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Bruce lead Diana up the flights of stairs. "We need to be stealthy. I can remember that the blueprints showed the ventilation system and that this building is of a simplistic design. Just a stack of single room floors with stars on the side. Prince, quick question: you think you're strong enough to punch through several stories of concrete?"
Diana was a bit surprised by the question but nodded with a determined expression. "Yeah, I'm sure I can pull that off." Bruce nodded and lead her to a vent cover on the floor. He pulled out a normal bat weapon and effortlessly sliced through the metal. "Alright, here's the plan…"
Bruce dragged himself through the vents. He used his grapples to help him up vertical ducts. He had been quietly traveling and searching the floors in hiding.
I will move throughout the ventilation system and find out where they've hidden the weapon.
He soon came across another vent and looked down. Bruce's eyes narrowed at the sight of Clark and Wally standing near the weapon that was placed to the side of the room.
Perfect. Bruce activated his wireless radio. "Prince, do it now."
Five stories down, Diana stood in the middle of the floor. "Alright, here we go." Diana crouched down, and her left fist was clenched and drawn close to her side.
Stand in position at the center and wait. When you get my signal…
Diana launched herself up with her fist shooting out in front of her. Her heels left deep indents in the concrete floor.
She easily plowed through the concrete structures, and she used her other arm to shield her face from any debris. Clark and Wally were startled by her sudden appearance and even more so when Bruce burst out of the vent.
… jump through the floors. When they're caught off-guard, I'll exit from the vent and recover the weapon.
The concrete blocks showered down on Clark and Wally, and Bruce reached to touch the fake nuke.
Both Kent and West are incredibly fast; West more so than Kent. Our best chance at winning is getting the weapon as quickly and stealthily as possible.
"Don't think it'll be that easy!"
There was more shattering of concrete as Clark punched away some heading towards him, and suddenly he was right there. He grabbed Bruce's cape causing him to gag as they both fell down the hole Diana created.
"Wayne!" she called. Then there was a whizzing sound and stinging sensation as something hit her cheek. Diana turned in time to see several small but sharp bits of concrete heading towards her. She immediately positioned her arms to block. The pieces deflected of her bracelets with "ping!"s, but some still managed to cut her gloves. She peeked out from behind her guard to see Wally gather more ammunition with lightning speed.
The redhead smiled at her. "Thank you for the ammo, Prince!"
Bruce came to his senses to register he was being dragged to the first floor. He shot back and rammed his elbow into Clark's head. The other teen grunted and loosened his grip on Bruce's cape, but that was all he needed. Bruce managed to draw out enough of his costume to rotate and slam his boots against Clark's back. He simultaneously grabbed both of his classmate's arms bear the elbows and pulled them back. The forced Clark into an arch position, and he ended up slamming into the concrete floor in that form.
Before the dust settled, Bruce leaped out and performed a flip that finished with him landing with his back to the cloud. Bruce glanced over his shoulder to see Clark aiming an uppercut straight for his face. He quickly twisted his body, and the fist barely missed grazing his cheek. Bruce fell to the side and rolled away into a kneeling posture. He then threw something at Clark which he managed to catch. However, he didn't notice the beeping and the bat exploded right there. Not even a second later, Clark fanned away the resulting smoke with one swoop of his hand. Both boys got into fighting postures and stared at each other.
"You've got good reflexes," Clark complimented.
"You are more resilient than I expected," Bruce admitted.
Clark wore a blue short-sleeved top with a red and yellow shield-like symbol with an "S" in the center, dark blue cargo pants, and a black belt with a silver buckle. He had on red combat boots and gloves. There were dark red metal cuffs around his wrists. He wore a red scarf with he long tails almost reaching his knees.
Clark placed his leg behind and launched himself at Bruce. He brought his fist back, and Bruce brought his forearms up in an X-shaped guard. The punch connected, and he gritted his teeth. He was sent sliding and only stopped when he slammed into a wall.
