by wildbow
Utter blackness and silence. It was only in this stillness and quiet that Jamie realized there was an undercurrent. An impression. She hesitated to call it an emotion.
Reaching. It was the only word she could use to place it, and it didn’t quite fit. It was an action that was simultaneously frustrated and frustrating.
The pain cleared away so quickly she thought she might have imagined it.
She was on the ground, she realized. On her hands and knees. Tears ran down her cheeks. Not all were from the pain. Some were sympathetic.
“What was that? What did I just see? It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t what you described.”
“Roughly half of my customers ask questions similar to yours after they’ve transitioned. I always say the same thing. I don’t know.”
Even in the daze she was in, Jamie’s instincts told her the Doctor was lying.
“I expect you’ll retain the memory better if you don’t try too hard to hold onto it.”
The strange things she had seen didn’t seem to matter anymore. “Did I… change? Is my body different?”
“You glowed briefly, but that passed. You look the same as you did.”
Jamie nodded, too worn out to feel relieved.
“I’m going to leave, now, for my own safety. I recommend sitting and resting before anything else. When you’re prepared, stand and see what you can do to exercise your new abilities.”
The doctor was halfway to the door when Jamie shifted her position and prepared to climb into the chair. Relief was surging through her. She hadn’t become a monster. She hadn’t lost her mind. This was for real. What she had seen, it was too profound to mean anything else. Even a hit of LSD wouldn’t have given her visions as clear as that. Not that she’d done LSD.
Though she didn’t feel dizzy, she found she lacked the sense of balance to stand, and tipped forward. Between one heartbeat and the next, everything seemed to click. She felt as though she were floating in slow motion rather than falling, her body thrumming. She extended one arm toward the arm of the chair to catch herself, but she underestimated the speed and strength of the movement in the midst of this slow motion world. The chair was sent flying, skidding across the floor. She fell hard, the moment over, her fall no longer slow motion.
On the other side of the room, the chair hit the wall and shattered.
“Seems you have something. Congratulations,” the Doctor said.
* * *
Madcap hit one of the armored PRT vans hard enough to make it roll. The driver of the second tried to steer clear, but Madcap stepped into the path of the incoming vehicle. It struck him and the vehicle virtually bounced off of him, the hood crumpling as though it had hit a telephone pole.
He rolled his shoulders, and then kicked the vehicle. It skidded along the road and collided with the third truck, which had already pulled to a stop.
Which left only the task of freeing his clients.
“Stop!”
Madcap turned. Jamie stood in the middle of the street, opposing him. Her low-budget costume consisted of a black bodysuit and a domino mask.
“You’re cute. Nice body, and the costume is a nice mix of pathetic and adorable in a three-legged-puppy kind of way. But you don’t want to try to stop me. I hit pretty damn hard.”
The mention of her costume embarrassed her. She hadn’t had the money after buying her powers. Still, three legged puppy?
Madcap, by contrast, was wearing a customized costume that had cost no small amount of money. A faceguard covered the lower half of his face, and was imprinted with the image of a wide grin. Black facepaint surrounded his dark eyes, accentuating the whites, and a pointed black leather cap connected to the mask and his costume. His armor was more aesthetic than functional, and featured broad, spike-studded pads.
“I hit pretty hard myself,” Jamie replied. A glance over her shoulder revealed that the two men who’d been driving the containment van nearest her were running. She knew it was empty, a decoy.
She wrested the bumper free with a tug and then swung it at Madcap like an oversized bat.
He blocked it with one hand, and the scrap of metal slipped from her hand and went sailing into the nearby cornfield.
Then he slid forward and tapped the flat of one hand against her chest. She bounced off of the ground and fell in a heap. It took her one attempt at standing before she realized it was futile.
Two PRT soldiers stepped forward to try to spray him with foam, but he dispatched both with a throw of something that looked like a thick frisbee. With nobody left to stop him, Madcap proceeded to tear doors off the containment vans until he found the prisoners.
Jamie tried to move again. Everything hurt too much.
“No,” Madcap said. “Leave her be.”
She opened her eyes to see two villains, a male and a female standing nearby, with Madcap standing between her and them.
“She looks like a right morsel,” the man commented.
“Not saying she doesn’t,” Madcap said, “but hands off. You paid me to free you, and I can’t do that if you’re fucking around.”
“Spoilsport,” the woman said, teasing. “Come on.”
Then they were gone, and Jamie let her head rest on the pavement.
* * *
“My power didn’t work. I was strong, and then I wasn’t.”
“There are going to be nuances,” the Doctor said. “We could help you investigate the intricacies of your ability. But that would cost you.”
“Everything costs something, here.”
“I have another idea in mind.”
“Another idea?”
“Consider this your first favor to us. Cauldron would be much obliged if you could join the ranks of the Wards, and then graduate to the Protectorate as soon as possible.”
“The Protectorate? Why? To sabotage it from within? Steal information? I don’t want to do anything like that.”
“Just join. That’s all I ask. If nothing else, it would mean you had resources and training to develop your powers and achieve your own goals.”
