The Medic: Chapter Six
Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating: PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre: Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Batman, Robin, Superboy, Miss Martian
Summary: SuperMartian vs Giganta
Word Count: 1,792
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter Six
Washington D.C.
February 10, 21:45 EDT
Malls were creepier at night, Miss Martian thought. Devoid of the crowds that would have plagued it during the day, the silence transformed the space into a mausoleum. It was also disconcerting that a mall in Washington D.C. could be so similar to the ones in Happy Harbor. Did earthlings’ mass produce them? But in some twisted way she was now hanging out with her boyfriend at a mall, just like an earth girl, the thought made her smile. Superboy touched her lightly on her arm. Once he got her attention, he tapped his temple with his finger. Preoccupied with her own thoughts Miss Martian forgot to set up a telepathic link, she did so at once.
“I can hear someone,” He informed her. Superboy moved toward the sound as quietly as he could, Miss Martian followed.
The boutique was trashed: garments strewn across the floor, and furniture overturned. Giganta pulled another dress from the rack, she held the dark garment against herself and examined her reflection in a nearby mirror. She made a face and tossed the garment aside.
“What is she doing?” Superboy asked through the Martian’s telepathic link. He hid on the second floor of the boutique peering over the balcony. It had taken a considerable amount of time to track Giganta down. He expected her to be up to something more exciting.
Miss Martian hovered over the villainess in her camouflaged state. “She’s…shopping,” Miss Martian answered.
“Shopping?”
“I guess …technically it would be stealing though,” Miss Martian gave Superboy a mental shrug.
Giganta continued to paw through the racks, her eyes lighting up as she pulled out a pink gown. She slung the gown over her arm and smiled, then turned to face a portable TV and adjusted the dials. Grodd appeared on the TV’s screen, preoccupied with his work.
“Grodd, what do you think?” She held the garment to herself.
Grodd turned off his blowtorch and pushed up his mask. “This is what you contacted me for?”
“Grodd,” Giganta said menacingly.
Grodd sighed.
“Are they dating?” Miss Martian asked.
“Ew,” Superboy replied.
Miss Martian giggled through their link.
“Fine,” Grodd leans his head on his right hand and gives the twirl signal with his left,” Turn around.”
Giganta twirled.
“Isn’t there some rule about redheads and wearing pink?” Grodd asked.
Superboy groaned. “Is she seriously asking the monkey for fashion advice?”
“He’s not a monkey, he’s an ape,” Miss Martian said between giggles.
“Whatever, I hate them both.” Superboy answered.
“I never dress by convention.” Giganta turned and inspected her reflection in a nearby mirror.
“Nor should you,” Grodd pulled down his mask “What you normally wear is fine,” he returned to his work, sparks flying from his torch.
Giganta scoffed. “If I’m going to go to a ball, I’m going to be the best looking woman there.”
“You would be regardless,” Grodd answered, “But if you must, at least pick something that celebrates the beauty of your natural state.”
“No one needs to see that.” Superboy said, completely serious.
Miss Martian giggled again, however this time she made the mistake of doing so out loud. Giganta tossed the gown aside and picked up a manikin. She threw it like a javelin and it collided with Miss Martian sending the heroine to the ground.
“M’gann!” Superboy leapt from his hiding place to smash into Giganta. Giganta grew, breaking the ceiling. She batted Superboy away, sending the teen crashing through the building. The Giant stomped over to the Martian’s location and lifted her foot to squash the girl. Superboy retuned with a giant leap, creating another hole in the ceiling. He grabbed hold of Giganta’s foot and pushed her back. Giganta grew, applying more pressure and forcing the clone to his knees. Miss Martian awoke; placing her hands at her temples she used her power to push Giganta back, easing the pressure on her partner until he could stand upright. Superboy looked to the Martian for conformation. She nodded. Superboy grunted with exertion and Miss Martian stretched her arms forward palms out. They pushed the villainess back, forcing her to lose her balance. Giganta fell, her body destroying a large portion of the mall. Disoriented she shrunk down to normal size, her body now in the mall’s parking lot. The young heroes rushed outside, hoping to prevent the villainess’ escape.
