The Medic : Chapter one (Young Justice fanfic)
Universe: Mostly the Young Justice cartoon but I will be incorporating characters and concepts from the expanded DCU.
Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, friendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Young Justice characters, Batman characters
Summary: After an attack by the Injustice League Robin is sent to recruit an ex-D.E.O.operative.
Word Count: 2,291
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter One.Atlanta
February 2, 23:00 EDT
‘Exceptional’ was the word Batman used to describe her. Two weeks ago there was a hostage situation in downtown Atlanta. The Joker and a few friends of his re-formed the Injustice League. As a stunt they seized control of the civic building hosting a health and wellness symposium, the First Lady and Surgeon General being the most notable hostages. In exchange for the hostage’s safety they asked for a full quarter of the United State’s land mass. The Injustice League’s plans, grand as they were, failed. Exactly how the Joker escaped was a mystery, but Robin had a few guesses. He also had a few ideas for how to put the mad man back behind bars, but all of that was wasted now, and ‘exceptional’ is the last word he’d use to describe her.
Batman believed that she was the individual who’d taken out Killer Croc, thus freeing the bulk of the hostages. The confusion allowed the Justice League to secure the First Lady and Surgeon General, then take down the opposing league. The young woman’s scuffle was caught on security cameras, but the incident did not garner national praise. The government made sure to confiscate the tape, but not before Batman made his own copy. Robin had seen the tape; she was, in his opinion, okay. He wouldn’t have gotten caught.
***The Cave
January 28, 12:05 EDT
“Killer Croc and Doctor Light are in custody.” Batman pressed a button on the remote pulling up more pictures. “Joker and Harley are unaccounted for. So are Giganta and Gorilla Grodd.”
He addressed the group of young heroes in the briefing room. All stood at attention, eyes focused on the screens and eager to hunt.
“Kaldur and Artemis, I want you two to handle Joker and Harley.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kaldur stood straighter.
“We would get the clowns.” Artemis drawled, placing her hand on her hip.
“Superboy and Miss Martian, track down Giganta.”
The lovers nodded in affirmation before sharing a secret smile.
“Kid Flash find Grodd.”
“Yes!” the speedster pumped his fist into the air. “Payback time!”
“Surveillance only!” Batman spoke in a tone that bode no argument. “The League will take them down in time. We want to find out what they are really up to.”
“So the hostage situation?” Kaldur asked.
“Was a diversion,” Batman answered.
“Figures,” Robin muttered.
“Robin,” Batman focused the full intensity of his gaze upon his ward. “I have a special assignment for you.”
The rest of Robin’s Team headed out, discussing plans for the best way to achieve their objectives. Robin tried to not look sullen, to not fidget with impatience. He wanted, no needed to take the Joker down.
“Robin,” Batman called his ward over to the conference room normally used by Canary in her therapy sessions. Batman entered the room first, holding the door for Robin.
“I have the most experience dealing with the Joker.” The boy’ s voice shook; he slammed his hands on the table before turning to face his mentor. He looked Batman in the eyes daring him to argue.
“You do,” Batman clasped his hands behind his back and stared back; unmovable.
“So why wasn’t I sent to-“
“I told you, I have a special assignment for you.”
Batman approached the boy wonder, squeezed his shoulder and gave him a small smile. Something considered rare to others, normally intimidated by the cowl. Robin saw it for what it was: a trap.
***Atlanta
February 2, 23:30 EDT
So Robin is now stuck in a tree outside of the young woman’s house, sporadically adjusting himself to stop branches from digging in his back. He had been tailing Cira Mendes , born Cira Roberts, for four days and nothing exceptional had happened, plenty, however, of the ceptional, boring the boy. According to Kid Flash It wouldn’t be a complete loss. She was definitely more womanly than Megan or Artemis, he’d say. Robin’s ribs could feel the jab from KF’s elbow if he knew. Chasing girls was more KF’s thing. Robin would rather find out about her true connection to the D.E.O. .
Official records state that her mother worked for the department. Mrs. Roberts died in a traffic accident and Cira was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Mendes. But there were other files, heavily encrypted files, and he had yet to crack them. Cira sat at her desk studying for a test that she would easily pass. According to her records she had always been a top student but chose to attend a community college instead of a major university. She was well on her way to becoming a paramedic . Robin felt that it spoke well of her character, being a thankless job, but good intentions only went so far in their line of work. Cira closed her textbook and stretched. She didn’t move like a fighter despite having the muscle for it. Robin however had learned from watching his mentor’s alter ego that it didn’t take much to fool the uninitiated, so he kept close watch.
