Her surroundings were unfamiliar as she was not in Star City. She knew that for sure. She had grown up in Star City with her father, mother and sister. Other than that she only knew one thing, she was very much in love. Although the man she loved cared for her, he chose to be in a relationship with somebody else.

She walked along the dark, dusty streets until she came upon the neon lights of a bar. She walked inside and thought to order a drink. Digging into her pockets, she found nothing- no money...

A late 30's aged man eyed her and this felt like her only way home.

"I-I don't know what day it is" she nervously croaked to him.

"Are you alright?" the man said, suddenly very seriously.

"I escaped, I was kidnapped two years ago, I think" she responded.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Laurel. Laurel Lance".

"Okay, Laurel. I am Commissioner Gordon. You're in Gotham City. Are you from Gotham?"

"Star City" Laurel said half-confidently.

Commissioner Gordon shook his head "Laurel, how did you get to Gotham. You must have some idea".

Laurel was staring at her mirrored reflection in unstocked an bar shelf. She had a deep cut on her cheek and was bleeding from a wound in her chest. She felt no pain at all. "Where I am from they think I am dead. I remember my death I think". She lowered her voice just above a whisper "Commissioner, I have to get back to Star City".

Commissioner Gordon scratched his head "Okay Laurel, but I am not sending you home with a target on your back. You escaped from captivity, somebody very dangerous is still looking for you".

Laurel thought back her field experience before her "murder" and kidnapping. "I can handle myself", she said unhappily "If only you knew the number of thug asses I kicked in Star City".

"Do you know anything about your kidnapper?" Comissioner Gordon asked, ignoring Laurel's previous remark. Laurel groaned. She hated all his question. "What I know is I have an alcoholic father and a group of close friends in the city I love. The sooner this conversation ends, the sooner my journey home begins" Laurel hotly declared.

"Have it your way, Ms. Lance" said Commissioner Gordon. "But let me find you a place to sleep- for as long as you're in Gotham".