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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Justice_League_&_Justice_League_Unlimited_(Cartoons), Justice_League
  Relationship:
      Wally_West/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      Wally_West, Justice_League_-_Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-19 Updated: 2014-04-21 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2558
****** Wyvern ******
by Nitrostreak
Summary
     Jessica Daly just wants to do her part to help the people of Keystone
     City. She never expected her life to take the turn it does, or to
     meet the people she's always looked up to. Follow Jessica, aka
     Wyvern, on her journey and through her struggles, dealing with
     parents, friends, the drama of high-school graduation, and oh yeah,
     super villains.
     Warning for barely-underage sexual content waaaaaay in the future.
Notes
     I just want to apologize in advance. I'm a Late-Comer-newbie to the
     Justice League fandom, and I'm almost positive my Wally writing could
     use a TON of work. That said, constructive criticism is ADORED.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter One *****
 
The night air of Keystone city was particularly humid that night, thanks to the
brief rainstorm that had passed over earlier that evening. Jessica Daly fanned
herself with a copy of the Daily Planet as she stood in line at the street-side
convenience store, wondering what, exactly, was supposed to be convenient about
a place that had four registers, but only ever operated one. 
“Hey, Dave,” she murmured when she finally reached the counter.
“How’s it going tonight, Jess?” He asked in his usual bored tone. Jess was
never quite sure if he was genuinely interested, or just in the habit of
asking.
“Same as usual.” She forced a tight-lipped smile. “Still not hiring?”
“Not this time. That’ll be $7.85.”
Jessica handed him the cash, muttering a brief “Thanks” before leaving with her
purchase of snacks and a drink. She immediately began eating as she walked down
the sidewalk, the musk of evaporating rain mixed with oil and dirt filling her
nostrils. Jessica was glad for her habit of putting her hair up and back, as
she could feel her shirt sticking to her skin, despite its low-cut, and
midriff-displaying qualities.
With her dinner finished, Jessica tossed her garbage into the next trash-can
she encountered, and just in time. The sound of a woman’s distressed, muffled
voice pricked her ears from deep in an alley that Jess had almost walked past.
Her jaw clenched, and she checked her surroundings. Nobody to see what she was
about to do but an old man perched against a far wall, but she couldn’t take
any chances, so she slipped into the alley and ducked behind a dumpster. Quick
as she could, Jess tugged a pair of track-pants embellished with a lavender
diamond-back pattern out of her backpack, followed by a thin lavender strap
with two holes that she tied over her eyes. She then placed a slim gauntlet
over each hand. The transformation took about fifteen seconds, and with her
disguise complete, Jessica-cum-Wyvern creeped down the alley towards the
sounds.
“Just gimme what I want, blondie, and I’ll let you go, I swears it!” a grimy-
looking man stated before laughing. He held a woman of tiny build against the
rough alley-way wall with his hand over her mouth, and a knife to her throat.
Jess stood out from the shadow she had been hiding in and activated her
gauntlets. They hummed to life, glowing and crackling with electrical energy.
“How about you mess with someone your own- well, a little closer to your own
size?” she barked, startling the man into jumping away from the woman, who
whimpered her thanks as she ran past Wyvern, and out of the alley.
“You just cost me a good time, bitch. You’re gonna pay for that!” The brute
charged her, but Wyvern made no move to react until he was almost on top of
her. When he lunged to strike her with his switch blade, she sidestepped the
blow, grabbing his arm and flipping him, and slammed him onto his back. She
flicked her wrist, and the mugger was electrocuted, with just enough voltage to
knock him out cleanly. Another flick of the wrist powered the gloves down as
she smirked at the unconscious perpetrator, who she dragged to the mouth of the
alley with a note-card reading “Jerk” pinned to his shirt. She gave him one
last kick for good measure before continuing on her way down the street. She
took side streets and passed through alleys more often than not, aiming to stop
as many attacks on her way home as she could- attacks that would never be heard
on the police radio, or detected by the big, important Keystone City heroes.
Wyvern held no animosity towards the big-sheets, but she knew there were plenty
of crimes committed that they would never hear about. Crimes started and
finished in dark alleys on quiet side streets that would never have the chance
to be reported. Crimes that she could only stop if she was lucky enough to see
them happening herself.
Not three blocks from the road that would lead to the outskirts and her house,
Wyvern’s ears caught another sound of a scuffle. She bit her lip, and briefly
hesitated. It sounded like a lot of people, which could mean it was a clash of
gangs, and she had been in multiple confrontations tonight- she was even more
bruised and tired than usual. But a particularly pained sound made the decision
for her, and she took off towards the altercation.
