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Judgement [Young Justice Self Insert]
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A/N This is my first thread ever so I hope I don't screw this up too badly. I've been obsessed with young justice self inserts, which spontaneously birthed a plot bunny that just wouldn't leave my head.
Please note that she will not be joining up with the team immediately. Also, fair warning there are some crossover elements, but only so I didn't have to make up a boatload of original background characters. You don't have to know anything from the shows they are based on, or even know their from any shows at all.
More seriously though, I will be borrowing from the DCAU especially for the beginning arc as we were not really shown what the JL or villains get up to outside the Team and it never made sense to me that every part of their evil plans just happened to coincide with the Team doing something about it. Also, adding a few more members to the JL because I needed a mentor for my insert, and those that do appear are either mentoring someone else, or just don't fit with her powers or character.
With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the prologue to my story, it's rather short but I'll post the first full chapter up soon.
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XX| XX
6:02 P.M.
I was warm.
That was my first thought. I was warm.
My consciousness flickered in and out through a haze, like one does when they are dreaming.
I was warm snuggled in a giant blanket, or at least something that felt like it. It was comfy, like being reborn into a giant fuzzy burrito.
In that moment I firmly felt like I could deal with being a giant fuzzy burrito if this was what it felt like.
Just when I was about to go back to sleep, I felt a hand touch me. It was could and not quite right, not skin like perhaps, more like a latex glove or something.
Whatever it was, it was itchy, and I didn't like it.
I tried to shrug the hand off, but I found that I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried my body just wouldn't move.
That got my attention.
Now that I was paying a bit more attention to my situation, I realized that I wasn't in a fluffy blanket like I had thought.
I couldn't open my eyes, but one thing now pervaded my senses, muffling the worried snippets of dialogue that filtered through my blocked ears.
-…Oh My God! Is she dead?!...-
-…Holy Shit, I killed someone! I killed someone!...-
-…She just appeared in the middle of the road I swear…-
-…Hospital…-
-…Ambulance…-
-…Head Wound. She's losing too much blood!...-
Blood. The overpowering smell of blood rang in my senses, coppery tang and iron oxide within. The smell after it has been mixed with motor oil and filthy rain water.
The fuzzy sounds quieted down after a minute, as the wail of an ambulance siren overpowered it.
As strong arms lifted me into the back, it finally dawned on me that it had been my blood I was smelling.
'Well whatever,' I thought as the warm feeling overtook me once more, 'I just wanna be warm again.'
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A/N Because not every ROB can just conveniently drop the SI off into an abandoned alley/ field/ space or something. Sometimes they mess up too.
Please note that she will not be joining up with the team immediately. Also, fair warning there are some crossover elements, but only so I didn't have to make up a boatload of original background characters. You don't have to know anything from the shows they are based on, or even know their from any shows at all.
More seriously though, I will be borrowing from the DCAU especially for the beginning arc as we were not really shown what the JL or villains get up to outside the Team and it never made sense to me that every part of their evil plans just happened to coincide with the Team doing something about it. Also, adding a few more members to the JL because I needed a mentor for my insert, and those that do appear are either mentoring someone else, or just don't fit with her powers or character.
With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the prologue to my story, it's rather short but I'll post the first full chapter up soon.
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XX| XX
6:02 P.M.
I was warm.
That was my first thought. I was warm.
My consciousness flickered in and out through a haze, like one does when they are dreaming.
I was warm snuggled in a giant blanket, or at least something that felt like it. It was comfy, like being reborn into a giant fuzzy burrito.
In that moment I firmly felt like I could deal with being a giant fuzzy burrito if this was what it felt like.
Just when I was about to go back to sleep, I felt a hand touch me. It was could and not quite right, not skin like perhaps, more like a latex glove or something.
Whatever it was, it was itchy, and I didn't like it.
I tried to shrug the hand off, but I found that I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried my body just wouldn't move.
That got my attention.
Now that I was paying a bit more attention to my situation, I realized that I wasn't in a fluffy blanket like I had thought.
I couldn't open my eyes, but one thing now pervaded my senses, muffling the worried snippets of dialogue that filtered through my blocked ears.