Damn. He is really strong. But he's clearly holding back. I saw what he did at the Entrance Exam. My arms should be broken at least. Bruce's vision realigned, and he saw Clark leap through the opening they fell from. Dammit! Can't let him get to Prince! He ran to the spot Clark jumped from and looked up to see his opponent had just reached the third floor. Bruce whipped out a grapple and aimed it at Clark. The cable fired and wrapped around the teen's ankle. Bruce grabbed on firmly and gave it a sharp yank. Clark gasped at the pull and was brought back down to the concrete floor. He flipped out the way of a heel kick meant for his face. Bruce glared with determination. "You're not getting away that easily!"
Clark's eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth morphed into a ferocious grin.
"Alright. Let's see if you can ensure that."
Diana was knocked to the ground, but she rolled and was able to get back on her feet. She had cuts in her gloves and scuff marks here and there on her exposed skin. In contrast, Wally stood in front of her without a single scratch. He remained smiling as she panted in fatigue.
"Sorry if I hit you too hard, but if I'm going to keep the weapon safe, I'll need to put you down for good." Then he was a red blur heading straight for her. Diana brought up her left forearm to block his roundhouse kick. Wally's shin guard connected with her bracelet, and she skidded to the side.
Because he can so quickly accelerate his speed, there's a ton of force behind his attacks. Even if he can't get a hit on a weak point, his speed makes it difficult for me to get a hit on him. The risk of running out of time is a really big one.
Meanwhile, Wally was going through his own thoughts. Prince is a lot tougher than I thought. She also has fast reflexes. I don't know if she can react fast enough to do more than just block my attacks. I have to end this quickly.
He got into a runner's pose and kept his eyes on his target. His smile was gone, replaced by a rather serious expression.
"Flash Forward!"
Diana felt a ramming force against her abdomen, and she heaved. She was slammed against a crumbling pillar, but before she fell completely forward the same ramming force planted against her side. She was sent sliding across the floor and stopped against a wall with a "THUNK!".
Wally stood next to the pillar. That move allows me to increase my base super speed up by 10%. Unfortunately, it can burn through my energy fast so I can only sparingly use it for up to 10 seconds.
Wally West
Quirk: Speed Force
He can move at super speeds due to an excessive
amount of kinetic energy in his body.
But he has to be careful about using too much too quickly.
Diana got up to her feet much to Wally's dismay. She used the back of her hand to wipe away some particles of concrete stuck to her cheek. "Going straight to it, huh? With your speed, just recovering the weapon will be too difficult. I have to make sure you don't interfere."
She got into a fighter posture while Wally once again assumed a runner's pose. Two more bursts at max.
"Flash Forward!"
Bruce threw more explosive bats at Clark, but they embedded into the floor around him. They detonated, forming a smokescreen. Clark put his arm guard down and saw that Bruce was no longer in front of him. He then felt the slightest presence behind him and turned just in time to block the roundhouse kick his classmate sent his way. He grabbed his leg and threw him to the other side of the room. Bruce flipped and managed to land on his feet. He noticed a large piece of debris to his side. His grapple securely wrapped around it, and he swung it around before releasing the debris at Clark. As the slab of concrete drew close, Clark prepared his fist.
"10 Ton… Shot!"
His punch connected, and the concrete slab shattered. He looked up and realized that it had just been a cover to let Bruce get closer. Clark brought his arms up into an X-shaped guard to block the incoming hell kick. They were in a stalemate for a bit. Bruce used Clark's arms as a place to launch away with a flip. His cape opened around him and draped close when he landed in a crouch. Bruce's attention was drawn to the hole that was once the doorway to the stairs. Two one-pointer bots were locked onto him, but he made quick work of them with his electric bats. He then grappled them and slung them at Clark. Clark ducked below the first one and caught the second. After a spin, he sent it right back at Bruce. The teen dived out of the way and rolled to the side.
"30 Ton Shot!"
