#avery yu

This has been a concept that I thought of during Discord chat with friends and also like it has been haunting me since then, and like I need to get this out cause I need to focus on school.  So the idea is that it’s like a regular Pokemon AU right, but instead it’s an “Inverse” if you will. The premise is that in a story plot device, Avery and a few others are fighting a villain or something and there’s a rip in reality/space and time/ and whatnot. 

All the characters get sucked in and one thing leads to another, and the other characters find themselves in another world entirely. So basically like an Isekai but they have to jumping through worlds until they get back their dimension.  For the “Inverse” Pokemon AU, I’m not sure what concept to go for but I’m leading towards that Pokemon does not exist in that world (or they forgot it cause dimensions man). 

Avery moodboard [red + black]

Avery Yu belongs to @audreyandherocs / @audreythetealovingcat

Summary: Wally and Avery finally confront Emma about her powers. Things don’t go how they hoped.

Word Count: 2094

Warnings: Foul language, aggressive argument

Author’s Note: Telepathy and ‘thought dialogue’ in italics. As always, Avery Yu belongs to @audreythetealovingcat @audreyandherocs  

The drive back to Emma’s house was uncomfortably silent. Neither Wally nor Avery were exactly looking forward to the conversation they were about to have. Emma didn’t know for sure what they wanted to talk about, but she had a good guess. Her mind raced off in a million directions toward all the worst case scenarios and her stomach did somersaults. It didn’t help that she could feel her friends’ tension. Avery switched on the radio on low volume, hoping it would help Emma relax. She listened for a moment before abruptly punching the power button.

“Emma, it’s ok. Just breath. Don’t worry about the what-ifs. Just focus on the road for now.” Wally reached over the seat to squeeze her shoulder.

Emma attempted a half smile and loosened her grip on the steering wheel ever so slightly, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. Thanks.” She hated the waiting. It felt like it had been hours since Wally and Avery told her they needed to talk. In reality, barely more than 20 minutes had passed. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into her driveway. Slamming the car into park and yanking the key out of the ignition, she turned around to face her friends. “Okay, tell me! What did you need to talk to me about?” She shouted

Avery and Wally exchanged a look.

“Oh, god. It’s bad. Isn’t it?”

Avery reached out to take Emma’s hand. “No, it’s not bad. It’s just, well, it might be a lot to take in. Let’s go inside and we’ll talk. I’ll make you some tea.”

Emma nodded. “Yeah. Ok. Sure, thanks.”

A few minutes later the group was settled in Emma’s room. Or rather, Wally was sitting on the edge of the bed bouncing his knee; Emma was pacing the length of the room with a face that wouldn’t have been out of place at the doctor’s office awaiting a terminal diagnosis. Normally her room was Emma’s special place of solace. Now it felt like the pale purple walls were closing in on her.

Only Avery looked calm. She sat in Emma’s rocking chair holding a steaming cup of tea, which she held out to Emma. “Here,” she said. “Drink this. It’s a special tea that will help with your nerves. My uncle’s recipe.”

Not wanting to offend Avery Emma timidly took the cup, blowing on it before taking a sip. As the warm liquid coursed through her she felt a slight tingling sensation as the brew took effect. “Thanks. That does help, a little.” She stopped pacing and looked slightly less terrified.

Wally patted the bed next to him. “Ems,” he said gently, “why don’t you sit down? I promise it’s not as bad as you think it’s going to be.” He shrugged. “Hey, it could even be a good thing if you look at it right.”

Glancing at both her friends, Emma finally took a seat on the edge of her desk chair. She tightly clutched the teacup like a security blanket.

Avery glanced at Wally before starting. “Emma, before we say anything, just remember. Wally and I are your friends. We love you and we’re here for you no matter what.”

Emma froze with the teacup halfway to her lips. “Oh, god. What did I do? What’s wrong? Whatever it is I’m sorry.” She set the cup down nervously. “You’re scaring me.”  

“You didn’t do anything, Emma,” Wally offered reassuringly.

“Then what the hell is it? Just fucking tell me already!” she screamed, launching out of her chair.

“Don’t freak out, Emma but we think,” Wally started slowly.

Avery cut him off, speaking matter-of-factly. “ We think you have powers.”

“Well, not think. We know.” Wally corrected.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I have powers?” Emma questioned, gesturing wildly.

Avery could feel her friend’s agitation rising and realized they needed to be more direct. “Superpowers. You have superpowers, Emma.”

“S-s-superpowers? No. No fucking way. You mean, like, I’m a damn metahuman?” Emma shrieked. When neither of them answered immediately she began pacing again, head in her hands. “Fuck, shit shit shit shit, shit, shit! This cannot be happening. I can’t be a damn. No.” I can’t be a metahuman. I just can’t be, she thought.