-…Oh My God! Is she dead?!...-
-…Holy Shit, I killed someone! I killed someone!...-
-…She just appeared in the middle of the road I swear…-
-…Hospital…-
-…Ambulance…-
-…Head Wound. She's losing too much blood!...-
Blood. The overpowering smell of blood rang in my senses, coppery tang and iron oxide within. The smell after it has been mixed with motor oil and filthy rain water.
The fuzzy sounds quieted down after a minute, as the wail of an ambulance siren overpowered it.
As strong arms lifted me into the back, it finally dawned on me that it had been my blood I was smelling.
'Well whatever,' I thought as the warm feeling overtook me once more, 'I just wanna be warm again.'
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A/N Because not every ROB can just conveniently drop the SI off into an abandoned alley/ field/ space or something. Sometimes they mess up too.
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Okay, I figured that I would try to get this first chapter out early because the prologue was so short. I mentioned earlier that there was a rather large time skip. This is it. If you want to see the aftermath of the first chapter and how she got to where she is now that will be posted in interludes down the line.
This is also the start of the crossover elements and where I begin to incorporate the DCAU elements.
I am a little nervous about this one because it involves a lot of motion and I am terrible at describing the way things move.
It's also unbetaed so I'm sure their will be some grammar issues that I'll try to go through and fix.
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08|24
3:34 P.M.
The baton shines as the sun reflects of its metal shaft as it twirls in the air before land in my open palm when I grasp it.
Aluminum. Steel.
There isn't a very large park gathered here today in the park where I twirl. Metropolis is used to such sights, in a land where Superman creates sonic booms almost every day, one teenage girl baton twirling in the park isn't going to catch much attention.
That's fine. I don't need a large crowd to notice me. I just need one specific person to notice me.
The music ends after my final catch, and I stop twirling for a moment to take a drink of water, hands brushing against the second baton next to me. As I reach down into my sports bag to grab a plastic bottle, I surreptitiously reach towards my I ear to turn on the communicator within.
Copper. Aluminum.
"Railgun," I radio in as I uncap my bottle, voice clipped and serious, "Have you spotted the target yet?"
The mini speaker crackles with electricity as the other teenager radios back.
"I've seen nothing of the asshole yet Polaris, have you been obvious enough about what you were doing."
I held back the annoyance in my voice at the dismissive tone of her words.
"I've been as obvious as I can be without being so obvious that they know it's a trap."
My annoyance must have leaked through anyway as she immediately apologizes.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you Polaris, I know you've been doing your best. It's just that we've been baiting this guy for over a week now, and the longer we wait the longer those kids are stuck there."
I take a long sip of my water as I consider how to respond to her apology.
"I know you're just concerned for them, but I also know that if I make what I'm doing too obvious, the target is going to realize that I'm the bait. I'm going to go back and put on another show. Keep watch Railgun."
With those parting words, I grab one of my batons again and restart the old boombox I'm using to project the music to central park
Aluminum, Ferrofluid, Titanium
A smile finds its way onto my face as I let myself be taken away in the comforting feeling of the constantly shifting weight of the baton as it is propelled around my finger only to be caught by the one next to it.
I shift my arm so that the baton is parallel to my elbow, always have to be careful not to get hit with it there. It turns into a ring before I turn it perpendicular, like the world's worst kayak paddle.
The tempo speeds up and so do I as the baton is raised above my head in a loop, changing from hand to hand before I preform a crossover under one leg. I have to make sure not neglect my feet either, as I pirouette baton in hand. The music is reaching climax of its chorus now as I prepare for my big move. I make sure that my hand is level as the baton turns creating a metal ring, with a push the baton is shooting straight up in the air as I turn around so I'm not facing it, one hand pressed against the small of my back. The baton flips three times in the air before hitting my hand right where I intended it to, to the awe of the small crowd.
The song goes on, but I've made my move. I finish the loose choreography, grape vining and twirling to the beat. I get another bit of awe out of the crowd as twirl the baton around one palm, letting the force of the turns push it right back into my palms.
The music fades away and I make a show out of breathing heavily, beads of sweat running down my forehead. The crowd claps for me, and then they dissipate to move on with their day. All except one beefy man in a suit and bowler hat that practically screams evil minion.