Jamie frowned, looking at her gloved hand. She had been contemplating joining anyways. It meant one favor out of the way, relatively harmless, which was good, but there was little doubt that Cauldron wanted her in place for a reason.
* * *
“Round eight, puppy?” Madcap said, “Maybe you can finally win one!”
Jamie charged him, and the rest of her team followed soon after.
Madcap leapt to one side as Legend fired a series of beams at him. The villain plunged into and through the concrete wall of the jail, and Jamie was only steps behind him. She saw him rounding a corner and gave chase.
He wasn’t in the hallway. There wasn’t even debris from where he’d torn his way through yet another wall.
She activated her power. Time seemed to slow down as she sped up. She snapped her head to look up and saw him in the middle of a leap over her head. He’d timed it perfectly, so he would be above her when she rounded the corner.
Except she was faster, and she could hit harder than he could. Given a chance.
Her elbow caught him while he was still airborne, and unable to dodge. She slammed him into a wall, and followed up with a leaping kick while the effects of her power still coursed through her.
Madcap rebounded off of the wall as though he were made of rubber and ducked beneath her incoming kick. Twisting around as he rose back to a standing position, he got a grip on her from behind in the same moment her foot hit the wall. Heaving, he hurled her down the length of the hallway.
Calm. She had to be calm, concentrate. Even as she flew through the air, she let her power build up inside her, then released it. With the half second of effect it gave her, she contorted herself to touch the wall with one foot, then lightly kicked it to turn herself toward the ground. She landed in a crouch, sliding from the inertia, and began charging up for another go.
Legend’s lasers tore into the spot where Madcap had been a h
alf second ago. The villain sprinted toward Jamie, moving faster with each step.
“Battery!” Legend called out, “Stop him!”
She held on, concentrating. She let a deep breath pass through her lips.
Sticking one foot out in front of him, Madcap changed directions, heading straight through the wall. Plaster exploded around him.
She released her power, and for just seconds, she was strong, she was almost invincible, and above all else, she was fast. She ran forward, plunging through two walls in her pursuit. Emerging from the second wall, she came within a few feet of Madcap.
He turned on the spot, reaching out to block her strike or grab her.
But she didn’t give him the opportunity to do either. Instead, she spent the rest of her accumulated power in a single burst, pulling at the metal of a nearby chair. It fell over, sliding into Madcap’s path. The metal legs caught on his own legs, one sliding just beneath his descending foot. He stumbled. He exerted his power, causing the chair to crumple and explode before he stumbled any further and fell.
She heard a brief chuckle from the man as he turned to make his escape.
Legend had taken advantage of that momentary delay to get in position. He caught the villain with a laser blast. Madcap tumbled, got his feet under him and darted for cover. A laser blast turned the corner to follow and smash the villain into the ground. Legend shot him again while he was down, and the man was unconscious.
“Good job, Battery.” Legend spoke with a smile. “Finally, huh?”
“Finally,” she said.
* * *
“I really don’t want to go to the Birdcage,” Madcap said. He was covered in containment foam from shoulder to toe.
“You’ve committed somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred felonies,” Legend answered him. “I don’t think you have many options.”
“Felonies, sure, but I haven’t killed anyone, and that’s got to be worth something. Now, this is just a suggestion, but what if I switched sides?”
“Get real,” Battery replied.
“I’m serious, puppy. You guys need more bodies on the field, I don’t want to go to the Birdcage, it’s win-win. I’m strong.”
“You’ve spent nearly six years perverting the course of justice for others,” she replied.
“And now I can make amends!” They had removed his mask, but his real smile was almost more mocking than the one that had been styled into the mask.
“You spent the last five and a half years getting people out of the Birdcage, claiming to be against it and everything it stood for, but now you’re willing to work to put people in there?”
“Maybe you’ve changed me. Your good looks, your winning personality, and your diehard persistence in the face of so many defeats at my hand.”
Battery looked at Legend, “Don’t suppose we can gag him?”
“Sadly, no. And he raises an interesting idea.”
“He’s going to run the second he gets a chance.”
“There are options. Tracking devices, or perhaps Myrddin can put some countermeasure in place.”
“I’m down for any of that stuff,” Madcap said, casting a sidelong glance at Battery. He grinned, “But I want some concessions.”
“Concessions? You asshole. You should be glad that we’re even entertaining this asinine idea.”
“I think you’ll find them pretty reasonable,” Madcap said, more to Legend than Battery.
“Let’s hear it.”
“I think this would work best if I took on a new identity. New costume. My powers are versatile enough that I doubt anyone’s going to draw a connection. It also means I don’t have any enemies or any paranoid customers from my shady past coming after me.”
“That could be arranged.”
“And I want to be on her team,” Madcap said, pointing at Battery. He smiled. “Puppy changes to a new city, I go with.”
“Hell no,” Battery said.
“Why?” Legend asked.
“It’s funny,” Madcap said. “It’s going to irritate the piss out of her, and I’ve got just a little bit of a sadistic streak in me. If I don’t channel it somehow, this just isn’t going to work out. Just give me this, and I’ll be a boy scout.”
