❞𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓❜𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒?❞ Alexandra Stark, the daughter of Anthony Edward Stark, is just like her father - with some added superpowers - from her genius IQ to her bad fucking luck...
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❞You decked Captain America across the face?❞
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IT'S HER SECOND DAY in an unfamiliar universe, tomorrow's supposed to be her first in the Young Justice team. To prepare her for that, Bruce has gathered his two birds and Alex in the Batcave, to spar, converse, and gather all necessary knowledge to ensure she doesn't kill anyone tomorrow; by mistake or on purpose.
The cave's like a more gothic version of her father's office, but it is just as cluttered, all thanks to Dick and Jason. The bat-computer shows security-camera views of all important places in Gotham — all of its police stations, the mayor's office, Wayne Industries entrances and exits, and a handful of restaurants that known criminals are known to frequent, and oh! Arkham Asylum, of course.
"Throw a punch."
"No thanks." She waves Jason off, making the male throw his hands up in exasperation.
"Dude! We're supposed to spar." He scowls frustratedly, eyebrows furrowing and sea eyes darkening.
"We've been sparring for 30 minutes, dude!" She makes a face.
"You can't seriously be exhausted right now," Bruce squints, arms folded to his chest as he looms in the corner with Dick in the distance behind him, hanging from the ceiling in a dangerous position, and looking rather peaceful while doing so.
Alex gives him a look and Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose.
"On the battlefield, your team's gonna be depending on you, innocent people will be depending on you! Hell, someday, the entire world might be!" Jason exclaims, "What are you gonna do once those 30 minutes are up?"
"Give up?" She means it sarcastically, but the looks on Jason and Bruce's face show just how seriously they take it, so she groans, "Of course, I'm not going to fucking give up! But, on the battlefield, I won't be slapped with multiple restrictions!" — Bruce raises an eyebrow — "I have powers, let me fucking use them!"
"There will be situations, circumstances, where you'll have exhausted your powers, or where you just can't use your powers," Bruce tells her and she buries her face in her hands stressfully, "You need to be prepared for that as well."
"You can't expect results from me on day one!"
"We have no other choice," Bruce huffs, "You're joining the Young Justice team tomorrow, and the team has missions every day — they might not all be world-threatening, or life-threatening, but they are important and have repercussions in the real world."
Her hair tangles between her hands as she tilts her head back, "God, I miss my universe. The villains over there show up every other year, all other petty crimes are for the po-po to deal with."
