Disclaimer: If Young Justice was mine, Klarion would make the whole Team wear tutus and dance like ballerinas.
|MOUNT JUSTICE
|February 19, 18:29 EST
"Do you like Jaime?"
Emerald eyes blinked once, startled by the question and Cynthia refrained from turning around as she plopped down on the wooden bench, grabbing her shirt while her mind flashed with different images; dark chocolate eyes, an awkward hispanic teen smiling down at her; stumbling over his words as he attempted to make conversation.
The ends of her lips curled downwards, and she tugged the shirt over her head. "I don't like Blue Beetle."
Cassie hummed in acknowledgement, her back facing the other blonde as she stood near the bench in the girls' locker room. "Really?" She arched a brow, a smug smirk on her face. "Gar told me you asked Jaime out a few days ago~"
Cynthia smoothed out her shirt, snorting. "It wasn't like that at all, Cassie." She picked up her black tight pants off the floor, tugging them on with a pull. "I don't have any feelings for Blue Beetle. Logan shouldn't stick his nose in other people's business."
"Aw, come on!" Cassie seated herself down as well, running her fingers across the golden W of her sleeveless tee. "There must be someone you like."
Combing her fingers through her hair, Cynthia visibly slumped her shoulders, dropping her hands into her lap, and peeked backwards from the corners of her eyes, a lazy smile touching her lips as she looked ahead again, cheeks slightly warm. "Well, there is someone that I like."
At that, Cassie's interest sparked even more, blue eyes shining as she beamed without turning around. "Who is it?"
"I-I can't tell." Cynthia let out a stammer, idly swinging her boot clad feet. "I don't think the other person feels the same way."
Cassie giggled, cooing loudly while Cynthia blushed, eyelids falling shut as she smiled, basking in the sound of the amazon's giggles as if it they were music to her ears. Fumbling with the soft fabric in her hands, Cassie chewed her bottom lip, ocean blue hues warm as she began softly, "I kinda like someone too." She breathed out softly.
Cynthia found her eyes snapping open, her lips pressing into a thin line as her back went rigid. "Really?" She responded casually, this strange feeling begging to curl in the pit of her stomach. "Can you tell me who it is?"
There was a minute of silence as Cassie tugged on her shirt as well, before Cynthia felt the other girl lean against her, back pressed with hers as Cassie lulled her head back a little too, blue eyes turning towards the arched ceiling of the locker room.
"Robin." Wonder Woman's protégé sighed dreamily, warmth pooling in her chest. "I like Robin."
The name of the masked boy seemed to hit Cynthia's face like a slap; pain pricking her temples as she silently gazed ahead, staring into empty space, hurt flashing across her face before she steeled her swirling emotions, attempting to keep her thoughts in check, yet her nails dug into the bench beneath them and she swallowed an unknown lump in her throat.
"Oh," she uttered, swallowing the loathe wanting to drip from her tone. "What do you like about him?"
"Everything," Cassie released another dazed sigh, clasping her hands together as her eyes fell close, imagining as if Batman's protégé was standing just before her, that soft smile on his lips with the scent of his cologne lingering around her. "Robin is— perfect! He's smart, handsome, brave, talented... He's-he's..." She searched for a word; a word that would be able to do justice with his great persona. "I love everything about him."
Heart swelling in her chest, Cynthia parted her lips, only to slam them shut for no response came to her mind.
She doesn't feel the same way.
The only thing that came was this unidentified feeling in the pit of her stomach, gnawing as she abruptly stood up, Cassie letting out a small 'oomph' as she fell backwards, lying on the bench, golden locks splayed around her head while blue eyes peered upwards, perplexed.
Green eyes hardening, Cynthia pinned the other girl with a heated glare, sliding the sheath of her sword over her back as she turned on her heel, sunny hair swishing behind her.
