The Medic: Chapter Seven
Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating: PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre: Action, friendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Kid Flash
Summary: Kid Flash vs. Gorilla Grodd
Word Count: 1,467
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter Seven
Central City
February 10, 22:15 CDT
Grodd turned off his receiver. He didn’t need to watch the fight to know the outcome. Giganta would lose against the Martian and the Superboy. He would free her from prison later, and she would be all apologies and sweetness, as well as willing to destroy whatever he wished in return. It was a predictable relationship but a solid one.
The device he worked on bored him. Its construction required skill but the concept lacked imagination. He expected better from the Light, whoever they were. They kept him well supplied, and afforded him a full lab, so he didn’t ask too many questions.
Red lights flashed within his lab, and a piercing alarm resounded through the space. Grodd inspected his security camera feeds, the right exterior hallway’s transmission had been cut. He rewound the tape and slowed down the recording to see Kid Flash, upside down and blowing a raspberry, before the feed cut. Un-amused and unimpressed, Grodd sighed and pressed the button that activated his defenses. The flashing lights and alarm ceased, he returned to work, weary of interruptions.
Gorilla Breath must have updated his motion sensor program, Kid Flash thought as the alarm sounded. He ran up the walls of the stark hallway and hung his head over the security camera. Hope this gets my good side; he thought as he disconnected the feed and trashed the camera.
So much for ‘Surveillance only’-he’d just have to take Bananas down to make up for it. Panels in the walls, floor and ceiling flipped to reveal laser guns. They fired, all seconds slower than the young speedster. He dodged the blasts and duped the lasers into destroying each other. Kid Flash grinned as he kicked one of the destroyed guns.
“Grodd’s going to have to do better than that to stop me!” he boasted aloud. More panels flipped over, this time revealing whirling saw blades. Kid Flash slapped his forehead, “Great job Kid Mouth!”
Several rockets, flamethrowers, electric whips and mechanical attack dogs later Kid Flash made his way to Grodd’s main lab. He was a little singed, and sported a few well placed rips in his costume, but otherwise in top shape. He leaned over Grodd’s shoulder, munching on a power bar, and watching him work. Grodd didn’t flinch.
“What’cha working on Magilla?”
“What do you want? I have no time for fools.”
“Just checking up on you,” Kid Flash zoomed to another side of the lab inspecting Grodd’s gadgets. “Heard you were running with a new crowd.”
“Don’t touch that,” Grodd said tersely, halting the speedster before he picked up a high tech looking gun. “And stop getting crumbs everywhere!” Small machines scurried about vacuuming the floor. They bumped into KF’s feet demanding that he move. Kid Flash stepped over the little robots. “Didn’t your guardian teach you manners child?” Grodd questioned the young hero.
“Sorry.” KF sped back to Grodd’s side. “Want some?” He waved the remains of the power bar under Grodd’s nose, “Its Peanut Butter Banana,” he said in a sing song voice.
Grodd growled. He smacked the power bar aside, and out of KF’s hand. One of the cleaning robots sped over to suck up the wasted food.
“You could have just said no.” Kid Flash pouted, “Now who’s the rude one.”
Grodd roared and beat his chest. The speedster dashed to the other side of the lab.
“Easy Koko!”
“You have used up my patience child!” Grodd removed a laser gun from his walls. Blue stones pulsed along the gun's length. He blasted several times, each shot missing the speedster. Objects that were hit in KF’s stead floated in midair, surrounded by a blue light. “And who is Koko?”
“You know Magilla, but you don’t know Koko?” Kid Flash dodged more blasts.
“I can’t be expected to keep up with your stupid pop culture references.”
KF raced towards his foe. He sat on Grodd’s shoulders and drummed on his head “Hello! First Gorilla to learn Sign Language.” Kid Flash was gone before Grodd could grab him.
“Oh, that Koko. It was cute when she was little, but only humans would continue to call her such a childish name. She prefers Catherine. She is in her forties after all.”
