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Maternal Instinct: Spotlight

Chapter 11: White Knight-I Wannabe A Super Hero

High above the streets of Middleton, a white glad figure hovered serenely. His cape flowed gently behind him as the updrafts pulled at him a bit. His eyes scanned over the small city below and he marveled at how peaceful it looked from that high up. Of course most cities looked peaceful when he was so high up, but Middleton had it's own little charm about it. The streets weren't filled with honking cars, they people weren't crowding the streets and even its tallest buildings weren't anywhere near the heights of the skyscrapers in Go City or New York. But that's why he enjoyed it so much. It was a nice peaceful town that he could see himself living in one day.

He was the costumed super hero the world was quickly coming to know as White Knight, the leader of the new super team, The Justice Squad. He usually tried to stay away from Middleton out of respect for Kim Possible. He knew this was her city and that she helped keep it safe. When she wasn't off saving the rest of the world of course. Still he knew it was her presence that helped keep the peace in the city. Well…relative peace at least. It did suffer a few random attacks by super villains either looking for revenge against Kim or to score the latest high tech equipment the city's multiple science centers came up with. But he knew from personal experience it could be much, much worse. He had to admit he was amazed by what she could do.

Another reason he liked hovering over Middleton was that it far enough away from the major air traffic routes that he didn't have to worry about being splattered against a plane. He kept well below the cloud lines just to be sure though. He'd had more than his fair share of close calls when he first got his powers to risk repeating those mistakes. Even with that threat, the simple act of flying was enough to push him to do it again and again. It was a feeling that no one could ever really appreciate unless they could do it as well. He had tried to describe to a few of the Global Justice agents when he was first recruited for the Justice Squad but they kept comparing it to using a jet pack.

It was like comparing running with driving in a car, to him. A jet pack was so crude and impersonal. There really was nothing that could compare to the rush of knowing the only thing that kept you aloft was your own will power. To know that you could control how fast and how far you went with just a thought. It was a feeling that probably no one else would know and he felt sorry for them. For that feeling was freedom, true freedom.

Of course he hadn't always known that feeling. Until recently he was just like everyone else; walking, driving, flying in a plane, nothing really extraordinary. Really rather mild mannered so to speak. That was before fate stepped in. Before a group that was doing research on the human genome had contacted him. They told him how human beings were starting to evolve in subtle ways that could lead to people having special abilities. They also told him how they believe he was one of those people.

Turns out they were right.

After a series of tests and experiments designed to unlock this new gene's potential, they found out that he had the ability to fly. Naturally he was a little confused and frightened at first but once he figured out how to control his flying, he was ecstatic. The rush, the excitement, the freedom, it was all so amazing! He could go anywhere he wanted. Do anything he wanted.

And that was just when he thought he could fly. The appearance of his secondary power of being able to absorb and channel energy took them all by surprise, but he reveled in it as well. He could naturally fire bolts of energy out of his hands but it seemed it he absorbed some kind of energy he could create even more powerful blasts. Like flying it was all a new kind of rush that he never in his wildest dreams would have imagined feeling.

It was also the kind of rush that could go to someone's head. In fact, he had been told of others who had discovered their powers and used them for their own personal gain. Like a girl who was able to duplicate herself into five different copies and used the power to rob banks and jewelry stores. Or their first subject who could control people's minds and bodies and was so dangerous that they had to lock him away in a highly secure, and secret, location. Given these past…mistakes he could understand how everyone at the company could be so hesitant when his duel powers started to develop. But their fears were for nothing. He knew he would never, could never abuse his powers like that. There was one thing that could keep him humble and direct him to use his powers for good.

His father.

Though he had passed away years before he developed his powers, he could never forget his father. He was a well-decorated and honored police detective who the other guys on the force often referred as "the straightest arrow of the bunch". He was a kind man and a loving father that had a strong sense of justice. The kind that caused a son to look up to his father and want to be a hero just like him. Indeed, there would be no White Knight without him.

