Everyone knows how it starts. Boy gets powers, boy tries to control powers, boy stops gang of robbers/street mugging/kitten in tree, boy realizes that he's a hero and gives himself a new identity. That was how it was supposed to work. Not so much with the boy known as Maelstrom. He knew not where his powers had come from, nor how he'd come up with his name. Hell, he didn't even remember what his human name was. He was just...Maelstrom.
But that was why he'd sought them out. The Suicide Squad. Like him, they were outcasts who sought to do good, or whatever they thought "good" meant. Sure, they knew who they were, but he could think of no one else who would help him without trying to dissect him like a bloated frog.
Even now, he was unsure of how the Squad would react to him. His powers, which included electrical generation, control of the air, and some combination of the two, made him the second most powerful next to Enchantress. And God help him if he got on her bad side...
Now only one question remained: how he would introduce himself to the Squad. Perhaps a simple greeting would do. No, that would probably just end in a bullet to the face. He needed something to catch their attention.
Well, in that case, why not intercept them at their meeting point? Hopefully, he could think of something on the way.
There was nothing in the meeting square aside from a beggar or two, wrapped in long blankets. Suddenly, Maelstrom had an idea.
Using his powers, he lightly stunned one of these rag men, swiped his blanket, and took his place in the snow. Shortly afterwards, he heard footsteps approaching. A man in a coat and hat was walking alongside a small girl in a jacket. It looked no different from any other father and daughter stroll he'd ever seen.
But he knew better. A strange electrical aura surrounded the girl, giving him some slight discomfort. He had to act.
His moment soon came. The glow of his hands was met by the sight of a double-barreled turret strapped to the man's wrist and a shadow of wisps from the girl beside him, who was now decked out in the regalia of a 90's goth princess covered with what looked like the remnants of a mud bath.
The man stood his ground, his eyes pointed forward like daggers. "Who the hell are you, pal? You with that pussy from the diner?"
Discarding the blanket, Maelstrom rose up and began the introductions. "My name is Maelstrom, and I need your help. The person who gave me these abilities...I need to find them. I need them to tell me how to stabilize my physical form before it breaks down completely."
The girl turned to the man. "I've looked into his soul. He appears to be telling the truth."
"So can you help me? Cause' you might as well shoot if you don't."
"Alright then. Better confer with the rest of the crew first."