I pretend not to notice this fact as I walk over to my bag to grab my second baton.
"Railgun. I think I've found our way in, stand by for tracking."
I pull out my water bottle to drink, carefully noting the man's movements as he comes over to approach me, the fakest smile I have ever seen in my life on his face.
Steel, Aluminum, Potassium
A gun then, a pistol from its composition. I can handle that.
"That was a wonderful performance today. I have never seen anyone baton twirl with as much skill as you."
God. Even his voice is slimy, it feels like a pedophilic slug is climbing up my neck.
"I'm-I'm sure you must be exaggerating, but the complement is, uh, very nice mister-mister…" I try to put nerves into my voice to give off the air of a girl who might have been caught with her arm in the cookie jar, but she doesn't know for sure yet.
"James, James Boscovich. I assure it is not just an idle complement. Being able to make the baton flip three times in the air and still catch it with your back turned, the way you flipped it perfectly around your arm, and how you never made a single mistake or even came close to dropping it is astounding. Your performance just now was perfect." God his smile is even my slimy now, ewww.
"I- thank you, but, you see, I'm not. I should really be going now it was nice talking to you sir." I hurriedly exaggerate my movements as I make a show of trying to pack up everything into my duffle bag.
"No. Don't go yet. My employer, Lex Luthor, always has an eye out for quality. I think you fit the bar. If you would be willing to…preform, let's call it, for him, I'm sure he would reward you greatly." He makes a point of letting me see the handgun strapped to his thigh. Not a threat, if I had the kind of abilities he thinks I have it would not be a threat. A show of force then, making it quite clear what kind of offer he's really giving me behind his thin veneer of politeness.
I add a huff to my voice. "I'm very sorry but while he is a great businessman, Lex Luthor is very low on my list of people I want to be anywhere near. Thank you for the offer mister. Have a good day." I turned away from him to leave when I caught a rustle in the leaves of the tree next to me.
Steel, Titanium
Swords. Not Railgun then. His back up.
"I'm sorry. That wasn't a request. You will be coming with me, all you did was turn down the easy way. Cheshire, get her for me."
A lady with two sais jumps down from the trees. She wears thigh-high black boots, black gloves, and a green kimono top, but the most notable thing about her is her grinning cat like mask under her bushy black hair.
Cheshire. Jade Nguyen. If I remember correctly she hooks up with Roy Harper and has a kid with him. Wonder where that's going.
She comes at me quickly with her sais before I notice. Her sais go wide and I make a show of attempting to block them with my batons, slipping the rod into the tendril things at the end. She gets my baton loose before I can wrest them from her hands and she changes tactics aiming for a kick to my head instead. That connects. I fall to the ground, seemingly losing consciousness from the force of the blow, as the slimeball arranges me to be transported into a nearby getaway car.
My hair hides my smirk as they push me in, the idiots never notice the short brown-haired girl who crackles with electricity in the trees behind them.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Gotcha.
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Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Some of it was meant to be a little confusing, but I will try to answer any questions and take any suggestions to make this chapter as clear as possible.
Edit: I had to rush out and forgot to say this, but she's twirling to Please Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna, in case you were wondering.
This is also the start of the crossover elements and where I begin to incorporate the DCAU elements.
I am a little nervous about this one because it involves a lot of motion and I am terrible at describing the way things move.
It's also unbetaed so I'm sure their will be some grammar issues that I'll try to go through and fix.
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08|24
3:34 P.M.
The baton shines as the sun reflects of its metal shaft as it twirls in the air before land in my open palm when I grasp it.
Aluminum. Steel.
There isn't a very large park gathered here today in the park where I twirl. Metropolis is used to such sights, in a land where Superman creates sonic booms almost every day, one teenage girl baton twirling in the park isn't going to catch much attention.
That's fine. I don't need a large crowd to notice me. I just need one specific person to notice me.
The music ends after my final catch, and I stop twirling for a moment to take a drink of water, hands brushing against the second baton next to me. As I reach down into my sports bag to grab a plastic bottle, I surreptitiously reach towards my I ear to turn on the communicator within.
Copper. Aluminum.
