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Most of the time that Kendra had to spend with the rest of the Justice Gang, since that was apparently their official name now, was only when they were actively dealing with some kind of threat. So, she was willing to set aside the headache that Guy and Metamorpho usually gave her in favor of helping save whatever world they’d been called in for. But, having to wait around the Hall of Justice for some meeting with other heroes for some arbitrary issue that Hawkgirl’s input wasn’t going to be needed for, let alone actually listened to, wasn’t worth the headache she was already getting just thinking about having to be around those two.
Before Metamorpho had joined their group, which Kendra had advocated for, it was already annoying enough to deal with Guy’s overinflated ego on a frequent enough basis. But, since Metamorpho had joined them, his constant, genuine praise of almost everything Guy said, it had made both of them unbearable to be around. Even more annoyingly, Mister Terrific would just pull up his red bubble thing and block out their nonsense, continuing whatever he was working on without slowing down in the slightest. All Kendra could do was lock herself in her room in the Hall of Justice and just wait until the duo lost interest in bothering her. (Even when she’d told them honestly that she needed to work on some school assignments, the two were so certain that she was lying.) But even then, that usually meant Kendra had to listen to them yelling through her door for nearly an hour, trying to lure her back out.
Unfortunately for her, before she’d even gotten to the Hall of Justice to wait around for their latest stupid meeting, Kendra already had a massive headache when she landed in front of the building. Her finals were just a few weeks away, and she was already usually a bit behind her classmates due to her hero job, so now she was stuck playing catch-up while trying to prepare for the tests, and she could still see the compounds she’d been studying for her chemistry class floating around whenever she closed her eyes.
To make her day even worse, in a more expected way at least, she hadn’t even crossed the threshold to the Hall of Justice before she’d already been spotted by Metamorpho. “Eaglelady!” He called across the still largely vacant lobby.
“It’s Hawkgirl,” Kendra corrected him, “Metamorpho, or Kendra.”
“Are you sure?” He returned, still projecting his voice as if they were still across the room from each other, and not a few feet apart, “Because Guy said it was Eaglelady.”
It had taken less than 2 minutes from arriving at the Hall of Justice for her headache to start evolving into a migraine. “Don’t listen to him, he’s an idiot, and wrong. It’s Hawkgirl, seriously.” Kendra explained to him, again, and seemingly not for the last time either, “Did you need something? Because I’ve really got to go study.”
“Oh, right, study.” Metamorpho replied, sounding like the word was still a foreign concept to him, “I mean, I guess, it’s not like super important, I guess, but I just wanted to get your thoughts on a few things. But it can wait until later, I guess.” He had always been painfully truthful and upfront in the time that Kendra had known him, so she knew he was being honest when he asked for her thoughts on something. And the genuine sadness in his voice due to her lack of attention tugged at Kendra’s heartstrings. But not enough for her to change her mind.
“We can talk about it later, alright, I just really need to go study,” Kendra explained as they passed into the first hallway of the Hall of Justice, marking the quarter mark of Kendra’s route to her room in the building, only to be stopped by a glowing green wall. “Guy, you fucking asshole!” Kendra shrieked, which didn’t help her headache, but did lure Guy from wherever he’d been, “I am really not in the mood for your shit today, alright? Move your stupid wall.”
The first thing he said was, “My wall is not stupid!” Which he followed up with, “I cannot allow you to pass until you help us settle a dispute, one in which I am clearly in the right and he is in the wrong.”
“Can’t you guys ask literally anyone else right now?” Kendra returned, kicking the green wall that was still blocking her way, which prompted Guy to take it down, and as she continued on her way towards her room, Kendra continued, “I have other shit to do right now, go bother someone else, please. And in like a month, I’ll have all the time in the world to deal with your shit.”
For most of the walk down to her room, surprisingly, Guy and Metamorpho talked relatively quietly with each other, but of course, it was as soon as she could see the door to her room, Guy asked, “What do you have to do that is so important, Eaglelady?”
“Hawkgirl!” Kendra snapped back, their footsteps stopped a few feet behind her as Kendra unlocked her room’s door, she muttered under her breath, “pauvre crétin.” When she’d realized that Guy didn’t understand French, and she’d taken it throughout high school, if he wasn’t ready to translate it, she could say whatever insults she wanted
“What was that?” Guy shouted after her, but Kendra quickly shut and locked her door behind her before either of them could sneak in. While Kendra dropped her backpack full of textbooks and notes onto the bed, one of the two continuously knocked at her door for a little while before they eventually stopped.
She got to continue studying for her chemistry final for maybe thirty minutes or so before there was yet another knock at her door. “Allez-vous en!” Kendra shouted at the door, which quickly reminded her of the headache she still had lingering around. When there was another knock at the door, she once more shouted in the door’s direction, “Va te faire foutre!”
“Alright, got it,” Mister Terrific called back through the door, his voice not portraying any kind of reaction to Kendra telling him to go away and fuck off, “I’ll leave you alone, but if you need to talk, I am here for you.” Kendra didn’t know for sure if Michael knew French or could just translate it instantaneously, but he always seemed to know what she said in either language. She had quickly abandoned her studying and was pulling open the door to Mister Teriffic’s, as usual, unimpressed face as he added, “I told them to fuck off and leave you alone, but we both know that won’t last for too long.”
“Oh, uh, thanks, Michael,” Kendra replied, feeling incredibly awkward, “Sorry for uh, sorry for telling you to fuck off and everything.”
While most people had found him to be hard to read and intimidating, Kendra hadn’t had those kinds of issues most of the time, until it was in situations where she felt incredibly self-conscious. Like she was now. “It’s fine, I promise, Kendra,” Micheal assured her, opening his arms up in a rare opportunity of physical affection, which Kendra wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to get a hug from him, “As much as I think it’s great that you’re taking your school work so seriously, you need to go take a nap or lay down before this meeting. Because you are being a bitch right now, and you need a break.”
“Ugh, fine.” Kendra groaned in reply, still wrapped in his hug, “Whatever you say, Dad.”