Robin lowered his binoculars as Cira exited her room. She would shower and return dressed for bed. She had exhibited the same behaviors for the past few days. It was finally time for her to settle down for the night, meaning that he could get some rest as well. He positioned cameras to watch her in the latter hours, hoping to catch her sneaking out for a late night adventure, and in four days the most scandalous thing she did was wake up at three to eat her housemate’s last slice of lemon cream pie.
“You’re a little young to be peeping in people’s windows.”
He could feel the intensity of her gaze on the back of his neck. He hid being startled with a smirk.
“I’m older than I look.”
There was no response. He jumped down from the tree and was forced to look up at her. Six feet tall, Robin had guessed, and about one hundred and fiftyish pounds, clear brown skin. Her eyes narrowed a bit after seeing him.
“So what tipped you off?” He brushed the dust off his suit.
“Nothing. But you have been following me since 6:02 Monday morning.”
Robin whistled.
“What does he want with me?”
“He?”
“Your boss,” she pointed to his crest. “I don’t have any information that he can use or can’t find out for himself.”
The boy laughed. “We’re not here to ask you about the D.E.O., ” Robin said. “We are actually here to offer you something!” He pulled a stark white envelope from his cape and offered it to her. The bat symbol was etched on the top.
She looked at the envelope and back to Robin, refusing to touch it. “Why?”
“He feels that you handled the hostage situation well.” Robin said and shrugged.
“Tell him I don’t want it.”
“But why? I saw the tape. You have the moves for it. Don’t you want to help people?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you think I’m doing now?”
Robin flinched. “I didn’t mean to insinuate that getting into a medical field won’t help people. But don’t you feel odd not using all of your abilities? You don’t have to give up your day job. Lots of heroes-“
She cut him off. “I don’t see how running around in brightly colored spandex-”
“Kevlar.”
“Kevlar,” she corrected, “Will help me feel like a whole person. If I wanted the attention I would become a doctor or surgeon. The world doesn’t need my skills for that. It doesn’t need another solider or another weapon. It needs people to help heal wounds not make them.” She walked past Robin back towards her house. “Tell him that I’m not interested. And go to bed it’s past your curfew,“ Her voice and body were casual but she had a gun tucked into the back of her pants. She left the handle visible; a small gesture that Robin decided was a threat.
Robin pulled up his communicator on his holo computer. “Batman.”
“How is your progress?”
“I hate to say it but I think I need to be re-trained,” Robin scratched the back of his head. “She knew the exact time that I started following her.”
“ It is a part of her abilities. If she didn’t notice you, she wouldn’t be worth the time.”
“Abilities? So she is a Meta! What did you send me after?”
“I’ll fill you in as necessary. What did she make of the offer?”
“She turned it down,” Robin said flatly, “She seemed pretty serious about it.”
“Did she become agitated or violent?”
“No. She did have a gun though, made sure that I’d see it.”
“Stay with her. Aqualad and Artemis’ search for the Joker produced interesting results. The Joker is still in Gotham, but Harley is heading south. She has already crossed into Georgia.”
“So we aren’t the only ones looking for her!” Robin said smirking.
“I’m updating your mission’s parameters. Locate Harley. And continue to keep an eye on your target.”
“No problem.”
“Robin.”
“Yes?”
“She has a negative history with being followed. We don’t know how she will react to your continued presence.”
“I’ll be careful.”
***
Atlanta
February 3, 15:40 EDT
Ignoring him was harder than she thought, but being upset about it did little for her appearance. The distraction certainly didn’t make tests taken at eight a.m. any easier. Scowling all day just wasn’t going work. Along with her height and her fro it’d make her the perfect caricature of some militant. So she plastered on a fake smile and continued with her day.
Cira did wonder how he was still following her. It was the middle of the day. Didn’t he have school? Surely an unsupervised kid in sunglasses milling around the grocery store should turn some heads? He kept an appropriate distance, and she wished that he would just drop the ruse. By now he should know that she knew of his presence. She turned back to examining the steak. She was generally in charge of grocery shopping, mostly because she had a good eye for deals. Her mother made certain of that. After the latest round of tests it was time for a small celebration and Cira needed a bit of normalcy right now.
