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Well darn. This wasn’t how his day was supposed to go. Of course, when Sivana decided to try and make his way out of Fawcett to who knows were, Marvel had called in some of the League members. And of course Sivana screwed up the magic and technology mix he was operating. When doesn’t he?
So, here he was, fighting along side his crew as they try to take down the giant robot.
“Hey Sivvy! You know, it’s a-bot time you try something other than giant robots!” He joked as he caught the fist soaring at him.
A lucky shot from Batman hit part of the exposed wires on the arm he was holding, and Marvel dropped it down. Green and Gold electricity arced around the open wires, and began crawling around the machine.
“I’ll beat you, I’ll beat you all!” Sivana screeched. Honestly though, he does this every month, Marvel has got to find a better way at keeping his rouges from getting supplies. The robot lunged at Superman and charged up a green light from it’s blasters.
“Superman look out!”
Marvel lunged to push him out of the way of the magic blast. He had hoped that with the speed of Mercury he’d make it out unharmed too, but it seemed like luck was not on his side.
The magic blast clipped his shoulder, and ripped through the demigod like his own lightning.
It burned. It felt like his muscles were cramping and crushing under the weight of the sky. And then everything went loose, like he had been released.
He groaned, but his voice came out much higher than it normally would. Marvel shot up. He hadn’t been de-transformed had he? No, he wasn’t in any pain from when he fell out of the sky.
Are we small again?
'It would appear as though the machine that Sivana made has regressed your champion form to a younger age.' Solomon was of course the first to speak up, at least speak up with something helpful, as Billy no, Marvel, stared back at their hands.
'I created this form to suit you Batson, this regressed form is still a prime condition of what you may be, despite it’s… eccentricities.'
'Oh us! You have sandal wings! I never knew you thought those were cool! '
The gods in Marvels head were all delving into different appearances and whom he may have gotten them from.
'No, obviously he got the lighting from me Mercury, I don’t care if your flashes have lightning, it’s my whole deal.'
Looking back at the fight, which had yet to sway either way, it had only been a minute or two since he dropped from the sky.
'Pft, guys how funny would it be if Billy pretended not to know Sivana AND, kicked his ass as a child?'
Marvel knew it wasn’t the best, but, all the gods started trying to egg him on.
'Come on, I’ll give you 15 minutes of speed in your Batson form~.
'I will grant you super strength to fight back the bullies who harass you!'
Billy was sold on the idea of just causing chaos, he adored seeing the mayhem he could cause. But the gods offers were also too tempting to resist, and he was down for gaining powers in his Batson form if it means sowing a bit of chaos around.
Granted, Batman or Superman might not appreciate it, but it’ll all be good in the end, he’s sure. Like, 80% sure. Getting up and dusting himself off, Marvel looked up at Sivana.
“Πήγαινε από δω τρελό μανιακό!” (Get out of here you crazy maniac!)
He saw the glances that were sent his way by his team mates. Er. Ahem, the ‘strangely dressed people’. He was a little sad that Diana or the Green Lanterns weren’t here to translate, but they would get there eventually.
He was so giddy to realize that when he flew, his little wings on the side of his ankles flapped like they were keeping him in the air. But he didn’t have time to get distracted, he had a maniac to deal with.
One sonic boom later and Marvels foot was connecting with one of the joints of the large robot. He was going to have fun fighting.
A little snicker came out at Sivana’s face looking out at him through the glass of the head. He could always go straight for the headshot, but where would the fun be in that?
However, the fun was made to come to an end. Before he could even get to Sivana no less! Superman had stepped in and gotten a little to close for comfort for Billy.
Billy hissed. Honest to the Gods hissed! He was secretly delighted. He always adored animal behaviors, and to be able to communicate without words was awesome.
“Κάντε πίσω!” (Back off!)
“Hey kiddo, why don’t we head out someplace safer?” He said, kneeling down to be at eye level with Marvel’s new form.
“ποιος είσαι εσύ? ξένος κίνδυνος!” (Who are you? Stranger Danger!) He drew himself up and puffed himself as big as he could, like a big cat almost. Superman didn’t get the warning, and still reached out and grabbed Marvel’s arm.
Billy didn’t even get to think before he bit Superman in his arm. His Marvel form was mostly comprised of magic, so he made a pretty good mark on Supes arm.
“Hey! Not cool kiddo, we gotta get you out of here.”
Billy huffed. He was not amused, and there was no fun in listening to Superman. He could still take on Sivana!
Or he would, if Sivana was still fighting. Someone had pulled him out of his robot and whisked him away.
While Billy was distracted Superman gathered him up and pulled him into the air.
“We’re heading back to the watchtower now. Cyborg, can you go get Zatanna or Wonder Woman?”
He can’t leave! He’d have to get back to the Rock in order to find out how to fix this. If he vanishes from the watchtower Batman will be livid!
Thrashing about and wiggling, Billy struggled in Superman's hold.
“Woah, kid you gotta hold still!”
“Άσε με να φύγω!” (Let me go!)
Superman was determined not to let go of Marvel, but being a street kid had its perks. You knew how to wiggle your way out of adults grasp.
A bit of superspeed and dirty fighting and Billy was back on the ground.
“Hey! Kiddo you gotta get back here! It’s not safe!”
Billy jumped over a fallen tree in his path and continued running. He’d make it to Fawcett eventually, and there he’d be in his home element.
When he finally started to see Fawcett, it was by one of the poorer crime ridden streets. As he ducked and wove through the old and creaking buildings, he came across a warehouse.
'Dammit! That’s where that trafficking ring is coming tonight! I can’t bust it like this!'
And a stroke of genius hit him. Solomon would say it’s a stupid idea, but Billy thinks it’ll go just fine.