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M A Y 2 6T H 2 0 2 1 | 1 0 : 5 0 P M | G O T H A M C I T Y , N J"Come on, boys, we gotta get all these crates loaded onto the boat by midnight. That's a hard deadline, y'hear? Black Mask is gonna be real disappointed if we lose even one box of cargo."
Pier 12 was bustling with activity that evening, though this activity was decidedly surreptitious. A group of thugs, some of them armored, some of them strapped with guns, and all of them wearing black facemasks, were loading crates full of illegal weapons onboard the large freight ship that was anchored at the pier that day. The man calling the shots, a 6'4" fellow known as Shanks, was distinguishable from the rest of the thugs not by his face, which was also covered in a jet-black full-face mask, but by the clean white suit that easily established him as one of Black Mask's enforcers, and the immediate superior of the group assembled at the docks that night.
The crew continued their grunt work, loading crate after crate on board the freight ship as fast as they could. After all, they didn't want to make Black Mask mad. Many of them, truth be told, hadn't ever seen Black Mask before, and if they had, it probably wasn't for very long. That being said, Black Mask's enforcers were scary enough, and the guy that bossed the enforcers
around? He had to be the scariest of them all. Despite the imminent threat of being fed to the fishes, though, there was another pressing issue that gnawed into the minds of the hardened thugs, and that was the girl in the chair.
The girl in the chair was pretty young. Not a kid, but not old-old. College-age, maybe. She was wearing some sort of antiquated armor that the weebs among the gang recognized as being samurai armor, albeit highly-modernized, well-forged, crimson samurai armor. She had long brown hair and a black eye from Jim smacking her across the face with a nightstick. She was also tied to
the chair, and was actively glowering at the goons. The girl, who was apparently some type of vigilante named 'Demonslayer', had been spotted in her hiding spot after her phone's ringtone went off- the most Gen Z way of being caught, it seemed. The thugs had quickly knocked her out cold and tied her to the chair. Apparently, this girl had been causing some trouble for Black Mask recently, and Black Mask wanted to speak to the vigilante girl in the near future. And by speak, he probably meant kill. And so, there she was, tied helplessly to a chair. Her magic sword, which had burned Bobby's hands badly, had been stuffed into a barrel of fish and left for the time being. Another gift for Black Mask. \
Shanks, the enforcer, watched his crew load the boat while simultaneously thinking about just how big of a promotion he would get. Not only was he moving thousands- no, millions
of dollars worth of military-grade weapons out of Gotham City, but he had also captured a major thorn in Black Mask's side. Shanks rubbed his hands together, dreaming of his soon-to-be-purchased yacht, as he made his way over to his hostage. He hadn't gotten a chance to intimidate teenagers since he was a bully in high school. He missed those simpler times of swirlies and wedgies. Not that he didn't enjoy extortion and torture, but some nostalgia was always nice. Shanks leaned in, hands on knees, to lower his mask to just above the girl's eye level. "Enjoying the view of the water, twerp?"
he taunted, before chuckling to himself.
To his surprise, though, the girl bit back. "It's pretty nice. Y'know what I don't enjoy, though? Your stench. Wash your mask or something, dude, jeez."
Shanks was almost hurt. "You're talking a lot of smack for a girl that got caught because her phone started blasting Destiny's Child. And also for a girl that's, I don't know, tied to a chair right now. ""First of all, not my phone,"
Maya said quickly. "And second, have you ever considered that maybe I wanted to get captured? And that I have you exactly where I want you?"
Maya added with a hefty dose of swagger, craning her neck to look straight into the eyeholes of Shanks's mask.
The enforcer chuckled. "Sure thing, girlie."
He leaned in so that his mask was only a few inches away from Maya's face. "I call your bluff-"
Maya then headbutted Shanks square in the face, crushing his nose. As the enforcer staggered back, blood oozing from his nostrils, he looked up to see that Maya's hands were somehow untied, and she was holding her sword somehow. Before he could truly process the information, however, the girl had swung her blade low, chopping the ropes off of her feet, and then had charged forwards, slicing Shanks directly across the chest. The masked enforcer was hit by a wave of pain. Unimaginable, grueling pain. He howled as he dropped to the floor, clutching his chest wound, and Maya stepped over his downed body. She looked up at the shocked gang of thugs, who were slowly gearing up to fight, before looking down at the katana she clutched in her hand again. "You ready to kick some ass, Senshi?""I am prepared. In the future, though, please try to avoid being captured because of your cellular phone,"
the demon responded to Maya.
