The (Fake-ish) Death of Marinette Dupain-Cheng

(Chapter 6)Super Boy Scout (The Junior)

Summary:
Marinette is now a fashion designer again and a superhero vigilante in Metropolis.

It took six months to run into a super and it wasn’t even Boy Scout senior. By that time, I had established myself as a Black Bat-esque figure. I didn’t talk, was never seen unless I wanted to be, and left results in my wake. It helped separate my bubbly civilian self from the vigilante, that and the apparent age difference. Also if I didn’t talk, I couldn’t stutter myself into a corner and my voice is a dead giveaway to my age.

Superboy’s and my first meeting wasn’t even a proper meeting. It started with me sensing him following me, catching him in an impromptu snare dangling over the edge of a building, and ended with him following me.

Dropping down from my hiding place behind a conveniently placed AC unit, I watch the captured super. Superboy squints at me in return, obviously trying to use his x-ray vision through my suit.

“Did Bats get another one?” Superboy asked, “Why are you in Metropolis?”

I reared back before coughing out, making an attempt to deepen my voice and showing him my claws “Not. bat. Cat. Sekhmet.”

“Oh, so you’re Catwoman’s? Are you new, that would explain why we’ve never met. What are you doing all the way out here?”

Not a fan of all of the questions, I turn and run. Superboy easily breaks the snare line, following after me.

“You’re not anyone’s, are you? Superboy asked carefully, hovering behind me as I perched on a roof edge, observing the meeting in the boardroom across the way.

Turning to the super, I grunt out “Stay” before swinging my rope dart as a grappling hook and swinging closer to the window, observing the conversation.

“... The peppers did not turn out as we wished mr. Luthor”

“Well? What happened, Dr. Schpilkes?”

“It… appears they ripened too long and are the wrong color. They’re red, Sir.”

“Humm, well move the produce to warehouse 47, and have it tested for flavor changes, then bring it to me to review again, next we...”

Swinging back to the roof where I left Superboy, I start heading towards the warehouse district.

“Why are you interested in Luthor Corp’s pepper growth? It seems fairly random.”

Pausing, I realize I can just give everything to the older boy without some convoluted set up to draw attention to warehouse 47. Changing direction, I grab a folder from one of my info caches set up all over the city, using misdirection to make it seem like I just materialized the folder and keeping the cache hidden. I hand the folder to the super, and as he looks down to see what I gave him, I vanish silently, taking a route designed to throw people off back home, just in case.

Notes:
Superboy is Kon. and The peppers is code. For what? I don't know check warehouse 47. Feel free to guess.