What she saw when she turned the corner made her hate herself for hesitating. 
A kid, he couldn’t possibly be more than fifteen years old, was on the ground
getting the crap beat out of him by a bunch of much older teens, probably
seventeen to twenty.
“Hey!” She shouted with a growl, activating her gloves, and flicking both
wrists to deploy a pair of electro-whips. “You have two choices here. Back off
and go home, or you deal with me.”
The older teens looked between each other laughing, though some seemed to look
quite nervous. The one who seemed to be their ring-leader advanced, a sneer
plastered on his face.
“Yeah? Who are you to tell us what to do?” This earned him a round of “yeahs”
from his cronies, but Wyvern sneered right back.
“When you’re telling your buddies who kicked your ass, you can call me Wyvern.”
Without further ado, she darted towards the ring leader. She jumped into a
forward-hand spring, launching herself heel-first towards the surprised man’s
face. The wide, flat heel of her boot planted itself squarely on his forehead,
affectively knocking him out. She was back on her own feet facing the rest of
the gang a moment after he hit the ground.
“How about the rest of you?” She asked, smirking at the rest of the group. The
three youngest looking teens ran off, leaving two with baseball bats in their
hands. They advanced on her at a run, and Wyvern knew she shouldn’t try
engaging them up close. With a flick of her wrist, the electro-whips extended,
and she swung her arms to send one to wrap around an arm of each of the teens,
electrocuting them into unconsciousness.
She checked each of them over to be sure they weren’t going to die here on the
ground, then looked around to find the boy they had been abusing. He had
scurried over to a corner formed by a dumpster and a wall, and she approached
slowly, kneeling before him and talking in a subdued tone.
“Hey, there. I’m here to help. Do you need to go to a hospital?”
The kid shook his head, looking up at her from where he had shoved his face
into knees to hide. “’m fine,” he mumbled. Wyvern sighed, pressing her lips
together.
“Okay- if you’re sure. Do you live close to here?” The boy nodded, and Wyvern
stood, offering him a hand and helping him to his feet. “Let’s get you there.”
The kid looked like he wanted to protest the escort, but he seemed to think
better of the objection.
An hour later, Wyvern slipped into the front door of an abandoned building,
switched back from her distinct, diamond-pattern pants to her shorts, and
stuffed them and her mask back into her backpack. She exited through the back
after picking up a skateboard from the corner, and rolled on down the road
towards home.
Shortly after Jessica left through the back, the front door creaked open again,
and a red-clad man slipped in, looking around. “Dammit.” He scratched his head,
before pressing his hand to a yellow ear-piece. “I lost track of her.” … “Yeah,
there must be another exit around here somewhere. I gotta give it to her, she
may be a rookie at the hero-gig, but she’s not taking chances with her
identity.” A long pause, causing the man to frown and hunch. “Aww, come on,
J’onn- Monitor duty? A young, energetic stud like me’s gotta be out in the
field, not up in the watch- … Yeah, yeah, okay. Flash out.”
***** A little more *****
Chapter Summary
     I still don't know what I'm doing.
     Nobody's reading this anyway, so whatevs.
Three days later, summer break officially began, and Jessica’s after school
activity became her all day occupation. It was approaching noon, and she was
already feeling thoroughly drained. After grabbing lunch from Dave’s
convenience store (and making her usual inquiry about hiring), she climbed a
fire escape in a slightly less seedy part of town than her usual gig, and
perched on a rooftop ledge in-costume to eat while watching the intersection of
streets below. She was half way through her microwaved bean burrito when she
saw a woman expertly slip a wallet from another civilian’s pocket, and shuffle
quickly down an alley. Wyvern took a long gulp of her water before shoving it
and the burrito into a plastic bag, and running back down the fire escape,
jumping the stairs three at a time. She was glad that it was only a four-story
building, as she took off after the pickpocket. When she had her cornered, the
blonde pickpocket spun around and glared at her, looking like a trapped animal.
“You have a couple of options here, lady. A) You give me the wallet, I take it
back to its owner, and everyone goes on their merry way… or B) I make you give
me the wallet, I take it back to its owner, only I go on my merry way, and you
get to sit here feeling the hurt for the next few hours.”
The woman’s face contorted, and she looked like she was about to scream- but
she broke out laughing, a laugh that sent chills down Wyvern’s spine. “Oh, what
a shame- you weren’t who I was hoping to lure back here, but one less panty-
waste on the street getting in our way is always a win in my book.” She crossed
her arms with a grin, smiling at something behind the black and purple heroine.