“Well, you might not be exactly a metahuman, not technically” Wally interjected helpfully.

Emma looked at him with desperate hope.

“Maybe you're actually an alien. Or part, at least.”

Emma stared at him in disbelief. How could he not understand the gravity of the situation? “A fucking alien?” She cried “Oh great, so I might not even be human? How in the ever loving fuck is that any better you imbecile?” She started muttering to herself and pacing again. No. No, no, no, no, no! I’m not a freak! I’m just a normal person! Not an alien! Not a metahuman! Oh god, my dad. He’s gonna. Oh shit. I’m dead. If he finds out! But wait, maybe. What if. A joke! This has to be a… The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Is this some kind of a sick joke to you assholes? Is this funny to you?” She stared them down, waiting for an answer.

Calm down, Emma. It’s not a joke. We wouldn’t joke about this. We’d be cruel if we would. Avery put a hand on Emma’s shoulder.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, holding back tears. “No. No, I guess you wouldn’t,” she relented, sensing her friend’s sincerity through the cloud of her own emotions. “But that means. So I’m really a?” She shoved Avery’s hand off suddenly. “Wait! You’re wrong! You have to be wrong! I mean, how can you know for sure? You can’t! You have to be wrong!”

“Emma, we wouldn’t be telling you if we weren’t one hundred percent sure.” Wally stood up and moved to take her hand.

She put her hands up and backed away. “You’re sure? How can you be?”

“Well, for starters, I’ve been noticing some- changes, with you lately. You’re running faster, you’re stronger than ever, and your endurance is like, way up. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed it, too,” Wally pointed out.

“Well, yeah. Sure, I’ve noticed a few, yeah” Emma shrugged. “But like, that doesn’t mean. Sure, I can run a little faster, and I’m stronger, but, but”

“Emma, you went from barely being able to jog a mile to being able to run 20 miles an hour for five straight minutes. And that day in gym class? You ran an extra mile in a matter of seconds and didn’t even realize it. And you at least doubled your strength seemingly overnight.”

“That’s not normal, Emma. For your speed, endurance, and your strength to increase so quickly like that. It’s- superhuman.” Avery stated calmly.

Emma started pacing again. “Okay, so, so, maybe that was just a fluke? Or like, a virus, or something, I don’t know.”

“It’s no fluke. Or a virus.” Wally countered. “It’s been going on at least as long as I’ve known you. Flukes and viruses don’t last for over a year and a half.”

Emma gulped. “I. I. That long?” she stammered. She looked at Avery desperately. “Avery?”

Avery nodded. As long as I’ve known you, Emma. Remember the bat? Major leaguers rarely shatter them like that.

Emma didn’t notice that her friend hadn’t moved her lips. Or she pretended not to. “You too, Avery? That long? Why?” she cried. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I trusted you! And you kept this from me! What the fuck!” Her breath came out ragged and her voice cracked.

“I’m sorry, Emma. But like Wally said, we needed to be sure. We are now. We didn’t want to alarm you needlessly.”

Wally placed a guiding hand on her back. “Emma, maybe you should sit down. You look pretty pale.”

“I don’t want to sit down, damn it!”

“Emma, you really should sit down for the next part,” Avery suggested.

“The next part?” Emma screeched. “There’s more you’ve been keeping from me?” She was on the verge of tears.

“Emma, you have telepathy, too; and telekinesis. And possibly more that we don’t know about yet,” Avery continued.

“Telepathy? Telekinesis?”

“Emma, haven’t you noticed how things seem to move around you without you touching them? Especially when you’re mad or scared?” Wally reminded.

“And just now, when I told you how long I’d known? And about the bat? Emma, I didn’t say anything out loud. And Wally and I have been hearing your thoughts as well. And back at the museum? With the telepathy exhibit? We were, um” Avery looked a bit sheepish. “We were testing you. I have to say for someone with no training you’re an incredibly strong…”

Emma stopped listening the minute she heard the word test. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. “You were testing me?” she hissed. “Like some kind of fucking science experiment? And you’re known the whole time we’ve known each other? So, so what? Was our whole friendship just some scheme to, to what? Have you been laughing at me behind my back this whole time? Oh, look at the dumb freak!”

Wally approached cautiously. “No, Emma, it's not like that. We would never” He said earnestly.

“Emma, we want to help you. Wally and I, we have- experience- with this. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but what I said earlier is true. We’re your friends. We’re here for you, no matter what. But you need to learn how to control your powers before” she didn’t get to finish her sentence.