"Railgun," I radio in as I uncap my bottle, voice clipped and serious, "Have you spotted the target yet?"
The mini speaker crackles with electricity as the other teenager radios back.
"I've seen nothing of the asshole yet Polaris, have you been obvious enough about what you were doing."
I held back the annoyance in my voice at the dismissive tone of her words.
"I've been as obvious as I can be without being so obvious that they know it's a trap."
My annoyance must have leaked through anyway as she immediately apologizes.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you Polaris, I know you've been doing your best. It's just that we've been baiting this guy for over a week now, and the longer we wait the longer those kids are stuck there."
I take a long sip of my water as I consider how to respond to her apology.
"I know you're just concerned for them, but I also know that if I make what I'm doing too obvious, the target is going to realize that I'm the bait. I'm going to go back and put on another show. Keep watch Railgun."
With those parting words, I grab one of my batons again and restart the old boombox I'm using to project the music to central park
Aluminum, Ferrofluid, Titanium
A smile finds its way onto my face as I let myself be taken away in the comforting feeling of the constantly shifting weight of the baton as it is propelled around my finger only to be caught by the one next to it.
I shift my arm so that the baton is parallel to my elbow, always have to be careful not to get hit with it there. It turns into a ring before I turn it perpendicular, like the world's worst kayak paddle.
The tempo speeds up and so do I as the baton is raised above my head in a loop, changing from hand to hand before I preform a crossover under one leg. I have to make sure not neglect my feet either, as I pirouette baton in hand. The music is reaching climax of its chorus now as I prepare for my big move. I make sure that my hand is level as the baton turns creating a metal ring, with a push the baton is shooting straight up in the air as I turn around so I'm not facing it, one hand pressed against the small of my back. The baton flips three times in the air before hitting my hand right where I intended it to, to the awe of the small crowd.
The song goes on, but I've made my move. I finish the loose choreography, grape vining and twirling to the beat. I get another bit of awe out of the crowd as twirl the baton around one palm, letting the force of the turns push it right back into my palms.
The music fades away and I make a show out of breathing heavily, beads of sweat running down my forehead. The crowd claps for me, and then they dissipate to move on with their day. All except one beefy man in a suit and bowler hat that practically screams evil minion.
I pretend not to notice this fact as I walk over to my bag to grab my second baton.
"Railgun. I think I've found our way in, stand by for tracking."
I pull out my water bottle to drink, carefully noting the man's movements as he comes over to approach me, the fakest smile I have ever seen in my life on his face.
Steel, Aluminum, Potassium
A gun then, a pistol from its composition. I can handle that.
"That was a wonderful performance today. I have never seen anyone baton twirl with as much skill as you."
God. Even his voice is slimy, it feels like a pedophilic slug is climbing up my neck.
"I'm-I'm sure you must be exaggerating, but the complement is, uh, very nice mister-mister…" I try to put nerves into my voice to give off the air of a girl who might have been caught with her arm in the cookie jar, but she doesn't know for sure yet.
"James, James Boscovich. I assure it is not just an idle complement. Being able to make the baton flip three times in the air and still catch it with your back turned, the way you flipped it perfectly around your arm, and how you never made a single mistake or even came close to dropping it is astounding. Your performance just now was perfect." God his smile is even my slimy now, ewww.
"I- thank you, but, you see, I'm not. I should really be going now it was nice talking to you sir." I hurriedly exaggerate my movements as I make a show of trying to pack up everything into my duffle bag.
"No. Don't go yet. My employer, Lex Luthor, always has an eye out for quality. I think you fit the bar. If you would be willing to…preform, let's call it, for him, I'm sure he would reward you greatly." He makes a point of letting me see the handgun strapped to his thigh. Not a threat, if I had the kind of abilities he thinks I have it would not be a threat. A show of force then, making it quite clear what kind of offer he's really giving me behind his thin veneer of politeness.
I add a huff to my voice. "I'm very sorry but while he is a great businessman, Lex Luthor is very low on my list of people I want to be anywhere near. Thank you for the offer mister. Have a good day." I turned away from him to leave when I caught a rustle in the leaves of the tree next to me.