"We should get going now."
|QURAC
|February 19, 19:02 UTC+2
Cynthia Watson was many things; she was arrogant, rude, untrusting even, but right now— right now she was in pain. There was a strange numbness in her chest, her body slumped back into the bioship's inorganic chair, green eyes peering out into the vastness of the empty desert, the moon glinting the sand spread over the earth while her heart ached endlessly, many emotions swimming in her mind as she failed to grasp anyone of them.
She let out a wistful sigh, mind racing back to Cassie's words. And as much as Cynthia would hate to admit, the amazon was right. Robin was perfect. He was all the things she could only wish she could be. He was nice, friendly, kind; while she was cold, untrusting, distant. But not to Cassie; to her, Cynthia was everything she actually was. With Cassie, there was no facade, with her, Cynthia felt at ease, at home, even more than she ever felt with Life.
But of course, Robin was better than her, in everything, in every way and she hated him for it.
"Mystica."
The girl jerked in her seat, green eyes blinking once, then gazing upwards, meeting the holographic screen. Nightwing stared back, his gaze set on her, observing her features as he tried to somehow read through her face, wanting to know what was going on in her mind.
She narrowed her eyes, realizing his intentions. "Yes, Nightwing?"
He eyed her criticality, catching an unrecognizable emotion flash across her face, but he ignored, turning towards all the females boarding the ship, gaining their attention instantly. "Investigating the origin of the alien bomb that destroyed the krolotean invasion force is still a high priority. We suspect it was smuggled to earth via boom tube. Watchtower's sensor scans of Bialya have recorded an uptake in boom tube activity." He said solemnly, the whites of his mask narrowing into slits.
"Alpha squad, your mission is to—"
Mystica scowled, watching as Wonder Girl perked up, interrupting the former Robin unconsciously. "Sneak behind enemy lines, recon known boom tube hot spots and find alien tech matching the bomb. And we can't get caught or create an international incident." The amazon beamed brightly, visibly vibrating in her seat with great excitement as she clicked the center of her chest, the broad golden W fading into a dark shade of silver.
Blue hues peered upwards, sparkling as she added, "right?" In return, Nightwing cracked a smile, nodding in approval. "That about covers it."
Her fingertip brushing against the smooth italic M emblazoned on her chest, Mystica watched in great fascination as the dark purple of her shirt flickered into a midnight black, the yellow highlights disappearing into silvery gray ones. She uncurled her fists, gazing at her open hands, white masking tape wrapped around her calloused palm and fingers, hiding the black scars beneath them.
Shoulders squared, Miss Martian fixed Nightwing with a look, "And Psimon?"
"We have confirmation that Bialya's telepathic enforcer is still catatonic in a Quaraci hospital. After his last encounter with you." He answered, Miss Martian frowning deeply. "But Bialya's dictator, Queen Bee, is another story. Her ability to control the minds of men is why Alpha is an all female squad for this mission."
The corners of her mouth quirking upwards into a smirk, Batgirl folded her arms over her chest, seeming unimpressed. "And would you have felt the need to justify an all male squad for a given mission?" She inquired teasingly.
Nightwing blinked, unexpected glares being directed his way before he coughed awkwardly, and suddenly he was shoved away, the heroines watching, amused when Death's face appeared on the screen before them, the dark haired young woman offering them all a tight smile.
"Hey, guys!" Death smiled broadly, face mask tugged down her neck. "You left in a hurry so I didn't get to talk to you all."
"Hey, girl." Bumblebee grinned broadly, Death awarding her with a smile as her gaze shifted from her to Batgirl, the redhead smirking before silver eyes landed on Miss Martian, the emerald skinned beauty staring with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Megan," Death regarded the martian, "since I couldn't make it on this mission, it's your duty to look after Wonder Girl and Mystica."
Miss Martian arched a brow, but nodded nonetheless while Wonder Girl pounded a fist onto a dashboard, glaring upwards. "Hey! Me and Cyn can take of ourselves." She protested, swiveling in her seat, facing the other blonde seated at the far end of the ship. "Right, Cynthia?"