Emma looked around frantically, searching for something. Her eyes landed on the china cup. Before the thought was fully formed in her mind; before she even knew she was thinking about it, the cup went flying across the room. Wally shoved Avery out of the way just as it shattered against the wall.

The crash of glass shattering brought Emma to her senses. She stared in horror at the scene before her. The dark brown of the tea stains splattered against the pale walls. The scratches and dents in the wall from the shards of glass scattered on the floor. Wally hovering protectively over Avery. Her two best friends, standing across from her, looking at her like that. “Did I? Avery? I, oh god! Did I do that? Oh my god I'm so sorry!” she cried, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

“It’s ok, Emma. But you need to learn to control this. Before you really hurt someone. We can help.” Wally reassured.

“You want to fucking help me? You can’t help me! You both lied to me for over a year. And now you tell me I’m some sort meta freak? Like hell I’m going to let you help me! You’ve already done enough, assholes!”

Avery held up her hands in surrender. “Emma. Everything's going to be alright but you need to calm down,” she warned.

“No, everything is not ok! Do not tell me to calm down, you stupid idiot!”

“Emma, she’s right,” Wally put his hands on Emma’s shoulders in a meager attempt to comfort her.

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” She shoved Wally off her with all her might. He flew across the room like a rag doll, slamming into the wall.

Avery quickly moved to help Wally up and looked at her sadly.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Wally,” Emma sobbed, paralyzed in shock.

“It’s ok, Emma. We know you didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” Avery was quick to reassure her.

“I’m a freak! I’m a damn freak!” Emma suddenly clutched her chest, gasping. “Air. I need air. I can’t. I need. I gotta get out of here.” She looked around the room, desperately grabbing her tennis shoes and lacing them up with shaking fingers. Securing her phone and inhaler in a pouch at her waist she bolted out the door. She disappeared with a whoosh of air. She didn’t look back as Wally called after her.

Avery held him back as he started to run after his friend. “Let her go, Wally. She needs to process this. We just threw a lot at her. Give her time.”

“Yeah ok. We can give her time. But, I’m worried about her, Avery. I’m worried about our friend.”

“Me too, Wally. Me too. But she’ll be alright. She’s strong, not just physically. I trust her.”

This seemed fun so why the heck not.

Let’s start off with my DC comics/ Young Justice OC: Avery Evelyn Yu/Sprite

Rules: italics; apply sometimes bold; applies always or most of the time.

FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | masochistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | rebellious | manipulative

STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS & HOBBIES

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | baking | beachcombing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | traveling | exotic dancing (watching) | minor potion brewing | tricks & trinkets | crow keeping

I’m tagging @ocelysium​ @call-me-emma​ @soepicsokim​ and anyone else who just want a nice reference for their characters lol.

Summary: Emma’s powers are becoming more obvious, her friends and family talk about how to approach the topic with her. 

Word Count: Approx. 25K

Pairings: OC x Wally West, Platonic

Warnings: Very mild reference to verbal abuse, cussing (like, 1 swear word).

Author’s Note: I loved writing this! It’s more from the perspective of Emma’s family and friends. Avery belongs to @audreythetealovingcat @audreyandherocs

Avery's eyes lit up as she spotted the tray set out on the bedside table in the Teague’s guestroom. Emma shivered slightly at the tiny shock she got from Avery's excitement. She still hadn't quite gotten used to this- quirk- her friend had. Avery ran her fingers over the delicate petals of the sunflowers and pressed her nose to them, inhaling their sweet summery scent. Picking up the small painted box, she thumbed through the selection of teas it held. She giggled as she saw the pile of lemons, but no knife to cut them. “Emma, thank you! This is so sweet! You didn't have to do all this. It's enough that you're letting me stay with you for the week.” Avery hugged her tightly.

“Actually, it was mostly my mom. She got the flowers and tea, and the tray. I just did the little box.”

Avery turned to Mary, “Thank you, Mrs. Teague. You really didn't need to go to all this trouble. If there's anything I can do while"

Mrs. Teague waved her hand dismissively. “It's no trouble at all, sweetheart. You're welcome in our home anytime. You're practically family. If you need anything while you're here, please let me or Emma know. And please, call me Mama T. All my girls’ friends do.”She beamed and hugged the young girl in front of her. “I'll let you three hang out while I finish dinner. Jessica should be home from gymnastics soon.” Mary Teague had almost unnaturally good instincts about people, and a larger than average dose of maternal instincts to boot. She knew she couldn't have asked for better friends for Emma than Wally and Avery.

 Later that evening, after a scrumptious dinner of perfectly charred burgers, sweet corn, homemade pasta salad, and mouthwatering fruit salad, Emma and her friends relaxed around the patio table, joined by her family. Mrs. Teague had set out some freshly squeezed lemonade, and some homemade cookies Emma had helped her bake. Her daughter had insisted on trying out a new recipe for peanut butter chocolate cookies as well some lemon blueberry muffins for breakfast the next morning.

