DC Heroes: Wake Up Call

Hi there young heroes! Welcome to DC Heroes: Wake Up Call, a DC AU where we are young teens in high school (and related guys) that just happen to be heroes. Mostly OCs, but you can be a lesser canon character like Batman Jones or an Amazon mentioned a few times.

The DC verse is enormous, fella. It doesn't matter who you are, an alien, a member of the Fair Folk or just the common metahuman. If your origins don't contradict the main heroes' origins, you are ok to live (or die and resurrect, if you prefer it) there.

You are a freshman (or woman), sophomore or even a junior in Ivy Town High (the janitor thing is reserved to Afters). The Atom sometimes comes to explain some stuff after defeating a villain there. But you actually have powers (or training and gadgets). And you are gonna be a (anti-)hero(ine).

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First day of high school at Ivy Town High. According to the census, there is a 40% of a supervillain attacking, 30% of someone getting a freak lab accident and a 85% of the Atom having to come. But most importantly, there is a 100% of something special happening.

Edited by JTTWlover on Nov 28th 2019 at 8:19:19 PM

A dark-haired, glasses-wearing Asian girl gets out of a bright red car next to the school door.

"Thanks for the lift, Uncle Xie!" She says to the man in red driving the car.

"No need to thank me, take care there!" Answers the already leaving driver.

She turns around, contemplates the building, and with a sigh of relief, enters through the door.

The school bus drives into the school parking lot, and drops off the kids. A boy wearing a white T-shirt, black gym shorts, untied tennis shoes, and an apple core hair accessory leaves the bus.

A nasally voice says, "I'm telling my mommy!", then stomps angrily off the bus and into the school.

Inside the school doors, a big burly man in a janitor uniform greets the students with a wide smile.

"Welcome to Ivy Town High, new students!" He exclaims. "I hope you enjoy your first day!"

The Asian girl smiles.

"Thanks, Mr. Janitor!"

"I don't think I will."

Caitlin smiles at the janitor on her way in. "Thanks. Hopefully I will."

She tucks a strand of white hair behind her ear, and fidgets with a thick metal cuff-bracelet on her wrist. Her parents have already left.

"Oh." The janitor seems a bit taken aback by the boy's response. "Well, I'm willing to bet you'll have changed your mind by the end of the day!"

"This school really is a beauty, there's somethin' here for everyone. If you find yourself not havin' a good time, just come see ol' Ron and I'll help you set it right. Alright?" His bushy beard shifts and his eyes squint up into a wide, reassuring smile.

"Look, some boys threw an apple core in my hair! Do you really think that that is the start of a great day? Huh? Huh?"

Robert (the boy's name) brushes the core from his hair onto the floor. He then stomps all the way to homeroom.

Edited by Playing_with_boy on Nov 27th 2019 at 4:25:46 AM

Amelia would have ridden up on a unicycle if she could've, but she settled for just hitching a ride in her parents' SUV instead. Upon reaching the school, she practically bounded out and made sure her hair was as mussed as she had planned; bounding in after the others and momentarily placing her mask across her face in what was apparently a cackling greeting to the janitor.

Seemed like a cheerful enough fellow. She lingered for but a moment to stroll up to him, and with her mask still held over her face with her left hand she produced a bright yellow flower out from her right-hand sleeve with a flourish. If she was going to make a greeting, she might as well make it a proper one.

Now firmly affixing her mask in place, she waved her hand with a second loud cackle to him and hefted her rather heavy (and strangely long and thin) bag over her shoulder as she pressed onwards. She barely acknowledged her fellow students for now, merely flicking her head between them briefly to keep track of them all. She'd get to know them better soon enough.

Already a colourful bunch so far.

Stéphanie walks through with headphones on. Obnoxiously blasting "Big Pimpin'" by UGK & Jay-Z, she walks on through with sunglasses, a baggy white shirt and some sweatpants, sipping from a 7-11 slurpie in her hand. She ignores everyone, but stops for the janitor.

"Aren't you the toilet plunger?"

Edited by KeironCioran on Nov 27th 2019 at 1:09:11 AM

Robert enters his homeroom; Mr. Arthur, the study hall "teacher" (does teaching happen in study hall?); and sits down at the right-most desk in the class. He puts his right elbow on top of the tissue box in an attempt to look cool, and succeeds. For about five seconds.

