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New people! Evan McColluch is the second Mirror Master in the comics
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"Wally!" Owen shouted from across the school parking lot.
Wally smiled to himself. Three weeks had gone by since the last time he had seen his friends and he had honestly missed them. His uncle was still being a complete and total jackass and Wally was suppose to have absolutely no contact with The Rogues. He had become even more psychotically strict about it in the last two weeks. But...Owen wasn't a Rogue, Right?
"Hey, Owen? How's it goin?" Wally asked as the little boy approached him.
"Good I s'pouse. Daddy and the guys said - and Lisa - said that I gotta give you this," Owen declared, holding out a white envelope.
Owen waited patiently while Wally opened it.
"Dear Wally,
Please come to Central City Jewelers after school today.
- J and H."
Wally looked at Owen, who smiled in return.
"I'm your guide," he claimed, holding his hand out to Wally. Wally thought about it. Bart had skipped school after a long night, Don and Dawn were on a GT field trip, and Jesse and Jenny wouldn't rat him out if they saw him.
"Gimme a sec, alright?"
Wally pulled out his phone and hit call.
"Yo?" Roy answered.
"If my uncle calls I'm at your house, alright?"
"Sure, sure man,"
"Thanks, Buddy,"
"No problem,"
Wally hit the 'end call' button. He liked having friends.
After shooting Barry a quick text, Wally extended his hand to Owen.
"So...you liking The Rogues?" Wally questioned.
"Sure. My old dad made me get straight A's and he wouldn't let me have friends over or eat whatever I wanted and our house had to look really clean but my Daddy don't care about none of that stuff. I love it there!"
Wally smiled at Owen as a spark of jealousy lit his chest. His own new living arrangements were not going that well. At all.
"Made any friends at school?"
"Yeah! Jake. He's my friend. We hang out and stuff. I miss Ally and Samantha though," Owen sighs.
"Who're they?"
"My girlfriend's. I didn't even get to say goodbye," Owen said longingly.
"I'm sorry," Wally murmurs.
Owen shrugs and then sighs dramatically.
"I hate walking home! Sammy won't gimme a mirror gun like J.J. and Hart. I personally think I'm old enough."
"How old are you?" Wally questions.
"Eight, almost nine. Daddy let's me throw boomerangs with 'em. But not the one's that s'plode, just the sharp one's. I broke a window last week, but Daddy and Lenny said it was all good. My old dad would've been mad,"
Wally nodded. His dad encouraged using his super speed for everything. Trips to the grocery store, trips to Italy for good pizza, trips to rob businesses. Barry was more 'conceal don't feel unless you got a red suite on' with the ability.
"You gonna be a Rogue?"
"It's my dream," Owen sighed dreamily before smiling brightly.
"At last!" Owen exclaimed at the sight of the Central City Jewelers building.
Owen ran straight to the window and waved happily to absolutely no one. Wally was almost positive Owen had lost his mind for a brief moment.
Until a hand reached through the window and grabbed the boys outstretched hand and pulled him into the glass.
Ugh, not Mirror Master. Wally hated the mirror verse. Why couldn't his uncles supervillans drive cars like normal people?
Steeling himself, Wally walked forward and dipped his hand into the window. A hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him in.
(..)(..)
Evan McCulloch absolutely hated Central City. He missed his home in the McColloch orphanage in Scotland.
His foster mother had thought that he was in need of a change after IT had happened, so she shipped him off to America.
Not just America. Yank filled Central City, Missouri.
"Home a The Flash! A superhero! Mebe you'll get ta meet em!" Mamma had said.
The Hell if Evan cared.
Evan hated everyone and everything in this town. His foster family, the Rathaway's, were rich and incredibly hateful. Rachel Rathaway had started fostering children after the 'loss' of her son. Kid ran away, wasn't dead.
They thought that since they struggled with disabled children, they could help troubled children as well.
Yeah right.
Rachel and Osgood were not even in America right now!
Evan, the oldest at 17, had declared himself 'in charge' while the Rathaway's were away.
That's why he was attempting to get six children ready for school.
"Where's my shoes?" Lizzie shouted.
"I can't find my backpack!" Paul complained.
"I want cereal!" Anna whined.
"I wanna go to school too!" Jerrie Rathaway, the eleven year old remaining Rathaway child, declared angerly.
