As the sun rises over California, Tora is the first to wake up. Her ice blue eyes roll over to you as she stands up and gently shakes you. 

Tora: God morgen, min venn.
[Good morning, my friend.]

You suddenly shift in your sleep, clutching your sheets. Extending your bare arm, you mimic a stabbing movement. Tora steps back knowing what you can do. Opening your eyes, you look around in a panic only to calm down, breathing slowly.

Tora: Bad dream?

Y/N: Too common nowadays.

Tora helps you up.

Tora: Well, you're with a friend now. If that helps.

Y/N: Somewhat. We just met, and you're overwhelmingly friendly.

Tora: Yet I'm genuine as can be. I crossed paths with people like that too. They weren't exactly shining knights.

Y/N: I'm glad we can agree on that. So if we're roommates, there's some things we gotta talk about. What's your story?

Tora looks into your eyes with a certain shock.

Tora: You want to know my past, don't you?

Y/N: Considering that you know all there is about mine thanks to Blonde? We've all come here for one reason or another without any Good Samaritan deeds under our belts. 

Tora: Are you sure? Things weren't as peachy for me in Norway as child. But here goes. 

Tora steadies herself after she inhales and exhales.

Tora: My parents and brother were Romanifolket, and my grandfather was the head of a small sect of our people. the Is Bygd. We could all control ice. I was born with these powers and considered a princess among my people, always being conditioned to stay calm to control my metahuman abilities to create and manipulate all forms of ice. And... to make sure that my grandfather couldn't find me. He, like the rest of my kin, thought I was the second coming of the goddess my people worshipped, but he took things too far.

Y/N: Wait, what? What was so bad about him?

Tora: Everything. My parents told me when I was 9 that he wished to force me to use my power to keep control over the other Bygds, and the wish to eventually ruin Norway's government through me after they wrongfully killed my grandmother. I couldn't stomach hurting innocent people. My grandfather tracked me down and, after I saw my parents and my brother all get gunned down alongside my people being bombed out by grenades, I... closed my eyes. Yelling. And I... I-I lost it. When I opened my eyes and saw the dead bodies of the men who tracked me down, all 20 of them were skewered with ice. 

Y/N: Jesus.

Tora: None of them lived. It didn't take long for Norway's counterpart of the SDN to find me, and give me a roof over my head. They exiled me from Norway and to America. Even if what I did was self defense, my government needed an excuse to get rid of a kid who had no control over her powers.

You lean over, patting Tora's back.

Y/N: You weren't at fault, Tor. Neither were your parents. When it comes to people like your grandfather, we do this job for a reason. To shut their shit down.

Tora sniffles wiping a tear from her eye with her forearm.

Tora: You're right, Y/N. And... thanks for saying that.

Y/N: You're welcome.

You stand up offering her a hand. She takes it.

Y/N: Aren't you friends with another hero? Fire?

Tora: Her? Oh, she's super busy in South America. The "why" is the same for us. Someone has to protect the people. Even a Nordic ice goddess like me.

Y/N: Always. Ready to get out there?

Tora: Mmhm.

As you both dress up, you stop for a second.

Y/N: You're not a demigod are you?

Tora: Oh no. No no no. Even I was, the SDN would be out of jobs.

You both laugh.

Once you're both dressed up Tora takes flight, the ice propelling her into the air. You jump out the apartment with your goggles on, the Sky Slyder carrying you.

-

Once you got to the SDN HQ in Torrance, a TV is playing a commercial. 

A mom walks out of her house with a guitar, walking to the driveway to see a boulder on top of her crushed van.

Mom: Dang it. I'm gonna be late for band practice. 

Phenomaman lands down.

Phenomaman: Unexpected things happen daily.

The mom turns around.

Mom:  Phenomaman! Can SDN help me out with this? It's blocking the driveway. 

Phenomaman easily lifts the boulder.

Phenomaman: You can count on SDN to help lift the burdens throws at us. 

He puts the rock down as if it was an empty shopping bag.

Phenomaman: Let SDN be your rock so you can... rock.  

The mom shreds on the guitar on cue.

Commercial Voice: SDN IS NOT AN INSURANCE COMPANY AND DOES NOT COVER DAMAGES TO PROPERTY, PERSONS, OR ANIMALS.

Robert is sitting right there in the lobby dressed in his Mecha Man suit. Mask included. 

Robert: She's definitely not making it to band practice.

Suddenly the front doors opens to you, Tora, and a familiar face walking in. 

Waterboy: Heh, yeah, what's that?

Tora waves to Waterboy.

Tora: Hello to you too!

Robert turns around to see you. He shakes your hand.

Waterboy: Weird. Yeah, right?

Y/N: Cheesy too. Can't forget that.

The three of you sit opposite to Robert.

Waterboy: Phenomaman, he- he's like a rockstar. It's a- I'm joking, cause of the-

You chuckle.

Y/N: We know. 

Robert: He seems cool. Phenomenal even. And quite the salesman. 

Waterboy: Yeah, he can sell snowballs to an es- is that not cool to say? Uh... snowman. He could sell snowballs snowman.

Tora stares at Waterboy.

Tora: Go on.

Waterboy: N-no... I think I should stop myself from saying something s-stupid. 

Robert looks to see Waterboy struggling to tie a tie. He gets up and goes over to him.

Robert: Lemme help you with that. 

Waterboy: No, you don't have to- 

Robert starts to tie up the tie.

Robert: It's soaked. You nervous? Big interview? 

Waterboy: No, I mean, yes. But no yes is more- my powers make everything wet. Moist. Waterboy is how they call me-

Suddenly you know who walks in. Flambae.

He takes his shades off and stares at Robert as he walks by. 

Waterboy: Yes, I am interviewing and I'm nervous, on the edge of- yeah.

Flambae walks into a different hallway.

Robert notices he's up close to Waterboy. He gets back to fixing his tie.