A warm summer breeze danced in and out of the trees as fireflies blinked and twinkled around them. From down the block, children could be heard laughing and shouting; probably playing a game of late night tag. Fireworks burst in the distance. Tonight was one of the few nights that Emma's father joined them at the table after dinner, instead of locking himself in his home office. Neither Emma or Wally flinched when Avery grabbed a lemon and sunk her teeth into the peel. Jessica made a quick face and opened her mouth to say something, but one look from her mom and sister told her to behave.

Emma's dad said nothing, but his disapproving pout was enough. Emma glared at him before looking at Avery. Either she hadn't noticed, or she wasn't reacting. That was for the best. Emma didn't want to deal with the way he'd respond if anyone questioned his rude behavior. Sensing Emma's tension, Avery put down her lemon and patted her friend’s knee. Emma squeezed Avery's hand in a quick ‘thank you’. She wasn't sure how, but Avery and Wally always seemed to know exactly what she was feeling, sometimes even better than her or her family. Avery was especially good at it.

“So, Avery, is there anything special you want to do while you’re here?” Mrs. Teague asked. “I'm good for whatever. It doesn't particularly matter to me,” Avery shrugged.

“Well, Emma's dad has to work tomorrow, and Jessie has a pool party and gym practice. You three are welcome to come to the party if you want. Or you can just hang out and do your own thing.”

Emma glanced at Avery, having sensed a change in her mood. It felt like tiny pinpricks of static, haphazardly scattering across her arms. Her hands were suddenly a bit clammy, and she felt jittery. It dawned on Emma that Avery was afraid of something. She answered before Avery had to say no. “Well, actually, there's that new interactive science wing they just opened at the Flash Museum. It's supposed to be really cool. We could go there.”

“Yeah! That sounds totally crash! Uncle Barry keeps putting off taking me.”

Avery smiled. “That sounds good to me. Is that ok, Mrs. Teague?”

“Sure. If that's what you want to do,” She nodded. “I'll leave you some money for tickets and lunch. And a little for the gift shop.”

Emma's dad had been sitting silently while the group discussed plans. The minute the Flash was mentioned, he stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair before sulking off into the house.

Emma clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, but her head was dipped in shame. “He just doesn't like metas.” “Fucking asshole” She added under her breath.

“Is it really alright, Mrs. Teague? I don't wish to upset anyone,” Avery offered worriedly.

“No, no. It's fine. Really. I'd tell you if it wasn't. If you want to go to the museum, then go and enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about him.”

“Yeah, it's fine. Dad will get over it. He's kind of closed minded that way. Just because you have powers doesn't mean you're bad.” Jess added.

After a bit more reassurance from Emma's family, and the puppy dog eyes and pleading face from Wally, Avery gave in. She had been wanting to see the new exhibit, and she couldn't deny her friends. Plus, she theorized, there might be some things there that would help her and Wally test Emma's new- abilities. One quick read of Wally’s thoughts and she sensed he seemed to be on the same page. She’d have to talk to him more about it later.

The next morning Wally made sure to get to Emma's house a bit early to talk to Avery. Lately, he had noticed some strange things around Emma, and he wanted Avery's input on how to handle it. Besides, he figured Avery might have noticed some things too. He knew Emma would still be getting ready, affording him a chance to talk to Avery alone. Emma wasn't exactly a morning person. Wally bounced on his heels and greeted Mrs. Teague cheerfully when she opened the door. “Hi, Mama Teague good morning how are you?”

Mary smiled at Wally and couldn't help but chuckle slightly at him. She never quite knew where he got all his boundless energy. “Come on in, sweetie,” she said, letting him in. “Emma's still upstairs getting ready, but Avery's out on the back deck having breakfast. Can I get you anything?”

“Mmmm, do I smell pancakes? And bacon?” He craned his neck to try and peek in the kitchen.

Mama Teague smiled brightly. “Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit, and Emma made muffins. It’s on the kitchen table. Help yourself”.

“Gee thanks, Mrs. Teague. It smells so good.” He yelled over his shoulder, already halfway to the kitchen. After fixing a heaping plate of breakfast Wally headed out to the gazebo and plopped down across from Avery. She was contentedly sipping her tea and munching on one of the muffins Emma had baked with her in mind.