Bruce looked up to see Clark heading straight down at him. He was able to jump away but didn't account for the shockwave that resulted in cracks forming in the floor.
Bruce gasped when he was sent flying into the air. He looked to his side. Clark was right there. Bruce's eyes widened a fraction at the sight of his opponent's right fist pulled back. Damn, no time to dodge! He brought up his forearm. Gotta block!
Just when it looked like the hit was going to connect, Clark's fist suddenly opened and grabbed hold of Bruce's arm. He then yanked to make Bruce fully face him.
A feint?!
Clark's other fist smashed into the side of his classmate's face and sent him hurtling to the ground. He bounced twice before sliding to a halt. Clark floated down and landed a few meters away from him. Bruce's got back onto his feet, albeit shakily, and brushed the back of his hand to where he had been punched. Swelling had already begun. Bruce panted heavily while glaring at Clark.
He looked worse for wear than Clark. He had scuff marks all over his body, his hair was tousled, some scrapes had blood welling up, and the right side of his domino mask had been torn off. Meanwhile, Clark only had a few smudges of ash and concrete dust on his body, and the ends of his scarf were slightly tattered. He also didn't appear nearly as fatigued as Bruce.
No matter what I throw at him, he just takes it. It's almost as if nothing can slow him down. Bruce stood up straight and took a deep breath before exhaling. I can't beat him like this. Time to change tactics.
Diana wasn't faring much better. However, unlike Bruce, her opponent was just as worn as her. Wally had burned through his excess kinetic energy, and his speed had been reduced to the top speed of an average car. This gave Diana the chance to get a few decent hits but that didn't change the fact she had more attacks built on her beforehand.
He can still stop me if I go after the weapon. And he still has enough speed for powerful attacks.
Diana could feel the vibrations below her. Seems like the fight between Wayne and Kent is still going strong. I don't know how long he can hold him off, but I know Wayne isn't coming anytime soon. I've got to do this on my own.
She recognized Wally's posture. He was getting ready to charge at her.
He's going to come running directly towards me. But just knowing that won't help since he's fast enough to move out of any hit I send towards him. Diana looked around the room for some way to utilize her surroundings. She took notice of the areas where she hit the floor with so much force, concrete rose outward in large fragments. That's it!
Meanwhile, Wally was preparing for his own attack. I don't have enough for a Flash Forward, but I've still got plenty of energy for normal charges. She'll go down eventually! He took off, running straight his opponent. Diana's eyes were trained on him with the most concentration he had seen on her yet.
Now!
Diana brought her leg up and slammed her heel into the ground in front of her. The extreme force traveled through the concrete causing cracks to form and chips to fly. Then the chips grew into fragments and the biggest ones flung Wally forward into the air. Diana then launched herself at him. Let's see if he can dodge well in the air, she thought as she brought her right arm back. Her forearm connected with his stomach and the sudden jolt made the air rush out of Wally's lungs.
"Wuph!" he gasped, and he was then sent flying into the ceiling. He remained embedded in his imprint for a few seconds and then fell to the floor. His eyes were blank, and his mouth was slightly agape. Diana had knocked him out.
"Sorry, West," Diana apologized. "But the heroes win this time."
Clark observed Bruce. He seems assured now. What is he thinking about? Bruce just stared at him with dispassionate eyes. Then he's moving, his eyes becoming blue streaks. Clark was taken aback by the sudden movement. He's gotten faster! It's like it increased now that he's got his mind focused on something. When Bruce came into range, Kent got ready. A punch and then a follow-up! He struck out only to find Bruce wasn't in front of him. He glanced over his shoulder to see the other teen behind him. How'd he-
Clark felt something wrap around his wrists before he was hoisted up in the air with them pinned behind his back. He could also feel the material enveloped around his midsection. Clark looked back Bruce and saw he had been ensnared by a grapple and hoisted up by an exposed pipe. When did he get that thing out? he thought as he tugged his wrists.
"Don't bother. It's made from enforced carbon fibers and a specialized metal alloy," Bruce said.