His father was also the one that helped get him into comic books, another big influence in his life. That of course was much more obvious these days. It was actually the first thing that went through his mind once he was more comfortable with is powers. He always wanted to be a hero like his father, but now he could be a super hero. Someone to swoop in and save those in need then fly off and disappear as mysteriously as he appeared. It was a little corny and melodramatic he knew, but that boy inside him who would read comics under the bed covers late at night didn't care. He only cared that he was living his dream, helping people and stopping evil. He truly was a white knight that would ride into battle and save the damsel in distress.

He was violently taken out of his reprieve by a loud screech of static in his ear. He scrunched his eyes closed and flinched his head as he reached up to his mask covered ear and gently pressed down on the ear piece tucked into his right ear. It was a Global Justice communicator and it was usually tuned into a frequency reserved just for the Justice Squad but when he was out on his own he also adjusted it to the local police band so that he could help them out should something happen. From the sounds of it, something just happened.

"All units be on the look out for two suspicious males in their mid-to late twenties wearing sunglasses and hats. They were last scene on the corner of McCorkle and Schooley and are believed to be responsible for several armed robberies in the area," a female voice droned.

Instinctively, White Knight's eyes looked downward and scanned the streets below. Unfortunately, at that height he couldn't really make out any of the little details.

"Well that's easy to fix," he mused to himself before shooting down closer to the street.

He still stayed well above the public's heads so as not to accidentally run into someone or blow away someone's hat or other personal items, but was low enough that now he could at least make out the street signs. His eyes darted back and fourth as he tried to find the corner the muggers supposedly hung out on. It would take awhile, though, as Middleton was a fairly decent sized town. Again nowhere, near as large as Go City but still big enough to make searching a bit of a chore. At least he had the advantage of being out of the traffic unlike the police officers that were also out searching. He stopped and hovered over the street to get a better look at the signs, ignoring the "ooohs" and "aaahs" from the people below.

The one thing he didn't ignore though was the loud screaming that pierced the air. His head snapped in the direction it had come from and he saw a small alleyway tucked behind two buildings sitting right on the corner of McCorkle and Schooley.

Looks like the police were right, he thought before flying over to the alley.

He stopped to hover again and saw two women huddled in the back of the alley while their attackers slowly walked forward with guns pointed squarely at them. True to the description, the attackers were wearing sunglasses and hats covered by hooded sweatshirts and gloves to no doubt prevent leaving fingerprints. While they were obviously trying to threaten the women into handing over whatever money they had, the muggers seemed a bit apprehensive about approaching the woman with purple hair who was standing in front of her terrified blonde friend. Again smaller details were hard to make out from his height but there did seem to be something…off about the woman. Well, aside from her purple hair of course. Her eyes seemed almost solid blue and…glowing. In fact her whole body seemed to give off an almost metallic gleam under the red tank top and blue jeans she was wearing.

Shrugging the thought off to worry about later, he silently flew behind the two attackers to get a better shot at them. As he did so he could more clearly make out what they were saying.

"Alright freako just back off, give us what ya and your friend got there and no one gets hurt," one of them threatened.

Pretty standard stuff really. It was the woman's reaction that actually surprised the super hero though.

"Funny I was just about to say the same thing to you," she said with a slight smirk.

White Knight raised an eyebrow at the comment. Well not so much the comment itself as he had seen plenty of victims fight back, but rather the tone it was carried in. There was emotion to it but it had an echoing, almost mechanical quality to it that made her seem human and inhuman at the same time.

"We're not playing around here. Just give us what you got and we'll go."

"I think you should just go ahead and get out of here before something bad happens to you."

"I'd listen to the lady," White Knight said aloud, finally making his presence known.

The muggers spun around in surprised and looked rather confused at not immediately seeing anyone.

"Look up," the purple haired woman remarked as she stared intently at White Knight.

They took her advice and slowly turned their heads upwards. Upon seeing the white clad figure floating there their surprise quickly turned to fear at the unusual sight before them. Their hands began to shake as they tried to raise their guns to intimidate him, though they both suspected it was a futile effort. This feeling was verified when he wagged an index finger just before pointing it at them and firing two small beams of energy that knocked the guns out of their hands. They in panic and were about to run away when the forgotten woman behind them raised both her fists up and knocked them on the top of the heads. They let out two soft groans as they fell unconscious to the pavement.

