Summary: You’re the newest member of the Justice League, and Cyborg knows what it feels like to not exactly blend in.
You couldn’t sleep. At all. You had tried, but for the third night in a row, you weren’t able to drift off. It made sense. You had been living in the Hall of Justice for about a week now. New environment, new people…you were just adjusting, was all.
So, instead of laying up all night staring at your ceiling as you had done the previous nights, you were gonna make some cookies. Baking and creating in general always helped you balance everything that was going on in your head. Usually you knitted, but you just needed to get your hands dirty. Yarn wasn’t going to fix this problem.
You got out of bed and snuck down to the kitchen, not wanting to wake any of the others. You got out the ingredients and your recipe book that you had brought because you hardly went anywhere without it. It had been handed down through the generations of your family, and it contained all of the recipes and spells your family deemed worthy to pass down.
Spells as in the magic kind. You were the resident spellcaster of the Justice League.
But your book had cookie recipes and stuff too. Because priorities.
You started a batch of no-bakes because they were sort of easy and then once those were on the counter cooling, you started mixing together chocolate chip cookie dough. It was then that you felt a presence in the doorway. You looked up to find your new robotic friend.
His entire body was made out of metal aside from about two thirds of his face. You had heard about his accident. He had gone to your school, but you doubted he knew you existed back then.
“Oh. Right.” You nodded awkwardly as you added chocolate chips into the dough and animated the spoon to do the stirring for you. Victor’s human eye tracked it around a few times before refocusing on you.
“New environment, I guess.” You shrugged. “New people, new place, new room…new kitchen…”
“I remember you, you know.” His voice was quiet. He took a few steps further into the kitchen and settled on a stool at the island. “From high school.”
“Didn’t know you knew I existed back then, to be honest.” You chuckled and shook your head. “Back when I wore so much eyeliner I looked like the Winter Soldier and lipstick as dark as my soul.”
“Everyone knew who you were.”
“Because they thought I was a witch.” You smirked and flicked your wrist causing the spoon to stop. “Well, they weren’t wrong.”
“Figured I’d make enough cookies for the team, but then I remembered that Barry eats everything he can get his hands on and you…don’t eat. So…”
“I don’t think it’s enough for Speedy.”
“Yeah…” You laughed. “I can just double my recipe.” You held up a hand, glowing purple wisps rising from your fist. You flicked magic over the bowl of dough and then it duplicated on the counter.
“So…how long have you known you were…” Victor searched for the right word. “What is it Bruce calls us? Gifted?”
“Since I was eleven and my Hogwarts letter came in the mail.” You quipped. “Kidding. When I was like fourteen I found out. It…wasn’t pretty.” You started scooping spoonfuls of cookie dough onto the baking pan. “But, magic isn’t always pretty. As I’ve learned.”
“You seem to have a pretty good lid on it.”
“I didn’t always.” You shook your head, eyes fixated on the wooden spoon Victor picked up as he helped fill a second tray. “Thank you.”
“Not like I have anything better to do.” You could have sworn you caught a smile on his face.
About an hour later, you and Victor were seated on the couch while you taste-tested the cookies. The sun was starting to come up, so you hadn’t missed out on too much sleep. The two of you spent the wee hours talking about everything that had brought you to where you were.
“Until Diana found me, I was content being on my own, but…I’m really glad she forced me to connect.”
“I didn’t force you to do anything,” The Wonder Woman herself walked into the room and perched on the armrest of the couch nearest to you. She was wearing the warm maternal smile you often found her wearing. “Good morning, (Y/N). How did you sleep?”
“I think I’m going to get a lot more of it from now on,” You took a long sip of coffee from your mug and Diana plucked a cookie off of the table. She smiled at the taste.
“Do I smell cookies?!” Barry had zipped in front of you with an expectant look on his face. You nodded and motioned to the plate.
“There’s more in the oven, Speedy. Help yourself.” Victor pointed back towards the kitchen as Barry raced away with the plate. “Told you we’d need more.”
You chuckled and shook your head. “It still might not be enough.”
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