"Ye can't," Evan sighed, running the spiking jell through Axel's hair.
"Why not?!"
"Cuz your retarded," Axel said.
Evan smacked the side of the little boy's head.
"Shuddup," He murmured.
Jerrie stuck her tongue out at the younger child.
Axel Walker was probably Evan's favorite. He was a mouthy little shit, but that was to be expected with the kid's background.
"The buss is here!" Sarah declaimed.
Great. They were gonna be late.
Again
(..)(..)
"How was 'school'?"
Roy flinched. His dad was still home.
And sober.
"I was at mom's," Roy shrugged, throwing his bag containing his Speedy uniform on to the couch.
He'd slept over at Ollie's after patrol last night. Ollie even drove him to school this morning. Roy hadn't actually went in the unholy building, but it was the thought that counted.
"Called her. Ain't seen you in almost a month. You best try again," Will growled.
"Fine. I was out at a party and I just passed out there, alright?" Roy grumbled out.
"Who's?" His father questioned.
"Deanie Smark's," Roy shrugged.
"Deanie's been locked up for two weeks," Jim, his uncle, called from the kitchen.
"I have had about enough of your lyin lately. And where the Hell is my money?" Will seethed.
Oh...the money from the 10K in heroin his dad had given him to sell?
Ollie had found it in his backpack and Roy had lied and told him he confiscated it from some dope head and didn't know what to do with it. Roy had stood there while Ollie had poured all of his cartel literally down the drain while he mentally sobbed.
If Ollie and Dinah only knew how messed up there sidekicks were.
Speaking of that, he should really check on his self proclaimed 'little sister' sometime.
"I'll get it," Roy mumbled.
"Just give me back the dope and I'll sell it my damn self. You can't even earn your lyin ass keep around here anymore," Will growled.
"Cool it, Willy. You really think Roy's been stealin from ya?" Jim questioned.
"I ain't been stealin from you, Dad" Roy promised.
"Then give me the dope," Will said.
"I...lost it," Roy mumbled.
"What?" Will asked calmly.
Calm was so much worse than angry.
"The BW's jumped me. Seven guys. I been trying to get our cash back. S'where I been, I swear," Holy shit, what did Roy just do.
The BW's were a street gang, and a large one, led by Daniel Brickwell. They were also the Harper's only real competition in Star's drug corporation. He was untouchable, every attempt by the Arrow clan to stop him had failed miserably. Basically, Brick was screwing with Speedy and Roy simultaneously.
Bastard.
Will's face became the definition of red.
"Those bastards are messing with my son? My cartel? In MY city?! I own this fuckin town!" Will exclaimed, "That big ass freak has it comin for sure!"
Grabbing there jackets off the wall, Jim and Will promptly stormed out of the house hollering a quick "Don't leave and don't let nobody in!" to Roy.
This was bad.
Pulling out his phone he typed a quick message to his girlfr- his friend.
You: you busy
J.C.: Not particularly. Why do you ask?
You: i think i just fucked up big time
J.C.: What else is new. I'll be there in 20.
You: you the best
J.C.: Obviously
(..)(..)
"I missed you!" James declared, throwing his arms around Wally as he emerged from the walk in mirror.
Wally hugged James back, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes at the other boy.
"Good to see you guys too, James,"
It was good to see James and Hartley. He really had missed his friends.
"Did you consider our offer?" Hartley asked, balancing Josh on his right hip.
"I'm still thinking," Wally shrugged, "speaking of which, where are all the rest The Rogues?"
"Sleeping it off. They had a party after we successfully robbed 5th Street Bank in Keystone last night." Hartley shrugged.
"Mark danced on the table," Owen laughed.
"We need to hang out sometime! Its been like forever!" James smiled.
Wally frowned. It had been forever.
"What about tomorrow night?
"Alright" Hartley smiled.
"Hey," Roy greeted.
"You messed up?" Jade questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Kind of. I think I just started a turf war by accident."
(..)(..)
"Who's locker is this?" Evan questioned, ripping open the gym locker with the colored dots on it. It was number 173 and that was the number Lou in the office gave him earlier that day after he had switched from media to athletics.
"James Jesse," A redhead kid, the last person in the room besides Evan himself, called as he walked out the door.
Alone at last, Evan began to explore his new accommodation.