Mary Teague hummed to herself as she fixed herself a small breakfast plate and sat down at the table; looking out at Emma’s two friends, whom she had come to see as her own adopted kids. She was glad her daughter had made such good friends. She had been worried about her when they had moved from Chicago. Emma had never been exactly outgoing, and making friends had been something she’d struggled with her whole life. In Chicago, she had had the Girl Scout troop that her mother lead, and her friends at summer camp. Now she didn't even have that. Somehow, by God’s grace, she thought, Emma had met Wally and Avery and developed an almost inseparable bond with them. She had also made a few other close friends and started going to the youth group at a local church. Mary had recently started going back to church herself and her daughters joined her. She wanted them to have that same faith, knowing the strength and peace it had given her in the midst of a tumultuous time. Lately, she knew Emma would need all the support she could get.

She had noticed that her daughter seemed to be developing some new powers. Whenever her husband and Emma argued; which was far too frequently the past few months; things moved without anyone touching them. And she’d been hearing some of Emma’s thoughts as well, as clearly as if Emma were saying them out loud. A few times she’d actually asked Emma to repeat what she’d said, only to be met with a questioning stare and ‘i didn’t say anything’. Even worse, she was sure that Emma was somehow hearing some of her own worries and fears about her failing marriage, along with her father’s thoughts about what a disappointment she was. Not that she needed to hear his thoughts to know how he felt. His cold demeanor toward her and the way he snapped at her for every little mistake was enough.

Mrs. Teague vaguely remembered something about her ancestors having powers, possibly being of Alien descent. She suspected that was the cause of Emma’s new powers, and she knew she would need to talk to somebody about what was happening to her. She also knew her daughter was noticing the powers herself, and she was scared. But every time Mary tried to approach the subject, Emma immediately shut down, becoming angry and defensive. Her daughter had never been this closed off from her before, and she didn't like it. Mrs. Teague prayed that her daughter's two friends would be able to get through her walls.

Avery smiled as she watched Wally stuff a mouthful of pancakes into his mouth. “Didn't you already eat breakfast?” she chided sarcastically.

He answered around his bite. “Yeah, I did. But Mama T made all my favorites. And her chocolate chip pancakes are the best!” He quickly glanced over his shoulder before leaning in across the table. “So. what are we gonna do? Y'know, bout our friend?”

Avery took a thoughtful sip of her Earl Grey before answering. “Well,” she started methodically, “We need to be certain she has powers first. And what exactly they are. So far, everything we've seen could be explained another way. We don't want to alarm her unnecessarily.”

“True, true. I wish we could ask her parents, but frankly, I don't trust her dad, and her mom has so much on her plate right now. And I'm not sure Emma would want us to bring it up to her mom. From what her mom has told me, she may have tried to talk to Emma about it, and it wasn't received well.”

“No, I definitely don't trust her dad, at least not with this. Not after his reaction last night. I get a bad vibe from him. Like he's always angry. And, unpredictable, aggressive. And I agree, we shouldn't go to her mom, yet. Not until we know for sure.”

“He is,” Wally said. “At least from what she tells me. She’s spent way too many weekends at my place or Uncle Barry’s after they’ve fought. You don’t want to know half of what she tells me. I’m worried about her. She hides it pretty well around most people, but she’s carrying a lot. She’s. I don’t know what. I just know she’s stressed. And most of that is because of him,” he growled, pounding his fist on the table. “ And now this, her possibly having powers. It should be a good thing. But for her…”Wally shook his head sadly and trailed off.

“She doesn’t talk much about it to me, but I feel it too. Her emotions are all over the place. However we approach this, we need to be careful. We don’t want to stress her out anymore, and we don’t know how she’ll react. But, I can’t imagine it will be good.”

“We should test her. At the museum. They have some new exhibits on metahumans and stuff. We can use that, she won’t realize what we’re doing.” Wally offered, stuffing another bite of eggs in his mouth.

“I don’t like lying to her. She’s been lied to enough.” Avery said.

“I don’t like lying to her either. But we can’t tell her we think she’s a metahuman without being sure. You know her. The minute we tell her, she’ll start overthinking and send her down a spiral. Before we say anything, we need to be absolutely sure. Or, at least as sure as we can be.”

“I don’t know, Wally. I know you mean well, but ”

“Hey, you said yourself her emotions are all over the place lately. She’s already confused enough, I think she’s started to notice some things herself. And with her family. Her asshole dad’s made it pretty clear how he feels about metas. If we tell her, she’s going to end up worrying about what he’ll think. Do we really want to send her down that thought process if we aren’t sure she has them?”

Avery bit her lip a bit and stirred her tea absentmindedly. “Ok. You’re right.” She sighed. “Let’s test her at the museum. But after that, if we suspect, we have to tell her. Especially if she’s started noticing the changes herself as you suspect. Which makes sense, it would help explain why her emotions are so confused.”