Giganta wobbled as she stood up, growling threats. “I’m going to-“
“Well it’s not what Batman intended…” an amused female voice spoke from above.
The three looked up to see Wonder Woman hovering over them. She landed between the villainess and the couple. Placing her hands on the duo’s shoulders, she smiled. “But good job.”
Giganta scrambled to get away. The Martian Manhunter phased upwards from the ground blocking her escape. His eyes glowed red as he used his power to render her unconscious. As Giganta fell, the Martian moved to support her weight.
“Uncle!” Miss Martian beamed.
The Martian Manhunter returned a small smile.
“That is certainly enough excitement for tonight.” Wonder Woman removed her hands, “You two must be tired and hungry. You can stay at the embassy tonight. My chef makes great late night snacks. ”
The couple exchanged excited glances.
Wonder Woman cocked her head as if she was listening to something. “Oh! Would you two be sharing a room or-“
“Sharing a room?” The color drained from the older Martian’s face. He drooped, almost dropping Giganta.
The couple blushed furiously.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” the Amazon sighed, “I have got to stop gossiping with Eros.”
“Separate rooms are fine!” Miss Martian said hurriedly.
“Yes, separate!” Superboy added, “Always separate! Never together, ever!” He glanced nervously at his girlfriend’s mentor.
Wonder Woman laughed, the merry sound reverberated through the parking lot.
***
Gotham
February 12, 11:15 EDT
Rita wasn’t impressed with riding coach. She continued to express her discontent through the trip. Cira felt that it was just as well. With the continued presence of agents, being low key was for the best. An older gentleman at the Hartsfield-Jackson airport, a young lady who sat a few rows back on the plane, and a tall man when they arrived in Gotham, all spies for the trip. She lost track of them in the crowded streets of Gotham. The city was dark and charismatic. As a connoisseur of architecture, Cale pointed out the details on the buildings, his friends ignored his ramblings. At least they wouldn’t get lost, Cira thought, her head was tilted upwards as they walked down the city’s streets. King had family in the area and became the group’s tour guide. He led them to a family owned restaurant for a late lunch.
***
Gotham
February 12, 18:20 EDT
“Relax. I can handle it,” Robin leaned casually on the console, his arms crossed. Batman didn’t acknowledge the teen. “How hard could training her be? She must have some already from her time working for the government,” the Boy Wonder continued.
Batman resumed typing, his brow furrowed with concentration. The furrows deepened with impatience.
A map of Gotham was displayed on the screen. Red dots scattered about randomly, a picture of the Scarecrow on the bottom right corner. Batman leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of his chin. A week before the Injustice League’s reappearance several individuals were found dead on the streets of Gotham, their faces paralyzed in fear. Traces of Scarecrow’s gas were found within their systems. Mostly the homeless, beggars and vagabonds, there were a few ‘working women’ on the list, as well as tourists from overseas. People that society wouldn’t miss or would take too long to go looking for. Two things disturbed Batman the most. The Scarecrow’s formula had changed, several times in fact. He seemed to be testing out formulas, trying to make a more lethal composition. And the convenient appearance of the Injustice League, Batman suspected that it was a ruse to draw away his attention; his suspicions were confirmed by the Joker’s erratic behavior.
Aqualad and Artemis had informed him of Joker’s conversation with Luthor. Luthor was on the ball’s guest list. Miss Martian and Superboy summarized Giganta and Grodd’s conversation, confirming that the ball was a target. Batman would have to call in the League to handle the problem, the ball would be ruined, but he wasn’t too keen on interacting with Gotham’s elite anyway. The diversions suggested an orchestrator, one bigger than they originally assumed. Batman kept tabs on the Scarecrow, narrowing the possibilities of the secret lab’s location down to several square blocks. All it would take is a thorough search of the area. He would find what the Injustice League wanted him to overlook.
