicing since the last lesson."
Small mumbles of agreement were heard along with a murmur of guilt or two.
The Leaguer chuckled and continued, "Let's begin then. Avery?"
The mentioned teen nodded.
"Let's see what you've got," Canary slid into a relaxed fighting position and waited.
Avery stood, wide-eyed for a moment, before Impulse pushed her onto the platform. The speedster nodded and shot her a thumbs up.
The black haired girl slid into a position mirroring Canary's. Once Canary started circling, so did Avery. Seeing that Canary wasn't going to make the first move, Avery tried. She charged, seeming to be going for the blonde's left side before faking and going to the right. Canary anticipated it and sidestepped before hitting Avery in her exposed abdomen. Avery fell on all fours as she tried to control her breathing. The computer dished out a "Fail" in the meantime.
With a new determination she got back up and charged again, only to have Canary drop and knock out her legs out from under her. Another "Fail" was delivered. Avery scrambled up again, still catching her breath that had been once again knocked out of her.
Avery rolled her shoulders before charging again with a new determination lighting her eyes. Canary struck out and hit Avery right in her left shoulder. A sharp crack could be heard that made Avery fall to the platform with a small cry of pain.
Eyes widened from the sideline as Canary relaxed from her fighting position and approached Avery carefully. "Are you alright?" Canary asked softly. Injuries came with the job, newcomers had to learn that, but it would take a little time to adjust.
Avery's head snapped up before lashing out with her foot much like Canary did before. She managed to snag the blonde's ankle and trip her.
As Canary fell Avery responded, "Perfectly fine."
Before hitting the floor Canary managed to flip herself back into a standing position before a "Fail" could be given to her. "Collarbone?" Canary asked as she crossed her arms, appraising what had just taken place.
"Correct," Avery moved her sweatshirt's collar to show her rapidly mending bone. "Pushing my shoulder further into the hit broke it. After the initial healing it was easy enough to push past the pain and make my own move."
Canary stood in silence as she watched Avery's bone finish mending; it took a little over a minute. "Hurting yourself for an opportunity to strike isn't smart, even if you do heal at a remarkable rate," With that Canary dismissed Avery and started pairing up other members to practice as she observed.
Avery sat on the sideline, absentmindedly rubbing her collarbone. Impulse sat next to her and pulled out a granola bar from the "cabinet" built into his costume. He placed it on her crossed knee with a friendly smile.
The newcomer accepted the food her body was asking for with a thank you. She remembered Nightwing mentioning that Impulse already knew about her, including her need for food after healing. Maybe somebody knowing about her wasn't so bad after all.
.:Back to Life:.
The day of training came to a close after many failures and successes with trying out new moves or deflecting said moves.
Canary dismissed everyone to go have lunch while she pulled Nightwing aside into a soundproof room once again.
"Everyone has progressed from last time. Avery on the other hand is raw, untrained. At most, the only fighting she's ever done is on the street against untrained thugs. She relies on her healing entirely too much in a fight," Canary got straight to the point on her assessment of the day.
"She's eager to learn though, even you can see that," Nightwing pointed out.
"True, but that's why she must be trained correctly so as not to learn improper techniques."
"Agreed, now is that all?" Nightwing was at the door, ready to go eat lunch himself.
"Yes, please send Avery back here when she's done," With that Canary sat down in the familiar green chair and began waiting.
It only took a few minutes for Avery to open the door and step in, "You wanted to see me?"
Canary cleared her throat and offered the seat across from her, "Yes, I wish to talk to you."
Avery settled into the green seat, "About what exactly?"
An even gaze was Canary's response until she opened her mouth, "You."
A/N: Hi there readers, first thing I want to address is the number of reviews from last chapter. Only four, which is a little disappointing to say the least. This story continues to increase in popularity, much to my own surprise, but I do wish to recieve feedback to know I'm going in a pleasing direction with the story.
Well here's my little weekly post, I apologize for any mistakes as my Beta is busy. Therapy session next chapter. As this story and YJ both progress I'm realizing how much I'm slowly but surely bashing canon in the face. Even as so, I'm not going to stop with said canon-bashing because I have a specific plan for this story that you will eventually learn as the reader.
On a side note, I scared the crap out of myself this morning because I dyed my blonde hair black and red last night. When I went to the bathroom I looked in the mirror and saw my new hair (which I love to death) and scared myself so bad I screamed. That is all, have a nice day.
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