Everyone was in the base, just relaxing. Well, almost everyone. Abyss wasn’t there, but that wasn’t surprising. They hadn’t seen her since she first showed up, the Justice League explaining that there was some stuff going on in her personal life that she had yet to settle.
Wally wouldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t at least a little curious as to what their newest member was spending her time doing, but for now, he supposed that he shouldn’t expect any answers.
The Justice League did tell them to expect Abyss showing up today, however…
“Think she knows we don’t have a mission?” M’gann asked. “I’d feel bad if she showed up just because of that.”
“The Justice League would probably have told her there wasn’t,” Robin said, shrugging. “Though it would be slightly funny if she showed up in costume.”
The team had started to theorize on her powers a little bit, based on the costume she was wearing and what she showed during the fight. Most of them seemed to think she was like M’gann when it came to her powers and that they were more mind-based, what with her being able to shut M’gann out in a way that could hurt and how she seemingly controlled that blade feather with her mind.
The bird-like get-up had been interesting, considering Robin, the one on the team who actually calls himself by the name of a bird, doesn’t go as full out as she did, and she didn’t even call herself a bird name!
“Where do you guys think her name comes from?” Wally asked. “Abyss, that’s pretty random, isn’t it? I mean like, Aqualad, aqua, mentored by Aquaman etcetera,” Wally shrugged as the team looked at him questioningly. “Abyss just seems pretty random, doesn’t it?”
"I guess, but it probably ties into her powers," Robin said with a shrug. "I'm more curious about whether or not she will share her identity with us."
"Considering what happened last time, I doubt it," Conner said, rolling his eyes at the two.
“B-09 Abyss”
Wally perked up in his seat at the sound of the zeta-tube. All conversation about the girl who had beaten Conner ceased and Wally could almost feel a shiver run down his spine at the thought of a possible confrontation between the two.
Still, he did turn his head to look, curious as to whether she would show up in her costume and-
He had to stop himself from doing a double-take. If it weren’t for the system saying her name, he wouldn’t have been able to tell it was the same girl.
The lightly curled, colorful hair from before was completely straight, and a dark black color, almost shining a midnight blue in the light. She wore a high-waisted pale pink a-line skirt, with what looked to be a velvet-like fabric, a tight white halter top, and a pale pink blazer that was long enough to reach the end of her skirt. She even wore a white medical mask that matched, along with a white purse. The only thing that really resembled the Abyss from before, was her striking bluebell, almond-shaped eyes. They were livelier than they had been when she was here before, sparkled as if she had been given new life. She had a brown paper bag in her hands, and her eyes darted around the cave nervously. She looked uncomfortable.
"U-uhm," Abyss visibly winced at her stutter but refused to meet any of their eyes. "I-I wanted to apologize, for what happened the last time I was here so I..." she took a breath, before finally meeting their gazes. "I-I've baked macarons. I, uh, I used to give my classmates macarons on the first day of school, so I thought maybe I should do the same for here, except for the fact that it isn't my first time meeting you all and I had a really bad first impression, a-and it's not like this is school, I mean obviously, I graduated early and uh, I-" she squeaked, as she seemed to realize she had begun to ramble, and her face reddened in clear embarrassment. "oh kwami," she whispered, her eyes widening as they once again darted from place to place.
Wally could see the clear mortification on her face, even if half of it was covered, though he would have been lying if he said that he hadn't found her ramble a little endearing.
The rest of the team blinked. This was nothing like she had been a few days ago, and it was hard to make heads or tails of.
"It's quite alright," Kaldur said, being the first to recover from the personality whiplash. "You said you baked macarons?"
Abyss nodded, hesitantly stepping forward and taking a seat, joining the others in the lounge. She pulled out a box from the bag and opened it to show a colorful variety of macarons.
"I uh- I didn't know if there were any preferences here so I made a couple of different flavors." She pointed at the colorful treats and told them the flavors; Strawberry (her personal favorite), coffee, passion fruit, pomegranate (an experiment, she told), and salted caramel.
"You said you baked these?" M'gann asked.
