Time line- some point in the past. I'll let Du figure out exactly when ;)
How could Du still be yourself when Du look nothing like... You?
If the person looking at Du in the mirror doesn't look like anyone Du could put a name to, then who is it?
What if Du don't know what you're supposed to look like?
I'm too young for an identity crisis, Mutt thought to himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
His blue eyes were the same deep sapphires he had been born with, but they didn't seem.. young enough to belong on the face of an eleven Jahr old. The dark, shaggy hair that hung in his face, still wet from the hot spray of the shower, was the same as it had always been, but it just.. wasn't right.
The only new addition to his appearance from the night before, when last he caught a glimpse of his reflection, was the white bandage that wrapped around his forearm, covering the stitched wound that he had received.
Mutt rotated his arm, inspecting the tight bandage. He clenched his hand into a fist, flexing his arm. He winced as the stitches pulled on the cut.
"Does it hurt?"
Mutt jumped at the sudden noise and spun around. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was a girl dressed in a clean t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was wet like his and almost as short. Short enough that she could have been mistaken for a boy, which may have been the reason it had been cut so short. She was young, the youngest of the initiates at the base.
"No," he lied. He realized there was no bulge on her shoulder under her jacket. She had gone to the healer to repair the burn she had recieved in training. "I see yours doesn't either," he said.
fuchs shook her head, drops of water falling from her hair. "Jessie healed it," she admitted, confirming Mutt's suspicion. "Maybe Du should go see her."
He only nodded and turned back to the mirror, looking back down at his arm. He lit a spark, just to be sure he could without it hurting. He grimaced as another shot of pain darted through his arm.
"I'm sorry," the same voice as before pipped up.
Mutt looked over his shoulder to Fox. He hadn't realized she was still standing there. "Why?" he asked.
"I hurt you," she sagte quietly.
"Are Du apologizing for defending yourself?"
"But we're brothers! I shouldn't have used my blade against Du like that."
"I torched your shoulder," he pointed out. "I hope Du aren't expecting a bloody apology for that."
fuchs looked taken aback. "Of course not. Du did save me from falling."
"Well, we couldn't let Raptor's little Angel – Jäger der Finsternis become road kill."
"I am not anybody's little anything," she protested, crossing her arms.
"Oh, really?" Mutt taunted. "He tells Du to hop, Du hop. He tells Du to go get cleaned up, to get patched up, you're done and sparkling again in," he checked his watch, "30 minutes."
"I'm only doing as I'm told."
"Exactly," he said, pushing past her to the barracks. He walked down the isle between the dozen oder so bunk beds that stood evenly spaced against either wall. He stopped halfway down the line and slid a duffel bag out from under the bottom bunk.
"You would ignore a direct order?"
Mutt sighed, unzipping the duffel. She had followed him. "I don't know. It depends."
"If Spencer told Du to run into a burning building, Du wouldn't?"
"Spencer?" he rummaged through the bag.
"I meant Raptor," she sagte quietly, perhaps embarrassed she had slipped and used their instructor's real name.
"Well, I am vertually invincible to fire, so I'd probably do it. Would you?"
"Who's asking who to run into a burning building?" Both kids looked up to see Mutt's bunk mate, watching them over the guard rail of the oben, nach oben bunk.
"It was a hypothetical question," fuchs explained. "To test Mutt's loyalty."
William chuckled and swung his legs over the rail. "He's a mutt, not a hound. His loyalty lies with himself." He winked at Fox, who smiled in return. Mutt ignored both of them and continued going through his bag.
"It isn't here," he grumbled.
"What are Du looking for?" fuchs asked.
Before he could answer, another girl ran down the sa and stopped beside Fox. Several strands of dark hair had escaped their tight bun and a wild Glee widened her Schokolade brown eyes.
"Guys!" she panted. "Guess what?"
"Easy there, Tiger," William said, droppin oer the rail and landing Weiter to the new arrival. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "Take a breath and tell us, slowly, what is so urgent."
"Marquez excited? This has to be good," Mutt sagte under his breath, finally giving up an his task and turning to face the others.
"I heard that!" the girl growled. "Forgot I have super hearin'?"
"And sight, and touch, taste, smell. I know, love," Mutt bantered. "You only remind me every time Du yell at me for my disgustin', ashy scent."
"Maybe Du wouldn't be so snarky if I put a bullet through your head," she snapped, already reaching for the handgun that hung in the gürtel around her camo-skirt.
"Saber Tooth, feuer Mutt," Will sagte sternlly, drilling them with his bright red eyes. As he oldest at 16 years, he found it his (constant) responsibility to keep the hot-head and the super-sense marks-men from starting war, with each other oder the other initiates of the order.
"Marquie," fuchs Cub sagte sweetly, yet loudly enough to catch the fuming 12-year-old's attention, "what is it that Du wanted to tell us?"
Mutt crossed his arms as the tension in the group suddenly dispersed at the short words of their youngest.
Marquez smiled. "I-."
She was cut off as a blur rushed past the bunk, and put her hands over her ears as a squel echoed through the room when the blur hit its brakes. Curses and protests were shouted from angry initiates who were lounging in the barracks. Before slamming into the wall, the blur swiveled around and sped back to the group.