All eyes snapped in the direction of the said girl, but she was peering outwards, jaw tight and arms folded, reluctant towards the conversation taking place around her. Wonder Girl tilted her head sideways, calling her name with furrowed brows. "Cynthi—"
"Mystica," Death deadpanned, slim brows furrowing when her protégé lifted her chin up, nails digging in her crossed arms as a scowl graced her features. "Yeah, mom. I heard you loud and clear." Mystica glared, voice laced with sarcasm.
Death gazed down at her, a thoughtful look on her face before she brushed off the snide comment from the younger girl, a warm smile touching her lips. "Good luck, alpha." She awarded them with a bright, cheery smile and added. "And be careful. Death out."
The holographic screen disappeared, and Bumblebee swiveled in her chair, facing Mystica, dark eyes unamused. "That's no way to talk to your mentor," she chided, pausing as green eyes studied her, then narrowed, Mystica peering out the window again, thinking against in responding to the older female.
Miss Martian shared a look with Batgirl, the redhead merely bouncing her shoulders while Wonder Girl continued staring flatly, watching as Bumblebee straightened in her seat, grumbling about disrespectful teenagers.
|BIALYA
|February 20, 00:12 UTC+2
Deserts were scorching hot during the daytime, yet at night, they were absurdly cold; an eerie silence everywhere as creatures of the night slithered around in the sand dunes, feeding off their prey while the moon sailed through the pitch black sky, showering whatever land lay beneath it in pure, dim white light. Albeit tonight, there was the whirring and purring of engines in the Bialyan desert as enormous trucks, filled with who knows what, made their way inside a large hidden facility.
Her palm spread flat against the cool sand, Mystica dug her fingers inside it, inhaling and exhaling silently, attempting to calm her nerves but she blinked, muscles tensing as a strong hand landed on her shoulder, squeezing softly and she shifted, green eyes meeting blue irises.
Wonder Girl offered a bright, friendly smile, seating herself beside the other blonde, but stared quizzically as Mystica shrugged her hand off, shooting her an icy glare that Cassie mostly saw her giving to the people around her.
A frown curled her lips as she tipped her head sideways, "Cynthia, is everything alri—"
"What's the plan?" Mystica's thoughts cut in quickly, turning towards the elder females in the group. Wonder Girl's frown deepened while Miss Martian began calmly, instructing everyone their roles as they all sat hidden behind enormous sand dunes, the facility organized far away from them.
"Batgirl, you take the north hangar."
The scarlet haired beauty nodded, Miss Martian glancing over at Bumblebee who shrank down quickly. "I'll take the south. Bee will take the middle." Her gaze drifted towards Mystica, the young girl's emerald eyes cold like steel, staring at her, her muscles taut and back rigid.
Miss Martian mulled over the idea of sending her in or not, but then settled for a quick decision. "Mystica, can I trust you for the middle portion as well?"
The girl answered with a firm nod, and the martian let out a small hum, setting her with a cautious stare. "Then it's settled; Mystica is going in the middle as well." She turned to Bumblebee, "Bee, you're going to go with her."
Green hues sharpened as Bumblebee whizzed up in the air, a frown marring Mystica's lips as the tiny sized woman sat down on her shoulder, giving a thumbs up. "I'll keep Miss-Angry-Pants under watch." She smirked teasingly, patting Mystica's cheek.
"And me?!" Wonder Girl inquired enthusiastically, excitement radiating off her in waves. "What am I gonna do?"
Miss Martian spared her a glance, "Wonder Girl, hold position."
The amazon stared flatly, letting the command absorb in, before her brows knitted together in confusion. "What?! Why can't I go in?!"
Bumblebee shrugged, still perched on Mystica's shoulders. "'Cause you're Wonder Girl, not Stealther Girl." She smiled apologetically when Wonder Girl pouted, her pleading gaze shifting towards Batgirl, the redhead pursing her lips. "No one's knocking your enthusiasm, Cass. And if we were in a fire fight, there's no one I'd rather have beside me but—"
Miss Martian quickly interjected, "We're trying to avoid a fight and we need a lookout." She fixed the amazon with a stern look, but Wonder Girl still looked crestfallen as she spoke through the mental link. "But I can help." She chewed her lip, blue eyes coming to finally rest on Mystica.