Abyss's eyes widened before she nodded hastily. "I have a habit of stress-baking, and macarons take enough time and concentration to distract me for a while, so," Abyss shrugged. "I wasn't planning on making this many different flavors to begin with, but then I just began thinking about this and before I knew it I had made a new tray, and then another, and then another until I had to back to the store to buy more ingredients for the filling," she paused, looking around awkwardly. "and new fruit."
"I love baking too," M'gann said excitedly. "though I don't think I could make something as complicated as this though."
"I've had a lot of practice," Abyss admits, bashful. "but I could teach you. It's not as hard as TV wants you to think it is." It wasn't clear, but even Wally could tell she was somewhat smiling under that mask of hers. There was an awkward moment before Abyss coughed, her smile gone. "Uh, what are we doing today?"
Conner still seemed displeased with her, Abyss shrinking in on herself.
“Today we’re simply bonding,” Kaldur answered, probably taking pity on the girl as she squirmed under Conner’s glare. “Maybe you could tell us a bit about yourself.”
“Oh, uh, sure,” Abyss said, hesitantly sitting down on the couch, as far away from any of the members as possible. “Uh, ask away.”
It was awkward, oh so incredibly awkward, but Abyss kept avoiding eye-contact and seemed to only curl more in on herself as the others looked at her.
“I couldn’t help but notice you have a slight accent, where are you from?” M’gann started asking, and Abyss’s eyes widened.
“Oh! Uh, Paris, France. Officially, I’m in the states for work.”
“Your English is pretty good!” M’gann complimented, and the tension seemed to leave Abyss slightly as she whispered out a quiet thanks.
The questioning continued like that, with the members asking Abyss questions, and her then answering, though some of her answers seemed more careful than the others, particularly the ones that could give hints to her identity.
“Why do you keep your identity secret?” Conner asked suddenly, the first question he’d asked the entire time. “We know why Rob does it, but why do you?”
Abyss looked around the group wide-eyed before focusing her eyes on her lap, where her hands were neatly folded.
“Um… it’s just always been like that, I guess. I’ve never… deliberately told anyone my identity before. The only people who know are the Justice League and my former mentor,” she answered. “So I guess I’m not really comfortable with sharing that kind of information. Maybe I will one day though.”
The last part was tacked on quickly, like she was afraid they would attack her for not doing something she wasn’t comfortable with, which was surprising, considering she wasn’t comfortable with M’gann being in her head, and she made that pretty clear. Not that Wally blamed her for that last one.
Conner was still angry at her, but that wasn’t a surprise either. He was an angry fellow most of the time, even if it was getting slightly better with some time.
“Why are you against the mindlink?” It was M’gann who asked, shockingly. Wally had expected it would have been Conner that would ask.
Abyss recoiled as if slapped, and the lights started flickering again. Her hands shook in her lap and she avoided the imploring eye contact of everyone.
“It- I-” she let out a sigh, took a deep breath, holding it, before letting out another sigh, the lights returning to normal and her hands stopped shaking. “I don’t know if you know about it or not but- uh- there was a villain in Paris for some years. He’s gone now, but he used to be pretty active. He would- He would turn people into akumas,” Abyss clenched her fists, continuing to avoid their gazes. She paused, realizing they had no idea what it was. “Akumas are… how to explain this, they are two things. Uhm, when Hawkmoth, the villain, would start an attack, he would send out an Akuma, a magical butterfly that turned people into akumas, like a villain or a monster.”
Her eyes welled up and the lights began flickering again.
“He would- He would target people who felt negative emotions. Any negative emotion would do. He would go into peoples' minds and promise to help them with whatever was wrong,” tears started to fall down her cheeks and she hastily wiped them away. “He akumatized a baby,” she laughed humorlessly, before calming herself down. “So uh, that’s why I’m not comfortable with someone else, uh,” she gestured to her head and laughed again. “In here.”
It was ghost-quiet in the base now. No one said anything, but Abyss didn’t seem too keen on continuing answering.
“I- I would never-!” M’gann started, but Abyss just shook her head.
“I know,” Abyss said. “But that doesn’t change anything for me.”
