He was funny. He knew things, like the
words to songs on the radio. He brought better food. Hot food. People
came by sometimes, trying to kill either of them. Bart was better
though. She had the universe on her side. If it was meant to kill
them, they’d die.
Bart doesn’t even seem to notice that she’s doing it. That’s because, probably, Bart never seems to notice that she’s doing anything; it’s all natural to her, all calm. But. She gets excited, sometimes, or angry – rarely – and then the edges of her
shiver. Heat wave on the blacktop. Ken can’t even describe the way it looks, much as he’d like to; he wants to lay it out in logical steps, break it down like a code he’s struggling with. It isn’t that. It isn’t anything. Things it almost is, but isn’t:
- The hackles rising on the back of a dog’s neck - The sudden violent spreading of wings - Like Bart is a mouth, and that mouth is opening, and at the bottom of that mouth there are all these teeth.
Summary: The Reach are long gone and life goes on for Blue Beetle as normally as it can for a superhero. Khaji Da ponders over his partnership with Jaime and his own personal developments as they work together on missions and go through everyday life. But then Red Tornado mysteriously goes missing, and Khaji Da is faced with a new dilemma…
Characters: Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Khaji Da (Blue Beetle Scarab), Victor Stone (Cyborg), Bart Allen (Kid Flash/Impulse), Red Tornado, Tye Longshadow, Brief appearance of Jaime’s family, Various Team Members, and an Underdeveloped AI.
Notes: Written for YJ Mini Big Bang 2017. Special thanks to @fire-fira and @necromancy-enthusiast. I really couldn’t have done this without you guys. Thank you so much. You both cheered me on and helped me edit this doozy of a fic. All of my love goes out to you. And thank you @stevertrevor for making this awesome graphic. I love it so much.
While Khaji Da cannot pinpoint the exact moment he developed sentience, he certainly can remember the paradigm shift of consciousness and personality, programming splitting and unraveling from perfect lattices of strict protocol and obedience to imperfect fractals of organic geometry, every slightly flawed repeat giving rise to new thought and emotion, reactions that have no name or thought behind them, vague feelings instead of precise calculations and instructions.
I remember when I was five, hiding under this desk with all my Halloween candy. Had some peanut M&M’s, went into my first anaphylactic shock and had to be rushed to the hospital. Came home, celebrated with a Snickers, went into my second anaphylactic shock.
When did you figure out you were allergic to nuts?
You are beautiful for sharing those songs, and the place where I can get those songs.You are also beautiful for this whole blog.I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re just a beautiful person overall.
Your beautiful message made my day! Thank you :) In return I give you Bang Bang Bart!