Waterboy: Now that your face is up close to mine, I see that I know you- of you. You're Mecha Man. You're dead. I thought.

Robert: Just on the inside.

Y/N: Amen, dude. We've only known each other for one night and I feel like you get me the most.

Robert looks at you with a glimpse of respect. 

Tora: Ugh. I can't stand that flame throwing prick.

Y/N: Lemme guess, he tried hitting on you?

Tora: Twice! If I were to ask you help me pick out a superpowered guy for me as I was blindfolded, I'd pick the damn janitor instead.

Y/N: Really?

Tora: Yes really.

Waterboy keeps eyes on Robert.

Waterboy: You uh... you look smaller in person.

Robert: Never meet your heroes, kid.

The door opens again. As you all look over you see Blonde Blazer coming in.

Blonde Blazer: Oh, hey Mecha Man. I wasn't sure you'd show up.

Waterboy stands up in awe.

Waterboy: Oh- wuh- Blonde- Blazer! A real hero! 

Blonde Blazer: Oh, nice to meet you, but I need him and Generator Y/N for a quick second. (To You and Robert) Follow me.

You and Robert get up to follow Blonde into a meeting room leaving Tora and Waterboy behind. He looks to Tora.

Waterboy: N-nice to meet you-

Tora: You... wouldn't wanna shake my hand.

Tora covers it in ice, then lets it melt.

Waterboy: Oh.

Meanwhile.

The three of you walk in as Blonde closes/locks the door. She even turns the blinds closed. 

Blonde Blazer: Quick. Take your clothes off.

Y/N: Uh... what?

Robert: Did I hear you right? 

Blonde Blazer: We don't need too many people here knowing you're Mecha Man. A lot of our Dispatchers are former heroes, but it's better if you keep your identity a secret. We've had incidents in the past.

Y/N: Do I have to be a Dispatcher?

Blonde Blazer: No, Y/N. Your abilities are too promising to be confined inside a cubicle.

Y/N: Well in that case, my lips are sealed.

Blonde Blazer: Here. 

Blonde tosses Robert a certain shirt. 

Blonde Blazer: I remembered you being bigger...

You chuckle.

Blonde Blazer: I was a little drunk-- listen, it's gonna be great. 

Robert takes his mask off and stares it in his hand.

Robert: I've never felt silly wearing this.

Blonde Blazer: Until now?

Robert: Yes. I was trying to imply that with the long silence.

Y/N: Eh, I wouldn't be too unhappy. You're still apart of the team. ...In a way.

Blonde Blazer: It'll work out. Get dressed. I have somebody I need you to meet.

You turn around and don't look back at Robert as he begins to take his clothes off.

Blonde Blazer: Oh. I'm sorry. Should I-

Robert: I don't mind. Just don't stare at me in the eyes while I do it cause that'd be odd-

Y/N: No need to make this more awkward, dude.

Blonde then joins you with looking away. 

Blonde Blazer: I.. I want to say again, I'm sorry for last night. I regret the way I conducted myself, it was a mistake.

Y/N: It wasn't to me. I just wish that kiss lasted a liiitle bit longer. 

Robert: It was a great night. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Blonde Blazer: Robert, Y/N, I'd like to keep things professional.

Robert: Right. That's why you brought me here to this conference room to strip down in front of you and Y/N. Real profess-

Robert tosses his top on an invisible figure. 

Blonde Blazer: Really?

You see the figure run away only to hit the door. She grunts in pain as she falls down. However, your mind is doing backflips internally as the memories flood you. Your eyes widening. Once Blonde lifts the top up, the figure returns visible. And lo and behold, it's her. You're holding back every cell of your being to not call her by her real name.

Courntey: Who locks a conference room? (Pulls out her inhaler, looking at you and Blonde) So uh, you two fuck or what?

Y/N: That remains to be seen. I just got here. It was just an innocent kiss.

Courtney: Like, cheek innocent or tip of your dick innocent?

Blonde Blazer: Okay, stop. (looks to you) First of all, we did not kiss. You kissed me.

Y/N: I thought the opportunity was too perfect to pass up.

Blonde Blazer: (looks back to Courtney) Secondly, it is none of your freaking business. 

Courtney: Woah. She cussed. Musta been a good one.

Courtney stands up. 

Blonde Blazer: Robert, Y/N, this is Invisigal. She is apart of the Phoenix Program. As of this moment, Y/N is as well. We take former super villains or former criminals, such as them, and rehabilitate them to reenter society to use their powers for- are those my ear rings?

Courtney: (Takes them off and hands them to Blonde) They look better on me. 

Blonde Blazer: Invisigal, this is Robert. He'll be your Dispatcher. As for Y/N, he'll also be out in the field with you. 

Courtney: Huh, two hunks with dad bods are under the same roof with me. I got lucky.

Blonde Blazer: Robert's identity, all of this, it's staying between us. He is still Mecha Man, but that can't get out. And if it does, I'll know who it came from. 

Courtney: You'd think I'd want to tell the normal Joes and Janes our Dispatcher's a fucking loser?

Robert: Look, you might think these are less than ideal circumstances, but it's something you need to get used to. When you're out in the field, even the best laid plans can fail. So either out there, or in here, we do what we can. We make the best of it. 

Y/N: When he puts it like that, it makes sense.

Courtney: Well, I'm wet. I can see why you picked them. What's that look? Best Buy Fight Club? Fuckin' hot. 

Courtney takes a hit of her inhaler before leaving. 

Blonde Blazer: We have a weekly ranking for all the heroes in the company. And she's at the bottom. She called herself Invisibitch she was a villain. We're trying to rebrand her.

Robert: You don't say. I thought Invisigal felt too corny for her.

Blonde Blazer: About that... the name was my idea. Just get your shirt on, dad bod.

Blonde walks out the room. Robert looks to you.

Robert: Any idea of the crazy shit we'll see along the way?

Y/N: Don't freak out, Robby.

