I have got to say that the whole escape was pretty entertaining. I got to team up with the sidekicks. They are surprisingly effective as a group. I was able to take a casual jog along with them, shooting taser rounds, dropping Genomorphs, and carrying an unconscious Superboy.
At one point, the head scientist at Cadmus, Devon or Dijon or something like that, drank an experimental serum that led to him losing his skin and turning into a giant blue monster. There was a good fight that happened as well. Superboy has woken up by this point and we talked him into helping us. Long story short, we dropped a building on blue face.
After that happened, the Justice League showed up to see why their apprentices had collapsed a building. However, the moment I saw Wonder Woman I started to hide and sneak away. There was a whole dialogue that I caught pieces of. They left the house when they were grounded. Superman, the baby's yours. All of that good wholesome fun.
I wasn't really paying attention, mind you. Most of my attention was focused on escaping from Wonder Woman without her ever being the wiser. Right when I was about to leave the rubble area, I hear her talk to me.
"Leaving so soon, Marcus?" she asks. I turn to see her have one of those sweet smiles which are secretly sinister on her face. I also notice that everyone else seems to either notice me or remember I was there in the first place.
"Oh, hey, Diana," I say. "Yeah, I thought it best I took off. This seems like League business and I don't want to intrude."
"Who's this guy?" I hear one of the Green Lanterns ask.
"This is a criminal wanted by Themiscyra," she says. "He invaded our island and will be standing trial for his crimes."
"Come on," I say. "That didn't count as invading. Trespassing, sure. I can see that. At most, it was an advanced recon mission to see if something I had lost happened to land on the island. How was I supposed to know men weren't supposed to go there?"
"There was a magical barrier," she says. "It should have been obvious."
"I am kind of an oblivious person," I say. "I didn't even take anything or hurt anybody. Then, out of the blue I might add, you start trying to beat six shades of shit out of me."
"I would have if you hadn't escaped into the water," she says. "I have been waiting for a chance to repeat that fight."
"It's not like I am going back to Themiscyra any time soon," I say.
"That's strange," Diana says. "Haven't you been to the island over three times. In this month alone."
Oh, shit. How did she know about that.
"You really think my mother wouldn't tell me about the boy my sister has been seeing for months," Diana says. "Apparently, Donna cannot shut up about the boy she has a crush on."
I notice that everyone seems to be watching this shit storm unfold like a telenovela. There was a gasp produced by the last revelation.
"First, damn it," I say. "Second, yes! Third..." I don't even say anything. I just start to fire a series of taser rounds at Diana. While she can deflect them easily, they still hurt like a son of a bitch to be hit with. Now that my distraction was employed, I bolt out of there, discarding my empty assault rifle for the sake of speed.
I am able to make it a few blocks before Diana lassoes my right foot and yanks me back. While in midair, she wraps the lasso around the rest of my body before grabbing me by my tactical vest. "Why are you constantly around my sister?" she asks in a growl.
Now, the lasso compels anyone under its magic to tell the truth. However, it can be resisted with loopholes. I have to say why I am around her so much. But I don't have to say the whole reason. I can just pick one of the many reasons. I just choose to pick the one I know will piss Diana off the most.
"Have you seen your sister?" I ask with a grin. "Whenever she bends down to pick something up, it is like I am having a religious experience. I mean, that ass."
Diana's face contorts in anger. This time, it is honestly quite justified. I practically told Diana that I want to have sex with her sister. While not wrong, I primarily see Donna as a great friend.
The reason I said what I did is because I knew that it would throw Diana off her game by breaking her focus with anger. I exploit this momentary advantage by head butting her. With the force of the impact, my helmet cracks. Wonder Woman's head snaps back and she drops me. I follow this up with a blast of atomic fire. I recently learned how to fire weaker streams from my eyes like an atomic laser vision. I like to think of it as a homage to the Man of Steel.
My blast shoot Diana down the street. Once she is out of the imminent vicinity, I get out of the lasso and start running again.
I am soon stopped by Superman landing in front of me. "Why are you running?" Superman asks.
"The princess back there is angry that I am friends with her sister," I say. "Also the fact that I pissed her off by saying I wanted to sleep with said sister. Now could you schooch like a foot to the side. I have to go that way."
"Batman asked me to stop you so we could talk civilly," Superman says.
"While I think that you guys are awesome, I can't take the chance of Diana getting her hands of me," I say. "So for this, I am sorry."
He starts to ask why I am apologizing when I place my hand on his shoulder and start draining the solar radiation suffusing his cells. While I am designed to function more off of the radiation from uranium and such, I can absorb solar in a pinch. Superman practically crumples after about ten seconds. I thought he would try and fight me or something, but I guess he was surprised it was happening.
"I'm sorry!" I shout as I run away. I full out sprint as quickly as I can to the Potomac River. While I feel a little better with some radiation in my system, I am still not at a hundred percent after my capture of Cadmus and rescuing Kong.
Fortune seems to favor me because I make it to the Potomac without anymore complications. At least, I think so until I see Aquaman rising from the water and stepping onto solid ground.
(While the Young Justice show uses the blond Aquaman, I prefer the Jason Momoa Aquaman more. I try and write the dialogue more for my preference.)
