My Super-Story

42: Running Start

As I step through the portal, I almost collapse from the drastic change my body experiences. Thankfully Kid catches me before I hit the floor, "You sure you can do this?" I nod despite feeling queasy, I have a feeling that despite my best efforts tonight will not go as well as I had hoped.

"Alright, I hacked the system, we're in the clear, all the prisoner doors are unlocked, all alarms are disarmed, and every camera is down." called Robin from in front

"Awesome," I began standing up despite my weakness,"alright everyone you remember the plan. When you are done returning your people, you head straight to the sixth floor, that's where the main fight will be, and most importantly the only way home."

All of them nod, and begin to file out of the room. It's only going to be an uphill battle from here on out for me. A hand landed on my shoulder, I turned to the older hero. "Not backing out on us now are you?"

I smiled at Artemis and made my way to the door until Nightwing blocked my way. He motioned for her and Robin to wait outside, then turned to me. Not making eye contact he handed me a pair of escrima sticks. I looked up to him in question, making him sigh.

"You don't carry weapons on you. They always materialize with your powers, this is my spare pair. Don't lose them, I know you can fight with them so don't even bother trying to give them back."

"Thanks," I smiled, if I was being honest I had completely forgotten to pack my weapons in my jacket like I had planned, I was too distracted starring at my pictures. I was glad to know he cared a little, even if I wasn't always going to be on the same side as him, I hoped that we could at least remain friends after all this. I looked up realizing he had already left, cursing I rushed out the door to catch up with my team.

The battle had already started, and thankfully Greene was too prideful to have any other security measures than the guards in the security room. No one else had a way to communicate to the main room, and before leaving I had broken the door handle so no one else could enter. In front of me were my three allies wiping out the scientists and guards, it was pretty inspiring. Jumping in excitement, I made my way to join the fight. 

Although the other three were clearly more experienced, I was glad that I had taken all those martial arts classes back when I was living here otherwise my body would not be holding up as well. Although the escrima sticks were a bit big for me, I could still manage. Sweeping people off their feet, and slamming them into the wall was a great stress reliever. I was keeping an eye on the others as we were making our way to the staircase, suddenly I heard sparks. Momentarily distracted, I saw Nightwing's sticks light up with crackling electricity. "So cool," I murmured, I was then hit over the head. Crying out I hit the floor, the weapons still tightly grasped in my hand, the others turned to me as I was being dragged up by my collar. Thank god it wasn't the hair, my wig would have come right off. The man roughly shook me, as I continued to play dead, I was fiddling with the sticks, trying to figure out how to turn on the electricity. Finally, I found a bottom near the bottom almost as if I was supposed to easily smack the bottom against myself triggering the electricity. Eh, yolo, I thought as I smashed the stick into my side hearing the satisfying crackle of electricity as I swung it around and shoved it into the gut of my assailant. 

"Nice work" Nightwing congratulated me, a little out of breath so it sounded funny. 

"Yeah, I was trying to figure out how to get the current going like yours, guess it was my own fault." I responded guiltily, when Robin interrupted

"Wow, that was so cool Wolf" 

"Ya, I guess it was kind of cool"

"Kind of cool, kid if you weren't already guilty of so many crimes I would suggest you join us" Artemis crowed as she slung her arm around my shoulders.

Nightwing was still annoyed with me, and turned around strutting away. We had finished off all the lackies on this floor, and now were headed towards the stair case. It felt as if we were in a video game with how many of Greene's goons we ran into, he must employ them out of that special french army thing where they give you a new identity and all. Throwing them behind us into the staircase and hoping none of them broke their necks. Robin and Artemis were behind Nightwing and I, dealing with the armed men heading up the stairs, and we were dealing with the ones coming down. I had managed to fight off pretty much every person that had come at me, ending up at the next flight, while Robin and Artemis were on the flight below. I looked for Nightwing and noticed how he was being overpowered. He was on the staircase below me, and was being pushed over the staircase with his sticks against his neck. Running down, I swung myself over and across the gap, knocking the assailant straight in the chin with my heel. He went flying back, as Nightwing readjusted into a fighting position. I had finished the goon off, and turned to Nightwing.

"I could have handled that myself" He grumbled, just then the other two joined us. We all looked up to the wall in front of us, in bold letters, an arrow pointing towards the door read 6th Floor. We had finally reached our objective. I'm glad Nightwing convinced me to have a team with me, otherwise I don't think I would have made it this far. Robin kicked open the door for a dramatic entrance. A bright light blinded us as the door opened into the dark stairwell. We walked in, all the scientists rose to their feet in distress, rushing to the other door. Artemis shot her arrow and blocked their escape. 

"I was wondering when you would show up, Kigo. It seems I made a mistake in targeting that Dimension first." A tall muscular blonde man stood in front of the room. His back was turned to us, but he still held a dangerous aura. "You see, Kigo, you are too late. I have already learnt how to harness their power with these gloves. Now, no one can stop me." He turned to us, as he raised his arm showing off his new armour. Although his suit was all white and he didn't wear a lab coat, he still portrayed everything I believed a mad scientist to be. His small glasses, and dark hazel eyes, complimented his middle aged features, but I knew not to be dissuaded by his looks.

"Greene," was my smart response. He smirked in acknowledgement, he pressed a button on the thumb and he grew in size. This battle wasn't going to be as easy as I had hoped.