Robert: Don't call me that-

Y/N: It's just gonna be a regular run of the mill job of keeping crazies locked up. 

Robert: And what makes you so sure?

Y/N: ...I've dealt with an entire rogue group of EVOs for 7 years. They're all gone. The company I took out every single one. Learned new things about myself and that jazz.

Robert: Wow. Quite the resume you have.

Y/N: Ha. Heard that before.

You walk out the conference room. 

As you walk through a hallway, you get pulled into a supply closet by an invisible hand and tossed against a wall. Courtney makes herself visible. She leans down to punch you in the gut.

Courtney: That's for making me wait so long, Y/N.

Y/N: Yep... I deserve that...

She then kisses you. You lean into the kiss before she pulls back.

Courtney: That's for coming back to me.

Y/N: You still remembered that promise?

Courtney: Of course I did. What happened to you? I thought you died in that explosion.

Y/N: Life. Life's most cruelest hardships happened to me. That and getting body manipulating tech put into my body.

Courtney: Body manipulating tech my invisible ass. Where the fuck have you been for the past 15 years?

Y/N: I missed you too, Coco.

She stands up.

Courtney: As much as I'd love to kiss you again in this closet and reminisce on our old days, now is not the time.

Y/N: Right.

You stand up.

Courtney: But... wherever I went or did after I moved away with my parents, you were always on my mind.

Y/N: Like you me too.

Courtney: And don't think I'll forget about further reuniting with you. Once our shift is done we have to shoot the shit.

Before you could reply she goes invisible to walk out. Having nothing to say you just sigh and walk out.

Minutes later.

You, Robert and Blonde are walking throughout the offices which are filled with both ex supers dressed down like Robert, or full fledged supers at their dispatcher desks. All of their computers are showing live maps of Torrance.

Blonder Blazer: We're not the highest profile branch in the network, but what we've got makes the real difference. Great people. Some of them aren't even people. And they're still great.

You look over to a literal dog guy.

Y/N: This place sure has character. 

Blonde Blazer: We hear that a lot. 

You set your eyes on a high tech printer. 

Blonde Blazer: That is one of the copies on this floor. Fax. Scan. Does everything. Documentation. One of three 'D's' at SDN. There tends to be a healthy amount of paperwork. I used to call in triple D's until I was informed that had a different connotation.

Y/N: I can imagine it wasn't very... safe for the workplace.

Robert: 3 d's? 

Blonde Blazer: Dispatching, documentation, diversity is the 3rd. Not in terms of priority of course. 

A green skinned alien hero walks by.

Blonde Blazer: Yup. We're all about diversity. Lana works in the mailroom. From a different galaxy altogether. And then there's Galen. All the way back there. 

Blonde Blazer: Born with super hearing. He's from... I wanna say... 

Y/N: Oregon?

Galen: Florida. 

Blonde Blazer: Of course. Florida Man over there. Hey, easy on the bath salts.

Galen: That's just one guy.

Robert: Speaking of bath, where is the-

Blonde Blazer: Either of you need a bio break? 

Y/N: A what? Is that a codename or-

Blonde Blazer: Restroom. It's right over there. 

She points.

Y/N: I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

Blonde Blazer: Alrighty. Meet me in the records room when you're done. (Turns around and walks off) If you get lost look for the door that says Records Room. 

Y/N: Will do.

Tora comes through with Twix bars in her hand.

Tora: America always had such amazing delicacies. 

Robert: We can see that. Tora right?

Tora: The one and only. (whispers in his ear) I believe in you. 

She walks off. Robert chuckles to himself.

As you wait outside the bathroom for Robert, he walks out. Followed by a bigger man. 

(A/N: Aka the most GOAT non powered character in Dispatch next to Robert)

Royd: 'Ey brudda. 

Y/N: Hey to you too.

You form a Smack Hand to fist bump him.

Royd: You're the Genny right?

Y/N: Sure am.

Your arm returns to normal. Royd pats your back.

Royd: You gonna do big tings here. Big tings. 

Y/N: No doubt about that.

Royd walks off. You follow Robert to the Records Room. Only to see a guy look over at you from over the cabinets.

Old Man: Holy shit. Who is this freckle faced and goggled fuck?

Y/N: Uh... hey?

He climbs down from the cabinets and goes over to hug Robert. 

Robert: That's a very aggressive way to greet someone.

Old Man: Look at this skinny latte prick. You're bones, kid. 

Robert: (looks back to Robert) You here to whip these assholes into shape or what?

Blonde steps in but stops at the doorway leaning on it.

Blonde Blazer: That's the idea.

Robert: I'm sorry to say this, but do I know you?

Old Man: Why are you all tense? It's a hug, not a handjob. Lighten up. 

Robert: Be that as it may I am still very confused.

Y/N: As am I.

Old Man: Oh. Right. Cause I'm old as shit. How about this?

Robert: Track Star? Holy shit!

Robert hugs him again. Track Star hugs him back.

Chase: Yeah, ya fucker. Why are you accepting hugs from old men you don't know? And hey, they call me Chase around here. So keep it... you know.

Robert: Sure. Right, Chase.

Chase: It's been what, 10 years? 15 years?

Y/N: Has it really been that long? No way.

Chase: It has. I reached out to this little pissant when his dad died. Then he got to duckin' me like he owed me money. 

Robert: I was in a strange place.

Y/N: Weren't we all?

Chase: I understand, kid. It was tough on all of us. So I can't imagine what you went through.

Robert thinks on it for a second before he shakes it to the side.

Robert: Other than that, what's up? You gonna tell me why you look like black Einstein?

You chortle, Blonde is holding in a laugh. Once Chase looks to you both it's nothing but crickets.

Blonde Blazer: Sorry. I never noticed. 

Chase: (To Robert) Fucker. It's the powers. I could move 50 times more faster than the average person, but I didn't realize it until he was too late that I was aging 50 times faster when I used my powers. Nowadays I'm moving slower than frozen piss to keep the ole ticker from popping on me. 

