Hey, everybody? How's it going? Im awesome, thanks for asking.
hey, guys, quick question. If I write YJ reviews and post them as a 'fic' will any of you report me? Or are any of you genuinely interested in what I have to say? If enough of you like the idea I could have the one for Misplaced up as early as tommorow. :D
In the end, Ivy had decided to come with.
Did that mean she was going to help me out? Hell no.
In fact, I'm pretty sure she's still in the airship preening over a ficus and admiring herself in a mirror. Some mentor, huh? Then again, she hasn't smothered me in my sleep or ditched me yet so...I guess you got your good and your bad.
Her 'airship' really wasn't built for two. And then Ivy insisted we brought along some of her babies to, and I quote, 'make the trip more enjoyable.' Seeing as I spent the majority of the trip being pricked by thorns and having my face smashed against the windshield, I have to disagree with her.
The size of the ship made it easy to conceal. Come on, we parked in a freaking tree. Am I the only one who finds this odd?
I pressed my hand against the wall, palm flat against the drywall, and short circuited the security cameras lining the hallway. Every hallway, in fact. I closed my eyes and ordered the currents of electricity to stop flowing towards the cameras.
I'd learned this little trick when I accidently fried our toaster during a bad breakfast episode. I had to practice with lightbulbs, resulting in a lot of broken glass, but I'd learned to control the flow of electricity. You know...Sorta. I redirected the flow to the lighting fixtures, causing most of them to explode. Don't ask me how I knew, it was just like I could feel the electricity powering the bulb suddenly die. It was weird.
Picking up the pace, I used the mueseum's directories to find my way around. Yup, that's me. The evil mastermind who has to stop and check the brochure she took from the front desk. Uh-huh, I'm the living embodiment of evil, aren't I?
Every step I took supercharged the floor, it was just me nerves getting the better of me. When a few guards popped out of the shadows and made a grab at me, they're bodies spasmed and dropped to the ground. They were still living, evident by the fact their chests we're still moving. I'm a lot of things, but I'm no murderer. That's one line I promised myself I would never cross.
I burst out into the Gems and Minerals wing of the museum, scuffing my boots on the red carpeting as I hustled over to the large display case located in the center of the room. There weren't any motion detectors or any other James Bond-esque stuff like that. This isn't like a cartoon where everything is either ridiculously easy or insanely hard. Besides, if there was anything like that I would've sensed it and cut the power.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I approached the glass case. There wasn't a laser grid, but the case was wired. Probably with some kind of pressure sensative alarm. I unhooked the leather rope used to keep back curious museum-goers from its tether and kneeled. After a quick energy diversion, I straightened out and examined the case.
It wasn't glass. It looked like some kind of plexiglass, but I wasn't sure. Removing a glove, I conjured up a spark on my fingertip and concentrated. Lightning is hot, right? So I figured I'd be able to made a charge large enough to burn. With the guards, my electricity hadn't been that strong. Probably the equivilant of a taser. Painful, but not lethal.
I had to be careful, if I slipped up I could burn myself or set the whole museum on fire. I'd practiced melting a couple times, but not enough to really get a handle on it. The spark sputtered and died a couple times, but the heat radiating from the bluish white spark soon became intense. I used my free hand to grip my wrist and steady it, meticulously guiding it to the case.
The heat from my electricity started to eat a hole in the casing. At first the gap was no larger than a dime, but it slowly widened until I could fit my head into it. I let the spark fade before I reached into the case and closed my hand around the diamond. Ivy would probably sell it to build a greenhouse the size of a castle or something, leaving very little for my own personal use.
But I wasn't here for monetary gain, I was here to prove myself.
I started easing my hand out of the case, fingers gripped tight around the gem. Something flew through the air, whistling past my nose and pinning my sleeve to the bottom of the display. I glared vehemently at the much too familiar object. It was metal, expertly crafted into a shape that creatively represented its user while functioning well as a projectile and a boomerang.
A birdarang.
I tucked the diamond in my shirt, tightly grasping the projectile in my fist and wrenching it free from the soft wood. I leaped to my feet, feeling my hair rise of the back of my neck as an electric charge started building in my chest.
Robin, birdarang in hand, stepped into the light. I smiled in amusement as I saw that many of the lights hanging above the boy's head were blown out. If he had been waiting here for me, as I assumed he had, the lights suddenly exploding around him probably scared the crap out of him.