Again White Knight was surprised by this mystery woman and despite his better judgment had to know more. He gently landed in front of her and picked up a discarded bag of clothes that he assumed was hers. When she stepped into the light to take it from him, his eyes grew a bit wide in surprise. It turned out his earlier assessment of her eyes was right; they were solid blue and glowing. That's because they were actually glass pieces covering a set of small lights. He also realized why her "skin" had the sheen to it; it was actually metal paneling connected together to make the form of a woman and painted to make a Caucasian skin tone. Now that he was up close he could see the joints and lines in the panels that covered her body.

Although he knew he had no right to be surprised by this turn of events, given his own uniqueness and that of his teammates, he was still amazed by the construct in front of him. So much so that he barely noticed that she had reached out to take the bag from him. It was only when he felt her smooth, and surprisingly warm, fingers brush against his that he snapped out of his daze and noticed that she was smiling at him. There was also something in the lights of her eyes that almost made it seem like she was fascinated by him as well. Or maybe…infatuated?

No that had to be his imagination. But the fact that she appeared to be talking wasn't.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, feeling embarrassed.

"I said, thanks for saving our lives," she repeated, her tone still mechanical but now more cheerful and a little nervous.

"Oh that's not problem. All in a day's work as they say. Are you sure you and friend are going to be alright Miss…?"

"Mimi. Just Mimi. At least for now."

"And I'm Vivian," the blonde in the light blue tube top and black skirt said from where she stood with a cell phone pressed to her ear. "And I'm calling the cops right now."

White Knight nodded. "Good idea. They're out looking for these two so it shouldn't take them long to get here," he said as he looked down at the two unconscious muggers. "They are going to be okay, right?"

"They should wake up with some lumps and really bad headaches but they'll be fine. I made sure to restrain myself," Mimi explained, alternating between looking at the muggers and the superhero. "So…you just go around saving damsels in distress?"

"It's all part of the job," he chuckled. "Speaking of which I should probably get back to it. I'm sure there are some other people out there that need my help."

She seemed disappointed at that.

"Oh, oh of course," she waved off, trying to act nonchalant. "Can't keep a busy super hero like yourself here all day listening to me ramble on."

"Right," he said unsurely. "So you two are going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah we'll be fine. We'll just wait here for the cops and then be on our way again."

"Fair enough," he remarked as he started to float into the air again. "Well then you ladies stay safe."

With that, he gave them a two-fingered salute before taking the skies once more. As he flew away he thought over what just happened and had a very odd thought occur to him. Being that he was a super hero and rescued people in their most distressed moments it wasn't unusual for the woman he saved to hit on him a bit. There was the attraction of being saved by someone, the allure of the unknown and he was sure the tight fitting outfit didn't hurt either. While he was certainly flattered by these advances he never acted upon them for fear of feeling like he was taking advantage of the woman's distress emotional state. Still he had gotten to the point where he could tell when that was happening and he could swear he just had another one of those moments.

With a robot. A highly advanced robot to be sure but still a robot nonetheless. It was a little…unsettling.

And here I thought my life couldn't get any weirder, he thought with an amused smile. Guess that just goes to show life can throw all kinds of surprises at you. Well then life…bring it on!

The End

Author's Notes: Well another "Spotlight" chapter down and with it the end of my mini Justice Squad arch. I know I didn't have one for Stonehenge but honestly I couldn't think of one. So that will have to come later. I hope you all enjoyed this little peak in White Knight's head and really hope you guys review. Especially since it took me for damn ever to write this chapter. I swear, six pages have never given me so many problems. Oy!

Now I'm sure you're all also wondering what Vivian and Mimi were doing out and about before they were almost mugged. And what exactly Mimi's feelings on White Knight are. Well those questions will all be answered in the next chapter that focuses on those two. Oh that's right kiddies, there's some continuity at work here. Promise not to make too much of it in this collection, but sometimes a little connectivity is good.

See ya guys later!