"Weapon has been recovered. HERO TEAM WINS!"
And thus, hero training ended for the day.
All Might looked over Class 0-JL with an approving smile. "Good work everyone! You all did a good job for your first day of training!" His students smiled (most of them). Having a class like this after Dr. Mid-Nite was a nice detour. Meanwhile, All Might was in deep thought. I can see why they all were placed in this "JL" class. The future is bright with them becoming heroes!
"Alright, get changed and head to your next class! I have to prepare for my next session." As his students filed passed him, the No. 1 hero placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder. The boy stopped and slowly glanced at the blonde. "Young Wayne, will you stay behind for a short talk?" All Might noticed how six others stopped following their class and were looking back at them.
Bruce turned to his friends. "Go on ahead guys. I'll catch up." They still paused for a bit then nodded and walked off. Once they disappeared around the corner, he spoke again.
"What is it you wanted to speak to me about All Might?" he asked coldly. The contrast was rather stark. Both times he spoke, his tone was calm. With his classmates, Bruce sounded cool and collected, almost serene, however, with All Might he changed to a formal, apathetic tone. The corners of the hero's dipped down a bit before rising back in place.
"I must say, you went beyond my expectations! I knew you were skilled since Aizawa vouched for you, but I really had no idea of what you would do to overcome your disadvantage."
… That's right. All necessary staff knows that I'm Quirkless to ensure that the hero exercises don't accidentally kill me.
All Might continued talking. "You still have room to grow, but you definitely have the qualities of a pro. I dare even say-!"
"All Might. Please let go of me." All Might stopped and looked back at the boy. When he didn't feel the hero's hand move, Bruce turned to glare at him. "I asked you to please move your hand," the boy said. Once the No. 1 hero had done so, the teen turned and began walking away. "Don't give me one of your "hero" speeches, All Might. I hear enough of them everywhere I go." He then disappeared behind the corner. All Might stood there. He had felt hate before but it was usually from villains and certain heroes. He also had never experienced this type of hate. It was cold hostility that was subtle yet prominent. He could feel the anger in Bruce's apathy. However, he had no idea what could cause it in the teen. But his mind did wander to someone who probably did.
Aizawa was looking over his schedule for the week. He had to make sure everything was ordered properly: his classes, patrol times, and Bruce's training. He didn't bother looking up when the door to the teachers' office opened.
"Ah, Aizawa! I've been looking for you!" Aizawa gave the deflated No. 1 hero a glance before continuing with his task. Toshinori awkwardly coughed into his fist. "Er, Aizawa, I wanted to ask you about Young Wayne." At the mention of his protégé, Aizawa directed his full attention to the other hero. "What is it? Did something happen?" Toshinori waved his hands in front of himself. "Don't worry, it's nothing too serious!" he reassured the other. As Aizawa calmed down, Toshinori awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "It's just you appear to have a prior connection with Wayne. He even acts a bit like you. So I was wondering if you know why he's hostile to me."
Aizawa just stared at his co-worker for a bit. "I don't know," he answered, "During all the time I've spent with him, we mainly focused on training." Toshinori looked disappointed. "Oh well. Thank you for your time." Aizawa gave a slight nod then got up to leave. "Still, would cause so much animosity in someone so young?" he heard the No. 1 hero mumble as he passed him. Aizawa paused at the door. "You know, it could be because of what happened to his parents. But that's a sensitive subject, so you'd best not pry into it." And with that he left, leaving Toshinori to stare after his back.
