InJustice - Behind The Scenes

Coming Home

 "This. This is what I am. This is who I am. Come Hell or high water... If I deny it, I deny everything I've ever done. Everything I've ever fought for." 

Green Arrow

Kepper stands behind the counter. A large computer rests on the edge of the marble surface, and she is busily typing away. With a sharp voice, she commands an action. "SIDE KICK, NOW WALLY. NOW."  Almost instantly, the computer shifts to a battle where Flash is quickly fighting against Grundy2, a large and quite dead impostor villain. He falls backwards, and large words pop up on Kepper's screen. 'KNOCKOUT'. "Nice, Walls! Lastly is a Nightwing Impersonator. Can yo-"

"Put me in, idiot child." Kepper smiled and clicked twice very swiftly, causing Catwoman to appear on the screen and begin fighting Nightwing2. "It'd be more fun..." She started, "If you were the real one!" Kepper rolled her eyes. "Side sweep, now."

"I have a better idea, idiot." Catwoman brought around her claws, scraping Nightwing2's face with precision only granted to her by her backstory. The word 'BLEEDING' appeared above his face. "Good job, Selena. But you didn't listen. I'm swapping in OUR Nightwing now." Two swift clicks, and there appeared Nightwing. The real one. "Alright, ready, Dick?" He nodded, and brought out his two fighting sticks. Joining them as one, he quickly threw his opponent on the ground. That was it. They won.

"Alright guys, great job! Come on back, that's it for today. Hey, thanks for subbing in for Grundy, Selena. You can go home now." Catwoman hissed then grinned. "Catch you later, punks." And with that, she vanished. 

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The Flash shuddered as the two heroes drove home. "Am I the only one that can only see her picturing us as mice?" Nightwing laughed. "Nah. She gives me the creeps too. Thankfully we don't bunk with her though." The Flash grinned. "Can you imagine being bunked with Grundy though? I have a feeling he's choose top bunk, and that's hysterical." The two men laughed, having arrived home. Taking off their usual fighting clothes and becoming more civilian-like, Wally West brushed his red hair and looked in the large mirror at their headquarters intently. "Dude, I think I'm getting some adult acne. That sucks." Nightwing, also Richard Dick Grayson, chuckled. His outfit was perfectly packed away in his small locker, as opposed to Wally's disgruntled outfit being on the floor in a unkempt manner. "Wally, your outfit. Kepper is going to be annoyed. You may have to do dish duty aga-" A quick blur, and the outfit was gone. "Psh, what outfit?" Dick shook his head. "I'm not always going to be here to remind you, Wally. You need to keep up with your stuff." 

Just then, the intercom buzzed. "Hurry up, girls. It's time to eat." Kepper's voice rang out throughout the headquarters, and the men shook their heads. "Good grief. Its like she still sees us as kids." Dick shook his head at Wally's remark. "Trust me, she doesn't. Bruce saw me as a kid for YEARS. Sometimes he still does. This is so different than that, dude. Believe me. Lets head up-"

"Race ya!" 

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Kepper stood in the living room that was connected to the large kitchen. Hands on her hips, she was listening to the television. The news was on, and it was blurred behind the annoying yells she heard coming towards her from the hall. Sighing, she turned off the TV. 

The meal consisted of mashed potatoes and gravy, with some homemade meatloaf. "Your mom cooked again? She is literally the best." Wally grinned, his mouth stuffed with potatoes and meat. Kepper laughed. "I'll make sure to tell her you said that." Dick shook his head. "Kiss-up." He mumbled, grinning also at the spread of food. "Hey, guys..." Kepper stood, making sure to have both of their attention spans directed to her. "We're been given an opportunity to draft another hero or villain for our team. Since we did so well in the last battle, I was given the choice, and I chose Sinestro." Dick frowned. "You do realize Catwom- err, Selena Kyle opposed your authority with our mission today, right? She could've slipped up worse, and probably will. Sinestro is much worse." Wally silently agreed, putting his fork down. "Kepper, you should have asked us. Don't we have any input? Its a team effort....not just you." Kepper looked down, her short dark brown bangs covering her eyes. "I know. And I'm sorry. Usually, I would. You know that; Both of you do. But I had to chose quickly. And..." She added, while moved her hair back behind her ears, "I don't regret my choice. Sinestro, while unstable as a character, has great potential. He has incredible power, and that's just one of the many reasons I chose him."

Silence followed the meal. Afterwards, Kepper began giving instructions. "Wally, head to the healing chamber. You have several scratches on your chest and many on your face. The computer pointed out a time where you should have blocked as well, and failed to do so. Focus on that in training in the morning. Understand?" Wally nodded, and walked down the hallway. "Dick, shouldn't you follow? You broke your arm. I can't believe you didn't say anything before... You really should've." Dick smiled gently. "Yeah, well normally you check our scans before the meal. Not after. I wanted to see what you'd do." He stood up, visibly holding his left arm with tender caution. "Goodnight, Kepper."

"Night. Tell Wally I said Night too, okay?" Dick nodded, and left the room. 

Sighing with content, Kepper began to clean the table. She wiped off the screen of the computer, and turned it off. Checking the security cameras, she made sure Dick and Wally followed her instructions. 

Smiling, she turned off the lights.

 "Ready for tomorrow."