AN: Hello all! Thank you for all the follows, favorites, and reviews! This episode was kind of tricky- there was only a few minutes of fighting and not a lot of significant walloping. I did the best that I could, but I'm really looking forward to the coming episodes! :) I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.
Season 1, Episode 3: "Welcome to Happy Harbor"
Kid Flash
Happy Harbor
July 18, 12:38 EDT
Kid Flash rushed inside the Happy Harbor Power Plant alongside the rest of the team, arriving in time to see a scarlet android fling the Boy Wonder against a wall.
"Who's your new friend?" Superboy asked, landing neatly beside Robin.
"Didn't catch his name, but he plays kinda rough!" Robin answered from the floor.
"My apologies!" The perpetrator said in a robotic voice, "You may address me as Mister Twister."
And with that, he raised his hands, instantly creating two miniature wind funnels. Kid Flash watched as Superboy attempted to fight his way through them, only to get caught in the gust. He was flung against the wall, and he fell with a resounding thud. After exchanging a meaningful look with at M'Gann and Aqualad, Kid Flash retrieved his googles from his pocket.
He burst forward, flipping on his hands to deliver a kick to Mister Twister's chest- but the robot was already one step ahead. Trapping him in a whirlwind, he carelessly threw him aside, out the door, and onto the grass. He fell hard, tumbling and sliding against the ground. He felt the dirt sting his arms and legs through his civilian clothes, and pebbles embed themselves in his skin. He slid several yards, leaving clouds of dust in his wake. When he finally came to a stop, his body flopped limply on a pile of dirt, and he stared up at the clear sky as he lost consciousness.
Wally West
Central City
July 19, 17:05 CDT
"Wallace West you are not going out like that! You look like someone took a cheese grater to your skin!"
Wally glared at his mother from across the kitchen. He stood at the threshold, a duffle bag hitched on his shoulder and his arms and legs covered with angry red road rash.
"Come on, no one's going to notice!" Wally whined, "I'm going to run straight to the zeta tubes and-"
"Absolutely not!" His mom said, stirring a pot of macaroni with slightly too much fervor.
"What if I wore my jacket?" He offered.
"In the middle of July?!"
Wally groaned,
"Robin goes out all the time when he's beat up!"
"And I'm sure he has enough sense to come up with a plausible excuse for his injuries!"
"Well, duh! He has Batman help him come up with cover stories! I'm not that creative – left brained, remember?" Wally said, tapping the side of his head.
"Well maybe Barry can help you come up with something. But until then you're not leaving this house."
"Gahh! Come on, mom! The team's spending the night at the cave and Megan's making cookies- I have to go!"
"Well then you better think of a good reason why you look like you went through a blender," she said shortly.
Wally frowned,
"Can't I just say that I- that I fell riding my bike, or something?"
His mom sighed in exasperation,
"Oh, Wally."
"What?! Isn't that how normal people get road rash?"
"Not covering their entire body!"
"Fine!" He paused, thinking, "How about I say I was riding my bike through a trail in the woods… but I lost control when I was going down a hill and- and I fell off my bike and ended up rolling all the way down to the bottom. There! How does that sound?"
His mom turned from the stove to stare at him, frowning slightly,
"Well, if that's the best you can come up with-"
"Do you have any better ideas?" Wally asked smartly.
His mom pointed at him threateningly with the wooden spoon she was using to stir the pot,
"Don't get smart with me."
Wally rolled his eyes,
"Sorry, sorry... does this mean I can go to the cave now?" He asked hopefully.
His mom sighed,
"I suppose… but make sure you're back by noon tomorrow!" She added sternly "Jay and Joan are coming over for lunch, remember?"
"Yeah, sure!" Wally said, hitching his duffle bag higher on his shoulder.
He ran forward and gave her a fleeting hug before rushing out the door. When he was gone, Wally's mom sighed, rubbing her temples. A few seconds later, she whipped around at the sound of a hissing, bubbling sound coming from the stove – her pot of macaroni had overflow, spilling noodles and water onto the floor.