“Besides you have that movie premier to go to tonight right?” Robin asked breaking into Batman’s thoughts.
“I can cancel it.” Batman answered stiffly.
“Master Bruce if I may?” the butler paused momentarily before speaking again. “A night out on the town would be good for Bruce Wayne’s reputation and Batman’s sanity.” And health, Alfred thought. The stab wound on Batman’s side, gained in what would normally be a minor scuffle, had yet to heal. His employer was stressed and tired and that made him indulge in reckless behavior. Questioning his employer’s ability to take care of himself would get him nowhere. His sanity however was fair game. Batman lost that discussion the moment he began to jaunt about town in a bat suit. “You can’t just rely on the ball to alleviate suspicion. Besides you did promise Miss Silver.”
“I thought that you were dating Vicky again?” Robin asked
Batman glowered at them refusing to answer. The phone rang. Upon the screen a text box appeared.
Silver St. Cloud
Batman pressed a button on his wrist. “Hello Silver!” he said in a soothing tenor. He wandered deeper into the Batcave to continue his conversation.
Even for those that knew him hearing Bruce Wayne’s voice from Batman’s cowl was disturbing.
***
Gotham
February 12, 19:10 EDT
The spies were easy to spot and easier to take down. They had a simple set up in a hotel nearby Cira’s. Robin made certain to download all of the information from their electronic devices and leave them comfortably bundled for the police. They would be charged with stalking. The red tape would keep them occupied for some time.
“Fox finished it yesterday.” Batman arrived with a briefcase.
Robin reached out for it and Batman held the briefcase just out of his grasp.
“No stunts.”
“None,” the Boy Wonder answered.
“Just a routine patrol.”
“Riff raff, robbers and rapists. Got it!” Robin gave a mock salute.
Batman slowly handed Robin the case, immediately regretting it after seeing his ward’s wide grin.
Chapter Five
Chapter Seven
Author: Asase
Rating: PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre: Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Batman, Robin, Superboy, Miss Martian
Summary: SuperMartian vs Giganta
Word Count: 1,792
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter Six
Washington D.C.
February 10, 21:45 EDT
Malls were creepier at night, Miss Martian thought. Devoid of the crowds that would have plagued it during the day, the silence transformed the space into a mausoleum. It was also disconcerting that a mall in Washington D.C. could be so similar to the ones in Happy Harbor. Did earthlings’ mass produce them? But in some twisted way she was now hanging out with her boyfriend at a mall, just like an earth girl, the thought made her smile. Superboy touched her lightly on her arm. Once he got her attention, he tapped his temple with his finger. Preoccupied with her own thoughts Miss Martian forgot to set up a telepathic link, she did so at once.
“I can hear someone,” He informed her. Superboy moved toward the sound as quietly as he could, Miss Martian followed.
The boutique was trashed: garments strewn across the floor, and furniture overturned. Giganta pulled another dress from the rack, she held the dark garment against herself and examined her reflection in a nearby mirror. She made a face and tossed the garment aside.
“What is she doing?” Superboy asked through the Martian’s telepathic link. He hid on the second floor of the boutique peering over the balcony. It had taken a considerable amount of time to track Giganta down. He expected her to be up to something more exciting.
Miss Martian hovered over the villainess in her camouflaged state. “She’s…shopping,” Miss Martian answered.
“Shopping?”
“I guess …technically it would be stealing though,” Miss Martian gave Superboy a mental shrug.
Giganta continued to paw through the racks, her eyes lighting up as she pulled out a pink gown. She slung the gown over her arm and smiled, then turned to face a portable TV and adjusted the dials. Grodd appeared on the TV’s screen, preoccupied with his work.
“Grodd, what do you think?” She held the garment to herself.
Grodd turned off his blowtorch and pushed up his mask. “This is what you contacted me for?”
“Grodd,” Giganta said menacingly.