Aizawa found Bruce waiting for him near the bottom of the stairs. "Aizawa-sensei. Today we'll be stealth training, right?" He nodded while his scarf hid his smile. He could tell Bruce loved stealth lessons. As the two walked, the hero's mind drifted to his short conversation with All Might. He glanced at his student. Ask him without mentioning that incident. "Wayne, may I ask you what's your opinion on All Might?" Bruce stopped walking. His eyes were downcast, allowing shadows to hide them and his neutral frown deepened into a small scowl. "Why is that Aizawa-sensei?" Shota knew from his frigid voice that Bruce suspected he was doing this to get info from All Might. That wasn't true, but he had to convince him. "I'm just curious. You've always said I'm your favorite hero which for most people these days is All Might." Bruce was quiet for a bit. "All Might may be the No. 1 hero, but his way of heroism is absolutely idiotic." Aizawa was taken aback when Bruce raised his eyes. His brows were furrowed, and his irises shined with suppressed rage. "He doesn't realize just how far society's fallen behind because of him." Then, just like that, Bruce's expression was back to its usual apathy. "My apologizes Aizawa-sensei, but I don't want to talk about this anymore." Aizawa nodded. "That's fine. Let's get going."
The two exited the school, not knowing a green-haired individual had accidentally listened to their conversation.
Bruce had to repress the twitch in his eyebrow. The news reporter blatantly shoved the microphone into his face. "What are your thoughts on All Might as a teacher?" she asked.
Ugh. Media hounds. Just what I needed this morning. He had hoped to sneak past the crowd, but they were on the hunt for U.A. students and spotted him immediately. He glared at the reporter causing her and others to flinch.
"I'm trying to get to class. I suggest you stop harassing students. We're here to learn, not to be your infoboxes."
"'H-harassing'!?" the woman exclaimed indignantly, but Bruce was already briskly walking away.
This has been going on for days. Until something else catches their attention, they'll be here just waiting for even a comment about All Might. This is the side of heroism I'll gladly do without.
As he stopped at his locker, Bruce's frown deepened. "The fact that this is even happening shows how quickly this news about All Might teaching here spread. By now everyone in the nation knows." He slammed his locker shut. " Everyone. "
Bruce observed the chaos the classroom had descended into. Dr. Mid-Nite-sensei had announced they would need to choose a class representative. The person in that position would basically be the leader of the entire class. Immediately, everyone began proclaiming how they wanted to be the leader.
Bruce didn't care. As long as it was someone capable of handling the pressures of leadership, it would be fine.
"I have a suggestion," a voice cut into the noise. Everyone turned to Nathaniel. "Since the role of the class rep is a serious and challenging one, we need someone we absolutely trust to take. In order to be fair, we should hold an election."
"You really think that's a good idea?" Don asked.
"We've barely gotten to know each other, swish. So how are we suppose to have the necessary trust?" Arthur pointed out.
"Besides everyone will just vote for themselves," Hank said.
"Yeah, there's the risk of that. But that means whoever does get multiple votes must have qualities that already evoke trust in others, right?" Nathaniel asked.
No one could argue with that reasoning, and the election proceeded.
Bruce found himself standing alongside Nathaniel in the front of the classroom. Six votes? How did I get six votes?
"Your class representative is Wayne, and your vice class representative is Adams," Dr. Mid-Nite announced boredly.
Nathaniel looked back at the board. Two votes. Who else voted for me?
Lunchtime came soon after. Bruce sat with his friends and discussed the election results.
"I'm honestly surprised I was made the class representative. I thought I came off as abrasive during the training exercise," he said as he picked up some rice.
"You did. That's why I voted for you," J'onn casually said during a pause from blowing at his ramen. The other six turned to him. "You voted for me because I was abrasive? Why?" Bruce asked. J'onn finished slurping up some noodles. "Yeah, you were harsh, but you behaved as such out of good intentions. You pointed out our weaknesses so we know where we have to get strong and our strengths so we know where we can get stronger. That is a quality I'd want to follow."
Clark gave a small laugh. "Yeah, that's pretty much why I voted for you, too. That was just your way of being nice."
Diana nodded in agreement. "Mmhm! Same for me!"
Wally swallowed the rest of his sixth plate of curry. "I voted for you, too! From the results of the training exercise, I can tell you're smart and work well with others!"
Bruce blinked. "Well, I can only work well with others if it's out of necessity. Otherwise, I prefer to go at things alone."