By the time Emma joined them, they had come up with their plan. She sat down just as they finished talking. She glanced back and forth between them a few times, frowning slightly. “So. What are you two so busy kibitzing about?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Wally answered a little too quickly, causing Avery to kick him under the table.

“Hmmm.. nothing? What’s so secret about nothing?” Emma said, keeping her tone light but staring at Wally pointedly. If there was one thing she hated, it was people keeping secrets from her.

“Actually, we were just talking about who to set you up with.” As much as Avery hated lying to her friend, she knew Wally was right, and that keeping their discussion a secret, for now, was best. “We have this friend in Gotham”. She hadn’t thought about it before, but now that she did, a certain mutual friend of theirs would be perfect for Emma. This time Wally kicked Avery under the table.

Sensing Wally’s sudden change in mood, and sensing from Avery that whatever they were keeping from her wasn’t anything bad, Emma rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay. Y’know what? I know who you can set me up with too. How about no one. I need a boyfriend like the Cubs need another curse.”

“Really? we can’t set you up with anyone? Not even, a certain handsome hero? Who’s really fast?”

“No. Not even Kid Flash. Besides, are you sure you don’t have a crush on him yourself, Wallman?” Emma nudged her friend.

Summary: Wally and Avery highly suspect that Emma has some special powers. But how can they be sure?

Pairings: OC / Wally West (platonic)

Warnings: none really

Word Count: Approx. 3800

A Note: Avery Yu belongs to @audreythetealovingcat @audreyandherocs

The drive to the Flash Museum was over before the fourth song on Emma's favorite Switchfoot cd started. The museum was laid out in a circular pattern, so they decided to just follow the circle, stopping at whatever looked interesting.

The first exhibit was dedicated to the various speedsters throughout history, with a small statue and name plaque for each; with Flash and Kid Flash at the center. The base depicted scenes from some of the battles each speedster had won and quotes from the grateful people they had helped, along with information about numerous charities they had worked with. Wally grinned as he read a quote from a little girl saying how Kid Flash was her favorite hero. Fortunately, neither of his friends noticed him tear up a touch; he remembered this little girl in particular.

Emma stared in awe at the polished bronze statues of Flash and Kid Flash towering above them. “I still can't get over the fact that this city has an actual museum to him. In Chicago, they pretty much either hated superheroes or were mostly neutral. It’s so different seeing people like, actually embrace Flash and Kid Flash.”

“How could they hate superheroes? All the good they do? And the people they save? I don’t get it,” Wally asked.

Emma shrugged. “I don’t get it either. It didn’t use to be like that, from what I can remember. When I was a real little kid we had a handful of superheroes, and the police loved them. They worked with them. But then something happened. I’m not sure what, my dad wouldn’t tell me. It was right before we moved here.”

Avery nodded. “So, is that why? Is that maybe why your father doesn’t seem to like metas?”

Emma shook her head. “I wish it was. But no. He’s always hated them. I don’t get it. He doesn’t like anything that’s different.”

Avery sensed Emma’s frustration bubbling to the surface in a prickling sensation on her skin and quickly redirected the conversation. “Well we’re here to enjoy the museum, and none of us feel that way. So let’s enjoy it while we’re here.”

The next exhibit mirrored the first, being dedicated to the Rogues Gallery. Now it was Emma’s turn to sense Avery’s mood shift. She could feel the girl’s visceral hatred for Vandal Savage. Emma had never really heard much about the evil immortal, so she had no reason to hate him so intensely herself. But she found her stomach knotting and her hands clenched into fists without her control. She heard herself making a low growling noise in the back of her throat as she stared at the hologram of Savage. She heard Avery’s voice in her mind as clearly as if she were speaking. A tirade of Chinese spilled from Avery’s mind; Emma was surprised to find she could make out a cuss word here and there. Taking her friend by the shoulders, she motioned to Wally it was time to move on.

Summary: In an alternate universe, the world is ruled by VOID, a crime syndicate with three leaders. The Justice League are rebels fighting against their regime, and they just caught one of the leading figures of VOID.

Type: Evil AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2101

Emma Teague / Black Sapphire belongs to @call-me-emma / @chi-townbatgirl

Avery Yu / Phantom belongs to @audreyandherocs / @audreythetealovingcat

MASTERLIST

The world was scared.

The world feared their great rulers, the ones that oppressed and dominated with an iron fist. They were merciless, they were tyrannical and they would never hesitate to kill. In fact, they take pleasure in doing so.

Stories of their diabolical ways were whispered from one ear to another in an attempt to stop any rebellion, to stop anyone from even thinking against them. To the citizens of the universe they weren’t merely leaders, they were gods and should be treated as a higher being. They were fearless, they were untouchable and most of all, they were unstoppable.