Grodd sighed.
“Are they dating?” Miss Martian asked.
“Ew,” Superboy replied.
Miss Martian giggled through their link.
“Fine,” Grodd leans his head on his right hand and gives the twirl signal with his left,” Turn around.”
Giganta twirled.
“Isn’t there some rule about redheads and wearing pink?” Grodd asked.
Superboy groaned. “Is she seriously asking the monkey for fashion advice?”
“He’s not a monkey, he’s an ape,” Miss Martian said between giggles.
“Whatever, I hate them both.” Superboy answered.
“I never dress by convention.” Giganta turned and inspected her reflection in a nearby mirror.
“Nor should you,” Grodd pulled down his mask “What you normally wear is fine,” he returned to his work, sparks flying from his torch.
Giganta scoffed. “If I’m going to go to a ball, I’m going to be the best looking woman there.”
“You would be regardless,” Grodd answered, “But if you must, at least pick something that celebrates the beauty of your natural state.”
“No one needs to see that.” Superboy said, completely serious.
Miss Martian giggled again, however this time she made the mistake of doing so out loud. Giganta tossed the gown aside and picked up a manikin. She threw it like a javelin and it collided with Miss Martian sending the heroine to the ground.
“M’gann!” Superboy leapt from his hiding place to smash into Giganta. Giganta grew, breaking the ceiling. She batted Superboy away, sending the teen crashing through the building. The Giant stomped over to the Martian’s location and lifted her foot to squash the girl. Superboy retuned with a giant leap, creating another hole in the ceiling. He grabbed hold of Giganta’s foot and pushed her back. Giganta grew, applying more pressure and forcing the clone to his knees. Miss Martian awoke; placing her hands at her temples she used her power to push Giganta back, easing the pressure on her partner until he could stand upright. Superboy looked to the Martian for conformation. She nodded. Superboy grunted with exertion and Miss Martian stretched her arms forward palms out. They pushed the villainess back, forcing her to lose her balance. Giganta fell, her body destroying a large portion of the mall. Disoriented she shrunk down to normal size, her body now in the mall’s parking lot. The young heroes rushed outside, hoping to prevent the villainess’ escape.
Giganta wobbled as she stood up, growling threats. “I’m going to-“
“Well it’s not what Batman intended…” an amused female voice spoke from above.
The three looked up to see Wonder Woman hovering over them. She landed between the villainess and the couple. Placing her hands on the duo’s shoulders, she smiled. “But good job.”
Giganta scrambled to get away. The Martian Manhunter phased upwards from the ground blocking her escape. His eyes glowed red as he used his power to render her unconscious. As Giganta fell, the Martian moved to support her weight.
“Uncle!” Miss Martian beamed.
The Martian Manhunter returned a small smile.
“That is certainly enough excitement for tonight.” Wonder Woman removed her hands, “You two must be tired and hungry. You can stay at the embassy tonight. My chef makes great late night snacks. ”
The couple exchanged excited glances.
Wonder Woman cocked her head as if she was listening to something. “Oh! Would you two be sharing a room or-“
“Sharing a room?” The color drained from the older Martian’s face. He drooped, almost dropping Giganta.
The couple blushed furiously.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” the Amazon sighed, “I have got to stop gossiping with Eros.”
“Separate rooms are fine!” Miss Martian said hurriedly.
“Yes, separate!” Superboy added, “Always separate! Never together, ever!” He glanced nervously at his girlfriend’s mentor.
Wonder Woman laughed, the merry sound reverberated through the parking lot.
***
Gotham
February 12, 11:15 EDT
Rita wasn’t impressed with riding coach. She continued to express her discontent through the trip. Cira felt that it was just as well. With the continued presence of agents, being low key was for the best. An older gentleman at the Hartsfield-Jackson airport, a young lady who sat a few rows back on the plane, and a tall man when they arrived in Gotham, all spies for the trip. She lost track of them in the crowded streets of Gotham. The city was dark and charismatic. As a connoisseur of architecture, Cale pointed out the details on the buildings, his friends ignored his ramblings. At least they wouldn’t get lost, Cira thought, her head was tilted upwards as they walked down the city’s streets. King had family in the area and became the group’s tour guide. He led them to a family owned restaurant for a late lunch.