"Guys!" Jaguar shouted when he finally came to a stop. Several shushes were passed around the room. "Guys," he wispered, "There's gonna be a robbery attempt at Wayne Tower!"
How could Du still be yourself when Du look nothing like... You?
If the person looking at Du in the mirror doesn't look like anyone Du could put a name to, then who is it?
What if Du don't know what you're supposed to look like?
I'm too young for an identity crisis, Mutt thought to himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
His blue eyes were the same deep sapphires he had been born with, but they didn't seem.. young enough to belong on the face of an eleven Jahr old. The dark, shaggy hair that hung in his face, still wet from the hot spray of the shower, was the same as it had always been, but it just.. wasn't right.
The only new addition to his appearance from the night before, when last he caught a glimpse of his reflection, was the white bandage that wrapped around his forearm, covering the stitched wound that he had received.
Mutt rotated his arm, inspecting the tight bandage. He clenched his hand into a fist, flexing his arm. He winced as the stitches pulled on the cut.
"Does it hurt?"
Mutt jumped at the sudden noise and spun around. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was a girl dressed in a clean t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was wet like his and almost as short. Short enough that she could have been mistaken for a boy, which may have been the reason it had been cut so short. She was young, the youngest of the initiates at the base.
"No," he lied. He realized there was no bulge on her shoulder under her jacket. She had gone to the healer to repair the burn she had recieved in training. "I see yours doesn't either," he said.
fuchs shook her head, drops of water falling from her hair. "Jessie healed it," she admitted, confirming Mutt's suspicion. "Maybe Du should go see her."
He only nodded and turned back to the mirror, looking back down at his arm. He lit a spark, just to be sure he could without it hurting. He grimaced as another shot of pain darted through his arm.
"I'm sorry," the same voice as before pipped up.
Mutt looked over his shoulder to Fox. He hadn't realized she was still standing there. "Why?" he asked.
"I hurt you," she sagte quietly.
"Are Du apologizing for defending yourself?"
"But we're brothers! I shouldn't have used my blade against Du like that."
"I torched your shoulder," he pointed out. "I hope Du aren't expecting a bloody apology for that."
fuchs looked taken aback. "Of course not. Du did save me from falling."
"Well, we couldn't let Raptor's little Angel – Jäger der Finsternis become road kill."
"I am not anybody's little anything," she protested, crossing her arms.
"Oh, really?" Mutt taunted. "He tells Du to hop, Du hop. He tells Du to go get cleaned up, to get patched up, you're done and sparkling again in," he checked his watch, "30 minutes."
"I'm only doing as I'm told."
"Exactly," he said, pushing past her to the barracks. He walked down the isle between the dozen oder so bunk beds that stood evenly spaced against either wall. He stopped halfway down the line and slid a duffel bag out from under the bottom bunk.
"You would ignore a direct order?"
Mutt sighed, unzipping the duffel. She had followed him. "I don't know. It depends."
"If Spencer told Du to run into a burning building, Du wouldn't?"
"Spencer?" he rummaged through the bag.
"I meant Raptor," she sagte quietly, perhaps embarrassed she had slipped and used their instructor's real name.
"Well, I am vertually invincible to fire, so I'd probably do it. Would you?"
"Who's asking who to run into a burning building?" Both kids looked up to see Mutt's bunk mate, watching them over the guard rail of the oben, nach oben bunk.
"It was a hypothetical question," fuchs explained. "To test Mutt's loyalty."
William chuckled and swung his legs over the rail. "He's a mutt, not a hound. His loyalty lies with himself." He winked at Fox, who smiled in return. Mutt ignored both of them and continued going through his bag.
"It isn't here," he grumbled.
"What are Du looking for?" fuchs asked.
Before he could answer, another girl ran down the sa and stopped beside Fox. Several strands of dark hair had escaped their tight bun and a wild Glee widened her Schokolade brown eyes.
"Guys!" she panted. "Guess what?"
"Easy there, Tiger," William said, droppin oer the rail and landing Weiter to the new arrival. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "Take a breath and tell us, slowly, what is so urgent."
"Marquez excited? This has to be good," Mutt sagte under his breath, finally giving up an his task and turning to face the others.
"I heard that!" the girl growled. "Forgot I have super hearin'?"
"And sight, and touch, taste, smell. I know, love," Mutt bantered. "You only remind me every time Du yell at me for my disgustin', ashy scent."
"Maybe Du wouldn't be so snarky if I put a bullet through your head," she snapped, already reaching for the handgun that hung in the gürtel around her camo-skirt.
"Saber Tooth, feuer Mutt," Will sagte sternlly, drilling them with his bright red eyes. As he oldest at 16 years, he found it his (constant) responsibility to keep the hot-head and the super-sense marks-men from starting war, with each other oder the other initiates of the order.
"Marquie," fuchs Cub sagte sweetly, yet loudly enough to catch the fuming 12-year-old's attention, "what is it that Du wanted to tell us?"
