BB and Wondergirl's hair
A/N: Hey sorry I'm so late, but with school starting and all that just didn't have time. Here it is. The hair care solution was one I tried for a friend to get rid of her frizz for a school dance but that in no way means it works for everyone. Please if you have other ways use them first. Thank you.
Disclaimer- This is not mine. Young Justice and Blue Beetle doesn't belong to me.
Jaime was just getting used to this whole being on a team thing. It was cool; sure, Superboy was a little moody, Gar was a little annoying, and Lagoon boy was a bit temperamental, but everyone was nice enough, even if they all thought he was insane. To give them credit though, if Jaime saw some dude talking to himself he'd probably think the same thing. However despite them all being great Jaime just didn't feel at place with them. They all had superpowers and super strength or extreme training or a combonation. All he had to offer was his own crazy little self.
"I do not think that you are crazy, but if you wish I can do a contemporary scan of your brain and see where you stand mentally," the scarab helpfully chimed up.
"NO! That, uh, that's ok scarab I don't need one. I know I'm not crazy it's just everyone else…" Jaime trailed off.
"Yeah, easy for you to say."
Suddenly Jaime heard a scream from the end of the hall. That sounded like Wondergirl! Jaime raced down the hall and ran into her room and found…nothing. There wasn't anyone there.
"Scans read that she is in the bathroom, but she is fully clothed. What kind of bathroom activity…" the scarab said.
"Sh," Jaime responded then called out, "Cassie? You there chica?"
"Jaime?" came a soft voice from the bathroom, "What are you doing in here?"
"I heard you scream; you got a good sound."
"Oh geez sorry about that."
"No worries... Ah you okay?"
"Y-Yeah, yeah just um *SNIFF* fixing up my hair."
"I hate to ask but are you crying?"
"No! *SOB* No I'm not!"
Now Jaime was curious. What made Wondergirl cry?!
"Cassie? What's wrong?"
"Nothing! Go away!"
Ah he knew that tone. He heard it with Brenda and Milagro all the time; Cass was just having girl issues, "Just wondering if I could help. Is it your hair? You want help?"
"It's fine! It's just hair…" Cassie whimpered.
Jaime chuckled, "Cassie look I've been around long enough to know it's never just hair. You want me to come in and take a look at it? I'm actually pretty good."
"No," she insisted, "I'm OW! Oh why not?!"
Cassie flung open the door with enough force to rip a person's leg off and Jaime suddenly felt really happy that he hadn't had his hand on the doorknob. He immediately saw the problem; actually his sister had it once before and he had been the one to fix it. Cassie's hair was so frizzy it looked kind of like an afro. She looked like she'd been crying for a while and had mascara tracks running down her face.
"Well?" Cassie demanded, "Can you fix it? It's hopeless right?! Oh no I promised Jake I'd go with him to the dance, but I cant go like this! All I wanted to do was straighten my hair but when I put the spray on and plus this awful humidity and-and I tried washing it but…"
"Cassie! Calm down," Jaime told her, "Now look do you have any lotion or conditioner?"
"*SNIFF* I got lotion."
"Good get that."
Cassie got the lotion and then a brush and a spray can of water, and Jaime got to work. He first wet the brush and thoroughly brushed out Cassie's long blonde hair. Then he ran a towel down her hair and dried it. He then applied a tiny bit of lotion to the frizzed up parts of her hair and smoothed it out and brushed again. He repeated the process another time until the hair wasn't frizzy anymore. Then he tucked her bangs behind her ears and tied her hair into a loose bun. By the time he was done Cassie's hair was beautiful and her eyes were shining. She thanked him over and over again. By the time she ran (flew) out to make it to her dance Jaime was thoroughly thanked and convinced he'd done the right thing.
Jaime also learned something that day. The memebers of the team were, deep deep down for some of them, just like regular teens. Guys played games and girls cried about hair, and boys, and dances. He wasn't alone; he still did talk to his alien tech attached to his spine and looked like a schizo, but hey, baby steps.