Hey guys! It's Bingie! I haven't been updating lately because of distractions, and stuff. You would've thought with exams over that I'd update more, but teachers took advantage of our relaxation and whammed up with tests, homework, etc. It. Sucks. But here I am! On a Thorsday night, writing for you guys! I won't update Of Bullets and Footsteps until Friday, incase you were wondering. I feel that weekends are the main time when I'm like, "WOO! LETS DO THIS." And then start writing. I'd also like to thank a friend (I guess? I don't know.) from another site for giving some constructive criticism and yeah. Thanks dude. Anyways, lets begin!

Disclaimer: I only own Monday!

Monday was sitting on Jason's couch watching movies when he walked into the room and said,"Hey, so how'd you get your powers?"

Monday raised an eyebrow. It was a peculiar question from nowhere. Jason had sat down on the worn down leather couch and crossed his arms. "Well? Are you mute or something?'

Monday rolled her eyes. "FIne you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Well, you know what a meta-gene is right?"

"Yes."

"That's why I have my powers."

"You're the most unspecific person ever."

"I don't want to explain science to you."

"Why not?"

"Because. Reasons."

"Because you don't know science?"

"Yes."

"Pfft, inferior mind."

Monday spit on Jason's arm, with pride.

"Ew! That's disgusting," he complained and wiped the spit off of his arm.

Monday grinned, feeling as if she had won. But let us delve deeper into why she has the powers she does.

"Mistah J, are you sure this is safe?" a young Harley Quinn asked, holding a syringe and hovering over a baby girl with brown hair and eyes that were bright blue.

"Of course, Harley! I wouldn't harm the poor kiddo, now would I?"

Harley was quiet for a moment, choosing her words carefully.

"Of course not, Puddin'."

"That's what I thought, now just give her a bit of that formula in the syringe there and your daughter will be able to do neat... Tricks."

Harley smiled, excited. She didn't know that the baby would catch fire. She just thought maybe the baby girl would do a neat magic trick, or talk! No, the brunette infant burst into bright red flames several days later. The cradle the baby was in caught fire and quickly Harley splashed a bucket of water over the crib and the flames died. The infant thing that shocked both the Joker and Quinn was that she was alive. They had no idea about little Monday's meta-gene. The gene adapted itself to the poison injected into Monday's bloodstream. The concoction was flame resistant, but combined with the right environment it was really flammable. Her organs, skin, bones, etc. absorbed the flame resistant qualities of this poison and let the rest flow in her bloodstream. The brain began adapting to the chemical and began making a natural form of it to flow into her blood, and when she wanted she could control the chemical to ignite itself. There is nothing magical about her powers, just science.

Monday sighed. She didn't like her powers sometimes. They just... Got in the way. They were connected to emotions. She sometimes wished she was like the others, who could control their emotions better. Who didn't have power linked to emotion. She felt sympathy for M'gaan because she knew how it felt to be powerless against your abilities and unable to control them. Maybe that's why she became Cyanide. To be able to lose control, but yet still feel like it's control. Burning people alive was not control. But yet as Cyanide, it did. She had stitches, and had been away from the hospital for a day and now she's getting all thinky-thinky. It was 10 pm. Jason had left a few minutes earlier to go after some drug dealers or collect his money. Maybe tonight she could go as Cyanide. Just this once.

The white-to-black haired girl snatched her box and changed clothes and painted the face. She was ready to head out in 20 minutes and she grinned. Not a happy grin though, a malicious, evil, up to no good grin. Like any other vigilante she took to the rooftops, walking across the edges like balance beams and spotting out for trouble.

That night Cyanide would have killed 3 men and a woman. The men were pimps, a murderer, and a rapist. The woman was a drug addict who beat her son. How did she find the woman? Monday's friend weren't restricted to the team, you know. She had once met a little girl who had an older sister. The older sister lived in Chicago, but the girl was stuck in Gotham. The mom beat and swore at this 14 year old and Cyanide took matters into her own hands. She blew the woman's brains into the wall.

That night she went home, music playing in her headphones. It was I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons. She pondered for a moment. Slowly she related to the song. She killed people tonight. Murdered them. Oh God! She took the path no one wanted for her. She let them down. She tried to quietly sneak into the apartment when a voice answered her unwanted attention.

"What the hell do you think you're doing."

Monday turned around and took her headphones off. She was greeted by an angry Jason.

"What were you doing out there?"

"..."

"Monday answer me."

"..."

"Monday, talk now. Now."

"No."

"Why no-"

"Because you're not my father. You're not my brother. You're just some guy who took in a kid who is practically an orphan. You are not family. You cannot-"

"I know. But I can blow your brains onto the wall in a minute."

"But you won't."

"I know. Just saying I can."

"I killed 4 people..."

"Depends on who they were."

"A drug dealer, a murderer, a rapist, and a child abuser."

"Then you're okay. I don't give a fuck. They were demons from hell. They're gone now, because you got rid of them."

Monday was silent.

"Now go get that paint off your face and go to sleep. It's 2 am."

Monday felt relief wash over her as she went to the bathroom and washed away the paint.

But one thing still nagged. What would Bart think?