Mutt crossed his arms as the tension in the group suddenly dispersed at the short words of their youngest.
Marquez smiled. "I-."
She was cut off as a blur rushed past the bunk, and put her hands over her ears as a squel echoed through the room when the blur hit its brakes. Curses and protests were shouted from angry initiates who were lounging in the barracks. Before slamming into the wall, the blur swiveled around and sped back to the group.
"Guys!" Jaguar shouted when he finally came to a stop. Several shushes were passed around the room. "Guys," he wispered, "There's gonna be a robbery attempt at Wayne Tower!"
Name:Dustin Romanov
age:immortal but appears 17
powers:superspeed,superstrength,reads minds,invulnerability(Babylon wouldn't be able to drain his energy),and KISS of death
hero costume:a black tuxedo,and white mask shaped like an x
civvies:(doesn't have anything special he has a different pair of civvies each day)
Alias:FreshAir
BG story:Thew Tag of his seventeenth birthday he fell off a cliff and died for a few Sekunden and his mother and father kept praying for God to bring him back and so he brought him back but he brought him back with eternal life as a price added Von an evil demon.He can only end his eternal life if he finds the demon and cuts off his head,but for until that Tag he has sworn his allegiance to the young justice members...and has a secret crush on Babylon.
P.S he's Russian.
age:immortal but appears 17
powers:superspeed,superstrength,reads minds,invulnerability(Babylon wouldn't be able to drain his energy),and KISS of death
hero costume:a black tuxedo,and white mask shaped like an x
civvies:(doesn't have anything special he has a different pair of civvies each day)
Alias:FreshAir
BG story:Thew Tag of his seventeenth birthday he fell off a cliff and died for a few Sekunden and his mother and father kept praying for God to bring him back and so he brought him back but he brought him back with eternal life as a price added Von an evil demon.He can only end his eternal life if he finds the demon and cuts off his head,but for until that Tag he has sworn his allegiance to the young justice members...and has a secret crush on Babylon.
P.S he's Russian.
Name:Shaine Do
age:15
gender:male
Alias:DragonsHeart
powers:transforms into a huge red and black dragon and hypnosis
hero outfit:a red pair of pants and t hemd, shirt with black ankle boots and sunglasses
civvies;white t hemd, shirt with a black dragon on it and jeans(but he also likes wearing other outfits)
appearance:White hair and red eyes they sometimes change color and he's about 6"5'
BG story:He's Augusts long Lost brother who has been searching for her for years wondering where she might be and finnally finds her at a Starbucks and discovers he has powers just like her and fights along her side against evil.(yes i know they don't have the same last name it's a long story),he's also a former male model.
age:15
gender:male
Alias:DragonsHeart
powers:transforms into a huge red and black dragon and hypnosis
hero outfit:a red pair of pants and t hemd, shirt with black ankle boots and sunglasses
civvies;white t hemd, shirt with a black dragon on it and jeans(but he also likes wearing other outfits)
appearance:White hair and red eyes they sometimes change color and he's about 6"5'
BG story:He's Augusts long Lost brother who has been searching for her for years wondering where she might be and finnally finds her at a Starbucks and discovers he has powers just like her and fights along her side against evil.(yes i know they don't have the same last name it's a long story),he's also a former male model.
name:Klei Ngo(was born from a different dad than Ari,only payton knows him)
Age:14
civvies;small rosa middrift,black hair in pigtails,dark green mini-skirt,pink tennies,and white herz choker
hero outfit:pink tanktop and sweatpants,and black
mask shaped like a butterfly
nickname: shorty
looks like:only 4"8,curvy figure,very petite,brown eyes,peach colored skin,and LONG! hair(it goes all the way down to her feet.
Alias:Libra
family:Dick(kinda),Batman(kinda),Payton,and Ari
Crush:she likes a ton of guys but mainly Tim(the new Robin)
powers:charms,x-ray vision,shoots rosa lasers from her hands,and screams like a banshee
Abilities:Gymnastics and uses a magical bo-staff
BG story:Klei used to be a girl scout and did so many good deeds she decided to help out her sister Ari on small missions,and loves to help out Tim and follows him around all the time and it gets on his nerves sometimes,though she still would like to become Friends with one of the girls.
Age:14
civvies;small rosa middrift,black hair in pigtails,dark green mini-skirt,pink tennies,and white herz choker
hero outfit:pink tanktop and sweatpants,and black
mask shaped like a butterfly
nickname: shorty
looks like:only 4"8,curvy figure,very petite,brown eyes,peach colored skin,and LONG! hair(it goes all the way down to her feet.
Alias:Libra
family:Dick(kinda),Batman(kinda),Payton,and Ari
Crush:she likes a ton of guys but mainly Tim(the new Robin)
powers:charms,x-ray vision,shoots rosa lasers from her hands,and screams like a banshee
Abilities:Gymnastics and uses a magical bo-staff
BG story:Klei used to be a girl scout and did so many good deeds she decided to help out her sister Ari on small missions,and loves to help out Tim and follows him around all the time and it gets on his nerves sometimes,though she still would like to become Friends with one of the girls.