Robert: Oh... I didn't have any idea. I'm sorry Chase.

Chase: Hey if I feel another ounce of pity from you I will run you over in the parking lot and say it was an accident. They'll believe me cause I was wearing diapers.

You all laugh.

Robert: So, I guess this means you're another person I can't complain to about losing my suit. 

Chase: You'd better not. I'd resurrect and then rekill your fucking father in front of you if it meant being able to use my powers again. 

Robert laughs it off.

Blonde Blazer: Jesus Chase.

Y/N: I mean I make some messed up jokes but god damn.

Robert: What? Obviously I'd let Robert have one last "I love you" before I extingiush the light from his eyes.

Robert laughs again.

Blonde Blazer: Was he always like this?

Robert: Yes, actually.

Y/N: That says a lot.

Chase: We joke. We laugh. We suppress our trauma. 

Y/N: That's one way to do it. It's fucked up but I'm not gonna question it.

Chase: Alright. Enough of this feelings shit, let's introduce you to the rest of your team of losers. 

Chase walks over to the computer in the room, turning it on. Robert sits in the seat. 

Chase: Now, if I'm being honest, I thought, and still think, we shoulda canned these tunas months ago. (Looks to you) Except you. Got files on top of files about what you can do, Y/N. Heard all about your past too. Won't hold it against you. 

Y/N: Thank you...? 

Blonde Blazer: And you might get your wish. Cause if we don't see any improvement soon, the whole program will be scrapped. 

Robert: Cool. No pressure. 

Robert opens the first file.

Chase: Who will not shut the fuck up abut being from Harvard, like all graduates.

Blonde Blazer: And who also orchestrated some of the most effective Silicon Valley frauds in US history. Also,

Chase: Sometimes he transforms into a fuckin' bat monster that would eat you ass first after he emptied your pension plan.

Then the 2nd. 

Robert: "Controls the fire and the flame and his skin does not burn.

Chase: You met him. Didn't you have a run in with him earlier? 

Robert: I did. 

Y/N: No wonder why he was calling you a bitch.

Chase: So, you both know he's a certified dickhead.

Then the 3rd. 

Blonde Blazer: Invisigal. Who you guys met. Turned herself in a few months ago and entered the program on the condition that we asked no questions. 

Robert: That's a little suspicious.

Y/N: You don't say.

Chase: Suspicious? Really? Of a criminal that turns invisible and doesn't like to answer questions? What tipped you off, sherlock?

Y/N: I'm just glad we aren't dealing with cat themed burglars. Or mutated turtles.

And the 4th.

Blonde Blazer: Here we have Coupe. Which I recently learned is a french ballet term that means to cut. Hence the knives. 

Y/N: I'd still rather deal with her over crazy ass freak of nature turtles or the cat thieves, Blonde.

Chase: But it sounds dumb to say so everybody calls her Coop. She was an assassin for the mob before she went independent. 

And the 5th.

Chase: Punch Up. 

Blonde Blazer: Carnival strong man who made a deal with a sorceress. She gave him the might of 10 men. He muscles grew-

Y/N: At the cost of making him short. 

Chase: He's got all the charm and brains of a greasy bowling ball. 

And the 6th. 

Blonde Blazer: Malevola. Terrifying. She's got a magic sword and she creates portals that allow her to teleport. 

Y/N: She's my type.

Blonde, Robert, & Chase: -_-

Y/N: What? Demon ladies are hot. 

And the 7th.

Blonde Blazer: That would be Golem. He's a construct. 

Robert: A construct? 

Blonde Blazer: A bunch of dirt and mud made sentient with magic. I think he's lonely.

And the 8th. 

Chase: Prism. Michigan born and raised. Her power is weird. She weaponizes light rays or some shit. A lot of this stuff is a guess. 

Y/N: Any reason why she's dressed up like cotton candy?

Blonde Blazer: She's actually super talented. 

And the 9th.

Your file appears with your old 18 year old mugshot from years ago above your name.

Chase: Y/N Salazar. Generator Y/N-

Y/N: Just Generator from on. Don't want my name showing up in the news.

Blonde nods.

Chase: You were just a normal kid like anyone else before-

Y/N: A bee from my now distant childhood was out for blood and stung me just for the fuck of it, followed by me having nanites injected into my bloodstream which saved my life, but caused 45 people to die and my parents getting put away in a prison too rich for my blood. Been a walking arsenal ever since with more new toys at my disposal. Even for Providence before they went bankrupt and fell off the map for good.

Blonde Blazer: That, and the killing of 2 other superpowered beings who weren't saints is right over your head as well. I read the files. It was self defense on your end. I can't hold that against you.

Y/N: Thanks, Blonde. And it'll remain as that.

Then the 10th.

Blonde Blazer: Tora Olafsdotter. Icebreaker, or Ice as some like to call her for short. Still sweet as a teddy bear and friendly as a butterfly after all the pain she went through.

Chase: But aggressive as a polar bear and deadly as a wolverine if you cross her the wrong way. We should be counting our lucky stars she likes us. If not, she'd have frozen our asses on the spot.

Y/N: How bad we talking? Just Cali or-

Chase: World After Tomorrow levels of bad, Y/N. It's her need to not hurt innocents that the world isn't at DEFCON 1. Only replace the nuke with mass hypothermia.

Y/N: Shit.

And finally. The 11th. 

Chase: Hunter Ashford. H. Merc for hire. Teched up to the gills in cyberware with a heavy kill count under his belt, his victims are a different type of assholes far up the criminal ladder that it'd make the assholes SDN fight look like rookies in comparison. 

Blonde Blazer: And having several acts of domestic terrorism against the US government on his rep sheet, but I know even he can change.

Robert: Remains to be seen. So, the Z-Team, they're all Phoenix Program? 

Blonde: That is correct. 

Chase: Your own crew of dangerous motley fuck ups. 