"Tell them, Cyn." She persisted her best friend, "Tell them that I can be stealthy!"
At that, Mystica tilted her head, green eyes observing the other girl before she began calmly, "Orders are orders, Sandmark. Deal with them." She responded smoothly, Wonder Girl blinking repeatedly, trying to grasp the fact that her last name had just been used.
"Cyn, why are you acting like thi—"
"It's settled, we're all heading out," Miss Martian announced through the link, glancing over at Wonder Woman's protégé. "Wonder Girl, stay put. Use the psychic link only. The Bialyans have the tech to intercept our radios. Anything goes wrong, we scatter and meet at the rendezvous point. Clear?"
"Clear."
She observed keenly how the upcoming trucks were searched thoroughly before entering the facility, guards scattered around every corner, armed and vigilant. Mystica narrowed her eyes, rolling her shoulders as she waited patiently, hidden behind the darkness of an enormous sand dune as trucks passed by with cargo.
The girl knew she was going to earn an earful from Bumblebee since Mystica had ditched the woman the next chance she got. But the blonde didn't bother in worrying much, muscles tensing as another truck passed by, and she sped forward, dropping and rolling over the sand, pausing beneath the truck and clinging to its lower parts quickly as the vehicle continued moving ahead.
She felt the truck halt near the entrance, military boots coming in her vision and Mystica held her breath as the guards inspected the cargo inside, talking away in their mother tongue. When everything was deemed clear, the truck's engine kicked back into action, letting the vehicle drive into the facility with the girl still latched beneath it.
And soon, the truck paused, Mystica releasing her hold. She sighed inwardly as she lay on the floor, wiping her greasy hands over her shirt as she silently crawled out from below the truck, and dashed behind some large crates placed away in the corner.
Her gaze drifted around, examining the security as she timed the order how troops went in and out. She pursed her lips, counting in her head, a strange feeling of déjà vu washing over her as she continued her inspection.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
A guard passed by.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Another guard, rifle tucked in his arm walked past.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
And yet another guard marched away, exactly after five seconds.
Her jaw clenched ever so slightly, a flicker in her eyes as another man trudged past and she shot out silently, slipping inside a nearby hallway. And it continued, guards making their way around right when four seconds ticked by, before she came across a room, only three seconds being spared with no other hallways.
"Nepo." She mumbled out the only spell she knew by heart, the door's lock clicking open and she pushed ahead, then shut it close when another guard visited the hallway.
Foreign words rang in the air, and Mystica's green eyes shot upwards, coming across another guard, his gun aimed and fingers ready to pull the trigger, but she bolted forward with a speed that would've made the Flash proud, upper cutting him in the jaw and sending him reeling backwards into a wall.
Mystica cracked her knuckles, the truck oil still staining her fingers as she glowered at the unconscious man, turning around to gaze up at the number of screens flickering around the room. Security cameras showed different sights of the facility, and she set her hands on her hips, eying the passed out man critically.
"Maybe luck was on my side," she muttered, gaze searching for something worth her use.
But she blinked once, then twice, blonde brows knitting together as one of the screens displayed the parameters of the facility, Devastation pinning a struggling Wonder Girl to the ground as she barked orders.
"Way to go and blow our cover, Stealther Girl." Mystica snorted, staring at the screen, heart swelling upon seeing the amazon twist this way and that, desperate for escape.
Rushing footsteps echoed around the halls, and Mystica's eyes darted around for some sort of escape route before she should be caught as well. Her gaze landed on a vent, and she dashed forward, not wasting another second as she detached the vent's frame away from the wall, sliding inside just in time as the door opened, armed men rushing in.
Maybe luck was on her side tonight.
Knees rubbing away in the vent, Mystica crawled ahead, thinking aloud in the psychic link.
"Miss Martian, can you hear me?"
