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Chapter Eleven: Unordinary

Evangelia's P.O.V

Pant. Pant. Pant.

I find myself sparring against my older brother, Tim. He, my oldest brother, Dick, and I were in the basement, otherwise known as our workout room. It's a pretty updated home gym with almost every workout machine in here. The walls are completely covered by glass panels and in one corner of the basement was a built-in fighting ring.

I was reviewing the basic forms of karate. We have been down here for at least an hour now fighting in the ring.

'Aww, crap! I have to find an opening.'

I throw a punch with my right hand and Tim blocks it with his left. He pulls me in closer and tries to jab me in my stomach with his elbow. I know that he wouldn't actually hit me though. My brothers have never dealt me a blow in my entire life. They would usually stop themselves from hitting me. I guess it's something they think "good big brothers" do.

But that doesn't stop me from retaliating.

As he pulls me in I dodge his "blow" and twist out of his hold. I throw him another jab and he blocks it again. I see him take a step back and I find my opening. I take the opportunity to get down low and knock him off his feet. Before he hits the ground I finish him off with an uppercut to his jaw.

He stays down for at least a minute. Finally he gets up and leans against the ropes for balance.

"Alright, alright Munchkin you win," Tim surrenders. He reaches up and rubs his jaw. "Ahhh, damn girl, did anyone ever tell you that you punch like a man?"

"Sorry Tim," I softly chuckle as I apologize to him.

'Maybe I shouldn't have gone too hard on him…'

"Are you…done already…Tim?" Dick questions from the bench press. Sweat trickled down his face as he was pumping a 25 lbs. weight over his bare torso. "C'mon man…losing to…our baby …sister…you're losing…it."

"Do you want to fight her?" Tim challenges.

Dick puts the weight on its rest as he sits up and wipes the sweat off his face with his towel. He takes a long drink of water before continuing.

"I'd rather fight you instead," he declares.

"Fine, give me a couple of minutes to rest and then you're on!"

I walk over to the stairs with my water bottle and sit on the bottom step. I watch my brothers warm up their bodies. It's been a while since the three of us have been working out together. They've been busy lately and I was left alone to train.

Mom and Dad have explained to me when I was younger that because Dick, Tim, and I were a billionaire's heirs, there were going to be people who would try to hurt me and my brothers. So that was their reason into having us learn martial arts. Dick and Tim have been doing it since way before I was even born. Because the three of us need to train, I guess fighting was one of the ways we all get to bond. Even Dad comes down sometimes and spars with us.

"AHHH!!!"

Tim's cry brings me back to my brothers' match. It was only been ten minutes and Tim was already on the ground. 'Is the match already over?'

"Ha ha ha," Dick laughs as he stands victoriously over Tim. "I win! That didn't even take long at all! I can see how Munchkin beat you!" he mocks.

'I'm beginning to really hate that nickname. I'm not that short…'

Even though they're not my older brothers by blood, to them I'm still their "baby sister." This title gives them the right to give me a stupid nickname, tease me to no end, and be unnecessarily overprotective of me.

"What? My match with her was at least an hour long. If I were fresh I totally would've owned you! It was Munchkin who basically did all the work," Tim states as he gets up and leans against the ropes.

They both exit the ring. Tim lies back down on the ground from exhaustion, while Dick is standing tall and proud. He wraps a towel around his neck and wipes the sweat off his face. He didn't look tired at all. I knew this was my opportunity to ask, so I get up and walk over to him.

"Hey Dick, nice match!" I compliment him cheerily.

He raises an eyebrow at me in suspicion and says, "Thanks…"

"You don't look tired at all, so why not you and I spar in boxing?" I suggest eagerly.

"Uh…I don't know Munchkin," Dick says hesitantly. Out of my two brothers, Dick was the more reluctant one to fighting me. Sometimes he would even go easy on me and let me win, which pissed me off the most. I hope that if he does accept my challenge, he would fight me with all he's got.

"Why not, Dick? Afraid to lose to our baby sister?" Tim instigates. We both knew that Dick's Achilles heel was his pride, so this was his way of "motivating" him to fight me. I guess he knew that if I beat Dick, then it was his way of getting even.

"Alright, fine then," Dick accepts as he walks over to the rack on the far wall and grabs his boxing gloves. Tim walks over there and fetches my gloves for me. He offers to lace my gloves for me and I accept. I've only started boxing for at least a month and I am still a novice. Tim is pretty good himself and offers me advice as well.

While looking down at my gloves and fixing them he reminds me, "Alright Munchkin, remember to keep your hands up at all times. Watch him very closely and wait him out to find an opening. He has almost an unbreakable defense. Be careful of his right arm. After sparring with him so many times, I can guarantee you that you'll be getting most of his attacks from there. Stay light on your feet and protect your jaw and stomach. That's where he likes to finish people off, not that he'd actually hit you," he assures.

He finishes putting on my gloves and he pulls my head towards his, that way our foreheads could touch. "You got that kid?"

I nod and I realize that he was looking at me funny for a couple of seconds. "What?"

He shakes his head and says it was nothing. I ask him again, pressing on the matter.

"It's nothing really, it's just that you seem taller…don't grow up on me too soon. Otherwise, I can't call you Munchkin anymore," he says as he ruffles my hair playfully.

I roll my eyes and decide to say nothing to that comment only because I had my mouth piece already in. Tim sits on the ropes that way I can enter through the ring without tripping over them. Dick was already in the other corner. We traditionally walk towards the center of the ring and touch gloves.

"I want a good, clean fight you two," Tim declares as the referee. "Begin!!"

