Jinx
After leaving Victor to hang out with that newcomer 'Beast Boy', Jinx took the opportunity to explore the city more, see what else it had to offer besides arcades and fast food restaurants. There was the local library that the city offered, a visit there was on the table, but having a parched throat had her find the nearest convenience store to grab herself a drink.
Sitting with a can of soda in her hand, Jinx took a sip of her drink as she lounged on one of the sidewalk benches the city offered for its citizens to chill and relax on; she already went to visit a different Arcade to spend a few quarters at the place before leaving, she honestly was starting to feel board.
Lowering her soda from her lips, Jinx lifted her finger up and smirked a bit, pink energy surrounded her index finger as she pondered what hijinks she could get up to; Harmless ones to be sure, nothing too awful that would incriminate her, but she was feeling bored right now.
Glancing over across the street where she saw a group of breakdancers surrounding a flattened down cardboard box for them to dance on, Jinx watched as one of them went to work in spinning their body through several moves. Thinking of something, Jinx smirked and aimed her finger like a gun at the crowd.
With an invisible zap of her powers that allowed minor bad luck to happen, and for her powers to be less seen, the entire group of breakdancers soon found their pants loose around the waist, before falling to the ground; the dancer that was in the midst of twirling on his head ended up having his pants comical fly off his legs in the meanwhile.
The entire group of dancers shouted in surprise at the sudden bad luck that happened upon them, while the dancer flopped onto his back to pick himself up and run after his pants; Jinx giggled to herself at the harmless prank.
"Gee…is that how you get your kicks?" A dry tone of voice said behind her, prompting Jinx to clam up, and whip around to give the speaker an annoyed look. There standing behind her with a few books under her arm, was a girl looking down at her with a flat stare.
How she didn't hear the girl walk up behind her, Jinx had no idea. She spoke back to the girl underneath the blue cowl with a retort, "Jeeze, who asked you!" she answered pointedly.
The other girl however shook her head, before answering, "Nobody, just making an observation of an abuse of powers." the girl said, still speaking with a dry tone and bored look in her eyes.
Jinx scoffed and shooed the girl away, "Well who asked you to police people on pulling an innocent prank!" she responded, before the girl sighed and shook her dead.
"Yeah, innocent, that's how it all starts." The other girl responded, before taking her leave, but not before stopping to look over her shoulder and give Jinx a judgemental look, "It's all fun and games, until someone gets hurt with an innocent 'prank'."
Jinx watched the girl leave around the block as she stood up with her arms crossed, "The nerve of that girl! It's not like I caused the dancers to break their neck!" she scowled, before wincing to herself.
…That…was actually not far from what might have happened if she used too much of her bad luck powers, she instinctively felt at her neck, imagining the worst that could have happened.
Jinx sighed and harrumphed to herself, before she took off to leave, the breakdancers across the street having already picked their pants back up, while the one that lost his was now coming back with his pants on and held up by his hands, "Dudes! I danced so hard, I knocked our pants off!"
"Yeahaha! Dude!"
"Hi five!"
Jinx couldn't help but slap her face in incredulousness, hearing the blase attitude of the boys across the street was nothing short of silly and nonchalant. She shook her head to leave the area to head to the library, it was still midday, so she had quite the day light to burn till night fell.
Later that day into the night
Victor and Garfield
Arcade
It was easy to get along with the little green dude, on Victor's part, over slices of pizza; Garfield himself was a good comedian when the opportunity presented itself, and the little guy knew how to ease up the tension.
"Oh yeah, let's go!" Garfield cheered as he used the buttons and joystick of the beat'em up game, his character pulled off a few combos before proceeding with a block as he played against Victor.
Victor expressed a focused but excited look as he played against Garfield in the game, "Dude, how often do you play!" he asked, as the two continued inputting their controls to get their characters to trade attacks, before finally Victor won, allowing him a hard won victory, "Booyah!" he cheered.
This was much better than playing against Jinx, besides the dance game she beat him at.
Garfield picked into his pocket before slotting another coin in, "I've played a lot in my down time!" He answered with an excited grin, while Victor too slotted in his own quarter to select his character again.
As the two scrolled around the character select screen, Garfield spoke, "So Vic, you some sort of Hero or something?" he asked, giving the other a sideways look, before selecting his character.
Victor frowned a bit, before answering, "Uh, not really…I think?" he answered, unsure at the moment, remembered the sparse times he did hero stuff.
Garfield on the other hand smirked excitedly as he waited for Victor to choose his character, "Yo, you should totally be one full time, with all that gear you have for a body! You can be called Cyborg!" He encouraged the other teen, imagining the cool ways the 'Cyborg' teen could fight crime.
While Victor chose his character, and the map screen popped up for them to choose, Victor stewed over on the name for a bit, before smirking, "That's not a bad idea!"
"Right!?" Garfield thumbed at himself as it was his turn to choose the stage, before selecting it with his other free hand, "And if you want some help, I could totally be your wingman!"
Victor blinked at that, before turning to look at Garfield, only to see a green crow perched on his shoulder, "Get it? Wing man!" Garfield spoke in his bird form, before hopping off and transformed to land back next to him.