Steel, Titanium
Swords. Not Railgun then. His back up.
"I'm sorry. That wasn't a request. You will be coming with me, all you did was turn down the easy way. Cheshire, get her for me."
A lady with two sais jumps down from the trees. She wears thigh-high black boots, black gloves, and a green kimono top, but the most notable thing about her is her grinning cat like mask under her bushy black hair.
Cheshire. Jade Nguyen. If I remember correctly she hooks up with Roy Harper and has a kid with him. Wonder where that's going.
She comes at me quickly with her sais before I notice. Her sais go wide and I make a show of attempting to block them with my batons, slipping the rod into the tendril things at the end. She gets my baton loose before I can wrest them from her hands and she changes tactics aiming for a kick to my head instead. That connects. I fall to the ground, seemingly losing consciousness from the force of the blow, as the slimeball arranges me to be transported into a nearby getaway car.
My hair hides my smirk as they push me in, the idiots never notice the short brown-haired girl who crackles with electricity in the trees behind them.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Gotcha.
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Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Some of it was meant to be a little confusing, but I will try to answer any questions and take any suggestions to make this chapter as clear as possible.
Edit: I had to rush out and forgot to say this, but she's twirling to Please Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna, in case you were wondering.
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Iron 1.2
- Location
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So this should hopefully answer some of the questions you had with the last chapter. If anything is still super unclear, let me know and I'l answer if I can. I hope I conveyed what was happening well enough. Comments are always appreciated, feel free to give any constructive criticism.
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08|24
9.56 P.M.
I awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling.
I was strapped to some sort of hospital bed, clothed only in a hospital gown and some sort of electronic collar around my neck.
Lithium, Steel, Copper
The room was completely white except for the large beeping machines that sat in the middle. There were men whom I thought were scientists, based on their lab coats and facemasks, standing around me and constantly taking notes.
"Subject 24129 has regained consciousness. Monitor vital signs and any change of brain waves."
"I-What? What's going on? Where am I?" I blinked my eyes several times for effect, to truly make sure I gave off the air of an innocent confused street rat.
"Subject appears to be shocked but vital signs are steady. Brainwaves are steady as well. Inhibitor seems to work perfectly."
I struggle against my bonds.
"Let me go! You can't keep me here, it's against the law. Let. Me. Go." I screw up my face in seemingly intense concentration.
"Subject is struggling against bonds. Deploy shock punishment, Level 1."
The collar thrummed with electricity, delivering painful shocks throughout my body as I screamed myself hoarse. Fuck that hurts.
When the shock was over I sat there panting to try and regain my breath. The scientists' expression didn't waver at all.
"Shock treatment administered. Subject appears to have calmed down. Beginning report and examination." With that final statement, one of the scientists walked over to me and hit a button near my bed that opened up an elevator thingy.
The Fuck.
The area of the floor my bed was on slowly started descending down a narrow hole before depositing me in what looked like if you combined a classic martial arts dojo and a shooting range. There were human shaped dummies and rifles strapped to the walls. The scientist dropped down behind me and continued to speak into a little voice recorder.
"Beginning file. Subject Number: 24129. Real Name: Irene Vega. Age: 16 Years Old. Presumed Power: Minor Telekinesis. Begin tests now. Disabling first level of the power inhibitor."
The iron bonds that strapped me to the bed released, allowing me to stand up shakily.
He then turned towards me and pointed at one of the dummies, this one the classic rubber man on a stick.
"Subject, attempt to throw Dummy #1 into the wall."
An expression of surprise was painted on to my face.
"What? Fuck no. I'm not listening to anything you bastards say!" I lifted my hands up like I was going to attempt to shove him.
"Subject is disobedient. Deploy shock punishment. Level 2.
The electricity was even worse now. I swore I was never going to laugh at whoever became Railgun's sparring partner ever again.
"Attempt to throw Dummy #1 into the wall. If you fail to comply you will have to be punished with Level 3."
I was definitely complying at this point. I looked at the dummy again.
Iron
Easy enough. I closed my eyes and reached to the invisible forces that connected me to everything I could sense in the room and pushed.