“No, but a lot of the people closest to me were,” she said, as she started to fiddle with her fingers. “I started repressing my feelings after the first year or so, after I had almost been akumatized twice. I’d rather feel nothing at all than to have my feelings be used against me.”
There was something about the way she said it, with such finality, as if she would never budge on this. Wally supposed that it made sense, if she was with the Justice League, then that must have meant she was a hero and had some form of morals. Becoming someone who then hurt people…
Wally wouldn’t question it. He hadn’t gone through what she had, but he at least knew how to empathize.
A pin could have been dropped in the lounge, and you would have been able to hear it echo through the cave. Awkwardness filled the air as Abyss avoided looking at any of them, focusing instead on the walls and decorations of the cave. Her eyes found the kitchen, and Wally noticed that they seemed to light up, but as soon as she noticed Wally looking at her, her gaze snapped away, pink revealing itself just at the edges of her mask.
“Sorry, it looks like I’ve made things awkward,” Abyss said suddenly, the tension in the room only growing with the sound of her voice. “Uh, maybe look at things this way. I’ve learned a lot from my experience with Hawkmoth. Was it something I wish I could have lived without? Yes, absolutely, but thinking about things that didn’t happen won’t do me any good. So I’m fine, really.”
The awkward and stifled silence changed to stunned as Abyss rambled. She simply continued on, not noticing.
“If I let myself get stuck in all of that, I’m never going to grow from it, and I’ll simply be the same emotionless girl with pretend happiness who only existed to help others,” she seemed to catch herself, suddenly, her eyes widening as she registered what she said. Abyss started to cross her arms in front of her, her head shaking. “Not that I was never happy, of course, I was plenty happy, I’m very lucky and have gotten many opportunities, it’s just sometimes hard to enjoy that happiness when you can’t let yourself feel the sadness either, right? The negative side of your feelings are still important to feel, even if they aren’t as enjoyable as the positive ones but-” she cut herself off, taking in a gasping breath.
Wally found it impressive really, that she was able to talk for so long with a single breath.
“I have grown a lot from my experiences, and for that, I appreciate them, though I am very happy to now be somewhere I can allow myself to feel more freely, if only slightly,” Abyss said slowly, as if concluding her statement.
She felt weirdly wise for someone her age, though…
“How old are you?” Wally asked, and he could have sworn the glare sent his way from Artemis told him he could have had better timing.
Abyss just seemed to smile, if the way her cheeks pushed up indicated anything.
“I’m 16,” she answered gently. “I was 13 when Hawkmoth started attacking Paris.”
“3 years,” Kaldur said. “Did you have any heroes that could take care of it?”
“Two,” Abyss answered. “Ladybug and Chat Noir. There were others that came and fought on and off, but those two were the first to fight, and the only two who fought against him consistently.”
“You didn’t join them?” Conner asked with less sneering compared to before.
Abyss paused, looking at Conner calculatingly before answering. “I was asked to help a couple of times, but not because of my powers if that’s what you’re really wondering. I was the first Multimouse,” she explained.
"Wait, so if you didn't use your powers, how did you fight?" Robin asked, intrigued.
"Uhm, Hawkmoth got his powers from something called a miraculous, a magical piece of jewelry. Our heroes fought using those too. Ladybug asked me for my help, gave me a magical piece of jewelry and suddenly I was Multimouse for a bit."
"Why did you quit?"
"I didn't feel like it was safe to continue, I was worried someone would figure out I could more than I let on. I wasn't a main hero and someone else was chosen not long after. Either way, Hawkmoth is defeated and gone now."
"We didn't know there was a villain in Paris," Robin frowned.
Abyss paused, looking at them as if cautious, before looking down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers. "Our mayor wanted to keep it on the down-low. Reports of every attack stayed in Paris."
Everyone could tell that Abyss was uncomfortable with the topic, but Wally was the one to take pity on her.
"So, have you ever played Ultimate Mecha Strike 3?"
🐦🔥Phoenix: What is something that ended in your character's life (like a relationship or job or loss) that changed them in a big way?
🐉Dragon: What is one thing your character would protect at all costs?