“Boy scout? You’ll be on your best behavior?” Legend asked. “This would be more than even regular probation.”
“No.” Battery said.
“Yes.” Madcap answered the man.
“No,” Battery said, stabbing a finger at Legend. “I’ve been a damn good hero for you guys. My record is spotless, I’ve put in the hours, I’ve put in the overtime hours. I’ve done the jobs nobody else wants to do, the unpaid volunteer crap, the patrols at the dead of night when nothing happens. This is a punishment.”
“You’re right,” Legend sighed. “It would be a heavy burden for a good heroine. So it’s up to you. You decide if Madcap joins the Protectorate or not. I won’t judge you if you say no.”
“But you think I should say yes.”
“I do, if it makes us stronger in the long run.”
Battery looked down at Madcap, and the villain offered her an exaggerated pout, his eyes large, his lower lip sticking out.
“Fuck me,” she said. “You’re going on paper as the one making the call, Legend, and you’re taking the hit if this backfires.”
“That’s fair.”
“Yes!” Madcap grinned.
“I’ve died and gone to hell,” Battery muttered. It was everything she’d become a hero to prevent. A villain evading his rightful justice. But she knew it was for the greater good. They did need more heroes out there.
“I already have a name in mind for my goodie-two-shoes costumed self,” Madcap grinned. “You’re going to like this one, puppy.”
“You’re going to have to stop calling me that,” Battery warned him, “Or your identity as Madcap is going to become public knowledge, fast.”
Madcap rubbed his chin. “Maybe. I’ll agree to stop if you accept my name.”
She sighed. “I already know I’m going to hate this.”
“You’ll love it. Assault. Get it?”
It took her a second to process. “No!”
“No? But it’s perfect. We’ll be a pair! People will know from the second they hear it.”
“The connotations are horrible! No! You’re not allowed to change the intent of my name like that!”
“Fine, fine. Point taken. Puppy.”
Battery looked at Legend, “Can I maybe get a raise, for putting up with this?”
The leader of the Protectorate folded his arms. “Something can be arranged.”
* * *
“It can be a coffee,” Assault told her. “Or a beer after a night of patrols. Nothing fancy, low stress.”
“Low stress? You’re forgetting the part where I’d be spending more time in your company than I have to.”
“Hon, you need to unwind. Relax. You’re too rigid, and I know for a fact that you haven’t had a boyfriend or a girlfriend in the two years I’ve worked with you.”
“Stop implying I’m into women, Ass.”
“Well, you know, you keep turning me down, so it kind of makes a man wonder.”
“I’ve been too busy, and even if I did want to date, rest assured, you would be my last pick for company.”
“So hurtful!” He pressed one hand to his chest. “Look at me, I’m like a knight in shining armor, now.”
“A wolf in sheep’s clothing, more like.”
“Arooo.”
Miss Militia stopped in the doorway. “Need rescuing?”
“If you could put a bullet between his eyes, I’d owe you one.”
“No can do.” Miss Militia offered her an apologetic grimace. “You okay, though?”
“I’m okay, thanks.”
Miss Militia headed on her way, and Assault smiled, “Listening to her, you’d think every second in my company was torture.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Battery retorted. She turned a
nd topped off her cup of coffee, finishing the pot. Assault stepped in and began preparing the next pot. It would have been a nice gesture if it weren’t for the smug look on his face.
“Come on. Give me a chance. Let me know what it takes to get one night of your company. Tell me to bring you a star in the palm of my hand, or slay a dreaded Endbringer, and I’ll get it done.”
“You’d just find some loophole and bring me a plastic star or kill an Endbringer in a video game, which would only give you an excuse to harass me further.”
“Then think of something else. Anything.”
Battery sipped on her coffee. “Anything? Armsmaster was looking for volunteers for some unpaid work at one of the primary schools. I already said I’d do it.”
“You do all of that crap,” Assault rolled his eyes. “It’d be admirable if you weren’t trying so ridiculously hard at it. It’s like you’re trying to make up for some wrong you think you’ve committed.”
Battery frowned a little.
The grin dropped from Assault’s face. “Hey, seriously?”
She shook her head. “No. No wrong committed, real or imagined.”
“But the way you looked just now—”
She interrupted him. “If you come on this errand with me and do part of the speech for the kids, I’ll maybe consider possibly going out with you for lunch someday.”
“Excellent!” Assault grinned.
He strode off, looking like he’d just won the lottery.
She smiled. If he only knew this was her shot at some clean, innocent payback. The squealing, screaming grade schoolers, all fighting and pulling on your costume and demanding demonstrations of powers and constantly asking questions.
And he’d have to put up with it.
She would relish this.
* * *
“…And caught out little suck-a-thumb.
Snip! Snap! Snip! The scissors go;
And Conrad cries out—Oh! Oh! Oh!…”
Assault read from the book of poems, and every one of the ninety kids that sat around him were leaning forward, eyes wide.