I lunge forward and try to aim for his upper torso and was surprised when my blow actually connected with him. 'This is the unbreakable defense that Tim was talking about?'

Dick falls back but regains his footing. He smirks and says, "Nice hit, Munchkin! I didn't see that one coming."

Tim and I sweat drop at that comment. 'Oh no he's going easy on me again…'

I drop my stance and spit out my mouthpiece. "What are you doing, kid?!" I hear Tim call from the sidelines. I ignore him and begin to let Dick have a piece of my mind.

"Dick, I want you to fight me for real, I'm tired of you going easy on me" I patiently explain. I see him wince and I knew that he thought I wanted him to hit me so I add, "That doesn't mean you have to hit me, but I don't want you to hand me my victory on a silver platter. How else am I going to get better if I don't learn?"

He doesn't say anything and has a conflicted look on his face. I decided that it was time to go for his Achilles heel. "Unless you want me to brag to your friends that you were too pussy to have a real fight with your sister, so instead you let her win because you're afraid you'd actually get beat."

Tim guffaws at my remark and Dick suddenly has this serious, livid look on his face. "You're gonna be sorry you ever said that, brat…"

I put in my mouth piece and get back into my stance, with my arms up and footwork going. I smirk as I say, "Bring it on…"

This time he lunges for me and aims for my face, coming at me with a force that made me think that he would actually hit me. I pull my gloves up to my face, like how Tim showed me before, and protected myself from his blow. He begins a barrage of hits towards my torso, so I duck my head and put my arms together to protect myself. Once sensed he was letting up, I find a slight opening and counterattacked. He blocks it, of course, but I was able to get him busy so I could push myself away from him.

We exchange blows back and forth. His blows were fast and powerful at first, but I kept my defense up and was able to wait him out, like Tim told me to. I was smaller and more agile than Dick, so I just blocked and dodged. We've been fighting for at least 45 min. and I noticed that he was becoming much slower and less powerful.

I saw this as my window of opportunity.

I take it from the defense and go for the kill. Dick was sweating bullets and I knew it was getting into his eyes. So I aim for parts of his body that I thought he'd be blind-sided by. I see him lose his footing for a split second and I saw my opening.

I got cocky and threw an uppercut towards his jaw. But he was quick to regain his footing and blocked it. Then I guess, he jabbed me across the face out of instinct. I was quick enough to move my head away to negate full damage, but his blow still contacted with the side of my face, splitting the corner of my lip.

I lose my balance and fall backwards, clutching the side of my face that got hit. I taste the blood in my mouth. I spit out my mouth piece as Dick runs over to my side, with Tim just trailing behind.

"Oh man, Munchkin, I am so sorry," Dick says as he gets down on one knee to examine the damage. Tim slaps him on the back and yells, "What the hell is wrong with you?! You weren't supposed to hit her dumba-"

"I know that stupid!" Dick turns and yells back, cutting him off. He turns back to look at my face and applies pressure to my lip. "Go wash off in the bathroom while I get the first aid kit."

I get up and do as he says. I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I could still hear bits of Tim yelling at Dick.

"You stupid son of a bit-…are you crazy?! Bruce is gonna fuc-…kill us!!'

I run the water to drown them out. I was expecting a bloody mess on my face to wash off. I bend over the sink to clean off the blood dribbling down my chin and when I looked at the mirror expecting to see an open busted lip, I gasped.

There was no wound…

'I could've sworn I felt my lip tear open…'

I walk out of the bathroom back towards my brothers. They had all of the contents of the first aid kit laid out, as if they were going to perform a miniature surgery on me. Dick and Tim see my face and have a look of shock go through their faces.

"Whoa…" Tim utters. "It's as if you were never hit…"

Dick just continues to stare in awe. I don't know why they'd make a big deal out of this. I mean, I know it's weird, but at least they won't get in trouble for this. I shrug and try to fake a yawn to make light of the situation.

"Hey, guys, I'm beat," I lie. "Are you going to go up yet?"

They shake their heads and state that they were going to work out a little longer. I wish them a good night and head upstairs. Just as I was about to reach my room, I forgot that I left all of my stuff in the basement, so I rush back down.

The door was still wide open and I heard Dick and Tim talking in a low volume.

'Hmmm…I wonder who they're talking about.'

"Are you sure you hit her?" I hear Tim question Dick.

"Yeah, I saw her lip split. It wasn't a pretty thing," he responds. "I wonder how it healed up so fast…"

They both remain silent for a moment.

"Regeneration…" Tim suggests.

"But then she'd be like…" Dick began, but didn't complete his sentence.

"She's also getting taller. She's grown at least 2 in. within a few days," Tim pointed out.

"That doesn't mean a thing," Dick argues. "But I kind of understand what you're trying to prove. After all, she isn't an ordinary girl."

"In our fights," Tim recaps, "while you and I were huffing and puffing, she didn't even break a sweat. It's like she has superhuman stamina."

"Her reflexes are really fast too," Dick adds. "Otherwise, she would've had one hell of a shiner instead of a split lip."

I slowly creep away from the stairs and try to make meaning of what my brothers were trying to get at. I didn't want to confront them and ask them because I knew that I would never hear them talk about anything like that again.

'I'm unordinary?'

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Alright, here's Evangelia's chapter. I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you've expected. I've let her have some subtle powers/abilities but nothing big yet. I kinda planned for her to be a "late bloomer," shall we say. Don't worry, everything will come around…

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A/N: Before anyone asks, Rex doesn't really need to have a "power discovery" chapter. He already has wings, but maybe I will add on a few other things to him later…