🦄Unicorn: What do you consider to be the most unique thing about your character? What would they say is the most unique thing about themself?
🐦🔥Phoenix: What is something that ended in your character's life (like a relationship or job or loss) that changed them in a big way?
Silas escaping from the lab. The only life he had ever known was there. So definitely a big change to explore the world, interacting with humanity, and not being treated like a weapon.
🐉Dragon: What is one thing your character would protect at all costs?
His freedom. Then later the rebels who become his family. And he will definitely never be in a position where he has to choose between those two things
🦄Unicorn: What do you consider to be the most unique thing about your character? What would they say is the most unique thing about themself?
Silas would say being a clone would be the most unique part of him.
I'd say his mindset when it comes to his actions is unique. Most of my characters wonder if they're doing the right thing. Silas doesn't really care because what's right for someone may be wrong to someone else. He just wants to prove himself useful.
💛Yellow: How does your character show others that they care about them?
💚Green: How is your character when it comes to working together? Are they a team player or are they difficult to work with?
💙Blue: How is your character when it comes to expressing and communicating their emotions?
💛Yellow: How does vour character show others that they care about them?
Silas is very much actions over words when it comes to showing he cares though he tends to overestimate what people need. For example if someone were to say they're hungry he would immediately make enough food to feed several people because he assumes that they must be starving if they're admitting to being hungry.
💚Green: How is your character when it comes to working together? Are they a team player or are they difficult to work with?
Silas is absolutely awful at working with people. Since the clones of Project Null were meant to be able to replace armies he was forced to learn to fight alone. And when he joins the rebellion he thinks he has to prove himself and refuses to work with the team at first. (He gets better about it)
💙Blue: How is your character when it comes to expressing and communicating their emotions?
Absolutely awful. He's not very in touch with his own emotions because he was raised as a weapon instead of a child. But even after a while of being with the rebellion he still has trouble with not masking his emotions.
“This is your apartment Marinette,” Audrey said, unlocking and opening the door. “I know this is probably a bit drab, but you will have plenty of time to decorate it and make it your own.”
It really was a simple place at the moment, a two-bedroom apartment with a living room connected to the kitchen. The windows in the living room where an attest to who Marinette’s employer was however, with a wide city view.
“I’ve added some things in one of the bedrooms so that you can work from here if you want. You won’t be with me all the time,” Audrey reminded.
Breathing in, Marinette took her first step into her new home. Or, well, what she hoped would become her new home. She was still incredibly grateful that her parents let her do this, but she supposed that after everything Paris had gone through, sending her away from the city would make them feel safer.
The apartment was mostly bare, save for some furniture like a gray, fabric couch and a coffee table. There was a kitchen island that separated the living room from the kitchen that Marinette was unsure what she would do with, but she supposed she would look at that later.
“A week has been put off for you to settle in,” Audrey said from the doorway. “Take the time to get to know the area. If you need anything, contact me or my assistant, and I’ll call you if there are any change of plans.”
Marinette turned to look at Audrey, and she nodded in affirmative. A week felt like a generous amount of time to get settled, but after how Paris was almost completely destroyed only just a week ago… Marinette clenched her fist and forced her thoughts elsewhere.
“Well, I’ll see you in a weeks time,” Audrey started, clapping her hands and walking out the door. “Oh! And, Marinette, I know that all this may seem like a lot but you have a lot of promise, I’m sure that by the end of this apprenticeship that you’ll have finished a wonderful collection. Au revoir!” And just like that, she was gone, leaving Marinette alone in the mostly empty apartment.
As soon as the door closed, Tikki flew out of Marinette’s purse and looked around the living room.
“Everything is really changing, huh Tikki?” Marinette asked, not expecting a proper reply. She put down her backpack and opened it, revealing an intricate red and black box. The sight of it made Marinette frown.
“It’s gonna be okay Marinette. Tomorrow you’ll meet your new team, and you’ll be able to practice your new powers with proper supervision,” Tikki said optimistically, Marinette nodding along as she put the box on the coffee table.
Marinette had tried out her powers a little before the move to Star City, and she had a basic understanding of them now, but that was only when she was transformed. It seemed like transforming put a damper on her abilities, or locked away her access to the rest… whatever the rest were. It was weird, but Marinette felt comfortable fighting when she was transformed at least.
