++++++ Yes this is another fic.
I can't help myself.
This is a part of MY DC-verse. So it will have appearances from all my DC OC's as well as the familiar faces we know and love.
My inspiration for the character of Faith Grayson is Jessica Jones so there will be some similarities in character but this is DC not Marvel.
I hope you enjoy.
I do not own ++++++
Full Summery:
Scorpio Detective Agency is open for business! Faith Grayson is good at solving puzzles and finding things that want to stay hidden, so becoming a PI was the only logical thing to do. It was supposed to be exciting, thrilling…but she's bored shitless. Trailing cheating spouses is not what she had in mind. By accident, her entire world comes crashing down when one night she stumbles on a meeting of legends with a link to her past...
Pairings:
OCxUnknown (at this moment)
OliverxFelicity
RiverxRoy
SukixDick
CharliexLeonard
^^^ Just like in my fics
One
Cheaters are good for business.
That's the sad truth when you become a Private Investigator, but cheaters ARE good for business.
The world is full of all kinds of people. The good, the bad, the rotten and the downright nasty. It was Faith Grayson's to investigate them all.
How good is it for someone to be so cynical and have no faith in the human race when they're only twenty-one? Not good according to her parents.
With such a high IQ and natural talent for puzzles, Faith could have been anything she wanted. At the age of fourteen Faith had graduated high school before moving onto university. There she studied criminology and forensic psychology and graduated at nineteen she jumped straight into getting her PI license. Thus the Scorpio Detective Agency was born (named after her complete love for all things scorpion).
Once she took a job, Faith never backed down until she got what she wanted. She was stubborn and ruthless, refusing to shy back from the truth never caring who it hurt or why. People came to her and it was usually their age that turned them off but she'd always get the job done-when confirming that a spouse is cheating was always met with a bitter reaction. Missing relatives were her favourite and occasionally she'd get a job that had her working side-by-side with the police but not always.
Being a PI was a thankless task but someone had to do it.
Every job she took, every case she closed seemed to be the same old thing not matter how she handled it. But this job…this job was different. Following her target from a small café with literally no name, Faith made her perch across the street on the roof of the building watching the top apartment.
Why the fuck do people always have sexual liaisons with their window open?
"Take it off, Mrs Austin," Faith muttered. "Shake your booty."
She took the photos and sat back to look at the pictures. "Sorry Mr Austin," she shrugged, looking at the pictures. This one she did kind of feel bad for. Cyrus Austin was a businessman who had come to Faith to confirm if his wife was cheating on him. She was-with another woman-Faith's on again, off again girlfriend Odette Summer's.
"Too easy," she muttered. She flicked a strand of her black curls out of her face and focused again on the scene in front of her. Back at her office/apartment, Faith had hundreds of memory cards filled with photos of criminals, people faking disability, people trading office secrets, cheaters and much more.
Sometimes she wished she had a partner, someone to talk to other than her own mind when she was on a stakeout.
Turning around, Faith let her eyes wonder over the city of Metropolis. Such a beautiful place this city was, especially when there was a full moon. Alongside the Scorpio Detective Agency which always brought in a steady stream of money, Faith would put her artistic talent to good use as a part time photographer.
Crime solving PI by night.
Birthday, wedding and special event photographer by day.
Life was hectic.
Life was busy.
Her jaw dropped, almost to the ground as she looked over the top of her camera. "No freaking way," Faith muttered. She hit the zoom button and zeroed in on the image of seven people standing on the top of a nearby roof. These figures she recognised from the media, the internet, artwork on the street-hell she even had some clothes with the famous Flash lightning bolt on it.
Never in her life had she seen them unmasked before.
"Oh my god," she gasped, zooming in on Oliver Queen. She clicked his picture and moved on to River Harper and repeated the process. She paused as her final picture was that of Bruce Wayne, billionaire CEO of Wayne Technology…and the man who was practically her uncle. "Heroes unmasked," Faith smirked.
She zoomed out to take a second picture of the group only to have the woman wearing the red and black colours of Blüdhaven's Black Wolf spot her. "Oh shit," Faith muttered. She took the memory card out, hiding it in her bra before she shoved her camera back in her backpack and zipped it up as she ran towards the opposite end of the building. Faith looked back as she climbed down the fire escape-the group was gone which she knew didn't bode well for her.
When Faith reached the alley were the Charger was parked she got flattened against the side panel. Her backpack was gone and standing at the end of the alley in the light was the Central City Flash holding her camera. "Give that back," Faith snapped.
"Well if I gave it back we'd kind of a have a problem."
"We wear masks for a reason." Standing on the roof above her was the Green Arrow, his bow in his hands but no arrow notched.
"You got it?" On the other roof above her stood Starling City's Shade beside the Black Wolf.
Flash nodded. "Got it."
"Hey!" Faith snapped as he flashed away. "That's my camera, asshole!" She looked around to find that she was alone in the alley, her bag dumped on the hood of her car, sans camera. The PI got into her car and drove out of the alley. It was only when she got a few blocks away that Faith pulled over. She dug around glove box looking for her old spare camera.
"It's a fucking goldmine," she grinned, flicking through the images. Finally when she got to the last one, she felt her heart sink in her chest. Bruce Wayne, billionaire CEO of Wayne Technology was a man with many secrets. He'd been such a huge part of her life, paying for university and some other things that she'd needed growing up. His role in her life was one of an absent uncle who came around once or twice a year to see her, sending money on Christmas and her birthday. Once or twice Faith had asked her parents what kind of relation he was but aside from telling her that she was adopted and her family had been killed, she knew nothing of her old life, there was a giant gap where her memories should have been.
"What are you up to Uncle Bruce?" she whispered.