"Robin." I said coolly, slipping the diamond into a pouch hidden on my belt.
"Quinn..." He blinked at me, assessing my new look.
I thought he was going to comment on the costume, or my apprenticeship to Ivy. What he did, however, was raise his eyebrows at me and say.
"What the heck did you do to your face?"
I touched the new piercings hanging from my skin. I had a nose stud, two eyebrow rings on each eye, and a lip ring. Innocent little Quinn Mallory wouldn't have dreamed of doing something like that, but Electrolyte sees no problem with it. My hair was cut short, almost like a boy's, and dyed neon green. I'd nearly given Ivy a heart attack when I first stepped out of the bathroom with my head looking like a green highlighter. She had been heistant when I first mentioned piercings, but in the end she had bribed and threatened some guy into poking holes in my face. He was a professional, at least...I think he was.
"I reinvented myself, Bird Boy." I waved my hand dismissively.
"And it's Electrolyte, by the way."
Robin scoffed, definetly not the response I'd hoped for, and offered me his hand.
"Give me the diamond, Quinn. We'll sort this out."
I stepped back, defensively clutching at my belt.
"Fat chance." I spat.
"Come on, Quinn..."
"Electrolyte!" I shrieked. "Quinn is gone, do you hear me? She's gone."
"Electrolyte..." Robin said, holding up his hands.
"I can help you, the League..."
"Last time I heard that you came at me with a pair of handcuffs!" I snapped.
"I was trying to protect you. If I hadn't acted like you were under arrest they would've attacked you."
"I would've been fine." I scoffed.
"Oh, really? We both know you can't control your powers very well, you were scared out of your mind, and all my friends have had professional training. And you say you would've been fine? Come on, Quinn, stop lying to yourself." He met my gaze calmly, talking to me as if I was still in kindergarten.
I clenched my hands into fists, furious because I knew he was right. They would've ground me right into the pavement. Still, Robin's story seemed a bit sketchy. Then again, I don't really trust anyone anymore. I had to trust Ivy, just beecause without her I wouldn't have all the necessities for survival: food, shelter, clothes, and television.
"Know what, Robin? I don't believe you. You lied to me, whose to say you're not lying now? You want the diamond? Then come get it."
"Quinn..." He warned.
I glared at him, knees bent, shoulders squared. Electricity sparked between my two upturned hands, dancing along my fingertips in light blue sparks. Robin took a step back, and I realized that the carpeting under my feet had begun to smoke.
"Robin." My voice was gravely.
"I don't want to hurt you." His muscles tensed, contradicting his 'not wanting to hurt me' statement.
"Really? Cause I wanna hurt you."
I launched myself upwards, soaring over Robin's head and landing neatly behind him. I tried to kick his legs out from under him, but Robin was too fast. He whipped around, hurling a batarang towards my head. I dodged to the right, feeling the sharp metal nick my cheek when I didn't get out of the way fast enough.
Blood oozed out of the wound, running down my cheek and down my chin. I cursed under my breath, hand flying to the cut. I knew I was inexperienced and slow, but I didn't realize how inexperienced and slow I was until I had to go up against an experienced fighter like the Boy Wonder.
Robin rushed him, swinging a booted foot in my direction. I ducked, making his foot pass harmlessly over my head. I smiled, pleased with myself until a metal staff caught my jaw. My head snapped back, metallic-tasting blood spilled into my mouth and made me gag. Robin raised the metal pole above his head, looking steady to turn me into an Electrolyte-ka-bob.
I backed up, launching five-foot-long bolts of electricity at him. He easily dodged each one, advancing quickly in my direction. Panicking a little, I raised my hands and let out a pulse of electricity that surrounded me like a shield.
Robin stood on the opposite side of the dome, his image warped and distorted by the electricity. I didn't know for sure, but the Boy Wonder looked slightly less than pleased. Wiping the blood off on my sleeve, I forced myself to stay calm and try to rationalize.
Okay, so there's no way I can keep fighting him hand-to-hand, and I can't keep this bubble up forever. Robin's form moved across the dome, probably looking for a weak spot. I had to hurry, I could feel myself weakening. Maybe I can magnatize the pole and get it away from him, but what good what would that do? Robin would just kick the crap out of me and take it back.
But it is made of metal...
I had an idea, a bad one, but it's better than none at all and if I'm really, really lucky it just might work. And that's a pretty big 'if.' But I have to try. I let the shield fall away, throwing myself forward and racing towards the Bat's protégé.