I couldn't push so much as to actually make it fly into the wall. He wasn't expecting me to as I only had "minor telekinesis" instead, I only pushed hard enough for it to tip in the direction of the wall before it crashed.
I fell to the floor breathing heavily.
"As suspected, Subject only has minor levels of telekinesis. Objects are presumably linked to weight. Only preforming one test tonight. Other subjects to attend to."
My ears perked up at the last line. Other subjects. Existence of other meta-test subjects confirmed.
"Sending subject back up to monitoring chamber. Prepare nutrient shot."
I tried to move away from the bed, but it followed me on a track, forcing me to fall back on it.
"Enabling first level of the power inhibitor."
The bonds snapped back into place around my limbs. The bed then moved back into position and rose to the top. I was in the all-white room again, but this time there was only one scientist in there with me. This one was hold a syringe filled with what looked like brown goop.
As soon as my bed settled in place, he grabbed my arm and stuck the needle inside. I watched in abject disgust as the goop slowly left the tube of the syringe and went into my arm. Ewww.
When all the goo was gone he took the needle out of my arm and left me alone in my pure white room, locking the Iron padlock with a resounding *thunk*
Once he was gone I took a deep breath. I was under no illusions that this room wasn't filled with cameras and bugs and all sorts of nasty little monitoring devices, but at least I didn't constantly have to be acting now.
The room glowed with harsh fluorescent light as I calmly reflected on what had happened today, my hands moving in what little way they could to absentmindedly brush the scale tattoo that was Judgement's symbol on my hip.
Judgement.
That was the name of the organization I was doing this for. I wasn't always on this world, this version of planet earth. One day I was transported from my life in another world to a version of DC comics. I still had no clue what version I was on it honestly seemed like it could be any mainstream version of the world that I had grown up reading and watching.
Well, except the Snyder movies. It was definitely not the Snyder movies.
Some being somewhere dropped me into this world in the middle of midday traffic. I still remember waking up in the hospital afterwards, two broken legs, an arm, and a fractured skull with brain bleeding. This shock collar has nothing on that.
In most DC comics you only ever see two types of metahumans, good and evil. I mean okay there are antiheroes and antivillains as well, but the point remains. You generally only see heroes and villains with powers, but logically not everyone who activates the metahuman gene is fully good or full evil. Most of them don't want the power in the first place.
The first issue of Spider-Man once said, "With great power comes great responsibility." But being a hero, getting out their everyday in spandex to fight crime is hard. You have to make time for it, you have some fighting ability outside your power to make sure you survive, and you have to have the courage to run into horrible situations every day that you know you might not survive. Why do all superheroes and villains have tragic backstories? They have to in order to justify them being willing to do what they do.
But even beyond those that just can't bring themselves to be a hero, what about those metahumans that don't get a choice. Every metahuman has a power that normal humans, that are not part of the batfamily, can match. Even for the most minor of powers, they are still beyond the norm, so like this who can stop some from looking at them and seeing a powerful new weapon.
Telepathic spies that can communicate enemy secrets undetected. Super strong soldiers that can rip conventional tanks to shreds with their bare hands. Invisible assassins that nobody can catch. Greedy people like Lex Luthor or General Eiling look at these people, normal people, teens, children, and think of the best way to exploit them for all they can at the cost of the lives of the people they are controlling.
It's disgusting how horrible people like them can be. So, determined to look at profit and power that innocent people's lives are turned to nothing.
People like them make me sick.
I was snapped out of my angry reverie by a slight creak in my bed.
Shoot.
I hurriedly took deep breaths to calm myself down.
Stupid. You can't lose control of your emotions right now. This mission is important.
After I took in a few more deep breaths to calm myself down, I went back to rubbing my tattoo best I could.
I hate those kinds of people, with their stupid, greedy ways that make me want to physically hurl.
But that's why I took this mission. That's why Judgement exists in the first place.
To help save people, well mostly metahumans in our case, that can't help themselves. We help extract them from horrible situations and use a help network to get them into a better one. We have therapy and training so that they can learn to control their powers, and then we send then back out into the world to be whatever they choose. After you are deemed fit to be a part of society again, there is the choice of working for Judgement as an agent instead, but most people choose not to, and it is not encouraged.
