Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"
Asheville, North Carolina
December 30, 2010
I was dressed in a pilot's uniform, my black hair pinned back underneath my hat. I was running through the plan in my head. Wait for Cheshire to board, take off, put the plain in auto pilot, suit up, force plane to crash in autopilot, jump out with Cheshire and wait with Nygma, the Shadows, and Mammoth. The pylons would trap the heroes, and we would take care of them. If Batman shows up, he's my obligation to take down. If all else fails, kill as many as I can before making my escape with Cheshire and Nygma. Mammoth and the shadows are an affordable loss. I received the notification on my holocomputer that Cheshire had arrived on the premises of the air port. All I had to do was stay in the cockpit while the crew outside ensured that the plane was fueled up and everything checked out.
"I'm here." I heard Jade's voice in my ear on the comm. "Put down the stairs so I can board when I get there." She said with the background chatter of some travelers in the background. It wasn't long before she boarded the plane, allowing me to bring up the stairs, and do one last round of checks before powering the engines. I got permission from the control towers and pulled onto the runway, Cheshire taking a seat I took off. Being at the helm of the plane, it didn't feel long at all before we were approaching the Smoky mountains. I set the plane on autopilot and stepped out of the cockpit.
"Go to the cockpit and take over the flight. I gotta change before we take a dive." I told Jade as I pulled my duffle out from a compartment in the floor before heading into the lavatory at the back of the plane. I didn't necessarily enjoy the new costume, but the members of the Light thought it fitting for my new role as their… kitten. When I emerged from the lavatory, I was dressed in a black crop top with jagged cut outs like slashes on my sides and a triangle cut out of the chest, just above the bust. The open areas almost framed my ribs as they stood out against the black. The shorts matched in black and were highwaisted with slashes running across the sides. The short black boots were perfectly formed to my own, allowing for stealth. Around my neck was a silver collar, even including a tag with the name "kitty". There was a utility belt around my waist and knives sheathed and strapped onto my thigh. My claws were already out and my hair was down, waves now formed from the braided bun I had as the pilot. A few strands of the front were pulled back out of my face and my eyes were lined with heavy dark and silver makeup. The final thing I secured in my hair was the black headband with cat ears. I thought it was ridiculous, but Klarion insisted.
"Fun. The cats are going to lead the brats into an ambush." Jade smiled as she saw me. I looked at her in confusion.
"The brats? Don't you mean the Young Justice?" I asked as she raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but stand confused, waiting for her to explain.
"Oh, right. You've never encountered them as Kitty." She spoke lowly, allowing me to retake my place in the pilot's seat. We were in the optimal range, so I brought down the nose of the plane. As I forces the plane down, I dodged between mountains and forced a crash landing. I activated auto pilot, and Cheshire and I hopped out, parachutes taking us to a higher ground from the crash. The female assassin and I took the case of Biotech and laid down in the snow, waiting for the heroes to engage the crash site. I was already tracking their Bioship from Luthor's satellite. It was a bit before their ship was floating in the air above as they came to investigate the plane crash. It had been long enough that all of the smoke and burning had subsided.
"How come Homeland Security and the NTSP aren't all over this?" The one I recognized as Kid Flash questioned as they all pushed through the rubble to investigate. He seemed awkward and nervous. I made the first move and began to descend the mountain with Cheshire and the case of biotech in tail.
"Cheshire's ID was a League alert. Authorities didn't pick it up and her jet didn't follow its flight plan. Flew under the radar. Literally. But the Watchtower auto tracked the jet and recorded the crash." As the young boy wonder spoke, faced dropped, but Kid Flash's turned sour. He seemed like there was something else he was angry about.
"Then why isn't the League here?" Rocket asked. This was something new, her presence being an unpredicted factor. We knew Icon was joining the Justice League, but not that his sidekick would join the band of misfit toys.
"Because our Boy Wonder has some mighty hacking skills and arranged to get the alert first." Zatanna explained, a sense of flirtation between her and Robin. I noticed Aqualad stand up, my head tilting in curiosity as the Atlantean began to speak.
"And because Cheshire and that case represent our unfinished business." He seemed poised but distracted as the clone threw a piece of the wing in frustration.
"Where are the bodies?" He asked angrily, looking around like they just had to be missing something, and he was right.
"Here's not one, but two." Cheshire stood up, facing them with the biotech case in hand. I stood up with her and got a good look at all of the Young Justice members. "And they are stunning." It started to bother me as the entire Team stared at me in worry and confusion. But that didn't matter once Nigma entered the ring. I heard his voice and looked up to his position.