Yes, the world was terrified of them, as they should be.

“My lady,” a messenger scurried over to the foot of the grand throne where a masked figure was seated and kneeled to the floor, “the rebels have captured one of the bases on the east coast,” he informed in one shaky breath, “they have… captured our troops.”

The woman stirred on her throne, her movements slow yet minimal. No one in the room dared to take a breath for they did not know if she was angered or not. The haunting mask concealed all expression and not one part of her face was visible except for the sides of her head.

“Is that so?” she finally spoke, her voice even, “pity.” The lack of empathy in her voice caused the messenger’s eyes to widened.

“A-Are we not going to do anything about it, Lady Phantom?” he inquired hesitantly, “they are our troops, valuable ones and we should… launch a counterattack, s-show them our power!” He tried to reason with her. The guards in the room collectively sighed.

“No, we are not,” Avery responded, “we have the entire universe under our control. A show of power is not necessary, wouldn’t you agree?” Her tone was mocking as she stated the rhetorical question.

The messenger shook his head but the stubborn fool wouldn’t let it go. “B-But My Lady, the base is vital for control of the region.”

“Say something we don’t already know will you?” said another voice. Footsteps were heard and everyone caught the flash of black and blue. They tensed at the arrival of one of their generals.

Emerging from the shadows was Emma, her mahogany hair tied neatly back and her hand on her sword. She approached the messenger and stopped right in front of him. “Enlighten us,” she ordered.

He stared at her with wide eyes, at a loss of what to say. He had never been in the presence of two generals before and he didn’t know whether to be honored or horribly frightened. With a gulp, he found his voice, “the base contains information on our other bases, secret traveling routes, power grid, plans, everything. I-If they get access to those files--”

“Do you take us for fools?!” Emma exclaimed, causing the messenger to flinch back, “we know. We already have our best technicians on the case.”

“But what if the Justice League--”

“Justice League?” Avery laughed, “is that what those traitors are calling themselves now? Oh they do amuse me.”

The messenger was in shock. It was all just some game to them, he couldn’t believe it. Lives were at stake here yet they were… laughing.

“O-Our troops,” he finally mumbled, “our troops are still there. T-They will be killed.”

Emma rolled her eyes at his concerns. “Those cowards will never possess the power to end a life. Besides…” her eyes grew dark, “troops are disposable,” with a strike of her sword that no one saw coming, blood spurted out of the messenger’s mouth and he fell head first to the floor, “like you.”

She sheathed her sword after getting rid of the blood of her latest victim. Behind her, Avery released a tired sigh. “You will stain our floor.”

Emma turned to her friend with a slight look of annoyance. “Then put our workers to use,” she said with no remorse of the poor soul she took the life of.

As the guards were put to use in removing the body and cleaning the blood, Avery asked, “that simple minded creature knows nothing, does he?”

Emma shrugged. “Even if he knew Lillian was in that base, would he have cared? He seemed more concerned about the troops… and remind me to punish them for their worthless set of skills once we recapture the base.”

Avery’s sinister smile made an appearance. “Who would I be if I didn't?”

“Why do we need to bother with such an elaborate plan when we can simply annihilate the rebels?” Emma sighed, leaning against the pillars, “it is not as if they are an actual threat.”

“No, they're not,” Avery agreed, “but we must get as much information out of them as we can. Besides, you know how much Lillian enjoys playing with her meals.”

A smirk made its way to Emma’s face. “She ought to eat it soon, or else I may take it from her.”

“Careful now, we don't want her upset,” Avery warned, “she’ll have her way with them. She’s better than any of us at getting it out of them. All we have to do… is wait.”

“My favorite pastime,” Emma commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Meanwhile, on the east coast of what used to be the symbol of freedom, the rebels who called themselves the Justice League were discussing their next plan of action. Seemingly, they had the upper hand now, at least in the area. They took the most vital base of operations, gained access to all files and the database, held in custody the troops and workers and most importantly of all, they had one of the three generals behind bars.

The General known as Nightshadow didn’t show her face often on the battlefield, therefore much of her powers remained a mystery. Their intel suggested that she was their chief strategist and it made sense for she reacted to the attack like a diplomat, not a fighter. They caught her before she made her escape and her shocked face gave them a sense of pride. She didn’t expect to be outsmarted.

Now, she was locked in a holding facility underneath the base and while many celebrated this victory, others questioned it.

“It’s too easy,” Batman muttered, “they’re smarter than this. They wouldn’t let us take it so easily.”

“They’re also prideful, and arrogant,” Superman stated, “maybe they were too overconfident, let their guard down?”

“I find that highly unlikely.”