Touching her newfound powers now, when she was just herself… it felt too risky. Unstable. She needed a little more practice and soul searching before she would begin to mess with any of that. Not that whatever it was wouldn’t act out at times.
“It still feels weird though,” Marinette said, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. She had some clothes that she would need to unpack, but that could wait for a bit. “Especially the new team thing. It’s not like in Paris where the others just trusted me, these guys will know even less about me than the Miraculous team.”
Which was really saying something, considering that the Miraculous team was made up of her closest friends.
Her friends…
She hadn’t seen them since “Armageddon” as the public had taken to calling it. Marinette didn’t have the heart to face them before she left. Maybe she would one day, but for now, the memories were still too clear for her to look them in the eyes. Sure, they didn’t know she was the one who caused all of that chaos, but Marinette knew, and that was enough.
“I’m sure your new team will be nice Marinette. They’re heroes!”
“So was Chloe technically, and she caused a train wreck and almost managed to get Hawkmoth all of the miraculous,” Marinette argued.
Tikki just shook her head, “Your new team won’t be like Chloe.”
“We don’t know that,” Marinette said, checking the time and getting off the couch again. “For all we know, they might end up hating me!”
Marinette hoped they wouldn’t hate her, but her previous experience with meeting new people in a place that could turn competitive showed her that it was most likely the case. It was part of the reason why she didn’t want them to know anything about her life in Paris, particularly her being Ladybug. The Young Justice team was surveillance and supervised by the Justice League, and while she envied them for that, she doubted that they would see it the same way.
That would be another thing she would have to get used to. She was following other peoples rules now, not her own or that of the Order. That didn’t mean she had abandoned the Order though. If the Justice League were to give her a mission that went against what the Order stood for, Marinette would simply refuse to do it. She doubted that would make her all that popular with the rest of the team either.
“Alright Tikki,” Marinette said, clapping in an effort to cut Tikki off before she decided to argue further. Marinette didn’t want to continue the conversation, even if it was a rude way to end it.
“Food first or unpacking first?”
It was a good distraction.
-
“Tomorrow, Abyss will be introduced to the rest of Young Justice,” Batman said, as the meeting with the Justice League began. “She arrived at Star City today.”
The atmosphere was oddly stifled at the Justice League meeting, but Batman wasn’t surprised. Everyone in the room found it uncomfortable to talk about Marinette or anything surrounding her, but with her joining the Young Justice team tomorrow, it was hardly an avoidable topic.
“Isn’t the day after arriving a bit soon? I mean, doesn’t she need to settle down first, get over jet-lag?” Green Arrow asked.
“She insisted on it herself, apparently her internship with Audrey Bourgeois starts after this week and she wants to meet the team before then,” Batman explained.
“But why the day after she arrived?” Wonder Woman questioned, to which Batman simply shook his head.
“She wouldn’t say.”
The meeting continued on, with reports and missions being delivered, though it got slightly more lighthearted after moving away from the topic of Marinette. The topic was like a weird black hole in the Justice League, with no one being truly willing to talk about it, but forced to acknowledge none the less.
“Wally asked about our disappearance again,” Flash suddenly added. “I told him that it was still classified information, but I can tell it’s starting to get on his nerves.”
It had been mutually agreed amongst the Justice League that they would wait with discussing the details of where they had gone until Marinette felt ready, which they could understand. Black Canary had already made a plan to speak with the girl about her shame and guilt regarding the situation.
“We won’t tell them anything until Marinette decides to. She’s their new teammate, she should have the chance to tell them herself,” Batman said with an air of finality.
None of them liked keeping something like this secret, especially because to them, it must just seem like their keeping something from them because they may not be ready yet, even if that wasn’t the case.
Still, they would respect Marinette’s decision. Being introduced as the girl who brought Armageddon upon the city of love was most likely not the first impression that she wanted to make.
-
The diner was a nice little place, a surprise find by Marinette as she walked down the streets in the search for dinner. She would begin to make her own dinner after she had unpacked and everything.