“Woah! You know -“ Kid Flash, distracted by the conversation, unfortunately paused just long enough to be blasted. He was frozen in midair.
“We chat on the net sometimes.” Grodd lowered his laser. “The poor dear is starving for true conversation.”
I can’t…I can’t move, thought Kid flash. He did try, but he couldn’t even wiggle his big toe.
"This was created for your guardian," Grodd waved the laser gun in front of KF's immobile form, "But I have to thank you for allowing me to test it."He returned the laser gun back to its place, then pulled on a pair of metal gloves. Blue stones glowed on the glove's knuckles, matching the stones on the gun.
"I have one more thing for you to test." He grabbed the young hero by the foot, and pulled him along like a balloon on a string to a back room. Grodd slammed the boy onto a metal table and secured bracers to his legs and arms. Grodd activated a machine with the push of a button.
"Don't bother trying to vibrate through those." He tapped the cuffs. "They are set to move at the exact opposite frequency of the Flash's vibrations." The villain smiled smugly as he exited the room.
***
Gotham
February 12, 19:30 EDT
The knock on her window was no surprise. Cira was in the middle of unpacking when the sensation of being watched suddenly ceased. Her hope that the spies had simply given up was dashed when two familiar life signatures blipped on her radar. The larger, darker one disappeared as quietly as it appeared. The small, bright one headed in her direction. Cira sighed heavily and went to open the window, letting Robin into her room. He grinned up at her.
“Brought you a present!”
The boy held a large black briefcase. Cira took it from him tentatively; she placed the briefcase on a table and opened it. Robin perched on her bed and watched; the grin still plastered on his face.
“Really?” Inside was a dark costume. Cira pulled it out and shook it.
“Don’t look so unimpressed! Go try it on!”
Cira returned from the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror and twisted her body inspecting the suit. The costume was solid black with an off the shoulder neckline that connected to a cape. The neckline was accented with thick line of dark purple, making a wide v shape. The purple accent was repeated again by a belt low on her hips, the bat symbol adorning the belt. The cape was black on the outer side and purple on the underside. Her gloves and boots were black, the gloves spiked like Batman’s, and the boots had a purple accent at the top. The suit fit perfectly, the accuracy of the fit was unnerving. When did Batman acquire her measurements?
“You don’t like it?” Robin asked, too impatient to wait for an answer. “I thought I did a good job.”
“No it’s… nice.” She swished the cape around. “I’m just not sure about the cape. It might hinder my movements.”
Robin looked lost in thought. “No cape huh?”
“It’s not a big deal. Really!”
“We can change it. It’s just-“
A sharp knock interrupted Robin, “Cira? You in?” Rita called from the other side of the door.
Cira’s eyes widened, “One minute!” Cira grabbed the robe provided by the hotel and pulled it on, praying that it covered enough. “Robin!” she whispered. The boy had disappeared; she didn’t bother to search for him. She pulled off her gloves, and once her robe was secure she opened her door a crack.
“Hey,” Rita hesitated sensing that something was amiss. “We were gonna go out. See what nightlife in Gotham is like.”
“That sounds great but I’m wiped,” Cira hoped that she properly feigned exhaustion.
“You don’t look like you are ready for bed,” Rita examined her friend. “New boots?”
“You caught me in the middle that’s all,” Cira tugged at the robe showing her neck and a little shoulder, “And, yeah the boots are new. I was just trying them out.”
“Oh. We’ll be out for a while. Call if you change your mind, we can meet up!”
“Will do. Have a good night!”
Cira closed the door and leaned against it, wilting.
“That was close!” Robin magically reappeared.
Cira lazily pushed herself off the door. She then removed the robe. “What now?”
“Now we go out.” Robin reached into his cape and pulled out a dark purple domino mask. He handed it to Cira. “I’ll show you what nightlife in Gotham is really like.”