Not only had the hostage situation disrupted her routine, old friends from Washington paid a visit last week, her patience with being followed was sorely tried. They visited on occasion, her friends from Washington, and it was always the same routine. They came in pairs and she would be watched for a day or two, then they would leave. One person instead of two? And so soon after their last check up? The deviation in the pattern had her spooked. Not knowing who was watching her and why caused an overreaction. She would apologize for the gun later, since Robin didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
***Cira's House
February 3, 17:02 EDT
She jostled the bags trying to regain balance as she pulled out her house keys. This weekends sale was exceptional, so she bought a bit too much for dinner. She performed a quick scan of the area, an old habit. Robin was still lurking around. She wondered if she should invite him in since they had extra, but with the guests she sensed inside there actually might not be enough. Two, no three people. One presence was vaguely familiar; it tickled the back of her mind. The other two belonged to no one that she had met before. Her housemates rarely had uninvited guests, they were all good at contacting each other over such matters. As she pondered the puzzle, her thoughts were interrupted by pain, the source being one of her roommates, Cale. Her housemates were all scared now. Rita however was angry, never a good sign, and that anger was followed by more pain.
Cira opened her front door slowly hoping to muffle the sound. She tiptoed into the foyer and placed the bags on the floor. The house was quiet, but she was sure that both her housemates and the intruders had heard her come in. As she walked to the living room the fear in the air intensified. They had converted the living room into a music room. King did a great job at keeping their instruments well tuned and organized; his drum set was now over turned. Posters once hung on the walls, they were now slashed. Various instruments normally hung in their cases littered the ground. Cira was grateful that she kept her birth mother’s viola in her room. The piano in the corner, a gift from Mio’s grandfather, was also thankfully untouched.
“Oh look the lady of the house is home!”
The intruder’s accent was thick, suggesting roots in Brooklyn. She was a slender young woman, dressed in a black and red body suit. She wore white face paint and a jester’s hat. Grinning like a deranged clown, she held a gun to Mio’s head, mussing the girl’s straight black hair. Cira’s other roommates were against the opposite wall, tied up and gagged. Cale looked close to passing out. His arm had been badly cut and he had the beginnings of a black eye. King was a ball of worry, his bright eyes focused on Rita. Rita’s forehead was bloodied. The color of the blood dampened her bottle honey blond hair. Despite being bound she appeared ready to launch herself at the intruder. Cira shared the sentiment. Whoever the intruder was Cira hoped that she was not as fragile as she looked. It had been a long day, and an even longer week.
A beat down was definitely in order.
Chapter two
Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, friendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Young Justice characters, Batman characters
Summary: After an attack by the Injustice League Robin is sent to recruit an ex-D.E.O.operative.
Word Count: 2,291
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter One.Atlanta
February 2, 23:00 EDT
‘Exceptional’ was the word Batman used to describe her. Two weeks ago there was a hostage situation in downtown Atlanta. The Joker and a few friends of his re-formed the Injustice League. As a stunt they seized control of the civic building hosting a health and wellness symposium, the First Lady and Surgeon General being the most notable hostages. In exchange for the hostage’s safety they asked for a full quarter of the United State’s land mass. The Injustice League’s plans, grand as they were, failed. Exactly how the Joker escaped was a mystery, but Robin had a few guesses. He also had a few ideas for how to put the mad man back behind bars, but all of that was wasted now, and ‘exceptional’ is the last word he’d use to describe her.
Batman believed that she was the individual who’d taken out Killer Croc, thus freeing the bulk of the hostages. The confusion allowed the Justice League to secure the First Lady and Surgeon General, then take down the opposing league. The young woman’s scuffle was caught on security cameras, but the incident did not garner national praise. The government made sure to confiscate the tape, but not before Batman made his own copy. Robin had seen the tape; she was, in his opinion, okay. He wouldn’t have gotten caught.
***The Cave
January 28, 12:05 EDT
“Killer Croc and Doctor Light are in custody.” Batman pressed a button on the remote pulling up more pictures. “Joker and Harley are unaccounted for. So are Giganta and Gorilla Grodd.”
He addressed the group of young heroes in the briefing room. All stood at attention, eyes focused on the screens and eager to hunt.
“Kaldur and Artemis, I want you two to handle Joker and Harley.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kaldur stood straighter.
“We would get the clowns.” Artemis drawled, placing her hand on her hip.
“Superboy and Miss Martian, track down Giganta.”
The lovers nodded in affirmation before sharing a secret smile.
“Kid Flash find Grodd.”
“Yes!” the speedster pumped his fist into the air. “Payback time!”
“Surveillance only!” Batman spoke in a tone that bode no argument. “The League will take them down in time. We want to find out what they are really up to.”