Robin raised his staff, effectively blocking my attack. My forearms slammed against the metal pole, leaving bright purple bruises just under my wrists. My fingers curled over the pole, briefly brushing themselves over Robin's hand. I grinned at him, he scowled back.
"I can't believe you would even try that." He barked.
"And I can't believe you'd try fighting an Electrokinetic with a metal stick." I smirked.
Realization and horror passed over his face, he tried to pull away but every molecule of my body had been supercharged with electricity all evening. A bolt of energy, not strong enough to kill, traveled from my outstretched hands and into the metal. Metal is an excellent conductor of electricity, so it wasn't difficult for the bolt to jump into Robin's body.
His body spasmed, mouth open in a wide 'O' of surprise. Shock and pain was written all over his face; his knees gave out and he crumpled to the ground, slightly twitching with the aftereffects of the shock. I sighed in relief, touching my belt to make sure I had the diamond, and turned around.
Someone's hand clamped down on my shoulder, roughly spinning me back around. I found myself staring at a well-muscled abdomen, covered in gray spandex and sporting an orange-yellow utility belt. My heart dropped into my socks, realizing with a jolt that there was only one person it could be.
Still, I craned my neck upwards to look at the face of the man who now held my shoulder in a vice-like grip. His gloves were shock resistant, a fact I found out when I tried to electrocute him and got only a glare in return. His face was cold, cruel, and very, very angry. Not surprising, given I had just zapped his sidekick into unconsciousness.
He said nothing, but his hand moved to grip the base of my neck. Before I knew what was going on, Batman had pressed a damp pad over my nose and mouth. It was soaked in a sweet-smelling liquid, probably chloroform. I thrashed, feeling the drugs start to take effect.
One of the last things I saw before I blacked out was Ivy, I spotted her thin silhouette outlined against one of the large skylights hanging above my head when I looked over Batman's massive shoulder. Her face was obscured by the shadows; the only way I could recognize her was from her unmistakable green skin and red hair, both dyed purple by the moonlight.
I opened my mouth, in a silent plea for help. She turned, leaving me to fend for myself. I wanted to cry, but the drugs had me in such a state of drowsiness I couldn't do much more than blink. Even that became difficult when the drugs gripped me tighter, making my eyelids grow heavy.
I finally stopped fighting, it was pointless anyway. Everything was pointless. My life was pointless.
I was stupid for ever thinking otherwise.
Hey guys, a few questions before I get onto my usual randomness.
A lot of spoilers have been released. Like a lot. So SPOILER ALERT! IMMA TALK 'BOUT EM.
Some dude in a warehouse snapped a cell phone pic of action figures for season two. One showed Megan with shorter hair, and I've heard that woman will sometimes cut there hair to show grief at the loss of a love one (Cough, cough, Superboy, cough, cough) what do you all think about the hair cut? I know some cosplayers out there are shrieking in agony right now.
Aqualad and Robin have slightly different outfits. Maybe Aqualad's the mole and changed his costume cuz he's leaving his life as Aqualad behind? And Maybe Robin is taking one tiny step forward into becoming Nightwing? I'm not sure, What to you think about the costume change?
Superboy is going to go back to Cadmus cuz he thinks there are more clones. It'll probably be Match, the Superboy version of Bizarro. But I'm gonna cling to this faint hope that it's gonna be a younger female clone so Conner gets a sister. I freaking love reverse gender clones. I do...they are...so awesome. (Marvel's X23, female clone of Wolverine. Look her up) Any thoughts/concerns about new episodes?
Roy Harper (Red Arrow) is coming back in an upcoming episode. Is he gonna join the team? Maybe, but here's my theory. Maybe he'll come back...with a baby. I really want Lian (Roy and Cheshire's baby) to show up. Just so the team will have a baby to coo over because they were so adorable in Misplaced. Plus, its about time Lian Harper got an animated appearance. The summary for that episode says something along the lines of Roy's return undercutting Artemis's confidence. What would kill her spirit more than her mentor's old protege showing up with her sister's baby? I'd be afraid Roy would know something and let it slip, or maybe someone would see the family resemblance in Lian and Artemis. What do you think?
Okay, now that that's over, Random!: When they showed Sportsmaster in civvies my first thought wasn't 'that's Artemis's dad!' it was 'he's kinda good looking...' come on, he is!