A crack of smirk, to a full on grin formed on Victor's mouth, before both teens cracked up laughing, "Nice one!" Victor chuckled, before both put on their game faces as the next round began.
Jump City Police Headquarters
Robin
His own real name to him was but his civilian part of himself, here, he was standing as Robin. He had left the city of Gotham to metaphorically spread his own wings to become his own hero in his own right.
'Dick' wanted to prove to himself that he could fight without 'Bruce', Robin trusted in himself as much as Batman trusted in him to help fight crime.
So here he was, as Robin Boy Wonder, a moniker he'd keep for now, but a new name would be needed in the foreseeable future.
Bludhaven was on his list to be his stomping ground, like Batman's own Gotham; but Robin wanted to strike out further away from Gotham, and Bludhaven was practically a stone's throw away from Gotham.
He might end up there later, when he was more seasoned perhaps, but for now, Robin selected Jump City as his soon to be stomping grounds.
So now here he was, standing atop the roof of the police headquarters; he currently stood near the rooftop ledge with his arms crossed, his cape flapping in the light breeze of the night as he gazed through his domino mask.
After doing some research on his own, investigating the city and its current ongoings, there was quite a bit on his plate to know about.
As he researched before, the local 'pink alien dude' known as Majin Buu, wasn't the city's official hero, but did do little bits of heroism when present, so at the very least, Robin was not stepping on any local hero's stomping grounds.
Victor Stone, son of Silas stone. Former Varsity star and engineer of his school. Now a Cyborg after an unfortunate accident that left him without a mother, and his father having been the reason he's now a Cyborg. The teen himself had done a few heroic acts, but has yet to fully commit to the idea of heroism.
Working with a team would be ideal in Robin's opinion, it would split the manpower to help this city, and it would be beneficial for any mishaps should any powerful villains crop up. Sure, he had enough faith in himself to take down an entire goon squad, but the difficulty would indeed rise should he face metahumans and others.
He wanted to be efficient, and having a team would definitely help cover any blindspots and weaknesses he has.
As of the moment right now, Robin was keeping an ear out for any distress or crime. His recent discussion with the Commissioner of the city went by fine, and it was quite a conversation.
'This isn't Gotham, kid, but suppose having an official cape would help…but just so you know, there's a reason why my men are all armored with laser guns, we take crime seriously here."
It was funny too, Jump City's police force was quite ahead in its technology, especially for its law enforcement, but Robin chalked it up to being within the same district of its own Star Labs; that, or he's just looking too far into things.
Regardless, as Robin shifted and took a step forward to place his foot on the rooftops ledge, he pulled out his grappling hookshot, and aimed it out to soar off into the city, to find his first crime to help stop.
Before he fired his grapple gun however, he witnessed the incoming form of a flying tree pole with that Buu person riding atop it. He watched as the alien creature fly over the city from the west, before crashing his 'ride' into a park in the distance.
…Why did he use a tree pole to fly on?
Majin Buu
With a loud crash, the tree I rode back to home on, impacted the ground after I jumped off to gently float down and land on my feet while it buried itself into the ground at an angle; honestly, it's fun and lazy to just ride aboard the thrown wooden pole, who else wouldn't want to give it a try every now and then if they were capable of such a feat?
As I landed on my feet and looked around where I landed, it was one of the parks the city had that offered its citizens a place to walk their dogs, jog around and host picnics at.
The spot my log landed at, was just beyond a few yards away from a concrete walkway, that just so happened to have a late night jogger jigging in place, staring at me with his eyes wide and mouth ajar.
While I stood not far away from my 'ride', I stared back at the man, the two of us not deigning to say anything until the jogger spoke as he stopped jogging in place, "Uh…aren't you that pink alien that flies?" he questioned me.
I blinked at that, and frowned. Of course I was, what other pink alien was there? "Buu's only pink alien around here! What does jogger man ask for!?" I retorted.
"Okay…so…then why'd you fly atop and crash land a tree log?" He questioned me, while pointing at my method of transportation.
I turned and looked at the object, before I stared back at the jogger, "Well, if you can fly, then why'd you use a tree to fly?"
Good honest question, really from a normal person I guess.
I shrugged, and questioned him back, "If Jogger man had super strength and durability, would Jogger man do same…while capable of flight too?" I pressed back, giving him a pointed look.
The jogger made a humming sound of thought, before he responded with a shrug, "Maybe…I suppose…" He shook his head, "I mean, but why bother anyways?" He followed up with, "You don't see Superman doing it?" he pointed out back to me.
I squinted my eyes at the man, touche. Would Clark Kent, young teen boy of budding super powers, test out such a feat? Or would he try it later as an adult when he was more comfortable with his strength and capable of measuring how much he needed to apply?
Then again, Superman would be the first superhero with super strength that comes to mind…and it's not like the idea of riding a tree log would ever pop into someone's mind, unless they watched Dragonball.
I shrugged at the dude, and took my leave, but not before taking my tree log to carry on my shoulder back home; I cut it myself, so therefore, it was mine now. Plus, it was rude to leave things lying around like this.