"Still the fact you're able to despite your preferences shows good adaptivity in a situation," Hal cut in, "That scored my vote."
Shayera bit into a mochi cake from her soup. "You took charge in the training exercise. You clearly have leadership skills. I would want to follow someone who knows what they're doing immediately. So you also got my vote."
Bruce looked back and forth between his friends. "So you all voted for me?" His expression shifted to a deadpan. "You sure you guys weren't just influenced by I'm-friends-with-him biases?"
His friends all looked at him in surprise. Minus J'onn who just looked with his usual straight face.
"Why Wayne? Do you doubt our reasons for voting for you?" Clark whined in mock hurt.
"Don't be a jerk, Wayne! How could you think that of our heartfelt gesture?" Wally cried out as he rapidly shook his fists out to the sides. His eyes were squeezed shut and had fake tear bubbles in the corners.
Bruce shook his head at their shenanigans and felt his mouth quirk into a subtle smirk. "Thank you for your confidence in me. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to lead a whole group yet." He then noticed how they had quickly settled down. He looked back at them and saw them staring at him in bewilderment.
"What?"
"Wayne, I think that's the first time I've seen you smile," Diana said amazed.
Bruce blinked. "Really?"
"I always thought you were a perpetual frowner," snickered Hal.
Bruce glared at him. "Hey, I can smile."
"Really?" Shayera chortled, "I was certain that frown was permanently engraved in your face."
"Still, that doesn't mean-"
Bells started rapidly chiming. The students looked up at the ceiling in confusion.
"An alarm?" Bruce asked.
"There has been a Level 3 security breach. All students please evacuate outdoors promptly."
"Level 3? That means there are trespassers on the school grounds," Bruce realized. He quickly got to his feet and told his panicked friends, "Come on, we should hurry!"
It was absolute mayhem. Frightened students tried to rush to the emergency exits, effectively creating a traffic jam. The seven felt jostles from every direction.
"Damn! This state of panic isn't good for a quick evacuation," cursed Bruce. He struggled to keep his friends together but given they were right in the middle of the crowd, the risk of them being separated was high. "Who the hell is even trespassing?"
Nathaniel was currently struggling near the back of the crowd. "Hey, don't push! That isn't going to-!" His words went unheard as a strong shove sent him into a window. He grunted, and when he opened his eyes, he noticed a crowd.
"Hey… isn't that… the press!?" He stared out the window in perplexity. "All this because of the media? Hey, everyone! Calm down! It's just-!" he was cut off when another shove smushed him against the glass.
Crap. Because they don't know, they're still panicking. The teachers are likely busy dealing with the press. And I have no way of broadcasting what I know.
"Hey! Quit shoving! Stop!"
"Aah!"
Nathaniel's attention was drawn to familiar voices. He turned to see Hank desperately trying to go against the wave of students.
"Stop! My brother fell! Let me get to him!" Hank called out. Of course, no one listened.
Nathaniel pushed off the window and forced his way to the spot Hank's outstretched hand was grasping at. There he found Don curled up and shielding his face with his arms. He could see shoe prints from people who didn't bother to step over the poor boy. Nathaniel crouched down and placed a hand on his classmate's shoulder. Don peeked at him frightfully.
"It's going to be okay. Let me help you up."
He got the blonde onto his feet and while gripping his hand, made his way over to grab Hank's hand. "Come on, follow me." He dragged them over to a corner near the back. "Stay here. Don't worry, there is no real danger," he reassured the siblings. He then turned to search for more of his classmates. He spotted Greg's white cowboy hat and barely made out Justin and Mari near him. While he was retrieving them, he happened upon Vic. He went out again when he spotted Jason and found that Zatanna and Helena were with him. He then was able to find Oliver and Dinah and brought them to the corner.