"Oh, for goodness sake!"
Robin
Happy Harbor
July 18, 12:39 EDT
"We're not children!"
Robin whipped his birdarangs with flawless precision, but Mister Twister had seen this coming. Without so much as lifting his arms, he generated a tumult whirlwind that blew them off course.
"Objectively, you are," he said whilst carelessly flicking away a lone birdarang embedded in his chest, "Have you no adult supervision? I find your presence here quite… disturbing."
"Well, we hate to see you disturbed!" Robin yelled, "Let's see if you're more turbed once we kick your can!"
M'Gann used her telekinesis to crush a machine above Mister Twister, showering him in steam. Superboy jumped through the haze, preparing to land a blow on the robot, but he meet the same fate as Robin's birdarangs. He was thrown backwards by a gust of wind, colliding with the ceiling before falling back and crashing into M'Gann. As they tumbled to the floor, Robin and Aqualad ran side by side towards the robot.
Before he knew what was happening, he was swept off his feet and being tossed around in circles. He yelled in surprise- and then came the sickening crash of his chest colliding with Aqualad's.
"UGH!"
His ribs, which were very nearly healed from their encounter with Superboy's foot, were now aching unbearably. As he lay on his back taking slow, painful breaths, he heard Mister Twister's robotic voice:
"Indeed… that was quite turbing. Thank you."
Robin rolled to the side and glared at his retreating back,
Yeah, turbing for you, he thought angrily.
Dick Grayson
Gotham City
July 19, 19:52 EDT
Dick Grayson tugged uncomfortably at his tie.
He was standing in front of a mirror in the master bedroom of Wayne Manor, preparing for a fundraising event that Bruce had organized to raise money for an orphanage in Gotham. His suit was slightly too tight, and he hated the constricting feeling of anything around his neck. In the reflection of the mirror, he saw Bruce walk into the room.
"Stop fidgeting. It will only make it worse- trust me," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching as he stared down at his ward.
Dick glared at him,
"I hate these things… everyone's staying at the cave tonight and I'm stuck here."
Bruce frowned at him,
"It's for a good cause. And it's been a while since we held an event, you know how important it is to keep up appearances."
Dick mumbled indistinctly as Alfred knocked on the door,
"Master Bruce, the first guest has arrived."
"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce said, straightening his own tie in the mirror, "Come on. Let's get this over with."
Bruce and Dick descended the marble staircase to meet the first guest, a portly man with red hair and a very large mustache.
"Mr. Johnson, I'm so glad you could make it," Bruce said as he shook his hand professionally.
"Honored to be here, Mr. Wayne! Such a pleasure seeing you again. And you, too, Mr. Grayson,"
He turned to Dick and clapped him heartily on the back. Dick unwillingly let out a grunt of pain and the man looked at him in concern,
"Everything all right m'boy?"
Dick forced a smile,
"Fine. I just had an accident the other day and-"
"Good golly, what kind of an accident? It's not serious, is it?"
"Oh no, not at all, sir. I was just lifting weights in the gym and I lost my grip," He shrugged, "I didn't have a spotter so the bar fell on my chest."
The man shook his head sympathetically,
"You young men try too hard! I think it's the influence of that Batman," he said in an undertone to Bruce.
Bruce's expression remained impassive, but Dick struggled to keep the smirk off his face. He opened his mouth to respond, but was saved by the sudden arrival of several more guests.
"Well, I'll let you get to it, then," the man said, glancing over Dick's shoulder to the refreshment table.
"Thank you again for coming," Bruce said kindly, "and I hope you enjoy your evening."
"Thank you, thank you," the man said before turning to Dick, "You be more careful, now! You're ward to a multi-billionaire, don't want to go off killing yourself!" He gave a hearty chuckle and Dick grinned uncomfortably,
"Right…"
As the man walked away, Dick sighed and raised an eyebrow at Bruce,
"It's going to be a long night."