Green Lantern's Protégée

36: "What type of knight would I be if I puked on my princess?"

Mount Justice

December 1, 10:01 EDT

Cyra yelped as a hot spark flew off from the inner workings of the scrappy insides of the robotic carcass laid on the metal table before her. Red Tornado's burnt and ruined siblings severed limbs were scattered about like puzzle pieces Cyra needed to put back together. A drawn-out groan left her lips as she rubbed her eyelids roughly.

For all the robotic classes and the beginning of a light bulb flickering with ideas in her head, the robots were pure junk and Cyra banging on them with a wrench wasn't going to change anything.

"I suck," Cyra admitted. Thankfully, there was no response.

Cyra attached some charges to the robots interiors, the place where Cyra would describe as their hearts, laughed maniacally, then did an old Frankenstein press of a button. Electricity flowed through the cables, jolting the robots in their sleep.

A pillar of steam rose upwards, but the androids didn't so much as twitch.

Cyra's nostrils flared and she threw the nearest hammer sharply. A sharp clang echoed in the garage of the Cave.

"I believe this is where I say ow," Red Tornado's voice cut in from behind her, causing the Green Lantern to spin around, shuffling on her feet sheepishly.

"Sorry, RT, didn't see you there," Cyra apologized.

"It is because you weren't looking." Red Tornado walked into the room, his empty eye sockets instantly flickering to his siblings that were trapped under Cyra's cables. Cyra imagined it must look like what she could imagine walking into her house and seeing her family slaughtered on the floor would.

Cyra quickly swept a white sheet over the table, but that just made the shapes beneath appear more like bodies instead of clumps of metal and gears.

"Your sass is always appreciated, RT. Is there something you want?"

"How are you doing, Green Lantern? You seem awfully focused on my siblings. I just care to remind you, this is not your doing and you have no obligation to restore them to their original capacities."

Cyra figured if Red Tornado was human, concern would have been laced in his voice.

"It's not a problem, RT, I have the time on my hands. It's not like I'm a teenage superhero or anything like that," Cyra shrugged him off to start putting the tools away. "If it makes you feel better, I'm done for the day anyway."

"I don't feel, Green Lantern."

Cyra patted his iron chest, causing a clinking sound. "I know. And I made a promise to them that I'll fix them up. Too bad my robotic class doesn't have a week on rebuilding once-evil androids."

"That would be a useful addition to the American educational curriculum," Red Tornado agreed.

"I know right!" Cyra exclaimed as she finished packing up her stuff, sliding it under the table her scraps were sitting on. She walked by, bidding Red Tornado goodbye with a wave over her shoulder when her ring started to buzz on her finger. Cyra's mood turned sour before tapping the button on the top.

"Cyra, hey, what's up?" Hal's voice came crackling over the ring's personal PA system.

"I've been trying to talk to you forever!" Cyra shouted into her ring with a flourish of hand motions. "Steve broke into my house and I had to go all Green Lantern ninja on him!"

"I hate that guy," Hal spoke with dripping disgust. "Want me to beat him up?"

"I already did, but I won't stop you—wait, is that explosions?"