"I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. What am I?" He snapped his fingers and giant pylons emerged from the snow. The activated with green energy, creating the force field to trap everyone inside. The shadows stood up in their polar stealth and Mammoth stepped up behind Nigma. "Come on, you can get this! I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I? I…"
"Am bush." Robin spoke in a low and angry tone. He seemed like one for jokes, as his file says so, but this wasn't one he was particularly enjoying.
"Didn't you think we'd be tipped you were on Cheshire's trail? We're tired of your interference, kiddies. This is the end game. Ordered from above and executed by their master strategist. Moi!" Nigma laughed ready to go. I was the first one to move. I leaped through the air and attacked Robin, knowing that I was best suited to outmatch the child strategist before his girlfriend and the speedster. The fought in silence as I matched every move from the Gotham hero. He'd punch and I'd block. He'd kick high and I'd swing low. I pounced and tackled him to the ground. I smiled as I slashed at him with my claws, managing to rake across his suit and draw for perfect lines of blood.
"Robin!" Zatanna screamed. "Ekahs siht ebolgwons!" She yelled and the snow flew into the air, forcing a blizzard as I attacked the boy.
"Wildcat! Stop! It's us!" He yelled, grabbing my wrists and flipping the scenario, pinning me to the ground. I just stared at him. "You're eyes…" He frowned, looking at the faded irises, the green almost gone, almost a pale turquoise. But I looked past him, seeing the clone flying with Mammoth in hand. Robin looked away, distracted by the revelation. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whipped him off me. I continued my assault as the Clone began to endanger his team, compromising the structural integrity of the mountain. But I didn't stop. I kept attacking.
"Wildcat!" Robin yelled, but I growled at him. Stepping up the battle with more ferocity and anger than before and the need to yell and scream arose in my heart.
"That's not my name! Stop calling me that!" I snarled, punching him in the jaw and throwing him back into the rocks. But he came right back and did his best to pin me again, checking the shining silver tag collar on my collar.
"They're calling you Kitty?" Robin questioned as I fought him. Rocks fell off in the distance as I dodged blow after blow with my slightly enhanced speed. I hissed at him, baring my teeth at him as I punched him in the stomach.
"Stop!" I heard an oddly familiar voice. My skin seemed like it was on fire as I looked over to see the infamous Kid Flash. "Sylvia." He said softly, and for a moment, I involuntarily stepped forward to him, curious about the word. Glancing upon him, I saw a face close to the one I found myself drawing in my sketchbooks. They same amount of freckles, the same red hair, even the same green eyes. Sometimes I drew him with a girl with raven black hair, hiding behind a camera. Her face was always covered, snapping a picture of him, whether he was eating cake or trying to kiss her in the drawings. She was so much smaller than him, just as I am to this boy before me.
"Who's Sylvia?" I asked, inching slowly to his newly outstretched hand. The way his hand reached out was so much like the pictures I drew of the red haired boy with the green eyes. But there was a sharp pain in my back and I went rigid, the ground beneath me opening up into a portal of a red and black swirling abyss. I fell in, it closing behind me and the Kid Flash sped over to try and catch me. I floated in a void for a moment before reappearing back in the lab with Klarion and a scientist.
"Time for your next treatment." Klarion smiled and I nodded quietly, slowly undressing down to my under garments and putting on a cotton gown without tying the back. I laid face down on the table and waited. I felt the cold hands of the scientist as he pulled back my hair from my neck and injected a syringe in the nape. I winced at the feeling, but I knew it was nothing compared to what would come next. My level of patience was barely tested before I felt the thicker needles piercing my skin all along my spine. After all the injections were over, I was allowed to rest. As I slowly lost consciousness, Savage entered the room.
"How did your mission go?" He asked softly, stroking my hair as I smiled.
"It wasn't as good as I expected. Klarion pulled me out before I could do any real damage." I sighed, yawing as the exhaustion pulled in my mind.
"That's alright, I instructed him to do so. It was all part of the plan." He continued to whisper to me, running his fingers through my hair as he encouraged my sleep. But something pulled at my mind. "What's wrong, my princess?" He questioned, still gently stroking my hair.
"One of them said a name before I was recalled." I looked up at his scarred face, his look one more gentle than his usual. "Who's Sylvia?" I asked, expecting him to get angry by me asking a question. But the exact opposite happened.
"Sylvia Wayne is a beautiful young woman who bad things happened to, but now she's being taken care of, the wrongs being corrected with rights." He crooned, giving me a rare smile before my eyes drifted closed, his hands leaving my hair, stroking my cheek only once. "Sleep well, princess. You'll need all the sleep you can get, tomorrow will be your very special day."