“So the hostage situation?” Kaldur asked.
“Was a diversion,” Batman answered.
“Figures,” Robin muttered.
“Robin,” Batman focused the full intensity of his gaze upon his ward. “I have a special assignment for you.”
The rest of Robin’s Team headed out, discussing plans for the best way to achieve their objectives. Robin tried to not look sullen, to not fidget with impatience. He wanted, no needed to take the Joker down.
“Robin,” Batman called his ward over to the conference room normally used by Canary in her therapy sessions. Batman entered the room first, holding the door for Robin.
“I have the most experience dealing with the Joker.” The boy’ s voice shook; he slammed his hands on the table before turning to face his mentor. He looked Batman in the eyes daring him to argue.
“You do,” Batman clasped his hands behind his back and stared back; unmovable.
“So why wasn’t I sent to-“
“I told you, I have a special assignment for you.”
Batman approached the boy wonder, squeezed his shoulder and gave him a small smile. Something considered rare to others, normally intimidated by the cowl. Robin saw it for what it was: a trap.
***Atlanta
February 2, 23:30 EDT
So Robin is now stuck in a tree outside of the young woman’s house, sporadically adjusting himself to stop branches from digging in his back. He had been tailing Cira Mendes , born Cira Roberts, for four days and nothing exceptional had happened, plenty, however, of the ceptional, boring the boy. According to Kid Flash It wouldn’t be a complete loss. She was definitely more womanly than Megan or Artemis, he’d say. Robin’s ribs could feel the jab from KF’s elbow if he knew. Chasing girls was more KF’s thing. Robin would rather find out about her true connection to the D.E.O. .
Official records state that her mother worked for the department. Mrs. Roberts died in a traffic accident and Cira was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Mendes. But there were other files, heavily encrypted files, and he had yet to crack them. Cira sat at her desk studying for a test that she would easily pass. According to her records she had always been a top student but chose to attend a community college instead of a major university. She was well on her way to becoming a paramedic . Robin felt that it spoke well of her character, being a thankless job, but good intentions only went so far in their line of work. Cira closed her textbook and stretched. She didn’t move like a fighter despite having the muscle for it. Robin however had learned from watching his mentor’s alter ego that it didn’t take much to fool the uninitiated, so he kept close watch.
Robin lowered his binoculars as Cira exited her room. She would shower and return dressed for bed. She had exhibited the same behaviors for the past few days. It was finally time for her to settle down for the night, meaning that he could get some rest as well. He positioned cameras to watch her in the latter hours, hoping to catch her sneaking out for a late night adventure, and in four days the most scandalous thing she did was wake up at three to eat her housemate’s last slice of lemon cream pie.
“You’re a little young to be peeping in people’s windows.”
He could feel the intensity of her gaze on the back of his neck. He hid being startled with a smirk.
“I’m older than I look.”
There was no response. He jumped down from the tree and was forced to look up at her. Six feet tall, Robin had guessed, and about one hundred and fiftyish pounds, clear brown skin. Her eyes narrowed a bit after seeing him.
“So what tipped you off?” He brushed the dust off his suit.
“Nothing. But you have been following me since 6:02 Monday morning.”
Robin whistled.
“What does he want with me?”
“He?”
“Your boss,” she pointed to his crest. “I don’t have any information that he can use or can’t find out for himself.”
The boy laughed. “We’re not here to ask you about the D.E.O., ” Robin said. “We are actually here to offer you something!” He pulled a stark white envelope from his cape and offered it to her. The bat symbol was etched on the top.
She looked at the envelope and back to Robin, refusing to touch it. “Why?”
“He feels that you handled the hostage situation well.” Robin said and shrugged.
“Tell him I don’t want it.”
“But why? I saw the tape. You have the moves for it. Don’t you want to help people?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you think I’m doing now?”
Robin flinched. “I didn’t mean to insinuate that getting into a medical field won’t help people. But don’t you feel odd not using all of your abilities? You don’t have to give up your day job. Lots of heroes-“
She cut him off. “I don’t see how running around in brightly colored spandex-”
“Kevlar.”
“Kevlar,” she corrected, “Will help me feel like a whole person. If I wanted the attention I would become a doctor or surgeon. The world doesn’t need my skills for that. It doesn’t need another solider or another weapon. It needs people to help heal wounds not make them.” She walked past Robin back towards her house. “Tell him that I’m not interested. And go to bed it’s past your curfew,“ Her voice and body were casual but she had a gun tucked into the back of her pants. She left the handle visible; a small gesture that Robin decided was a threat.