“Boys, focus on the task here,” Wonder Woman scolded, “we’re not here to debate on the credibility of our success, we’re here to talk about Nightshadow. Batman?”

Batman nodded and pulled up all the information he had on the general, which was not much, “her real name is Keo Lillian--Keo being her family name--born in Paris, France and lived on the streets most her life. Her mother was murdered when she was four. At one point, joined the French mafia and rose to power… became their leader and was recruited.”

“That’s not much,” Martian Manhunter commented, displeased.

Batman shrugged. “That’s all we have,” he turned to the alien, “think you can get more?”

“I can certainly try,” Martian Manhunter responded. He made his way down the facility into the restricted area, where they kept their prisoners.

The most secure cell held the general.

Once he was in front of the cell, Martian Manhunter took time to observe her. She didn’t seem of her nationality but she was absolutely breathtaking. It was easy to fall in love with her.

“General Nightshadow,” he began, “what an honor.” She acknowledged his presence but in no way did she made any response. “You do understand you are in a tight position here. You’re captured, lock in a holding cell and your facility has been compromised,” as he explained her position, he tried to pry into her mind, “why not you help us, and we’ll help you?”

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes seemingly staring into his soul. “You don’t believe that, do you? Why would you help me, your enemy?” a small laugh left her red lips, “no, you wouldn’t help me.”

“VOID wouldn’t help their enemy,” he continued, mentioning the name of the crime syndicate that seized the world, “but we will. We stand for peace, for hope, for--”

“Justice?” she finished, a tiny smirk dancing on her lips, “quite the name you have come up with. Whose idea was it?”

Martian Manhunter winced slightly as he finally entered her mind, seemingly crashing into it like he would a plane into the sea. However, she didn’t seem to notice the intrusion so he played it off. “It was a collective vote.”

“The fact that you all agreed to something so…” she struggled to find the word, “dull-witted irks me more than anything else to date. Perhaps you can come up with a better name? One that doesn’t sound like you were barfed out of some comical children’s book.”

The insult didn’t faze the alien as he was more focused on her mind. She had an excessive amount of information and it was overwhelming, perhaps too overwhelming. Everything came to him at once--something that never happened before… and why wasn’t she fazed by this? Why was it only him?

The blaring of the alarms brought him out of her mind and back into reality. His eyes widened as he heard explosions and gunfire.

“You should join your friends up there,” the general suggested in an eerily calm voice, “they’ll need your help.”

Martian Manhunter gritted his teeth and quickly left the underground prison, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard her ask, “did you enjoy prying through my mind?”

When he glanced at her, she was smiling. It wasn’t a kind smile, it was one that promised death upon them all.

No one saw VOID coming.

One minute, not even a leaf rustled in the wind. The next, chaos rained upon them. They appeared out of thin air and showed no mercy to whoever stood in their way. Leading them were their brilliant generals.

They were a force to be reckoned with, the two generals who were much more well known. General Black Sapphire could never be seen in battle. She was a whirlwind of blades that brought death to anyone near her. She spared no one, even those who begged for their life. Phantom wasn’t any more merciful. If faced against her, she would tear anyone and anything apart within a blink of an eye.

To think that the rebels had a chance was idiotic. They never stood a chance.

Superman clicked his tongue and went to strike Emma but with one swift hand, she intercepted his attack and sent him flying across the compound. Green Lantern made his constructs to counter Avery but it was no use. She destroyed them all and in a moment of pure malevolence, she ripped his arm right off, deeming that simply taking the Lantern ring wasn’t enough to teach him a lesson.

It had only been ten minutes, but in that ten minutes the two generals had single-handedly destroyed the rebellion’s greatest warriors. Loyal VOID troops, raised personally by their generals, took care of the rest of the rebels.

“How--how are they so strong?” the Flash demanded, wiping blood off his forehead. Even his speed was no match for Emma.

Black Canary and Green Arrow were about to answer but Phantom silenced them quickly, shocking everyone by her unexpected attack, literally. The Justice League knew it was hopeless, but they were not one to back down or give up. They had a plan, they always did.

And if they didn't, they weren't going down without a fight.

Suddenly, everyone stopped. The VOID troops finished off the last of the lowly rebels, leaving only their strongest.

“This is when the fun begins,” Emma said delightfully. She grinned as she began to circle the fallen League.

“Wait,” stated Avery, looking at the facility, “Nightshadow?”

“I got everything we need,” said Lillian, walking towards the League as if she had never been captured. That's when they realized she wanted to be captured.

Once she reached her friends, the League saw all three together and realized the sheer terror that they were about to witness. Never had the three generals of VOID assembled together in a battle. They were always assessed individually, but no one knew what kind of power they had as a team.