***
Gotham
February 12, 18:20 EDT
“Relax. I can handle it,” Robin leaned casually on the console, his arms crossed. Batman didn’t acknowledge the teen. “How hard could training her be? She must have some already from her time working for the government,” the Boy Wonder continued.
Batman resumed typing, his brow furrowed with concentration. The furrows deepened with impatience.
A map of Gotham was displayed on the screen. Red dots scattered about randomly, a picture of the Scarecrow on the bottom right corner. Batman leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of his chin. A week before the Injustice League’s reappearance several individuals were found dead on the streets of Gotham, their faces paralyzed in fear. Traces of Scarecrow’s gas were found within their systems. Mostly the homeless, beggars and vagabonds, there were a few ‘working women’ on the list, as well as tourists from overseas. People that society wouldn’t miss or would take too long to go looking for. Two things disturbed Batman the most. The Scarecrow’s formula had changed, several times in fact. He seemed to be testing out formulas, trying to make a more lethal composition. And the convenient appearance of the Injustice League, Batman suspected that it was a ruse to draw away his attention; his suspicions were confirmed by the Joker’s erratic behavior.
Aqualad and Artemis had informed him of Joker’s conversation with Luthor. Luthor was on the ball’s guest list. Miss Martian and Superboy summarized Giganta and Grodd’s conversation, confirming that the ball was a target. Batman would have to call in the League to handle the problem, the ball would be ruined, but he wasn’t too keen on interacting with Gotham’s elite anyway. The diversions suggested an orchestrator, one bigger than they originally assumed. Batman kept tabs on the Scarecrow, narrowing the possibilities of the secret lab’s location down to several square blocks. All it would take is a thorough search of the area. He would find what the Injustice League wanted him to overlook.
“Besides you have that movie premier to go to tonight right?” Robin asked breaking into Batman’s thoughts.
“I can cancel it.” Batman answered stiffly.
“Master Bruce if I may?” the butler paused momentarily before speaking again. “A night out on the town would be good for Bruce Wayne’s reputation and Batman’s sanity.” And health, Alfred thought. The stab wound on Batman’s side, gained in what would normally be a minor scuffle, had yet to heal. His employer was stressed and tired and that made him indulge in reckless behavior. Questioning his employer’s ability to take care of himself would get him nowhere. His sanity however was fair game. Batman lost that discussion the moment he began to jaunt about town in a bat suit. “You can’t just rely on the ball to alleviate suspicion. Besides you did promise Miss Silver.”
“I thought that you were dating Vicky again?” Robin asked
Batman glowered at them refusing to answer. The phone rang. Upon the screen a text box appeared.
Silver St. Cloud
Batman pressed a button on his wrist. “Hello Silver!” he said in a soothing tenor. He wandered deeper into the Batcave to continue his conversation.
Even for those that knew him hearing Bruce Wayne’s voice from Batman’s cowl was disturbing.
***
Gotham
February 12, 19:10 EDT
The spies were easy to spot and easier to take down. They had a simple set up in a hotel nearby Cira’s. Robin made certain to download all of the information from their electronic devices and leave them comfortably bundled for the police. They would be charged with stalking. The red tape would keep them occupied for some time.
“Fox finished it yesterday.” Batman arrived with a briefcase.
Robin reached out for it and Batman held the briefcase just out of his grasp.
“No stunts.”
“None,” the Boy Wonder answered.
“Just a routine patrol.”
“Riff raff, robbers and rapists. Got it!” Robin gave a mock salute.
Batman slowly handed Robin the case, immediately regretting it after seeing his ward’s wide grin.
Chapter Five
Chapter Seven