No one answered, the girl's lips twitching with annoyance as she continued in crawling aimlessly ahead, mind wandering back to Cassie's words from before, bitterness pooling in her chest gradually.
|MOUNT JUSTICE
|February 20, 21:17 EST
Billy Batson was many things; he was kind, friendly, optimistic—he was Captain Marvel!— but right now, he was in pain as he stood in the cave's hall of memories, blue eyes peering upwards, focused on the hologram flickering before him in the darkness, dread in his chest as he stared, a multitude of emotions swimming through his mind.
She was smiling, fists propped on her hips as she stood tall, golden eyes bright albeit it was just simply her hologram, milky brown locks tumbling down her shoulders, a wide, goofy smile plastered on her face as she stood proudly among the other fallen heroes.
His eyelids sliding shut, Billy tipped his head back, remembering heartfelt laughter around him, gentle and warm, ringing in his ears as honey colored eyes peered up at him, pretty and lively, warm hands sliding into his; the feeling just a bittersweet memory now.
"Billy?"
The boy tensed, chewing the insides of his cheeks as he quickly looked away, wiping the sleeve of his red hoodie against his eyes, scrubbing away the warm tears that had appeared unchecked. "Yeah?" He turned around, beaming up at the heroine.
Silver eyes stared, taking in how quickly he had composed himself, but Life offered a friendly smile, reaching out to ruffle his dark locks. He chuckled childishly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans as she messed up his hair. A smile touched her lips, her eyes wandering towards the hologram as well, a thoughtful look on her face as Billy shuffled his feet, gaze shifting up again, his breath hitching when Life's hand fell on his shoulder.
"You miss her too, right?"
He swallowed, eyes never leaving the hologram as he nodded his head silently. The hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, a frown marring Life's lips. "She didn't know she was going to die." She said quietly.
"She's not really dead, you know."
Life blinked, taken aback by the statement as she gazed downwards, "I was there when she die—"
"She's not dead," Billy responded smoothly, a gentle smile tugging the ends of his lips upwards as he looked at the hologram, remembering familiar warm hands and breezy laughter once more. "She was a hero."
Blue eyes softened, fixed on the flickering image before them as he added, "And heroes never die."
|BIALYA
|February 20, 02:04 UTC+2
Cynthia Watson was many things; she was selfish, stubborn, snappy— and even insecure— but right now, she was lost; completely, utterly lost for she had no idea where she was going as she crawled further and further inside the square tunnels of the air vent. But she refused to accept that she lacked the knowledge of knowing where she was, and where she was even going. Her hands balled into fists, a growl escaping her throat angrily.
"Girl, you have some major issues to work on."
Mystica halted, shifting backwards so she could sit with her back bent in the air vent. She narrowed her eyes as a flutter of black and golden entered her line of sight. "Oh," she said distastefully, "it's just you."
Bumblebee arched a brow, unimpressed. "Of course, it's me. Who were you expecting? Batman?"
"I don't have the time or the need to engage in stupid conversations with you," The blonde responded haughtily, "how do we get out of here?"
"Well, I know exactly what you need. You need a good sound spanki—"
"How do we get out?"
Dark eyes glared, before Bumblebee huffed, hovering ahead. Mystica pressed her lips together, crawling after the tiny woman. They turned left, entering another tunnel as Bumblebee began again, shifting her small form in the air, facing Mystica as she flew backwards.
"It's sorta hard to believe," she mused, scrutinizing the teenager behind her. "That Life took in someone like you as her protégé."
Emerald eyes hardened, Mystica releasing a small growl. "Hate to ruin your expectations."
"Mistakes happen," Bumblebee shrugged, hiding a smile as she was rewarded with an icy glare. Turning in the air again, Bumblebee faced forward, "Batgirl got captured. We gotta free her."
Mystica let out a grumble as they reached an opening, both of them peeking outwards, meeting the form of none other than Psimon, the pale man unaware of their presence. Bumblebee easily slipped through the sleek openings of the vent, Mystica forcefully pushing the silver frame open, catching it before it landed on the floor with a loud clatter.