Chapter Six Chapter Eight
Author: Asase
Rating: PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre: Action, friendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Kid Flash
Summary: Kid Flash vs. Gorilla Grodd
Word Count: 1,467
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter Seven
Central City
February 10, 22:15 CDT
Grodd turned off his receiver. He didn’t need to watch the fight to know the outcome. Giganta would lose against the Martian and the Superboy. He would free her from prison later, and she would be all apologies and sweetness, as well as willing to destroy whatever he wished in return. It was a predictable relationship but a solid one.
The device he worked on bored him. Its construction required skill but the concept lacked imagination. He expected better from the Light, whoever they were. They kept him well supplied, and afforded him a full lab, so he didn’t ask too many questions.
Red lights flashed within his lab, and a piercing alarm resounded through the space. Grodd inspected his security camera feeds, the right exterior hallway’s transmission had been cut. He rewound the tape and slowed down the recording to see Kid Flash, upside down and blowing a raspberry, before the feed cut. Un-amused and unimpressed, Grodd sighed and pressed the button that activated his defenses. The flashing lights and alarm ceased, he returned to work, weary of interruptions.
Gorilla Breath must have updated his motion sensor program, Kid Flash thought as the alarm sounded. He ran up the walls of the stark hallway and hung his head over the security camera. Hope this gets my good side; he thought as he disconnected the feed and trashed the camera.
So much for ‘Surveillance only’-he’d just have to take Bananas down to make up for it. Panels in the walls, floor and ceiling flipped to reveal laser guns. They fired, all seconds slower than the young speedster. He dodged the blasts and duped the lasers into destroying each other. Kid Flash grinned as he kicked one of the destroyed guns.
“Grodd’s going to have to do better than that to stop me!” he boasted aloud. More panels flipped over, this time revealing whirling saw blades. Kid Flash slapped his forehead, “Great job Kid Mouth!”
Several rockets, flamethrowers, electric whips and mechanical attack dogs later Kid Flash made his way to Grodd’s main lab. He was a little singed, and sported a few well placed rips in his costume, but otherwise in top shape. He leaned over Grodd’s shoulder, munching on a power bar, and watching him work. Grodd didn’t flinch.
“What’cha working on Magilla?”
“What do you want? I have no time for fools.”
“Just checking up on you,” Kid Flash zoomed to another side of the lab inspecting Grodd’s gadgets. “Heard you were running with a new crowd.”
“Don’t touch that,” Grodd said tersely, halting the speedster before he picked up a high tech looking gun. “And stop getting crumbs everywhere!” Small machines scurried about vacuuming the floor. They bumped into KF’s feet demanding that he move. Kid Flash stepped over the little robots. “Didn’t your guardian teach you manners child?” Grodd questioned the young hero.
“Sorry.” KF sped back to Grodd’s side. “Want some?” He waved the remains of the power bar under Grodd’s nose, “Its Peanut Butter Banana,” he said in a sing song voice.
Grodd growled. He smacked the power bar aside, and out of KF’s hand. One of the cleaning robots sped over to suck up the wasted food.
“You could have just said no.” Kid Flash pouted, “Now who’s the rude one.”
Grodd roared and beat his chest. The speedster dashed to the other side of the lab.
“Easy Koko!”
“You have used up my patience child!” Grodd removed a laser gun from his walls. Blue stones pulsed along the gun's length. He blasted several times, each shot missing the speedster. Objects that were hit in KF’s stead floated in midair, surrounded by a blue light. “And who is Koko?”
“You know Magilla, but you don’t know Koko?” Kid Flash dodged more blasts.
“I can’t be expected to keep up with your stupid pop culture references.”
KF raced towards his foe. He sat on Grodd’s shoulders and drummed on his head “Hello! First Gorilla to learn Sign Language.” Kid Flash was gone before Grodd could grab him.
“Oh, that Koko. It was cute when she was little, but only humans would continue to call her such a childish name. She prefers Catherine. She is in her forties after all.”