I mean I chose to, but I'm in a bit of a special circumstance.
Honestly, I'm super grateful for all Judgement has done for me after my incredibly rocky entry into this world.
All the mushy stuff aside, it's time for me to play my part in the mission besides just acting as the bait.
I closed my eyes and try to sense the building around me.
Iron Restraints, Iron Padlocks, Copper Wires, Lithium Batteries, Steel Doors, Titanium Swords, Potassium Gunpowder
Five children taken away after weird events happened around them. Seven heart monitors. Five power inhibitors. Nine copper power cords connected to some sort of spherical shape. One Steel rim of a human sized tube.
My eyes sprung open. At least seven targets, not five. Wait to lull them into a false sense of security.
Mission. Start.
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08|24
9.56 P.M.
I awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling.
I was strapped to some sort of hospital bed, clothed only in a hospital gown and some sort of electronic collar around my neck.
Lithium, Steel, Copper
The room was completely white except for the large beeping machines that sat in the middle. There were men whom I thought were scientists, based on their lab coats and facemasks, standing around me and constantly taking notes.
"Subject 24129 has regained consciousness. Monitor vital signs and any change of brain waves."
"I-What? What's going on? Where am I?" I blinked my eyes several times for effect, to truly make sure I gave off the air of an innocent confused street rat.
"Subject appears to be shocked but vital signs are steady. Brainwaves are steady as well. Inhibitor seems to work perfectly."
I struggle against my bonds.
"Let me go! You can't keep me here, it's against the law. Let. Me. Go." I screw up my face in seemingly intense concentration.
"Subject is struggling against bonds. Deploy shock punishment, Level 1."
The collar thrummed with electricity, delivering painful shocks throughout my body as I screamed myself hoarse. Fuck that hurts.
When the shock was over I sat there panting to try and regain my breath. The scientists' expression didn't waver at all.
"Shock treatment administered. Subject appears to have calmed down. Beginning report and examination." With that final statement, one of the scientists walked over to me and hit a button near my bed that opened up an elevator thingy.
The Fuck.
The area of the floor my bed was on slowly started descending down a narrow hole before depositing me in what looked like if you combined a classic martial arts dojo and a shooting range. There were human shaped dummies and rifles strapped to the walls. The scientist dropped down behind me and continued to speak into a little voice recorder.
"Beginning file. Subject Number: 24129. Real Name: Irene Vega. Age: 16 Years Old. Presumed Power: Minor Telekinesis. Begin tests now. Disabling first level of the power inhibitor."
The iron bonds that strapped me to the bed released, allowing me to stand up shakily.
He then turned towards me and pointed at one of the dummies, this one the classic rubber man on a stick.
"Subject, attempt to throw Dummy #1 into the wall."
An expression of surprise was painted on to my face.
"What? Fuck no. I'm not listening to anything you bastards say!" I lifted my hands up like I was going to attempt to shove him.
"Subject is disobedient. Deploy shock punishment. Level 2.
The electricity was even worse now. I swore I was never going to laugh at whoever became Railgun's sparring partner ever again.
"Attempt to throw Dummy #1 into the wall. If you fail to comply you will have to be punished with Level 3."
I was definitely complying at this point. I looked at the dummy again.
Iron
Easy enough. I closed my eyes and reached to the invisible forces that connected me to everything I could sense in the room and pushed.
I couldn't push so much as to actually make it fly into the wall. He wasn't expecting me to as I only had "minor telekinesis" instead, I only pushed hard enough for it to tip in the direction of the wall before it crashed.
I fell to the floor breathing heavily.
"As suspected, Subject only has minor levels of telekinesis. Objects are presumably linked to weight. Only preforming one test tonight. Other subjects to attend to."
My ears perked up at the last line. Other subjects. Existence of other meta-test subjects confirmed.
"Sending subject back up to monitoring chamber. Prepare nutrient shot."
I tried to move away from the bed, but it followed me on a track, forcing me to fall back on it.
"Enabling first level of the power inhibitor."
The bonds snapped back into place around my limbs. The bed then moved back into position and rose to the top. I was in the all-white room again, but this time there was only one scientist in there with me. This one was hold a syringe filled with what looked like brown goop.