Sighing inwardly, the girl dropped to the ground, silently racing after Bumblebee, both of them entering the plane. Mystica paused, gazing around as many people lay inside absurd red pods in some sort of slumber.
"I found Batgirl!" Bumblebee announced, Mystica stepping infront of Batgirl's pod, keenly observing how Bumblebee clicked a key, the pod hissing open, revealing the scarlet haired beauty before them still sleeping.
"Well, don't just stand there. Wake her up!"
A glare directed at the tiny woman beside her, Mystica reached out, clamping a hand on Batgirl's shoulder. She shook the taller female violently. "Wake up, Batgirl!"
The redhead remained in her trance state, eyes still closed and unresponsive. A scowl gracing her features, Mystica opened her palm wide, then brought it hard across the older female's cheek. Batgirl's fiery locks whipped slightly as her face tipped sideways, still in slumber while Bumblebee knocked her small frame against Mystica's forehead, hands set on her hips as she glared down at the younger girl, the blonde glaring back equally.
Attention snapping back to Batman's female partner, Bumblebee raised her hands in the air, then threw out tiny bolts of golden electricity, striking down on Batgirl's chest whose eyes fluttered open instantly as she gasped out, clutching her chest in sheer surprise.
"Did you just—"
"Oh, so waking her up like that is okay and it's wrong when I slap her?" Mystica sneered while Bumblebee rolled her eyes, looking over a perplexed Batgirl. "You're the only one who can fly this plane," she told her, then cocked her head sideways. "Which is ironic since you and Miss-Angry-Pants here are the only ones on alpha who can't fly."
"I can fly!"
"No, you can't."
"I can fly. I just haven't learnt any levitation spells yet!"
"Then you should start learning—"
"Guys!" Batgirl looked miffed, pinning both of her teammates with a glare as she walked further inside the plan. "We don't have time for this."
Green eyes hardening, Mystica scowled when Bumblebee huffed, shooting out of the plane and the blonde stalked behind Batgirl as well, watching how the redhead's cape fluttered behind her as they both reached the control station. A smirk curling her lips, Batgirl plopped down in the pilot seat, Mystica crouching down in the chair beside her when Batgirl reached out, clicking different keys on the control panel with incredible speed.
"You really know how to fly this?"
"If I can fly the batplane," Batgirl smirked cockily, taking the steer with both hands. "I can fly anything."
Mystica sat, amused when vibrations went through the plane, the gears kicking into action before it began moving ahead, reaching further and further towards the hangar. But both of the females inside stared, horror creeping over their faces as the prodigious doors began closing slowly. And suddenly, the roof over their heads had been ripped open, a shriek leaving Mystica's mouth as a hand grabbed a fistful of her golden locks, yanking her up like she weighed nothing.
"Alpha!" Batgirl hissed through the comm link, "we need help!"
Devastation glowered ferociously, eyes promising murder as she observed Mystica in her grasp, the blonde's lips pulled back into a snarl as she glared back with equal hatred. The grip on her hair tightened, her locks nearly being ripped out of her skull as a scowl came across Devastation's features. "Great. Another blondie," she snarled, teeth gritting in fury when Mystica clawed at her arms furiously.
Slamming the teenager down, Devastation smirked viciously, pressing Mystica against the roof of the plane forcefully as the girl thrashed around. "Let's see if I can push you inside the plane like this?" She grinned wickedly.
"Let her go!"
A fist burying into Devastation's face, the woman was sent hurling backwards, clutching onto the plane's wing before she toppled off. Wonder Girl shot her a glare, blue eyes moving downwards as she kneeled beside Mystica, grasping her arm softly as she helped the girl up on her feet.
Mystica panted heavily, yet roughly shrugged off the amazon's hand who stared worriedly at her companion, parting her lips to speak before Death's protégé glanced over her, "what're you waiting for? Go and help the others."
Wonder Girl pursed her lips, but took off without a word. A frown curling her lips, Mystica yelped as she fell back on her bottom, the plane beneath her jerking violently. She shifted to lay on her hands and knees, attempting to gain some balance. She clenched her jaw, hitting face first against the plane's roof as it shook vigorously. "What's going on?!"
