Perspective is Ki (Young Justice/DBZ, Male OC)

Chapter Six

Philadelphia, 3:49 PM.
March 26th, 2010.

The walk back to his hotel wasn't a long one, maybe ten minutes at a leisurely pace. Aiden made sure to get out at least once a day; for the sake of his mental health, if nothing else, he already got plenty of exercise given his current routine, but being around other people certainly raised his mood.

There were quite a few people out already, which made perfect sense given it was a Friday, and most of the nine-to-fivers were getting close to finishing or leaving early. He had a phone appointment with Dinah again in about twenty minutes as well, which was an interesting kind of battle.

At first, Aiden had hated the forced therapy, mostly because it had felt like such a waste of time, he had initially learned nothing new about himself, and it only seemed like they were collecting information about him in order to build some kind of profile. Aiden had let go of his annoyance though and focused on the silver lining, every week he got to try and piss Black Canary off without the threat of being beaten up, and she couldn't do anything about it.

It was hilarious.

He made sure to answer most of the questions, although he made sure that anything business-related stayed off the table completely, he didn't care if they knew about his personal life, but he didn't need any millionaires stealing his ideas before he'd even had a chance to enact any of them.

A series of gunshots went off from behind a tall building on his right, echoing down the alleyway one after another. Aiden turned towards the entrance, be he couldn't see anything in the section that was visible, it was deeper in, couldn't be more than twenty meters away given how loud it was. Now that he was focusing on it, he could hear the sounds of a struggle, and the rapid tap of feet skipping around.

Someone was fighting someone with a gun?

Aiden was almost certain he was bulletproof, and the continual testing of his durability gave him some confidence in being mostly knife proof, anything short of a superhuman he would be able to manhandle with ease, so he strode down the alleyway without fear. He needed to get used to doing things like this anyway, given his future career choice.

Aiden listened to the fight as it seemingly centered around the one place in the alleyway, only moving several meters away before seemingly heading back to the same spot. The gun went off again three times, and he heard it ricochet off the brick walls of the alleyway, but there were no pained noises, so he was assuming all three shots had missed somehow.

Aiden stepped around the corner.

Three people, two upright fightings with an absurd level of martial arts, looked like something out of an action film, but his enhanced reflexes were slowing it down enough that he could follow along easily. There was a third person lying face down on the ground, unmoving. The taller of the two, probably male, wore a full black costume, plus a black cape that fell around his thick boots, the skintight suit covered his face entirely, a white circle right on the face of it.

The woman that was fighting him was much shorter, in a very pale green skintight bodysuit, she had one of those silly little masks on that only cover the eyes and nothing else that some of the heroes wore.

The third woman, the one on the ground, was wearing a black and grey bodysuit, a black mask that left her mouth exposed, and a large amount of long white hair that stuck up in a massive cowlick.

Aiden didn't recognize any of them, but it took barely a moment to determine who was the bad guy. The shorter woman was fighting to defend the woman on the ground, and the man in black was trying to shoot them both, but every time he tried to line up a shot, the shorter woman would disrupt his aim.