Marinette fiddled with her straw as she kept her eyes on the dark phone screen, on occasion picking up a french fry to munch on. She had messaged her parents to update them on how she was doing, that she had been to the apartment by now, that she was eating dinner.
It was somewhat lonely, now that she thought about it. Next time, she would take the food home with her, then she would at least be able to eat with the kwamis. Still, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, so at least there was that. It could have been worse. At least she knew an akuma wouldn’t attack.
Marinette sighed, looking out of the window dejectedly. She would be able to get out her pent up energy soon though. Not doing anything was really starting to make her antsy. She wanted to run across the rooftops, though she didn’t know if the Justice League would let her do that now.
The thought made her frown. After having looked after a city all on her own with a partner, not doing that anymore felt… unnatural. Maybe she could get them to allow her to have a little more freedom than the others when it came to that. She wasn’t inexperienced like them, not that she didn’t think they were capable! It was just different, she supposed, though that was probably something that was better kept for herself, rather than something to be said out loud with the rest of them there.
Nervousness bubbled in the pit of her stomach, but she trampled in down before it could truly grow, more out of habit and reflex than anything else. Maybe it would be like starting at a new school or a new class. They would probably be the only other people her age that she would interact with for a while, so for them to get along would be a dream come true. Sadly, the only aspect of her that she let herself dream that way was designing, but that was because she had genuine success in that part of her life. Everything else could probably handle an improvement.
She let out another sigh as she went up to pay. No point in staying for longer than she needed to, and she still needed to feed the rest of the kwami and unpack.
The setting sun was a nice sight to see though, and Marinette felt the tension in her shoulders slowly seep out as she took a deep breath, letting the little warmth of the sun rays kiss her skin as she walked towards her apartment, towards what she hoped would become her new home, if everything went right.
Tensions were high in mt. Justice as the Young Justice team stood and waited. No one looked particularly happy about being there, though there were some hopeful expressions between the sour ones. Kaldur seemed calm as always, calculative and contemplative. Robin and Wally seemed more curious than anything. Artemis had a more reserved expression, seemingly content to keep her thoughts on the matter to herself. Conner looked mad, but that wasn’t exactly new, and M’gann just smiled awkwardly, trying to gauge the tension in the air.
“And no one knows why Batman wants to have a meeting with us?” Conner asked, his patience on the situation lost.
“Nope,” came Wally’s reply, popping the ‘p’ in the process.
“Great.”
The conversation came to a standstill again, everyone looking awkwardly at each other, before Conner was the one to break again.
“I’m not the only one who thinks its weird that they completely ghost us, refuse to tell us what happened, then just call us in to an important meeting?” Frustration laced his voice, his eyebrows knitted together.
“They wouldn’t keep just anything secret,” Kaldur reasoned. “If there’s something that they’re keeping from us, then they are doing it with good reason.”
“They’re treating us like kids,” Wally grumbled.
“We are kids,” Artemis snapped back, before they heard the zeta beam turn on.
“02 Batman, 13 Black Canary, B-09 Abyss.”
Batman and Black Canary walked towards them, Batman’s figure as tall and intimidating as always, despite the fact that he was just a normal human. It was impressive, really. With him and Black Canary was one other figure that none of the Young Justice team recognized.
The tension only rose, the members of the Young Justice team tensed. The other figure, Abyss they could only assume, contrasted with Batman in an almost comical way.
The girl wasn’t very tall, and her figure was petite. A white, wooden bird mask, beak and all, covered most of her face, save for striking bluebell eyes that peaked through the circular holes in the mask. Her short, lightly curled hair at first glance seemed to be a dark blue, but as she shifted her head to the side, they could see more clearly that one half of it shone green.
Batman let the tension settle in the room, let the Young Justice team get more and more uncomfortable for what seemed like forever, before he started to speak.
“Everyone, I would like for you to meet Abyss. She will be your new teammate from now on.” The onslaught of outcries and protests should have been expected, but it clearly seemed to irritate Batman nonetheless as he clenched his jaw. “This is not something I will argue with you about. The decision was made by the Justice League days ago, and it will not change. That’s final.”