Blonde Blazer: We're not looking for miracles, but we'd love one if we can get it. There is another certain hero similar to you, but he's far too ruthless for the SDN.

Y/N: Eh. You got me. You'll get a miracle. Hopefully. 

Blonde Blazer: Head out, Y/N. It's your time. Once you're done, I might as well give you a token of gratitude for joining us on the right path.

Y/N: How so? 

Blonde Blazer: You'll know.

You slip your goggles on and dash out the room, then out the HQ. Flying up into the sky with the Boogie Pack. 

Blonde Blazer: Show him to his desk?

Chase: Sure. 

As you're flying in Torrance, you land down on a rooftop, the Boogie Pack loudly whirring ready for takeoff.  You leap again, turning the Boogie Pack off. Taking out your phone you open the photos app to look at an old picture of you smiling with your parents and your brother. 

A text message pops up. As you open it, you see a picture of your parents in the luxurious cell.

You gain a look of resolve and form the Sky Slyder on your feet, the board carries you further into the sky. As you go up into the clouds, the nanites form a mask around your face. You fall back down and hover in the sky. Heading down to the top of skyscraper, you spot the rest of the team waiting there. 

You wave only once raising your goggles before Robert speaks over the comms of the Z-Team. 

Robert: Hey Team. This is your Dispatcher, Robert Robertson. I'm starting my first shift-

Everyone laughs apart from you and Tora.

Prism: Tell me that's not your real fucking name?

Flambae: You stuttering bitch, you can't be this shook on your first day. Come on!

Sonar: Robert. Roberts. Robertson. Roberts. Roberto. Bobert. 

Robert: Can we clear the channel please? There's a lot of overlapping-

Invisigal: I saw him in underwear.

Ice: Stop picking on him, people. 

Prism: Who? Roberto Robertson? He packing much?

Invisigal: Nope, but I already got my eyes on someone else.

Robert: Again, please clear the channel-

Coupe: We get it, you're emo-

Hunter: And a chump. 

Chase: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Silence. 

Chase: Let me remind you. These calls are fucking recorded for training fucking purposes! So keep the fucking line clear before we send your stupid fucking asses back to whatever fucking cell we pulled your stupid fucking asses out of! Aight?

(A/N: Vivziepop got in the writer's room for that sole line I just know it lol)

You and the team move out across Torrance helping out the people or just stopping crime whenever and wherever.

You fly down to spot a bank robbery in progress you fall down to form the Speed Bike. Ramming into the robbers just as they're running out of the bank. You make sure they can't get up by punching their lights out. One final robber peeks out from a car to aim at you only to form a blaster pistol, hitting the robber with a stun round. He falls over.

Caller: Mr. Venderstenk is requesting a hero for a very important event. 

Y/N: Mind telling me who this guy is?

Sonar: Willem Venderstenk. Certified genius. Literally. He has a certificate. 

Tora: Oh. I heard he wasn't very happy with some things.

Hunter: I wouldn't be happy with the world either if my last name was stink. 

Prism: You aren't a genius if you need a piece of paper that says you're a genius. 

Sonar: You're just jealous. This guy rules. 

Sonar goes to the VAND-GO meeting.

Punch-Up: Uh, I'll take Wednesday. 

Coupe: Tuesday. 

Malevola: Dibs on Monday.

Robert: What are you guys talking about?

Invisigal: We're all taking bets on when you'll quit. 

Golem: Hmm... Friday?

Ice: How about no day? Robert's got potential. He has a place here to do better. Like all of us.

Prism laughs.

Prism: Are you trying to fuck him in front of everyone, girl? Is that it?

Ice: Morsomt, jeg trodde aldri at en avvist JoyToy ville bli lagkameraten min, men her er vi.
[Funny, I never thought a rejected joytoy would be my teammate, but here we are.]

Team: (except you) Ooo...

Prism glares at Ice, casting holographic clones around her with her fists raised.

Prism: Bitch, I won't let anyone on this team, not even you, walk all over me-

Ice floats up, ice covering her body as her eyes glow with a small blizzard flowing around herself.

Prism: What the hell-

Ice sends snow at all of the clones, causing each to vanish as they get hit. The snow hits the real Prism as she is send backwards. You swoop in to catch her with the Smack Hands and set her down from the cold as it dies down. 

Y/N: Let's try not to kill each other on the job, guys. Please. Already saw too much of that shit years ago.

Ice: That depends on her. 

Ice flies off. Prism flips her off.

Somewhere in Torrance as SDN is still assisting the city, Sonar shifts into an entire bat.

Robert: Uh, what's going on with Sonar?

Malevola: Oh that? He kinda randomly just turns into a monster sometimes. 

Robert: Randomly? Really?

Malevola: We're... working on it. 

A certain bartender calls SDN.

Bartender: Get these idiots outta my bar before they wreck it! And don't send flaming guy. 

Punch Up: You know who we saw at that bar last night Mecha Man and his ice/metalhead friends. 

Coupe: And he kicked Flambae's ass.

Flambae: Okay, that little shit did not kick my ass. 

Hunter: Which he did. 

Robert: Yeah, I heard about that. 

Flambae: No you didn't Bob Bob. So we're all going to shut up about it, yeah?

Hunter: Hm... nope. You went down like a little bitch.

Flambae: Do you really wanna try me you fucking-

Robert: Hey! Keep your heads on straight for once. Save that anger for any low level crook you see. 

Flambae: Fine.

Prism and Punch Up head to the bar. 

Police Dispatch: Yacht robbery at the yacht club.

Ice: I got this.

Ice arrives on the scene, freezing the guns of the robbers, making them drop them. Ice runs up to the robbers and punches them in their guts, even grabbing their arms to flip them down on the ground. Ice flies off.

Invisigal: So, what your lead on this Mecha Man Guy?

Punch Up: Washed up, drinking alone, a robot guy without his robot I guess. What about you, Y/N?

