5 Chapter 5: Space Coordinates

Kids out there, a piece of advice from me.

If you are planning to join the Justice League, then you should absolutely not abandon one of their female official members inside a male toilet booth.

Because I had the guts to leave Black Canary, sorry, Dinah, in the toilet booth for not withdrawing those words.

She did kinda threaten me so I have the right to resist.

I daze off on my table, watching the handles on the clock tick towards recess while the lessons on the whiteboard grow blurrier by the seconds.

Despite my unusual behavior, the homeroom teacher ignores me, continuing the lesson per normal.

There are two types of students teachers ignore: the godly intelligent student who excels above all without even spending a single second on studying, or the hopeless and mischievous student who is on the brink of no return and given up hope of.

When it comes to me, I am neither option 1 or option 2. I'm the mixture of both elements.

Ranking No. 2 in academic results in my school baby!

Rapid clouting of the school bell bombarded in my ears, snapping my erratic thoughts.

I sense a heavy pat on my back and I instantly knew who it is. It's dirty, playboy Kyle.

Sharp eyes and refined brows. Probably the reason why he attracts as much girls as I do even though he failed mathematics and science.

So anyway, about my school.

Hundreds of, no, thousands of superhero schools erected as the Justice League grew in reputation and influence, lassoing in and cultivating young talent all around the globe.

More and more genetically advanced humans were born, developing phenomenal abilities that science is unable to explain, only able to conclude it as the result of alien DNA or cosmic energy or magical particles that Superman, Martian Manhunter and many different categories of superheroes brought.

Of course, not just the super-humans are valued to hire as superheroes, engineers and scientists are also in dire need to do constant repair for the Watchtower and research advanced technology like teleportation tubes.

These superhero schools nurture the future generations.

With my superpower, I should be on the superhero program, but for some reason, my powers developed later than normal people, which I mentioned previously, occurred when I was 12, like my little brother.

Don't really know if it's a family problem or not but my brother and I decided to hide our strongest powers from the world for our own personal reasons.

That's why I enrolled in the engineering program despite the fact that I strive to become a superhero.

It could also be because I kill criminals and monsters, but whatever, I'll change the rules in the future. Some do not deserve second chances.

I reveal my powers to Black Canary not to only save a hottie, but also because of her story.

I have already narrowed it down before. After this event, I feel like I acknowledge her true self, that she might actually stand by my side regarding the perspectives I have.

One of her best friends, Oliver Queen, aka, Green Arrow, was hung insignificantly by a newly risen villain on the Great Wall of China after a failed rescue attempt that killed 37 people and resulted in 81 casualties.

It happened two years ago. From that major setback onwards, she changed too.

Once a vigilante, always a vigilante.

She supports violence and I support violence. Although my belief of violence is extreme, I believe we'll get along, because some know that the world needs to adapt to the harsh reality, that most villains are forever likely to remain as villains.

In a serious note, she has been working too hard lately. Even a superhero deserves some quality rest time.

Superheroes are still humans. They feel like humans, they act like humans, they think like humans. They are normal human beings with emotions, shouldering incredible responsibilities. Except for Black Canary, not many human beings can carry that much fortune...

"Ethan, it's fricken recess! Times running out! It's physical testing after this so I gotta eat a lot!" Kyle strangles me from behind to pull me away from my comfy seat.

For your information, Kyle is a speedster, like Flash, but less fast, but as flashy. Eats a lot, sleeps a lot, gets girls a lot. You're welcome Flash, I just complemented you greatly.

"He's right Bacon, quick. I'm actually starving." A red haired, emerald green eyed girl ushered me as well. She's Sofia by the way. She's from Galicia, Spain. We became friends because when Sofia first transferred here and introduced herself, Kyle, who also failed geography, idiotically shouted that he thought Spanish people were brown. That's how he got a good beating and we soon got along pretty well.

"Where's Fatty?"

I pick up my wallet from my bag, the bag which required me to effortlessly get by teleporting home and back within seconds.

"He went ahead to eat first. You know him. He cherishes food over us every time." Kyle snatches my wallet and rushes off first, forcing me to give chase.

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"Javelin—11, head to the Watchtower." Black Canary put on her blue jacket, covering her nicely exposed arms and shielding herself from the blasting air conditioning in the spaceship.

"Recognized, Black Canary. Autopilot activated."