The Wyvern spun around, instantly stumbling a few steps back when she realized
how utterly screwed she was. Six more goons had surrounded her, three of them
women, three of them men, and all of them armed to the teeth with tech and
clubs and pole-arms.
Wyvern’s jaw clenched, and she flicked her wrists to activate the gloves and
deploy her whips in one motion, doing her best to settle her nerves and prepare
to fight. If she was lucky, she could find an opportunity to escape. It not…
well, she supposed she had done her part. She wondered briefly how long it
would take for her friends to miss her, before shoving the thought to the back-
she needed to focus. 
She started by charging the nearest woman, swinging a kick to her face- but the
red headed woman blocked the attack, and sent her own kick into the Wyvern’s
gut, and laying her out on the pavement. Quickly she got back to her feet, just
in time to dodge as one of the men swung his club at the space she had
occupied, leaving a sickening crack in the pavement. The Wyvern took advantage
of his jilted momentum and slammed fist into his ribs, electrifying him. She
didn’t have time to silently applaud her small victory, though, as the
pickpocket suddenly filled her peripheral vision, taking a swing for her head
with a crowbar that Wyvern hadn’t seen her grab. She dodged backwards, but only
stepped into another of the women’s attacks, which sent her slamming into the
pavement once again. Her head hit the rough ground harder this time, causing
the earth to sway is she scrambled to her feet- but she was hit again, this
time by a boot to the face.
Her vision swam, and she saw one of the men approaching her with a sinister
grin in place. Unable to get to her feet yet, the Wyvern swung her arm,
wrapping her electro-whip around his neck and shocking him out. The five
remaining goons seemed momentarily surprised, giving her just enough time to
regain enough of her senses to stand steadily on her feet. The pickpocket came
at her again, as a red blur crossed her vision. Wyvern was dimly aware of
something happening to the rest of the miscreants, but her attention was
focused on her current opponent. Wyvern feigned continued dizziness until the
woman was just about to send a punch to her gut, before raising her arm to
counter, and punching her own fist into the woman’s sternum, shocking her out
just in time.
Wyvern noticed that the rest of her attackers were down, and flicked her wrists
to deactivate the power to her gloves. She panted heavily, looking around the
dead-silent side-street, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened,
when red, white, and yellow suddenly filled her vision. She jumped back in
surprise, raising her wrists again, but halting her own attack just in time.
“Who- hey, take it easy! I’m the good guy.“ the man in red reassured, holding
his hands up in a gesture of peace.
“No- I know, I just- sorry,” Wyvern stutter-laughed between breaths, before
remembering herself. The man standing before her had been her hero figure for
the past couple of years, and it wouldn’t do to act like a fangirl in front of
him. She straightened her stance with a smirk. “Flash, isn’t it?” She threw in
a curious tilt of her head and placed her hands on her cocked hips, forcefully
ignored the shooting pain in her ribs.
The red-clad speedster grinned back, and lowered his hands, taking a few casual
steps forward and holding out his right hand. “You are absolutely right, ma’am.
And what do I get to call you?”
“I go by Wyvern,” she answered, accepting the offered hand-shake. “Thanks for
jumping in, there. I’m pretty sure I’d be pavement paint by now if you hadn’t
shown when you did.”
The Flash shrugged easily. “You seemed to have it handled there, before blondie
got a cheap-shot in on you. Though I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you in
this part of town.”
That last statement caused Wyvern to frown and cross her arms. “What do you
mean?”
“I’ve seen you taking out muggers and such deeper in the east side a few times.
You’ve never seemed like you needed any help before, though, so I left you to
it.”
Wyvern laughed and uncrossed her arms, though internally she remained on edge
at the knowledge that she’d been being watched. What else did he know about
her? Was he the only one observing her? “Well, I hope you’ve been enjoying the
show.” She took a step forward, instantly changing the atmosphere of the
conversation from casual to the suggestive side of friendly, smirking up at the
speedster as she invaded his personal space. “I do try to keep it interesting.”
Flash seemed momentarily surprised by her forwardness, but he quickly covered
it with a grin, crossing his arms as he looked her up and down. “I admit;
there’s a lot to enjoy.”
Wyvern grinned at the returned flirtation, reaching between them and dragging a
finger down his chest. She leaned closer to him, hoping to be teasing, before
twirling and strutting away from him. “See you around, speedster.”
 
End Notes
     I own nothing, Wally West aka the Flash belongs to DC comics, I’m
     just playing in their sandbox. Rating is there for a reason, you best
     be tall enough to ride this ride, etc.
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