Generator: I dunno. I'm not psychic, man. I can only guess he built his robot suit in a cave with box of scraps. Then one day it just... gave out. 

Malevola: Just... a guy.

Sonar: Hear that Flambae? You got your ass by just a guy. 

Flambae: All of you. Shut the fuck up. 

The team laughs. Flambae only growls. Robert notices his tracker going off the grid.

Robert: Flambae; you're going off route. 

An SOS signal goes off. Robert answers it to a caller.

Citizen: A fire went off at a the park! We need help here!

Generator: Jesus Christ, dude. 

Ice: I'm on it.

Ice quickly makes her way to ongoing fire.

Robert: Did you start that  fire? 

Flambae: No.

Robert: The fire that's burning 2 blocks from where you're standing. You didn't start that?

Flambae: Yeah, I mean, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm on break. How would I know?

Robert: Flambae, stop fucking around. I've got enough problems without you making new ones.

Flambae: Whatever, man.

Hunter: Get your shit together, Flam. You're acting like the same suits I bombed last month. Their pets picked the wrong day to go hangout with their owners.

The call is dead quiet.

Invisigal: ...I'm not laughing at that.

Golem: Me neither.

You and Invisigal team up to stop a museum robbery. It doesn't take long for the lasers to be killed by Robert, followed by the two of you beating the robbers black and blue. 

Robber: Are you with us?

Generator: Nope.

One swing from your arm sends the robber into a vase, and through a few walls and out the window as he yells.

Invisigal: Holy shit. What the hell did those nanites do to you?

Generator: All sorts of things, Visi. All sorts of things. 

-

Couple: Your sword is magnificent. Does it have a name?

Malevola: Yeah it's- (incomprehensible demonic noise) 

Coupe: Exquisite. 

Ice used her freeze breath on the fire, saving the park. The people cheer for her and clap. She bows before she flies off. 

Sonar: Hey Bobby. I hear Willem Venderstenk needs a security detail.  

Malevola: Yeah, pretty sure that's what he's trying to avoid. 

Robert: Sure. Go ahead.

Sonar: Thanks man! You will not regret this!

Robert: Oh, well I didn't think I would until you said that. 

Sonar heads out to meet his hero.

Robert: How long was the last Dispatcher here?

Flambae: Two days. New record. 

Robert: How the fuck did that happen? 

Flambae: I set his care on fire. Very flammable. Kia soul.

Ice: Hei, jeg tror ikke det er noe du burde vite fra før, men vær så snill, slutt å sette fyr på ting i ett minutt!
[Hey, I don't think if it's something you should have already know, but please stop setting things on fire for 1 minute!]

Flambae: I don't speak Viking.

Ice: You'll grabbing on Blonde's cape begging to saved once I make you chill out.

Flambae: I'd like to see you try.

At the same time, Sonar tells Willem a story. Only to nail it.

As the team gets back to SDN to rest for a moment in the break room, Robert hears struggling at a donut place.

Invisigal peeks at Robert's computer and then runs out, grabbing your hand.

Invisigal: We got this!

You almost trip, but fall over only cartwheel across the ground, hold Invisigal, and form the Speed Bike with Visi sitting behind you. Her body jerks forward as she grabs you from the behind to hold herself up. She closes her eyes in fear, but opens them to see the bike swerving through traffic. She laughs to herself.

Invisigal: This day just keeps getting wilder and wilder.

Generator: You haven't seen nothing yet. 

As you park in front of the donut joint, you stand up. The Speed Bike powers off as Visi also stands up.

Invisigal: Can we get eyes down here?

Robert: What does that mean? 

Chase: She's asking for a tap in. We've got access to security cams of SDN all over our territory. 

Robert: Wait. Is that legal?

Chase: We made it legal.

Chase sits back down at his cubicle as Robert presses a button to show a live look at the lobby. Granny is already on the floor.

Invisigal: We didn't do this.

Generator: Neither did I. 

Robert: I feel like you've said that many times in your lives. What happened?

Invisigal: This is how we found the place. And the old guy who I assume is Granny. He was lying here when we got here. Boys, what's your favorite donuts?

Robert: Can you focus? You got ADHD or something?

Invisigal: Yes, fucker. Is it that obvious? 

Robert: Yes fucker, it is.

Invisigal: Well, answer the question. No use dragging it out.

Y/N: Chocolate covered glazed.

Invisigal: Ooo, plain Jane over here.

Generator: Proud of it. Cour- I mean Visi. (To Robert) And you?

Robert: Plain glazed. You happy? 

Invisigal: Not as happy with that glaze all over you, huh? Do you slap that donut all over your face for a little bit before you put in in your mouth? 

Robert: Yup. You got me. I love gobbling on hot sloppy donuts. Love from my mouth all the way to my-

Robert notices a few female Dispatchers. 

Robert: Howzit goin'? First day here.

You hold in a laugh.

Robert: Thanks for asking that you can get all your funny jokes out but can we please focus on the body in the room? 

Visi crouches over it.

Robert: What are you gonna do, poke it with a stick? Check his pulse. 

You do so, feeling it.

Generator: He hasn't flatlined. 

Invisigal: Good. I really didn't wanna have to lip this guy. So can we go now?

Robert: No. It's not a wellness check is a B&E. Let's figure out if the perp is still there.

Invisigal: Perp? B&E? Okey Lieutenant- fuck. I can't think of a character from a cop show. 

Robert: Cool, why don't you stay put and get to work on that while I get another camera up. 

Chase rises from his cubicle.

Chase: She's my least favorite. The worst of the lot. 

Robert: That shocks me. You both have similar energy. Might as well add Y/N in the mix too.

Chase: Y/N has his priorities straight. 

Robert: Right, how do I swap cameras? 

Chase: Just click there and you can cycle all cameras in the building. 

Robert: It's weird getting tech advice from an old person. 

Chase: Bro, I ain't even 40 yet. 

Robert: Weird hearing bro from an old person. 