Javelin—11 swoop upwards, piercing open the fluffy clouds at the upper reaches of the troposphere of roughly fifty thousand feet.

"Eleven, tag my location just a moment ago and trace a boy named Ethan."

"Target acquired. Device located. Name... Age..."

The corner of Black Canary's lips curve upwards. "Stop reading info. Just send him a message saying 'I'll be back for revenge'."

"Request granted." The computer answers tonelessly.

She nestles her head against a cushion, tying her golden hair into a bun, reminiscing her last conversation with the mysterious teleporting boy whose name she overheard from his friend.

"Probably not. It's a grudge I'm willing to hold for a while." She remembered herself saying while twirling her hair, smiling.

The boy blushed in response, but kept his face from her sight to hide his look and act chic. "Then good luck escaping cameras everywhere in my school. It won't be easy explaining your sudden appearance in a male school toilet."

"So thoughtful of you." She grunted unhappily.

She then saw the boy rotating back to her direction, hands clasped together and his eyes glowing with sincerity.

He spoke softly and genuinely, like a gentle whisper. "I watched all your recent interviews. You never smile. Take a good break. Or else age will get to you faster than you can think."

Only then did she perceive the unintentional carefree grin on her face. An action she hasn't done it quite some time.

"I need a good nap as quick as possible." She yawns heavily, closing her eyes to take a quick nap. Stupid boy, he did not even bother to introduce himself...

Steadily but surely, the Javelin—11 kisses a weather ballon as it proceeds onto the next altitude in space.

"Javelin—11, permission to gain access to the Watchtower." A mechanic, automated voice woke Black Canary up gently.

"Access granted." She hears a deep human voice as the large gate in front of her slid open.

"Oh my gosh, it's the Black Canary!"

"I heard that she has apprehended over hundreds of criminals, not including her captures of those berserk outbreak creatures."

"Catch more of those creatures. There is nothing that can stop her!"

"Superheroes are the best!"

Dragging herself through the long twisted corridors, smiling weakly at the excited young heroes greeting her, Black Canary collapses on her bed, slipping off her suit exhaustingly.

Maybe I should allow myself to rest once in a while...

A display of a group photo of her and other members of the team on her side desk entered her myopic vision. A motivating smirk sandwiched between Green Arrow's curly blonde mustache and goatee.

"They mustn't have shown any mercy to you, haven't they?" She murmurs powerlessly as the outcome of her restless nights of fighting kick in. "I sometimes wonder. Then why should we?"

She wraps her naked, fatigue body with her thick, cozy blanket, drifting into a deep slumber.

What she didn't notice, is that on her black leather combat suit, faintly inscribes a series of illuminating blue symbols.

The strange symbols look like an enigmatic math puzzle; like a bizarre barrage of numbers; like a representation of sophisticated coordinates...

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Oh? I feel an icy tingle on my palms, sending divine chills down my spine, as if I grasp more control and understanding of the entire universe.

The same symbols on Black Canary's suit concoct in the heart of my palms, soon submerging underneath my skin. The minuscule blinking blue symbols flow through my meandering veins, wiping off traces of its existence.

I call them 'Space Coordinates'.

Basically I can leave permanent marks on anything I touch whenever I desire.

Why is it blue? Because it's my favorite color. Blue is awesome.

Anyway, 'Space Coordinates' obey on command. They can be invisible if I want them to be. They can be the brightest pink, the darkest black, even a dazzling rainbow shade that can blind your eye permanently.

Now, with just one thought, I can shorten the distance between earth and the thermosphere. With one step, I can set foot onto the Watchtower and fulfill my dream.

But no, I'll take a bit more time.

Black Canary needs to rest first.

I stretch my muscles, confidently waiting for my opponent on the Arena ground in this interschool friendly competition used to warm up for the physical test later on.

After this, I can party like crazy in the Watchtower whether those big guys like it or not.

I'm pretty sure flash might join me... aquaman... and... yeah, I think that's it.

Oh? My opponent is here.

She's pretty cute. I don't think I want to fight her...

Wait! God damn! What the hell!?

Ok. Give me a minute.

Before I continue pondering about whatever plan I want to execute, I have to first deal with this originally cute loli girl who's scaring the sh*t outta me by transforming into a gigantic f*ckin walking drooling werewolf with her dark shadow hovering over me.