It didn’t help the situation, but it made their protests seem to quiet down, if only slightly. The lack of information was what seemed to be the biggest issue as questions hit Batman from left and right.
“Who, exactly, is she?” Robin asked confusedly. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Batman’s judgment, but he wasn’t happy about having been left in the dark for as long as he had been.
Robin wasn’t the only one to ask questions however, as Wally quickly followed with, “and why exactly will she be joining our team?”
More questions followed after that, but it didn’t seem like Batman was all that interested in answering them all, as he mostly remained quiet and let the team talk over each other. It didn’t help that Abyss refused to say anything, making the team wonder if she could even speak to begin with.
“Agh!” M’gann suddenly cried out, clutching her head in her hands as she staggered back. “What was that?!”
The team huddled around the martian almost protectively, shooting accusatory glares at the girl in the bird mask.
Conner growled through gritted teeth, “What did you do?” a hand on M’gann’s back.
Everyone were quiet as two seconds passed in complete silence.
“She tried to read my mind,” came Abyss’s reply, and the team took a second to register her accent and how much softer she had spoken than they had expected. “I didn’t agree to letting anyone do that.”
For a moment, the lights in the base flickered, and their gazes turned to Abyss, but she seemed completely unphased, and just as quickly as the lights had begun to flicker, it had returned back to normal. Robin ended up asking before anyone else got the chance to, asking, “what was that?”
A couple of seconds later, Batman answered, “Abyss doesn’t have complete control over certain aspects of her powers.” It didn’t seem he was all that happy about sharing that tidbit of information, and Abyss shrunk at the tone, the first outward reaction the team had seen from her that wasn’t vocal.
“So we’re getting a complete stranger who can’t even control her powers and who has already hurt M’gann as a teammate?” Conner accused.
“Yes.”
The outcry should have been expected, but Abyss curled in on herself, the lights flickering more than before. It was clear that the yelling was only serving to distress Abyss more, and if her powers really were unstable, then that was the last thing they wanted.
Kaldur put a hand on Conner’s shoulder, Conner clearly being the one most dissatisfied by the news, understandably so after M’gann was hurt.
“You weren’t happy when M’gann did it to you the first time either,” Kaldur said, trying to reason with Superboy before he did anything too rash, then turning to look at Abyss. “It’s nice to meet you, my name is Kaldur and I’m the leader of this team.”
He extended a hand to her and hesitantly, she took it, shaking his hand slightly.
“I’m Abyss,” she introduced herself quietly, but Kaldur supposed that she didn’t feel the most welcome at the moment.
The team began introducing themselves, albeit some more reluctantly than others. An awkwardness settled in the base, but it seemed that nobody was all that eager to change anything about it.
“So…” Wally started, before trailing off, unsure of what to say that could maybe ease the tension. M’gann seemed to have regained her bearings, but now she looked at Abyss in a critical way.
“You’ll be sparring,” Black Canary spoke suddenly, the first time since she arrived. “I want to get a proper view of Abyss and her capabilities.”
“You mean to say you don’t know what she can do?” Conner asked, disbelief clear in his voice. “Who is even her mentor?”
Black Canary winced, realizing her mistake though she was quick to cover it up. “We know enough,” she snapped back at Conner, with a tone that clearly said that this wasn’t an argument that she was going to continue.
“So,” Black Canary started, clapping her hands. “Does anyone want to fight against Abyss?”
It probably wasn’t the best decision to let Abyss fight against anyone in the team currently, and it should not have come as a surprise when Conner gladly volunteered, but Black Canary took it all in stride and looked at Abyss questioningly.
“Are you okay with fighting against Conner?” Black Canary wasn’t sure how much Abyss knew about her new teammates, but she trusted the young hero as Abyss gave an affirmative nod. “Alright then.”
The team found it almost comical how it seemed the Justice League was babying their new teammate, but no one voiced these thoughts aloud.
They moved to the training area, Abyss looking around the cave with curiosity. She was hard to read, and with her mask covering most of her features, it was hard to tell what she was thinking. Mind reading was off the table completely, obviously, so they would have to settle for going in with this blind.