Invisigal: Dan? Lieutenant Dan? Is that a thing?

Generator: Cop shows have been around for years, Vis. It's definitely a thing. 

Robert: Yes, I am the legless vet from Forest Gump. Sick burn. 

Suddenly the camera goes out. Robert hacks back into the system to go the kitchen camera, panning over to see a guy in the back. 

Invisigal: Where you at, LT?

Robert: Shut up, you're not alone. He's coming your way. Armed. You need to hide. 

Invisigal: Why are you whispering in my ear, idiot? 

Robert: Go, now!

You get behind cover, forming a smaller Mega Shield in one hand, and the other the cannon.  You ambush the crook, bashing him with the shield and firing at him. He dodges your shot as he fires back at you. You block his blasts. Visi bashes him upside his head with a donut tray as the frosting get beneath his cannon making it sizzle. Before he could get up, you step on his arm and lean down, smaller cords protrude from your fingers as they sink into the other cannon. Shutting it down. But the frosting causes an explosion.

Robert: Invisigal! Y/N! Are you okay?

The smoke clears. You're still standing. 

Generator: We're fine.

Invisigal: This guy, not so fine.

Generator: He's still breathing. 

Granny turns on his chest as Visi takes a hit from her inhaler. 

Robert: And where's the perp?

You look over to see the door closing. 

Y/N: Dammit, no way.

Cops arrive with the EMT.

Robert: You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Invisigal: This feels like a win to me. 

Generator: We sent him running with his tail between his legs at least.

Invisigal laughs.

Invisigal: We sure did.

Robert only takes his headset off and face palms. 

Chase: That was pretty good for a first day. Sometimes people, you know, get electrical burns. 

Robert: They disobeyed a direct order.

Chase: Well that's the issue. This isn't the army and these aren't soldiers. They're fucking super villains. 

Invisigal can be seen flipping off the cops as she's on the back of your Speed Bike. It swerves off. 

Chase: Look, why don't you take a breather? We can debrief with Blazer in a bit. (leans down and then comes back to hand Robert a dollar) Here. Get you a little something from the break room.

Robert; Are you sure you're not 80? 

Chase nearly snatches the dollar back as he chuckles. Robert walks off to the vending machine. 

The dollar is slid into the vending machine. Seconds later a pack of Twinkies drops at the bottom.

(A/N: I'm shocked AdHoc had enough dough to cover for product placement for the Twinkies lol)

Sonar screams, causing Robert to squeeze the twinkies. Robert puts another dollar in the machine to get another pack of twinkies, but you and Courtney lean out from the side of the machine, making Robert jump a bit and also crush the other pack.

Courtney: Hey.

Y/N: Big man Robbie. 

Robert: Ah shit...

Courtney: What kind of super hero flinches? 

he only walks over to the table.

Courtney: I didn't say which. Chill. 

The three of you sit together. 

Robert: If you had people trying to kill you for the past 15 years you'd be jumpy too. 

Courtney: What makes you think my life hasn't been any different? You think growing up surrounded by a buncha shitbag super villains would make you think that I didn't need to watch my back? 

Y/N: 'Sides Rob, you already know I spent my 15 years in the fucking correctional system. 

Robert: I just can't vanish, okay. I actually have to face my issues. 

Courtney: The fuck? 

Robert: You just can't go around and- 

Sonar: AAARGH!

Robert: Why's he screaming?

Courtney: His name's Sonar. 

Robert: Yeah, I know what sonar means. 

Sonar: What's up? 

Y/N: Then what's with all the questions? 

Robert: Uh, they were just explaining your- you know what? Never mind. Good shift. 

Sonar: This guy's weird.

Courtney: He is. Look, I just came by to celebrate the mission going well. Didn't mean to intrude on your little snack. What, do you it pre chewed like a little baby bird bitch?

Robert: Listen, you and Y/N disobeyed a direct order. How do you think it did? You trashed the place. The suspect got away and the client got hurt. I don't think when he called us he thought he'd be ending the day wanking it leftie cause pork rinded his other hand.

Y/N: Wasn't us. The frosting did that. He'll live. I had far worse injuries than just a burn. 

Robert: Fact of the matter is, that shit didn't need to happen. We could have had an outcome where the client didn't need to get hurt and get the perp if you had fucking listened to me. And I can't believe you-

Sonar screams again.

Robert: What now?

Sonar is holding a handheld coffee grinder. Robert returns his focus to you and Courtney.

Robert: I make the calls. Not you. 

Y/N: Jesus, has being behind a desk rotten your brain or what? The guy had to go down, so that's what happened. 

Courtney: Here's some advice. You're right at home behind that desk cause you're no hero. You were a nerd playing dress up in a suit your daddy made. Now, you're a twitchy little bitch turtle without his shell. A real hero puts their ass on the line. Like Y/N. A real hero can't just push a button to make their issues vanish. 

Robert: The suit isn't what made me a superhero. It was how I did my fucking job that made me Mecha Man. Based on what I saw today, you wouldn't last a day as Mecha Man. Cause there isn't a single mech suit in the universe that can stop you from being a selfish little fucking asshole.

Courtney gets up with a growl. Kicking the chair away and going invisible. She opens the door. 

Courtney: (reappears, screaming in his face) Feel bad! Good. Fuck you!

Courtney delivers a mean hook to his face, making him fall over. You leave with Courtney.

Sonar only stands over Robert.

Sonar: You gonna eat those twinks?

Robert: That's not what they're... you know what? Help yourself.

You're sitting on the front of the SDN. The sun is setting. Courtney sits next to you with a cig in her mouth.

Y/N: Hey.

Courtney: Hey. I can't stomach that guy! Can you?

Y/N: I mean... he has my sympathy some points but as just I saw, he's pretty bratty.

Courtney: You think?

Courtney blows out the smoke. She offers the cig to you, you decline.

Courtney: Suit yourself.

As she continues to smoke, she hits your shoulder. Just not as hard as she hit Robert.