"We're still seven short." He looked far ahead. He caught a glimpse of someone who he was sure was J'onn. He struggled to squeeze past all the other students. He was certain that he would wake up tomorrow with a multitude of bruises. When he reached J'onn, Nathaniel could see that Bruce, Clark, Diana, Shayera, Hal, and Wally were all with him. Perfect.
"You guys!" The seven turned to him. "Link your hands and follow me!" The septet looked between each other but followed the instruction. Nathaniel got them to the corner with the rest of Class 0-JL.
"Adams, what are we doing back here?" Bruce asked.
"It's okay. The trespassers are just news reporters. See?" He pointed out the window.
"Everyone, everything's fine!" a voice boomed over the disorder. The crowd's attention went to a student who managed to get himself on top of the exit sign. "It is just the media. There's no reason to panic. This is U.A. High. We should act in a way that fits the best of the best."
As the students began calming down, sirens could be heard.
"The police are here!" Zatanna exclaimed.
"What a relief," sighed Don.
While everyone was breathing easily with relief, Bruce was busy scrutinizing the destroyed section of the U.A. Barrier.
"It wasn't broken in … it was broken down."
After the fiasco with the media was taken care of, everyone went back to class.
Bruce and Nathaniel stood in front of the class in order to decide the other officers.
"Before we get to the other class positions, I'd like to say something. I believe Nathaniel Adams should be the class representative."
The teen looked at his classmate in surprise.
"He made sure we were all safe during the panic and focused on helping us rather than getting out himself." Bruce turned to look at Nathaniel. "He demonstrates a way of thinking that requires the following of rules, but with reasonable expectations. Strict but fair."
Nathaniel looked confused. "Do I really?"
"I agree," Greg said. "He was a big help ta us in the cafeteria."
"Yeah, he's the type of guy who can keep his head straight when in a crisis," Mari added.
"If there are no objections, then it's fine if you want to hand the position over to Adams," Dr. Mid-Nite said nonchalantly.
Nathaniel looked back at his classmates. He took a deep breath. "If the class rep is nominating me, I'll gladly accept. From now on, I promise to do my best as Class 0-JL's representative." He turned to Bruce with a smile. "Though I would appreciate it if you would act as the vice rep."
Bruce nodded. "I can do that. I expect good work from you. After all, I voted for you."
Nathaniel's smile grew. "Thank you."
It was the end of the school day, and Bruce was walking down the hallway, ready to meet Aizawa-sensei at the school entrance.
"Wayne!"
Bruce paused and glanced over his shoulder.
"Midoriya. Do you need something?"
The green-haired teen had a look a determination but was trembling with hesitation.
"Tell me: why do you think All Might is a bad hero?"
Bruce fully turned to face Izuku, and his glare intensified. "How do you know how I feel about All Might?" he asked dangerously. Izuku flinched. Bruce sighed. "You know what? That isn't important. First, how about you tell me why you think All Might is a good hero."
Izuku was a bit taken aback before regaining some resolve. "All Might isn't just a good hero, he's the best hero. A hero who can save everyone with a smile on his face. He's the type of hero I want to be." Bruce's scowl deepened. "That's what I thought. You're allowing your admiration for All Might blind you to the latent harm that he has been causing."
Izuku stared at Bruce in disbelief. "What do you mean? How is All Might causing any harm to society?" Bruce sighed and turned away. "No, clearly I'm getting nowhere with you. But let me ask you this Midoriya." He glared over his shoulder. "What would happen to our current society if All Might were to just disappear?"
He knew he wasn't going to get an answer from Izuku's speechless face. He just walked away, leaving the teen alone in the middle of the hallway.
Now for the Preview!
It seems the incident with the barrier was just the start.
Now the real trouble begins.
Next time: Unforeseen Threats
This feeling of dread is building...
Just something I'd think you readers would like to know: you can tell a new chapter is coming up when I add a preview at the end of a previous chapter.
Anyway, so sorry for the wait! I started my first year of college so I'm still adjusting and trying to keep up with school. Oh, and I already got the flu. Hooray...
But I hope that is chapter was worth the wait.
