Martha Kent (
martha_kent) wrote2013-09-17 06:42 pm
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A Hero's First Attempt
Martha Kent is fifteen years old, and she's on the prowl.
Metropolis has become incredibly safe since Superman first took the city under his protection, but that doesn't mean all crime is eliminated. And it's a good training ground for prospective heroes... especially ones without any powers.
Martha dons her domino mask and tucks her hair up under her fedora as she gets close to the sound of breaking glass. She feels nervous but excited, about to face her first real criminal and bring him or her to justice. She peers around the corner and sees the three thieves breaking car windows and rifling through the glovebox, taking anything valuable that they find. They look tough, but Martha is confident, and she steps out of the shadows, fists up in a boxer's stance. "Freeze, morons!"
One of them glances over his shoulder at her and sizes her up. "This is the wrong part of town to play dress-up, girl. Run along."
"I don't think so," Martha answers, stepping closer, staying light on her feet.
The other two both pull out knives and turn to face her. "Just who do you think you are, girl?"
Martha hasn't decided on a name yet, and for a moment she flounders, unable to answer with her real name. And they're getting close enough that she needs to take action. "I'm Captain Kangaroo, jerk!" She throws a punch at him, trying to knock the weapon out of his hands.
The other one slashes at her, and she has to jump back and use a legsweep to take him down. The third thief takes notice of what's going on, and pulls his own knife as he runs to join the fight.
Martha uses everything she's learned about fighting, but she's never faced real opponents with real weapons before, and a blade cuts deep into her arm. She cries out and headbutts her attacker, knocking him back long enough for her to get away. Her arm is bleeding and feels weak, and she needs to come up with some way to stop these men before they hurt her even worse.
She looks around, and takes a gamble, leaping back and up as high as her good arm will allow.
The fire escape comes crashing down, pulled by her weight, and smashes into the two remaining thieves, stunning them for a moment. She takes advantage of that moment and runs, knowing that it won't be long before Superman hears the commotion and shows up. She's not supposed to be out here on her own yet, and the thought of getting in trouble when Daddy sees how she got hurt is a scary one.
Metropolis has become incredibly safe since Superman first took the city under his protection, but that doesn't mean all crime is eliminated. And it's a good training ground for prospective heroes... especially ones without any powers.
Martha dons her domino mask and tucks her hair up under her fedora as she gets close to the sound of breaking glass. She feels nervous but excited, about to face her first real criminal and bring him or her to justice. She peers around the corner and sees the three thieves breaking car windows and rifling through the glovebox, taking anything valuable that they find. They look tough, but Martha is confident, and she steps out of the shadows, fists up in a boxer's stance. "Freeze, morons!"
One of them glances over his shoulder at her and sizes her up. "This is the wrong part of town to play dress-up, girl. Run along."
"I don't think so," Martha answers, stepping closer, staying light on her feet.
The other two both pull out knives and turn to face her. "Just who do you think you are, girl?"
Martha hasn't decided on a name yet, and for a moment she flounders, unable to answer with her real name. And they're getting close enough that she needs to take action. "I'm Captain Kangaroo, jerk!" She throws a punch at him, trying to knock the weapon out of his hands.
The other one slashes at her, and she has to jump back and use a legsweep to take him down. The third thief takes notice of what's going on, and pulls his own knife as he runs to join the fight.
Martha uses everything she's learned about fighting, but she's never faced real opponents with real weapons before, and a blade cuts deep into her arm. She cries out and headbutts her attacker, knocking him back long enough for her to get away. Her arm is bleeding and feels weak, and she needs to come up with some way to stop these men before they hurt her even worse.
She looks around, and takes a gamble, leaping back and up as high as her good arm will allow.
The fire escape comes crashing down, pulled by her weight, and smashes into the two remaining thieves, stunning them for a moment. She takes advantage of that moment and runs, knowing that it won't be long before Superman hears the commotion and shows up. She's not supposed to be out here on her own yet, and the thought of getting in trouble when Daddy sees how she got hurt is a scary one.
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"I gave myself a name. Sk8tr."
((bed time))
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"But I am so glad you support me."
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"Let's go speak with your sisters." He approaches the med station, taking a closer look at Martha's injury as he does. "How bad is it?"
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"What happened?" Superman knows what happened, but he wants to hear her say it. To see if she'll own up to what she did, and understand what went wrong. It's an important lesson to learn, if you're going to be a hero.
"There were some guys breaking into cars," Martha says, still not quite looking him in the eye. "I tried to stop them."
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Gently Laura touches her hand, not saying anything right now. And Drake sends her emotional support using his abilities.
It's okay M. Look at him. He will respect you for telling the truth
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Martha takes a deep breath and looks up. "No, I went looking for trouble. I thought I could handle it."
There's no condemnation in his eyes, although he is disappointed that she disobeyed. More than that, that she went out alone, without backup or proper equipment. "I found the men you were facing. You managed to get in some good hits on them before you left. But you showed good sense in taking the chance to run when you did."
"I didn't want to get in trouble..."
"I suspect you also knew you were in over your head," he adds, entirely accurately.
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"All it takes is one," Superman tells her. "The more that hit you, the more will. But it could only take one strike to seriously hurt or kill you. You went out without proper protection, and although you got away this time, it might not have gone that way."
"I know... I shouldn't have been out there," Martha says. Her dad's disappointment is more of a punishment than anything he could dream up for her to do. "I screwed up. I don't know what I would've done if Drake hadn't showed up."
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"In the future, as long as we talk to you ahead of time... could she come out with me?"
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