Courtney: I fucking missed you. 

Y/N: As did I.

Courtney: I was going to try to hit the town with you, but Robert pissed me off badly. You're free to do whatever.

Y/N: It's all good.

Courtney takes out her phone to tap it against yours. Your phone buzzes. Turning it on you see Courtney's number in your notifications. 

Courtney: Gimme a call sometime. Whenever I'm not too pissed.

Courtney kisses your cheek as she leaves going invisible.

You head back inside SDN to spot Blonde off to the side away from prying eyes.

Blonde Blazer: We're still on for tonight right? 

Y/N: Yep.

Blonde stops you.

Blonde Blazer: If I'm being honest... I've been meaning to do something like this for a while, besides from being a hero. I just... want to be Mandy for once.

Y/N: Mand- Blonde, you're my boss. I'm your worker, I can't do it. Would there be an HR violation if I did this?

Mandy: They won't know. None of them will. I'll make sure of that. Please, I need this. All I know is the hero life so much that I'm starting to forget my normal life.

You look away for a moment, then look back.

Y/N: Okay. I'll do it. If that's what it means for you to remember what you are without the suit on.

Mandy smiles.

Mandy: Thank you. You won't regret this.

She walks off.

Minutes later.

Chase and Robert are sitting in her office, Robert has a bloody tissue up his nose as you're just standing outside it. 

Blonde Blazer: (sitting behind her desk) What happened to your nose? 

Chase: Here we go...

Robert: Oh, I... tripped down and bumped my head. 

Blonde Blazer: Right, when I think of someone bumping their head it's the back of their head. Your nose, your bloody nose, is in the location as your eyes.

Robert: Right. Yeah. I guess I bumped my face then. 

Blonde Blazer focuses.

Blonde Blazer: We're here to assess Robert's first shift and asides from whatever... happened there, I thought it was great. 

Robert: What?

Blonde Blazer: I was watching on the monitor. All the work you did dispatching. I don't think the Z-Team has had a better shift than that. 

Chase: We just need to confront the fact that ti might be the best they can do. Especially how Granny went. 

Blonde Blazer: The Granny situation wasn't ideal, but I've seen far worse with Invisigal. 

Chase: Let's be real. She's not making it.

You only roll your eyes knowing it's not true.

Blonder Blazer: She's difficult to work with, sure, but I see a lot of promise in her. Really. Even the other Z-Teamers respect her and Y/N. This includes Tora too. 

Chase: No, they're scared of her.

Robert: I should have done better. Maybe a couple wires got crossed towards the end there, I could've been more clear with her. 

Chase: You crossed zero wires. She crossed them for you. 

Blonde Blazer: Look Robert, you should be proud. The bar is very low with this group. 

Robert: It's not low for me. Look I like to make a joke and keep things light as much as they next person, but when it comes to work, I'm not fucking around here. If you want the Phoenix Program to survive, the bar needs to go up.

Blonde Blazer: And how would we go about doing that?

Robert: By treating the Z-Team like what they are. A bunch of super villains. And leading a super villain team takes a different approach than a superhero team. I need to be around them. I need to see I'm all in, and they need to match that energy. 

Chase: Some tough love. 

Robert: The only kind I know. The only version they'll respond to. I'm not saying everyone will make it. They won't. And I'm not saying it won't get spicy. It will. But when it does, I need you all to trust me to handle it. I don't want you stepping in. They need to respect me. Even if I don't have the powers. 

Blonde only smiles.

Blonde Blazer: Okay. We'll do it your way. We'll get them all in a room and introduce them to their new super villain leader. 

Robert: I can't promise it'll work. I can only promise I'll do my best.

Chase: Ha. No fucking way it's going to work. But it'll be fun to watch. 

Blonde Blazer: Chase, some optimism please?

Chase sighs.

Chase: God damnit, alright. I also promise to do my best.

You step out of SDN.

Blonde Blazer: Hey. I want you know, us fixing your suit is not contingent on fixing the Z-Team. I wouldn't do that to you. 

Robert: That's good to know. 

Blonde Blazer: But don't worry about that. I'm just really glad you're here. I think we're going to do some great things together. 

Robert: I'm uh, I'm glad to be here too.

Blonde looks at Robert for a moment.

Blonde: Actually, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's a little awkward to mention but since the other night, I-

Robert spots your shadow floating down from the sky. Boogie Pack and all.

Y/N: I'm getting cramps from sitting down too long, are you ready yet Blondie?

You land down, kissing her cheek. Blonde blushes as this takes Robert by storm.

Y/N: Oh, if you were trying to get with Blonde, no hard feelings right? I'm sure there's another lady out there for you.

Robert: ...Yeah. No hard feelings. None at all.

Y/N: So in that case, we can just carry business as normal tomorrow. And the days after that. I believe in you though. I know you'll be able to find your special someone. Hey, I can still make it up to you. Mand- I mean Blonde and I going to a restaurant in Tokyo to celebrate my first day. (As you're talking Mandy silently mouths "No" to Robert) I mean, I hold nothing against you. I wanna see you prosper as much as the rest of us do, dude. But you kiiinda went off the handle at Visi so... things happen. Then again, I know there's one more seat at the place. 

Robert: I'm grateful, Y/N. But... I gotta get home to my dog.

Y/N: And I don't see anything wrong with that. Make sure you spoil them, okay?

You and Robert chuckle.

Robert: If I only had the money to do so.

Y/N: You'll be rolling in it soon.  

Blonde quietly mouths "Thank you" behind your back. She then gets into your arms.

Blonde Blazer: He flies more faster than I do.

Y/N: Could you... scoot back?

Robert does so.

Y/N: Little more?

He does it again.

Y/N: Tiny bit more.

And again.

Y/N: There we go.

You form the Boogie Pack on your back as the nanites form an air protection mask around your face. You zoom off from the parking lot bringing the lot down away from Robert. Leaving him alone in the parking lot.