“Woah! You know -“ Kid Flash, distracted by the conversation, unfortunately paused just long enough to be blasted. He was frozen in midair.
“We chat on the net sometimes.” Grodd lowered his laser. “The poor dear is starving for true conversation.”
I can’t…I can’t move, thought Kid flash. He did try, but he couldn’t even wiggle his big toe.
"This was created for your guardian," Grodd waved the laser gun in front of KF's immobile form, "But I have to thank you for allowing me to test it."He returned the laser gun back to its place, then pulled on a pair of metal gloves. Blue stones glowed on the glove's knuckles, matching the stones on the gun.
"I have one more thing for you to test." He grabbed the young hero by the foot, and pulled him along like a balloon on a string to a back room. Grodd slammed the boy onto a metal table and secured bracers to his legs and arms. Grodd activated a machine with the push of a button.
"Don't bother trying to vibrate through those." He tapped the cuffs. "They are set to move at the exact opposite frequency of the Flash's vibrations." The villain smiled smugly as he exited the room.
***
Gotham
February 12, 19:30 EDT
The knock on her window was no surprise. Cira was in the middle of unpacking when the sensation of being watched suddenly ceased. Her hope that the spies had simply given up was dashed when two familiar life signatures blipped on her radar. The larger, darker one disappeared as quietly as it appeared. The small, bright one headed in her direction. Cira sighed heavily and went to open the window, letting Robin into her room. He grinned up at her.
“Brought you a present!”
The boy held a large black briefcase. Cira took it from him tentatively; she placed the briefcase on a table and opened it. Robin perched on her bed and watched; the grin still plastered on his face.
“Really?” Inside was a dark costume. Cira pulled it out and shook it.
“Don’t look so unimpressed! Go try it on!”
Cira returned from the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror and twisted her body inspecting the suit. The costume was solid black with an off the shoulder neckline that connected to a cape. The neckline was accented with thick line of dark purple, making a wide v shape. The purple accent was repeated again by a belt low on her hips, the bat symbol adorning the belt. The cape was black on the outer side and purple on the underside. Her gloves and boots were black, the gloves spiked like Batman’s, and the boots had a purple accent at the top. The suit fit perfectly, the accuracy of the fit was unnerving. When did Batman acquire her measurements?
“You don’t like it?” Robin asked, too impatient to wait for an answer. “I thought I did a good job.”
“No it’s… nice.” She swished the cape around. “I’m just not sure about the cape. It might hinder my movements.”
Robin looked lost in thought. “No cape huh?”
“It’s not a big deal. Really!”
“We can change it. It’s just-“
A sharp knock interrupted Robin, “Cira? You in?” Rita called from the other side of the door.
Cira’s eyes widened, “One minute!” Cira grabbed the robe provided by the hotel and pulled it on, praying that it covered enough. “Robin!” she whispered. The boy had disappeared; she didn’t bother to search for him. She pulled off her gloves, and once her robe was secure she opened her door a crack.
“Hey,” Rita hesitated sensing that something was amiss. “We were gonna go out. See what nightlife in Gotham is like.”
“That sounds great but I’m wiped,” Cira hoped that she properly feigned exhaustion.
“You don’t look like you are ready for bed,” Rita examined her friend. “New boots?”
“You caught me in the middle that’s all,” Cira tugged at the robe showing her neck and a little shoulder, “And, yeah the boots are new. I was just trying them out.”
“Oh. We’ll be out for a while. Call if you change your mind, we can meet up!”
“Will do. Have a good night!”
Cira closed the door and leaned against it, wilting.
“That was close!” Robin magically reappeared.
Cira lazily pushed herself off the door. She then removed the robe. “What now?”
“Now we go out.” Robin reached into his cape and pulled out a dark purple domino mask. He handed it to Cira. “I’ll show you what nightlife in Gotham is really like.”
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