As I picked the log out of the ground with nary an effort, and a simple quick zap of my magic from my antenna to restore the grass to its previous state, I turned and nodded at the jogger as he watched me gently fly up into the air to head home. "I still find it weird you'd use a log to fly!" He shouted to me, no doubt cupping his mouth.
Listen here you little!...
I stopped and turned to glared down at the man, "Buu finds it weird jogger man wears plaid jogger shorts!" I shot back, before resuming my flight.
"...they're not that weird." I heard him softly and awkwardly state to himself, making me smirk in victory.
I wasn't going to start shit, but I sure as heck was going to finish shit.
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Rose Wilson
Deep within the underbelly of Gotham City, below the streets and adjacent to the maze-like system that was its sewer system, a massive rectangular-like industrial building had echoes of feminine grunts and breathing from within it, followed by cracks of wood becoming splinters.
Inside the dimly lit abandoned maintenance building meant for workers to do their job within the sewers, overhanging industrial lamps hung from the ceiling to cast their conical light below to cast the darkness away. Within one of the spotlight lit areas, Rose was in the midst of swinging her foot after jumping to roundhouse kick a thick timber log.
Wood cracked and buckled under the young female's kick, her lips peeled back in exertion as the thick timber log broke off from the floor, flying off from the force of Rose's kick before flying off to crash into a far off metal beam holding up a catwalk; The metal beam itself buckled a bit while the splintered and broken log fell to the concrete floor below, leaving an almost dented beam from the log that crashed against it.
Rose landed to her feet and hand, heaved out an exhale of air from her lungs, before standing up to catch her breath of training for over five hours. Her father wanted the best out of her, and she wanted to be the best. To one day crawl out from his shadow, but for now, she was his daughter and he was her father.
Her father was all she had in this world, and nobody would take that away from her.
Like her father, but with many differences, Rose wore a mask over her head that covered one of her eyes, letting only one of her eyes to see outside it; the mask itself was tied over her head like a bandana, one side was orange while the other black.
Below her for the rest of her body, was just her simple grey body suit that covered her torso while her black pants and boots covered the rest; she'd put on the rest once her father returned to send her off to her next assignment. For whatever reason, he wanted her to go with him to Jump City.
He didn't bother to tell her yet of why, nor did she bother to ask him, that was just how things worked between them; she trusted her father to plan ahead, she was a mere tool to him for now, until she was old enough to strike out on her own.
"Good to see you're still training while I was away, Rose." came her father's soft but strict tone, earning her attention to be brought over to her right where her lone eye was able to peek over at him.
While a lone conical light shined down over her father, the traces of its light only managed to reach out and up from his feet to his chest, the rest was kept in the dark as he looked over at her with his chest and head still in the darkness; the lone left eye of his however managed to shine through the darkness, casting his gaze upon her from the dark. "But it's time I took your training wheels off," he intoned.
She couldn't see her father's face in the darkness, but she's seen it enough to remember the grizzled face.
Rose turned and stood in her own light to fully face her father, the two separated by standing beneath two light fixtures within the darkness of Gotham's underbelly. Rose spoke back to him, a curious tone seeped into her voice, "I thought they were always off." she quipped back, some smarm in her tone, given how rough her father was with her in her training.
Her father chuckled with mirth a bit, before walking back into the darkness, his voice trailing through the industrial building they were in, "Well consider this official, then." his voice echoed around the place, while Rose was able to hone her senses in on where his exact location was.
"I've had you help me every now and then, but this time, I think it's time I had you help me full time." He continued to explain as his hand found its way into her shoulder.
Rose turned her head to the right for her lone eye to look at her father's silhouette in the darkness, accompanied by his own left lone eye that casted down at her, "Now come, I've gathered my stuff, be ready in five minutes." he ordered, before removing his hand from her shoulder, then took off into the deep darkness, his silhouette still visible to Rose in the dark.
Spinning in place with an urgent question she had in mind, Rose spoke up, "Wait, father, I have a question!" she hollered briskly, causing her father to halt in his step, but never turning to face her.
Seeing as how he stopped for the moment, Rose swallowed her nerves and went out with it, "Were you able to get any information on my other brother?" Jericho's location was easy to figure after her father did some digging, the little pacifist snot went off to escape the family far off into the Himalayas.
What Rose wanted to know was if her father was able to know of Grant's status, whether he was still alive or not after taking up an assignment somewhere in France.
Beneath the veil of darkness, Rose could see the silhouette of her father clench his fists, before speaking, "...rumors…" he answered with a some slip of anger in it, before leaving entirely along with his silhouette, not once letting his face nor entire body be seen under the bright luminance of the underground building.
Whatever her father found out about her older brother's status could mean anything, but Rose was certain the rumors were either nothing or something; from being alive through various hearsay, to uncertainty, to a confirmed death by the hands of someone.
Stepping away from the spotlight she was under, Rose entered the darkness to another part of the industrial building to grab her things, and walked back through the light with a simple duffle bag over her shoulder; following after her father into the pitch black darkness of the building, the place was now left bereft of anything save for the soft echoes of footsteps of boots.