"We've lost both wings!" Batgirl answered immediately through the comm link, trying to steer the plane as it reached the end of the hanger.
The plane screeched loudly, continuing to roughly slide towards the hangar's opening as Mystica swiftly drew out her sword, stabbing the sharp blade into the plane's roof and held onto it fiercely as the plane dove downwards, falling into the large empty valley beneath.
Air whistled in the blonde's ears, green eyes squinting as the plane rapidly neared the end of the valley. She caught sight of Wonder Girl rushing ahead, before the amazon pressed her back against the plane's nose, pushing backwards with her jaw tightened.
"It's too heavy!"
Miss Martian's eyes glowed a soft green, red brow furrowing as she nodded grimly. "For me too. Time for plan B!"
"Better work that plan B fast," Mystica grumbled, gripping her sword more tightly as the ground approached them, welcoming a painful death. And all of a sudden, the bioship slid into view, reaching outwards with a crimson inorganic arm and latching onto the falling plane, pulling it upwards just before it could crash to the ground.
A heavy sigh leaving her parched lips, Mystica sat down, leaning back on her palms as she peered upwards into the starry sky, the moon's faint glow shining in her green hues as Wonder Girl's laughter echoed in the air around them all, the knot in the girl's chest loosening as she closed her eyes, head tipped back as she continued listening to the heartily chortles of the young amazon.
|MOUNT JUSTICE
|February 20, 03:24 EST
"Cynthia."
The girl halted, shifting her weight onto her left foot, emerald eyes meeting silver ones and she squared her shoulders, brushing back locks of damp hair behind her ear. "What do you want?"
Life arched a brow, arms sliding into a cross over her chest as she neared her protégé, eying her closely. "The others are debriefing Nightwing in the common room. Why are you here?"
"I just took a shower," Cynthia answered, combing her slightly wet locks back. "And I'm going out now."
"Out where?"
"Why aren't you with everyone else?" The blonde countered, irritation slipping into her voice. Life's eyes flickered, taking full notice how her inquiry had been ignored before she reached outwards, aware how the shorter female's muscles tensed as she felt the dark magi's hand land on her shoulder.
"If there's anything bothering you, Cyn," Life said softly, offering a friendly smile. "I'm right here, y'know?"
"Yeah, I know." Cynthia muttered, stepping away before she turned around, Life watching the girl's retreating back as she stepped inside the teleportation beams.
"Recognized: Mystica B Two Three."
|MANHATTAN
|February 20, 03:49 EST
"Hey, wait right there. This is no time for visitin—"
The wooden door slammed shut, cutting off the nurse's voice and she twisted the key in the doorknob, locking it before she turned, frowning as tired, soft brown irises gazed at her. "You're supposed to be sleeping," Cynthia glared, strolling closer to the bed.
A smile touching her lips, the woman shook her head, leaning against the headboard. "I'm not sleepy," she sighed, her smile growing as Cynthia seated herself on the mattress, then teetered towards the older female.
Her head resting against her shoulder, Cynthia let her eyelids slide shut as she mumbled softly, "I know how a heartbreak feels like, momma."
An arm slipped around her shoulders, her mother humming as she tugged the girl closer, her own eyelids falling shut as well. "It'll be alright," she assured, voice soothing and warm, the blonde beside her feeling the bitterness in her chest slowly fade away into nothing.
A\N: So many unanswered questions, but I hope you guys liked this chapter :D We'll delve more into Cynthia's background as the story continues and I know you guys will like it since I've gotta a lot of stuff planned out ^^
Something tells me, you all will really love the next chapter cause a certain someone *cough* speedster *cough* in it ;3
And on OTHER news, if any Batman fans are reading this, I've gotta Damian Wayne\Oc fic going on these days. It's under the name Selenophile in my works and if you're a fluff, comedy and adventure fan, you'll most defs enjoy it so feel free to check it out~! :D
Thank you for reading, dearies~!