Maya grit her teeth. "I told you, it was intentional,"
she muttered before charging into action.
Maya's motions were swift, deliberate, but also controlled. Each slash was dampened in its ferocity and severity by Maya's restraint. Maya vastly preferred incapacitating people non-lethally. The curse of Blood Moon was more than enough to neutralize even the burliest of opponents with even the smallest scratch. As such, Maya quickly bounced from thug to thug, striking nimbly at each one before darting to another. Her movements were sudden and unpredictable, and it was impossible for any one goon to get a clear shot on her without endangering his or her buddies. Though she had hardly cut the men, they were all writhing on the ground in pain as Maya only just touched them with her sword. In a matter of minutes, Maya had sawed through the entire group of men, and she stood alone in a circle of downed, moaning goons. All in all, a success. Except for her black eye. That wasn't so great. Still, make-up could do wonders.
As soon as Maya sent the last man careening to the ground with just a pinprick to his neck, Maya immediately dropped Blood Moon to the ground and fumbled at her armor. A moment later, she pulled her phone from belt and began dialing a number in. From his position on the floor of the docks, Senshi scoffed. "You are a liar, wakai hito. I should have known you weren't setting a trap.""Shut up, you stupid demon,"
Maya grumbled as she rested the phone to her ear. A moment later, she spoke. "Katana? Hi. Sorry for not picking up. You, well, you caught me at a bad time."
Maya rested a hand on her bruised eye. "What's going on?"
Maya listened quietly, phone resting against her ear. "Young Justice initiative? About time they reached out to me...I know, I know...of course, I can do it, Katana...watashi wa yakusoku shimasu, watashi wa junbi ga dekite imasu...roger that. Thank you, Katana. I won't let you down."
Maya pulled the phone from her ear. "New level of crimefighting, here we come, Senshi! You excited?""Please remove me from this disgusting, fishy floor.""Right,"
Maya said quickly, kneeling down and plucking the katana from the ground. She removed a polishing cloth from her belt, wiping the grime and faint traces of blood from the blade, before giving Blood Moon an effortless twirl. "Now, let's chop up some military firearms, and then let's blow this popsicle stand. I have a lot of calls to make, and a good bit of packing to do, too. Where the hell is a Rhode Island, anyway? Is that in Canada or something?"
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M A Y 2 8T H 2 0 2 1 | 1 0 : 0 0 A M | H A P P Y H A R B O R , R I"Somebody say new teammates?"
Just as Brightheart asked Batman about the identities of the new members of the Young Justice team, a shimmer of light sparkled from the Zeta-Tubes, and out from the teleporter emerged Maya. Maya looked, for the most part, like your average teen girl. She had a red t-shirt with a large chibi cat face on it, a pair of faded jeans that was torn at the knees, and a pair of combat boots, one of which was untied and had its laces dangling on the floor. She had definitive oriental features, a healthy, athletic build, and long walnut-brown wavy hair. The only thing unusual about Maya was the fact that, clipped from her belt, hung an ornate koshirae,
and sheathed inside was what appeared to be an equally-ornate katana.
As the light show from the Zeta-Tube behind her died down, Maya's features turned into a sly grin as she swiftly drew her katana, twirling it around her hand, before throwing the blade directly in the air. The sword spun like a helicopter blade, a cyclone of metal spinning in the air, and it shot upwards before descending down towards Maya. Maya simply leaned backward and opened her mouth, catching her sword between her teeth by the hilt. She smirked as she held the sword in her mouth, giving a coy wink over to the Tamoranean girl at the briefing, before dropping the blade back into her hand, holding the sword in a reverse grip. "Maya Kobayashi,"
the girl introduced herself, giving the blade one more spin and twirling it around her body before sheathing it once again. "You can also refer to me as 'the Demonslayer.' Though I think just Maya will suffice."
Maya gave a quick salute to Batman before taking her seat at the briefing. "Heard something about a circus? Sounds fun. So long as I'm not the bearded lady, at least."
Maya scooted her chair back, crossing her legs and resting her feet on the edge of the conference table. She listened to the well-dressed young man speak about circus roles. "I work with sharp things. Knife throwing, maybe? I'll note that I actually throw knives and don't just conjure up illusions."
Her gaze shifted onto Zach briefly, a playful smile on her face, before she spoke again. "If anybody wants to be strapped to the dartboard, we can do a two-man show."