As soon as my bed settled in place, he grabbed my arm and stuck the needle inside. I watched in abject disgust as the goop slowly left the tube of the syringe and went into my arm. Ewww.
When all the goo was gone he took the needle out of my arm and left me alone in my pure white room, locking the Iron padlock with a resounding *thunk*
Once he was gone I took a deep breath. I was under no illusions that this room wasn't filled with cameras and bugs and all sorts of nasty little monitoring devices, but at least I didn't constantly have to be acting now.
The room glowed with harsh fluorescent light as I calmly reflected on what had happened today, my hands moving in what little way they could to absentmindedly brush the scale tattoo that was Judgement's symbol on my hip.
Judgement.
That was the name of the organization I was doing this for. I wasn't always on this world, this version of planet earth. One day I was transported from my life in another world to a version of DC comics. I still had no clue what version I was on it honestly seemed like it could be any mainstream version of the world that I had grown up reading and watching.
Well, except the Snyder movies. It was definitely not the Snyder movies.
Some being somewhere dropped me into this world in the middle of midday traffic. I still remember waking up in the hospital afterwards, two broken legs, an arm, and a fractured skull with brain bleeding. This shock collar has nothing on that.
In most DC comics you only ever see two types of metahumans, good and evil. I mean okay there are antiheroes and antivillains as well, but the point remains. You generally only see heroes and villains with powers, but logically not everyone who activates the metahuman gene is fully good or full evil. Most of them don't want the power in the first place.
The first issue of Spider-Man once said, "With great power comes great responsibility." But being a hero, getting out their everyday in spandex to fight crime is hard. You have to make time for it, you have some fighting ability outside your power to make sure you survive, and you have to have the courage to run into horrible situations every day that you know you might not survive. Why do all superheroes and villains have tragic backstories? They have to in order to justify them being willing to do what they do.
But even beyond those that just can't bring themselves to be a hero, what about those metahumans that don't get a choice. Every metahuman has a power that normal humans, that are not part of the batfamily, can match. Even for the most minor of powers, they are still beyond the norm, so like this who can stop some from looking at them and seeing a powerful new weapon.
Telepathic spies that can communicate enemy secrets undetected. Super strong soldiers that can rip conventional tanks to shreds with their bare hands. Invisible assassins that nobody can catch. Greedy people like Lex Luthor or General Eiling look at these people, normal people, teens, children, and think of the best way to exploit them for all they can at the cost of the lives of the people they are controlling.
It's disgusting how horrible people like them can be. So, determined to look at profit and power that innocent people's lives are turned to nothing.
People like them make me sick.
I was snapped out of my angry reverie by a slight creak in my bed.
Shoot.
I hurriedly took deep breaths to calm myself down.
Stupid. You can't lose control of your emotions right now. This mission is important.
After I took in a few more deep breaths to calm myself down, I went back to rubbing my tattoo best I could.
I hate those kinds of people, with their stupid, greedy ways that make me want to physically hurl.
But that's why I took this mission. That's why Judgement exists in the first place.
To help save people, well mostly metahumans in our case, that can't help themselves. We help extract them from horrible situations and use a help network to get them into a better one. We have therapy and training so that they can learn to control their powers, and then we send then back out into the world to be whatever they choose. After you are deemed fit to be a part of society again, there is the choice of working for Judgement as an agent instead, but most people choose not to, and it is not encouraged.
I mean I chose to, but I'm in a bit of a special circumstance.
Honestly, I'm super grateful for all Judgement has done for me after my incredibly rocky entry into this world.
All the mushy stuff aside, it's time for me to play my part in the mission besides just acting as the bait.
I closed my eyes and try to sense the building around me.
Iron Restraints, Iron Padlocks, Copper Wires, Lithium Batteries, Steel Doors, Titanium Swords, Potassium Gunpowder
Five children taken away after weird events happened around them. Seven heart monitors. Five power inhibitors. Nine copper power cords connected to some sort of spherical shape. One Steel rim of a human sized tube.
My eyes sprung open. At least seven targets, not five. Wait to lull them into a false sense of security.
Mission. Start.
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