Robin pulled up his communicator on his holo computer. “Batman.”
“How is your progress?”
“I hate to say it but I think I need to be re-trained,” Robin scratched the back of his head. “She knew the exact time that I started following her.”
“ It is a part of her abilities. If she didn’t notice you, she wouldn’t be worth the time.”
“Abilities? So she is a Meta! What did you send me after?”
“I’ll fill you in as necessary. What did she make of the offer?”
“She turned it down,” Robin said flatly, “She seemed pretty serious about it.”
“Did she become agitated or violent?”
“No. She did have a gun though, made sure that I’d see it.”
“Stay with her. Aqualad and Artemis’ search for the Joker produced interesting results. The Joker is still in Gotham, but Harley is heading south. She has already crossed into Georgia.”
“So we aren’t the only ones looking for her!” Robin said smirking.
“I’m updating your mission’s parameters. Locate Harley. And continue to keep an eye on your target.”
“No problem.”
“Robin.”
“Yes?”
“She has a negative history with being followed. We don’t know how she will react to your continued presence.”
“I’ll be careful.”
***
Atlanta
February 3, 15:40 EDT
Ignoring him was harder than she thought, but being upset about it did little for her appearance. The distraction certainly didn’t make tests taken at eight a.m. any easier. Scowling all day just wasn’t going work. Along with her height and her fro it’d make her the perfect caricature of some militant. So she plastered on a fake smile and continued with her day.
Cira did wonder how he was still following her. It was the middle of the day. Didn’t he have school? Surely an unsupervised kid in sunglasses milling around the grocery store should turn some heads? He kept an appropriate distance, and she wished that he would just drop the ruse. By now he should know that she knew of his presence. She turned back to examining the steak. She was generally in charge of grocery shopping, mostly because she had a good eye for deals. Her mother made certain of that. After the latest round of tests it was time for a small celebration and Cira needed a bit of normalcy right now.
Not only had the hostage situation disrupted her routine, old friends from Washington paid a visit last week, her patience with being followed was sorely tried. They visited on occasion, her friends from Washington, and it was always the same routine. They came in pairs and she would be watched for a day or two, then they would leave. One person instead of two? And so soon after their last check up? The deviation in the pattern had her spooked. Not knowing who was watching her and why caused an overreaction. She would apologize for the gun later, since Robin didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
***Cira's House
February 3, 17:02 EDT
She jostled the bags trying to regain balance as she pulled out her house keys. This weekends sale was exceptional, so she bought a bit too much for dinner. She performed a quick scan of the area, an old habit. Robin was still lurking around. She wondered if she should invite him in since they had extra, but with the guests she sensed inside there actually might not be enough. Two, no three people. One presence was vaguely familiar; it tickled the back of her mind. The other two belonged to no one that she had met before. Her housemates rarely had uninvited guests, they were all good at contacting each other over such matters. As she pondered the puzzle, her thoughts were interrupted by pain, the source being one of her roommates, Cale. Her housemates were all scared now. Rita however was angry, never a good sign, and that anger was followed by more pain.
Cira opened her front door slowly hoping to muffle the sound. She tiptoed into the foyer and placed the bags on the floor. The house was quiet, but she was sure that both her housemates and the intruders had heard her come in. As she walked to the living room the fear in the air intensified. They had converted the living room into a music room. King did a great job at keeping their instruments well tuned and organized; his drum set was now over turned. Posters once hung on the walls, they were now slashed. Various instruments normally hung in their cases littered the ground. Cira was grateful that she kept her birth mother’s viola in her room. The piano in the corner, a gift from Mio’s grandfather, was also thankfully untouched.
“Oh look the lady of the house is home!”
The intruder’s accent was thick, suggesting roots in Brooklyn. She was a slender young woman, dressed in a black and red body suit. She wore white face paint and a jester’s hat. Grinning like a deranged clown, she held a gun to Mio’s head, mussing the girl’s straight black hair. Cira’s other roommates were against the opposite wall, tied up and gagged. Cale looked close to passing out. His arm had been badly cut and he had the beginnings of a black eye. King was a ball of worry, his bright eyes focused on Rita. Rita’s forehead was bloodied. The color of the blood dampened her bottle honey blond hair. Despite being bound she appeared ready to launch herself at the intruder. Cira shared the sentiment. Whoever the intruder was Cira hoped that she was not as fragile as she looked. It had been a long day, and an even longer week.
A beat down was definitely in order.
Chapter two