"You know that water stuff is kind of my whole thing, right?" Aquaman asks.
"Yeah, but I was hoping that I got here before you did," I say.
"You could always surrender," he suggests. "But you don't seem like the type."
"I can say the same for you as well," I reply. "Could we pretend like we fought and I slip past you?"
"On another day, probably," he says. "But this seems like a lot more fun after being a fish out of water with the whole blot out the sun thing we were just on."
"So, we're fighting?" I ask.
"Yeah, let's do it," he agrees.
I draw my katana from its sheath and shift into my fighting stance. Aquaman spins his trident with a flourish before doing the same.
At the same moment, we both bolt forward in a burst of motion. I swing my blade at his torso, but he deflects it with the shaft of his trident. He follows up with a counter by spinning and slamming the flat side of the trident's head into my side.
I am sent sailing into the river where he dives in after me. "Are you done yet?" he asks with a grin.
I pull off my damaged helmet because it is only impeding me in underwater combat. I take a nice breath of water and reply, "Why? The party is just getting started."
Aquaman seems surprised by me suddenly breathing water and controlling my position. But then his grin returns. "This is what I'm talking about!" he shouts in excitement. We shoot forward and resume the duel that began on the surface. The clashing of our weapons echoes off of the banks of the river as we trade blow after blow between ourselves.
I am surprised at the technique that he is demonstrating with his weapon of choice. While it may be a common instrument for a royal, he is wielding it with a degree of skill that outstrips anything that I have seen before.
On the bright side, I am no slouch with my blade either. After years of training and testing myself in Atlantean fight clubs, against Donna and the amazons, I am more than proficient in its use on land or sea.
But four years of practice cannot overwhelm someone who was trained from birth and has practice against supervillains. I am slowly losing against his superior experience.
At one point, Aquaman tried to use a shortcut during the fight a call some fish to help him out. I sent out a bio-acoustic pulse that scared them off by identifying myself as an apex predator.
After they got scared away, Aquaman seems expectant for a second before realizing that his fishy friends have abandoned him out of a very well developed sense of survival.
"Well, that sucks," he says.
"What is it?" I ask, playing stupid about the situation.
"I was trying to call some sharks to help me by distracting you during the fight, but they seem to have wandered off somewhere," he says. "That's never happened before."
"Really?" I ask. "I wonder why that happened. I guess we will never know who messed with your cavalry. Or do we?"
"I got to say, at this moment, my opinion of you is awesome," he says. He holds up one hand. "My opinion of Aqualad." He holds up a slightly lower hand. "You."
"Do you want to spice this up?" I ask. I shoot up to the surface of the river, performing a backflip before landing in a crouch on the top of the water.
Aquaman surfaces as well and stands on the water as well. "You can walk on water, too?" he asks. "How can you do that?"
"That would be telling, wouldn't it?" I ask with a grin.
"Oh, this just gets better and better," he says before sending a blast of water at me with wave of his trident.
I slice through it with my sword, a wave of force shooting forward and cleaving the water in half. "I can also use a little water magic," I say with a grin.
"Now, that was cool," Aquaman says before unleashing a series of attacks that push me to the edge of my ability. The difference in skill is really starting to show now. While I am incapable of landing a blow against Aquaman, he scores grazes and blunt blows galore.
Finally, I am hit back onto solid ground and Aquaman has his trident's prongs an inch from my throat. "That was great," he says. "I wish I could have two sidekicks. You would be great to train."
"Who says you can't?" I ask. Me and Aquaman seemed to be bro-ing it out during the fight, so I think I have a chance.
He thinks on it for a moment. "You are right," he says. "But I would probably get way too much shit since you aren't Atlantean."
"I am close enough, right?" I ask. "Breathing underwater, skilled in aquatic combat, controls water? Seems pretty Atlantean to me. Also, it could serve as the greatest prank ever."
"I'm listening," he says. He moves the trident from my throat and waits for me to give my pitch.
"Wonder Woman and Themiscyra hate me," I say. "This is an accepted fact. But if you start to train me, I am technically protected as an honorary citizen of Atlantis, right?"
"Sure," Aquaman says, unsure of where I am taking this.
"That would mean that none of the Amazons would be able to attack me since they would not want to start up another war with Atlantis like in the past," I say. "Furthermore, I have experience dealing with the Amazons. This means that I would be a shoe in for the ambassador to Themiscyra."
"You would, wouldn't you," Aquaman says. He is starting to see what is am planning.
"Now, since I am protected by Atlantis and I am the official ambassador, I would have to be at Themiscyra regularly and they would not be able to attack me in any way, shape, or form that could be interpreted as assault," I say. "That would drive them nuts. A man, whose Atlantean, as well as probably going to soon be dating their princess, is going to be traipsing around their island while being untouchable. It would be the best way to mess with them."
I am hinging my entire persuasive effect on the animosity that Amazon's and Atlanteans hold for each other. Even though I heard Aquaman is not a full-blooded Atlantean, he probably holds a grudge as well as the rest of them, especially because he has to deal with them since he is the king.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Aquaman says. "Wonder Woman is going to hate this."
"How fast do you think it will be before the stress translates to grey hairs?" I ask.
"Oh, I am going to love every second of this," he says.