Edited by Playing_with_boy on Nov 27th 2019 at 4:24:19 AM

The janitor looks on solemnly as the boy stomps away. He'll be fine, he assures himself. He'll get over it eventually.

"Oh!" He exclaims as Amelia stops to produce a flower from her sleeve. "For me? Why, thank you!" His cheeks flush pink as he accepts the flower, waving goodbye to her as she continues down the hall. What an interesting character.

He's pulled from his thoughts as Stephanie stops to talk to him. "Er, well... I do plunge toilets," He chuckles awkwardly. "But my job is a lot more than that. Every day I make sure to keep every inch of this school spotless, so you kids and the staff can be in the perfect environment to do your absolute best!"

Although planning a snazzy remark his response makes her chuckle a little. She feels a little fuzzy in the face because of it, feeling a bit..... warm inside

"Well, you keep on believing that 'til little 'ol five and below chromosomes that just passed us takes a shit on the floor and says it's a sweet potato."

She says continuing to homeroom

Edited by KeironCioran on Nov 27th 2019 at 6:46:31 AM

In front of the school is an incredibly anachronistic phone booth. The pay phone begins ringing. After two rings, the handset falls off the hook. There's a brief flash of blue light, and a bluish-white haired teenage person is standing in the phone booth. Sprite picks up the phone and puts it back in place, then hurries into the school building worried the he/she is late. Sprite waves to the janitor as she/he races past.

Edited by Nodrog on Nov 27th 2019 at 6:17:43 AM

Robert notices that his noses his running, and attempts to grab a tissue. He fails miserably; falling out of his chair and hitting his head onto the carpeted floor hard as the tissue box goes flying across the room, landing straight on the left arm of a female student. Mr. Arthur then yells at Robert for throwing the tissue box at the female student.

As usual, Shi's parents were too busy to swing by—even on his first day at a new school, it seemed, so with some conniving and convincing he'd gotten one of his (equally busy) siblings to drop him off nearby. For someone who had to be away on business trips half the time, his mother was incredibly doting; Shi was still rolling his eyes in annoyance at the amount of times she'd tried to call him by the time he walked into the school.

It looked like a janitor was out front greeting the students when he arrived. One of them flashed a horrific-looking clown mask at him and produced a flower from her sleeve akin to how a street magician would, another magically appeared out of thin air from a phone booth and sprinted past them all without a word. He supposed that was one way to make an impression.

That wasn't what the boy was here to do, though; he preferred starting over with less infamy than he'd already gained. All Shi would offer Ron when he walked in was a simple "Thanks!" and a cheery wave...as his belongings inexplicably floated in the air behind him. Oh well.

Sprite slipped into the homeroom, ignoring the fuss about a tissue box and trying to find a seat in the back.

The Asian girl was so busy thinking about where the homeroom was going to be to take care about the unusual stuff in the front, that if seen by a teacher, would be a revolt that would need Atom’s help.

She turns to Caitlin while scurrying in the corridor.

"Hi! My name is Lanjing, but you can call me Lottie! What’s yours?

"Caitlin," she says, avoiding eye contact at first before meeting her gaze. "My name's Caitlin."

"Nice name. In which class are you? Mine is Class 2."

It took Amelia a little while to find the homeroom, but once she did she flopped down onto the nearest seat and made sure to prop her elongate bag down underneath her desk—which rather worryingly landed with a heavy ‘clunk’ noise. Propping her feet up on top of the desk, she positioned her mask half on her face so she could just about peek out with one eye; proceeding to then place her hands behind her head and lean back in her seat.

It was a test, mainly. To see what she could get away with. Not that she minded, either way. It was more a performance that she wanted to flaunt, but if that was against the rules she'd just adapt accordingly. As it stood, she didn't really want to be identified as anything by anyone just yet. Excluding of course a mild eccentric.

"Rob, please go to the principal's office for throwing a tissue box at other people."

Robert sadly leaves the homeroom, as the other students start laughing at him. The walk to the principal's office seems to take a long time.

"Still isn't going well, huh?"

Ron the Janitor is suddenly walking along with Robert, looking down at him empathetically. "Don't let it get you down too much. I'm sure the day will turn in your favor just yet."

Sprite fidgeted, tapping on the desk. Hopefully, the teacher would soon be revealing if the class was really going to do combat ranking tests on the first day or not. It wasn't that Sprite WANTED to punch someone into a bloody mess, Sprite was just anxious to know how her/his powers stacked up against the other students.