Conner and Abyss got ready and in position, though the team would hardly call how Abyss stood a position. Her arms were behind her back, her left leg behind her right daintily. Neither Black Canary nor Batman said anything about it however.
Conner seemed to be waiting for Abyss to take a different stance, but when she simply tilted her head to the side, he charged. The team had expected him to hit her swiftly, seeing as she seemed completely unprepared, so it came to their surprise when she simply stepped to the side and evaded just before Conner hit her, causing Conner to lose his balance for a moment. He charged at her again, but much like the first time, she evaded, her arms still behind her back. It continued on like that, until Abyss was back to back with Conner, moving alongside him so he couldn’t reach her. And then, she pushed herself away from him by bending forward slightly, snickering as Conner lost his balance again and almost fell.
“Abyss,” Batman suddenly called, and though she gave no outward indication, the team was certain she was listening. “Don’t play.”
The team, despite knowing that Batman would never, thought he was joking for a moment. But then Abyss changed position again, until she stood much like she did when the fight started.
Conner was starting to get irritated, and it showed in the way he charged at her with a roar, faster than before. It didn’t seem to phase her though, as she kept up with her evasions, sweeping under his punches easily. Then, Abyss suddenly grabbed the arm Conner was punching with, turned herself quickly so she stood side by side with Conner, and kicked him in the face. She let go of his arm quickly, and while he was disoriented, kicked him in the back so he hit the ground. Abyss jumped, twisting herself in the air to kick him again, but Conner rolled away before she managed to hit him.
Conner quickly got off the ground and tried to hit her again with a quick jab, but he failed as she jumped back, acrobatic skills showing clearly. Then, she charged at Conner and tried to kick him in the chest swiftly, but this time, Conner managed to grab her leg and throw her. It didn’t seem to do much though, as she landed herself elegantly in a crouch, her head tilted to the side as if amused by his attempt.
She ran at him again, this time faster, and rather than going for his chest again as Conner had expected, she jumped, climbing on Conner. The team couldn’t follow her movements, but they could see her legs in the air she twisted him around, disorienting him again, then used his momentum and weight to throw him, landing herself elegantly on the ground once again as Conner was high in the air, then hard on the ground, grunting at the impact.
Slowly, almost leisurely, Abyss walked toward him. A short blade, around the size of a short sword with the appearance of a feather, detached itself from her back, something that the team had previously thought was just part of her costume. The feather went flying towards Conner but stopped just short of his throat.
Complete and utter silence filled the cave as everyone took the scene in. Abyss’s right arm was extended, and as she lowered it again, the feather moved back to her. She had beaten Conner, and the fail which appeared beneath him proved as much.
“Well done, Abyss,” Batman said, breaking the silence.
Black Canary nodded, “I know what I have to work with now.”
Conner glared at her, but Abyss stayed quiet, just once again nodding in affirmation. It was like all the energy she had used fighting was suddenly just gone.
Black Canary looked at the rest of the team. “Anyone else up for fighting Abyss?”
They shook their heads. She was better at fighting than they had expected, though Conner didn’t fight with his head in the game, not really. Abyss probably knew that when they started.
It would be an interesting couple of days, no doubt about that.
Hey hi hello I just wanted to ask if you will be continuing project null or not? Thanks!!!
Ahhh, this question is actually a little harder for me to answer than what I would have hoped.
I really like the story. I love to the concept and where I would be going with it, the thing is, I’ve slowly fallen out of the maribat fandom. It’s the same thing with Home is Where the Heart is, and that story is at a pretty juicy part story wise.
The answer is, I don’t know.
I want to. I really, really want to, because I like the story. The answer though, is maybe, because I’m not as engaged with everything else in the fandom much anymore.
I think, if/when I continue and post chapters, it will be a lot less frequent than what I used to. (I already have 2 chapters of project null done, though I haven’t written the next actual chapter yet.)
The same can be said with Home is Where the Heart is. I know what I want to do with the story, right now I’m just struggling to write it down in a way that I like.
I hope this answers your question as best as possible, and I hope the news aren’t too bad in your eyes.
