Title: A Taste
Fandom: Static Shock
Characters: Wonder Woman, Virgil/Richie
Prompt: #39 (Taste)
Word Count: 500
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock or the Justice League.
Author's Notes: m/m, drabble, Wonder Woman's POV. Following the story arc for "Unaffected" and all if its sister fics. I thought, why not, ya know. This one needs to be read in sequence after the others. This is the last one from the JL, as I got the main three: Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman. I find it funny and cool in a way that I also got three of the bad guys with two males and one female in the same order: Hotstreak, Alva, and Talon. A drabble created for the Lj community known as fanfic100. Unedited and unbeta'd.
A Taste
Diana leaned over the balcony to stare down at the unsuspecting streets below.
Since leaving her homeland, she had done a great many things. Some often. Some… only once. It was with that in mind that she thought of the young meta-humans whose city she had patrolled. Between the Breed and the formation of new problems… well. With as many calls for help as she heard in a given day as compared to the rest of the world, it was no wonder that the rest of the League left Dakota to Static and Gear. But, in all the activity that the city gave them, in all of its problems, there was something else lying so perversely within the city.
A taste…
A taste of freedom.
Freedom from watchful eyes of the League. Freedom to do what she did best. Freedom to help on a real, everyday kind of level.
A taste.
The world was rent asunder, all for a taste.
A taste of what death is like. A taste of what killing was like. At taste of being utterly helpless. A taste of total abandon as Virgil unleashed everything he had in him, leaving nothing in reserve, nothing but tears and prayers and fear. A taste of freedom and a taste of madness, of the forbidden and the taboo.
Wonder Woman could understand, as she had longed to taste the world outside of her island home. As such, she could understand that Static… had no other recourse. Just like Alva. Even before she had left Themascara, Diana knew that men were unstable under the best of times, but in times of great emotional distress… Well.
She had seen worse.
In her time as a League member, she had seen better men, older men, wiser men, do far worse all for the sake of… love. Whether it was for a brother or a lover, or even a son, wars had been started by men for all kinds of reasons, with much higher death tolls, and between Alva and Static, the death toll here was… nominal.
However, being a superhero in today's age was different than some people wanted to admit, and that included having to play a bit of the political game. They always had to keep their 'image' in mind. Always.
Virgil had shown the world how easy it was for them to crossover that line, to go from hero to villain, from savior to killer. And as such, the world knew that the League was watching him. But the world also knew that Static's partner had been tortured. Tortured to the point of death, and as any decent human being, or any decent sentient creature as the case may be, they also understood that no one would suffer the knowledge of a loved one in pain willingly, not when they could do something about it. So, everyone accepted that little taste of madness and ruthlessness.
They were all just waiting to see if it would remain… a simple taste.