If it hadn't been for the scream, Static might not have noticed the struggle at all. He'd been on patrol just like he told the others he was, but he was disappointed. The JLA in his time seemed so much more..proficient. He couldn't really blame them though. They weren't even working with half a team. So he'd suck it up. Virgil helped as much as he could by taking on patrols, trying to look organized. It was hard. He was only fifteen, what did they expect? Once he joined that the dysfunction would just magically be gone? Truth was the only real pressure was probably coming from himself. Richie always said he was his own worst critic.
Teenagers didn't magically fix teams. No matter how much they may want too. He was accepting that, but that didn't mean he was happy. Static flew in low. Electricity trailing behind his flying disk. As far as stealth went it wasn't the most sneaky of rides. But it was sort of his signature. "Hey. Yeah I'm talkin to you, tall, dark, and ugly. " Virgil called from just above Venom, throwing down a bolt of static electricity at the creature's backside. "Woah talk about your creature feature. Where did you come from..the place in the back of the fridge where everything gets all fuzzy?" He quipped as he hopped off the disk and got a better view from the front.
Fangs. Teeth. Black goop. "Or was your mom the creature from the black lagoon?" More snark. It was what he excelled at. If there were a dictionary of super heroes, look under snark and you'd find Static. He was proud of his snarking skills. It was all part of his tactic. Get the villain all pissed off so they weren't paying attention, and then pull the rug out from under their feet. Underhanded? Maybe. Affective, always. Virgil never claimed to play fair. Afterall, unlike most of the other heroes he had nobody to show him the ropes. He made things up as he went along.