Okay, he dug though James Jesse's shit.
All that was in his gym bag was shorts, neon yellow shoes, a rubber chicken, and...holy shit.
A gun.
Wait, no..not a gun. It looked like a gun, but it had this weird ass shiny box on the front..
Odd.
(..)(..)
"Can Wally sleep over at my house?...yeah...no at all...yes, sir...oh, no nothing like that...yes...thank you!" Roy smiled, clipping his cell phone shut.
"We are in business," the red head exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.
"Where where exactly is your friend really at?" Cameron, Roy's sorta friend, groaned, leaning back against Roy's kitchen table.
Roy rattled off the address Wally had told him earlier as he typed the all clear message to Wally.
"Wait, he's with The Rogues?" Cameron said, sitting up abruptly.
"I dunno," Roy shrugged.
"Don't mention that you're with me. Cold is like my dad's bestie, and I ain't suppose to leave the house while he's in Bialia.." Cameron muttered.
"Wally says it's just James and Harley? Hardley? I don't know what his name is," Roy shrugged.
"Hartley," Cameron corrected.
"You supervillan kids run in the same circles?" Roy laughed.
"Hell yeah," Cameron said, "How do you think I know the girls?"
"Your dad and their dad murder people together," Roy shrugged.
"You're funny," Cameron deadpanned.
"Where are the girls anyway?" Roy murmured. "J.C. left like an hour ago!"
J.C. appaently had some great idea on how to fix all his problems that he had told her the night before.
"Arty said something about a cat suite and some glow in the dark spray paint," Cameron shrugged.
"Are they stopping a turf war or shooting a fetish video?" Roy groaned.
"If it makes you feel better, I think they have a good chance of keeping Brick from getting riled up. He respects their parents a lot, so he might listen to their voice of reason. Or he may flip out and come to destroy you're whole family. You got a 50/50 chance either way," Cam said.
"Gee, thanks, Mahkent," Roy snapped.
"Anytime," Cameron smirked.
(..)(..)
"Wait, you two are actually friends with Icicle Junior?" Wally laughed, leaning back on two legs in a kitchen chair in the Rogues kitchen.
"Stop that. And sure. Supervillain's tend to run in the same circles. Not that we have many options, of curse, due to the fact that we are criminals. Plus, its good to form connections early, for future crimes we might need help committing," Hartley nodded.
"Yeah! We know Ravager, Tigris, Chesh, the Terrors, Cop-"
"We are not friends the hickabilly twins," Hartley said firmly.
"Okay, not them! But the other twins!" James sighed dramatically.
Hartley stared blankly at James.
"The Cobra cult twins?"
"James, where do you even meet these people?"
(..)(..)
Evan studied the gun carefully as he stood in the alley behind the school.
Steeling himself, he took aim at a trashcan and fired.
A bright light shot from the gun, hitting the his mark dead on.
"Huh," Evan muttered, walking over to examine the damage.
He didn't see and bullet holes, but the light had hit it, no doubt.
"Piece'a shit," Evan swore, throwing the gun at the dumpster.
As soon as it hit the can, it disappeared.
Into thin air.
Amazed, Evan ran to the garbage bin and reached out to feel the surface. His fingertips dipped into the reflective metal, disappearing from sight.
(..)(..)
"That dress is hideous," Roy sighed as he lay across his living room couch. It was 12:53 A.M. and the girls were still not back, so he and Cameron had decided to numb their minds with television to keep themselves from worrying.
"No it's not. She looks hot in it," Cam argued.
"She looks like a giant duck,"
"No she don't. Look, her mom likes it too, she's crying,"
"Yeah, because the dress is so awful its making her eyes water,"
"What are you two doing," A voice barked right behind them, causing both boys to jump.
"Watching the Say Yes To The Dress mega Monday marathon?" Cam sighed.
"Looooosers," Jade crooned, jumping over the back of the couch and landing directly in the middle of the boys.
"Yeah, yeah. How did it go?" Roy asked nervously.
"About that," Jade laughed.
"We may have a slightly bigger problem than we originally did," Artemis sighed irritably.
"A bigger problem?! How!?" Roy gagged, jumping to his feet.
Artemis and Jade shared a look over the back of the couch.
"Well..." Jade began.
Gotta love the extreme amount of side stories and the Crock sisters.
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