"I hate it here"
"Then why don't you go home?"
"Anywhere is better then there"
She never meant for all this to happen.
Young Justice x Female Oc
Under heavy rewriting and editing
┍━━━━━━━🕷━━━━━━━┑ SEASON ONE " spider on a string " ┕━━━━━━━🕷━━━━━━━┙
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The night was cold and stagnant.
There was a chill in the air, whip quick and biting. The breeze ripped through the deserted city streets, howling like a wounded animal, and echoed off the walls. It slipped through the crack of an open window and into a small room to ruffle the newspaper's plastered to the windows glass panes before slamming a door closed harshly. The old light, dangling dangerously on an open wire in the centre of the room, jumped and cast its shadows wildly. They warped and twisted before finally settling down once more to leave orange blotches of lights dancing unevenly.
The only occupant of the small ratty apartment looked up at the bulb.
Her yellow eyes glimmered in the dim glow. Her body was statue still, crouched in the darkest corner of the room with a clear view of the only window and now slammed door. The girls figure was completely wrapped in the shadows. In front of her, at her cold bare feet, sat the dark metal helmet with its glowing red eyes fixated on her. Slowly, she reached a foot out to push it away from her before standing straight. Her back was pressed awkwardly into the right corner. Piled around her, pages crumpled with use and age, lay stacks upon stacks of school and library books that threatened to topple with every passing second.
Slowly, she stepped out into the grungy circle of low orange light that the old bulb created in the centre of the room. She did a 360 turn on the balls of her feet, carful eyes taking in every detail, before turning to the newspaper covered window. Bored eyes flickered through the articles rapidly in search of some form of entertainment even though the girl had read through them all about a dozen times each. They flickered back to the books. She had read through more then half of them with her short time on the planet, anything from religious lore to the current political climate, but her mind was currently a bit to busy to bother with trying to relax and read. No matter how tempting it was.
"Widowmaker?" A sharp static riddled voice rang out from the depths of the metal helmet still sitting on the floor.
The girl stilled, waiting a moment to pretend she wasn't anticipating the call, before picking up the head piece and putting it on. Plates of metal instantly slid into place as several holographic screen lit up the dark inside.
"Present" She hummed cooly.
"Heya Kiddo!" The same voice, low and ruff, called out in faux joy as several other voices murmured in the background "How've ya been?"
"What do you want" Widowmaker deflected quickly as she began to pace cautiously around the room, stepping over obstacles scattered across the floor instead of avoiding them, while her eyes flickered consistently between the closed door and the widow. Some would call it paranoia, she would call it extreme caution.
