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Posted by Nightwing
on 6/12/2009, 10:53 pm
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Preface
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Warning: This RP takes place a month or so after the events of “What Goes Around…” and occurs following the fight between Donna Troy and myself.
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The Kitchen, JLA Watchtower
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“You’re more annoying than Wally!”
I rub the side of my face and try to shake the beating that I had just received. Donna stands above me with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to the side. We smirk at one another over the comment, “Yeah? I’ve fought Wally on multiple occasions and I have to tell you, he’s pretty annoying. Besides, he never complained before.”
Donna extends her hand and I gladly accept it, “You think maybe that had something to do with him having superhuman speed?”
As I get to my feet, I shake my head in disagreement, “Nah. I think it has to do with the fact that nothing seems to bother the guy. He’s always so laid back about everything.”
“Still not as annoying as you,” Donna continues to taunt me.
I collect my escrima sticks from the ground and put them back in their holders along my back, “What did I do?”
“Let’s see, you dodge almost everything. If a hit does manage to land on you, you just roll through it and counter it somehow. You’re constantly playing crazy mind games with me, using your toys to add leverage to the fight, and when I finally get through all those defenses of yours, I still have to turn up the heat to go hand to hand with you.”
Shrugging, I let my smirk grow to a smile, “Well, I have trained with several of the world’s greatest fighters. Sorry I didn’t just stand still and let you hit me with all your Amazonian strength. You’ll forgive me if I like my face the way it is.”
Donna crosses her arms and tries to hide her growing smile, “Still annoying…”
“Would you like to run another program?”
“No thank you computer. I think that’s all my guest can handle for today,” Donna replies to the mainframe of the virtual training room known as the Kitchen. It’s an impressive piece of hardware that makes the training equipment in the cave look like child’s play. However, it isn’t at all surprising when you think about how the minds of Mister Terrific, Martian Manhunter, and Blue Beatle work on a project together. Still, the name is hard to get used to. Roy says it makes perfect sense. He tells me it’s a reference to the old slogan ‘If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.’ I told him it was kind of lame, but he insisted that that be what the JLA call it.
I pop my neck and feel the endorphins release into my bloodstream. Turning back to Donna, I hold up my hand, “Wait, I can go another round if you want.”
Shaking her head, Donna puts up both of her hands, “That’s ok, really.”
We both get a good laugh out of her response. As we make our way out of the training room, hush falls over our conversation. Both of us retrieve a bottle of water and a towel to cool off. Donna is the first to break the silence, “You really have gotten better at fighting. Your reaction times are perfect, the way that you read other’s movements, and wait for the exact moment to take advantage of your opponent’s weaknesses. It’s very impressive.”
I nod to her, “Thanks. Unfortunately, all of it still doesn’t add up to the legacy of Amazon training. You’re even sharper than I remembered. It’s no wonder the JLA asked you to join.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over that little spar Dick. You’ve been trained by some of the world’s greatest martial artists. Taught to avoid attacks and use cunning attacks to defeat your opponent. Amazons are trained to hunt, to beat opponents with pure force, and even kill if needed. Our styles are two completely different types of training. It’s like comparing apples to oranges,” Donna tries her best to consort me. She raises several valid points.
Again I nod while taking a sip of water, “The strength of twenty elephants doesn’t hurt either.”
She laughs, almost spewing her own water, “Says the guy with enough gadgets on his body to start a hardware store for superheroes.”
This time we both laugh so hard that the echoes travel down the long hallways of the JLA satellite and reverberate back to us.
I reach up and remove my domino mask, tucking it away in my gauntlet, before wiping the sweat from my face with the towel. From the back of the room, I hear a door slide open and someone enter. When I drop the towel from my face I spot Ted Kord walking towards us with a slight grin on his face, “Hey stranger!”
He places his hand out in front of me and I gladly accept it with my own, “How did our girl do?”
Rubbing my face where a brush is already starting to form, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about this one. She’s more than ready for whatever you throw at her.”
“Ouch. Looks like it’s Amazons 1, and Batclan 0,” Ted giggles to himself before looking past us at the Kitchen, “What did you think of our little training room?”
I raise both eyebrows and nod my head slowly, “It’s an impressive display of technology. I can’t image what a few days of training against it’s various scenarios would do for someone’s skills.”
“Well, you’ve witnessed part of that first hand,” Ted places his hand on Donna’s shoulder, causing her to mildly blush.
We smile at one another, “Too true. I have to tell you Ted, what you’re doing here, it’s really amazing. I’m glad the guys upstairs picked someone like you to run this operation. They picked the perfect guy for the task.”
“Yeah? You like the new setup?”
I look over the tower before returning my gaze to Ted, “Absolutely. You guys have a great thing going here.”
Ted’s smile disappears and he suddenly gets serious with me, “I’m glad to hear that, because that’s the reason I came down here.”
My expression shifts to display my confusion and I give Ted a quizzical look. He continues, “What would you say to joining us in the JLA?”
***TBC***
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