AN: And here it is! Woot-woot! Enjoy!
Black Canary was currently fighting Aqualad. The remaining team members stood in a line, observing the fight. Whisper was sitting with his back against the far wall, elbow on his knees, and chin in his hand. After a few more moments the Atlantean fell to the older hero.
Black Canary helped him up before turning to face the Team. "Aqualad did good, but can anyone tell me what he did wrong?"
The answer that came was correct; however it came for the least likely source.
"His stance wasn't wide enough."
All eyes turned to the black clad figure on the ground. Black Canary raised both eyebrow and said, "Excuse me?"
Rolling his eyes, Whisper deadpanned, "His feet were too close together. It caused him to be unbalanced, allowing you to take him down."
Black Canary blinked. "How do you know this?"
The adolescent smirked and replied, "Basic combat 101."
"So you know how to fight?"
Now outright grinning evilly, Whisper held up his thumb and index finger. "Just a little bit."
The blonde hero thought back to what Batman had told her. Try to get him to show me his skills and abilities, huh? Never a better time than the present.
"Alright, then let's see how you do against Kid Flash."
The ginger smiled and strutted to the front of the circle. Whisper rose gracefully and walked to stand a few feet away from Wally. At Black Canary's, "Ready," they both went into battle stances. As soon as the word, "Go," left her lips, Wally rushed forward.
The Team expected Wally to make the first move. But, they didn't expect Whisper to duck his punch, grab his arm, elbow the speedster in the stomach, and flip him over his head. Wally landed with a loud thunk and a hologram proclaimed "Kid Flash: FAIL".
Black Canary was the first to get over the initial shock. Closing her mouth (which had been hanging open), she stuttered, "Um... Good...Good job, Whisper. How would you like to go against Superboy next?"
The raven-haired teen just shrugged and said, "Sure."
The process was repeated, just with slight altercations. Superboy waited before advancing, but his fist met thin air. Whisper had flipped over him and landed behind Superboy's back. The Kryptonian spun around and rushed forward once again. The younger jumped, used Superboy's head as a springboard, then somersaulted into a crouch at the teen's feet. Whisper sliced his leg under his opponent, catching him off guard and sending his to the ground. The Team stared in awe as the mechanical voice announced, "Superboy: FAIL."
After the downed teen had been helped up, Artemis whistled and said, "Wow, nice."
"Thanks," Whisper replied, smiling crookedly.
Black Canary took that moment to intervene. "So Whisper, you obviously have some skills, but just how good are you?"
"I could probably take you down."
The blonde's eyes narrowed. She walked to the center and took a battle stance. "Prove it."
The Team watched in anticipation as the Black Canary said, "Go."
Both fighters stayed motionless at first, surveying each other. After about twenty seconds, Black Canary made her move. She faked a punch to the right, only to follow up with a kick to the left. Whisper blocked her leg with his forearm and jumped straight up. He landed in a handstand on his rival's shoulders before twisting his hands and leaping away. Black Canary jolted slightly from the unexpected move, but soon regained her footing. Turning to face where Whisper had landed, she saw nothing. A hard elbow then landed unexpectedly on her lower back, followed closely by pressure to the back of her knees.
The heroine drove her elbow into the boy behind her and was rewarded with the tell-tale swish of air leaving his lungs. She spun around in a roundhouse kick, but was met with a hand as Whisper ducked under her leg. Keeping his hand around her ankle, he shoved his foot into her side. A precise punch was delivered to her chin, followed by an elbow to her shoulder. Whisper then shoved her leg back, and Black Canary landed on the blue circle with a thunk.
The inhabitants of the Cave all stared at Whisper. No one, except Batman, had ever been able to take Black Canary down in hand-to-hand combat. It was unheard of. It was impossible. But a thirteen year old just did it.
Black Canary rose unsteadily to her feet. She eyed Whisper, taking in his stance. She could now see that he was trained, well trained in fact. There was a constant stiffness to his muscles and his eyes held a sharpness she had failed to notice prior to the spar. She needed to contact Batman.
Whisper was definitely capable of becoming part of the Team.
When the Batcave received an incoming transmission from Black Canary, it was expected. That's why it only took Batman two minutes to gather all necessary items and Zeta to the Cave. Black Canary, the Team, and Whisper all stood in the mission room, waiting for his arrival.
Judging by the Team's confused expressions, Batman guessed Dinah hadn't filled them in. Perfect. More talking for him.
"It has come to my attention that Whisper has certain skills that would make him a valued member of this team. I sug-."
"Wait, WHAT?"
The Dark Knight turned to the teen and glared, to little effect. "As I was saying, you would be a valuable asset to the Team," he stated, now speaking directly to Whisper.
The youth scoffed and said, "I don't care. I am not joining this team."
"You would be sent to an orphanage if you don't."
"I would run away."
"We would catch you again."
"Who says you could?"
Batman paused. He had allegedly taken down Black Canary in a spar. He had to be good to do that. "We could make you one of the League's most wanted."
Whisper's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."
Batman smirked (Inwardly of course). "Would you like to find out?"
The teen visibly deflated. "Fine. I'll join."
The Caped Crusader never missed a beat. "Good. Do have any powers?"
"Nope," Whisper replied, popping the "p".
"Utilities?"
Whisper smirked. "Yep."
Batman waited for further explanation but none came. "What kind," he growled.
Whisper's smirk grew. "Sorry. Classified."
The Batglare was released full force, but Whisper stood his ground. Finally, he sighed dramatically and said, "Fine. I have holographic computer gloves." He touched his right glove and a glowing blue circle appeared, hovering over his hand. After the heroes had gotten a good look, he powered it down again.
"What else?"
Whisper frowned. Darn Batman, did he have to know everything? "Grappling gun." As he said it, he reached behind his back and pulled out a sleek, black gun with a hook coming out the end.
"And how did you come by this equipment?"
The adolescent faltered. He couldn't exactly say "I stole them when I ran away from the League of Talons secret base." Instead, he vaguely answered, "I have my ways."
Batman's eyes turned to white slits, but he let it go. He would find out later. "In that case, I have some apparatus you might find useful." From the folds of his cape he produced a black utility belt, smaller than his own.
Whisper gently took the accessory from the Dark Knight's gloves, eyes wide. "Wow, um...th-thanks, I guess."
Batman just turned on his heel and took the Zeta Beam back to Gotham.
AN: AWWWWW! Batsy is going soft. Oh well! And don't forget to send in songs people! Thanks!
-GSDLover