Hello all, after a long hiatus, I'm back! Hope you enjoy the story. But first a few warnings: This is a fic focused mainly on an OC (Introduced in my last fic I Come In Peace). Don't like it? Don't read it. But let me assure you I don't do Mary Sues, I like my characters well rounded, thanks. Also, for the Question fans, yes, this is upsetting...

All I can say is this: Trust me.

Question Reality

No one was quite prepared when the masked man fired his weapon. The mission had been almost laughable really. Some nut got his hands on a fancy weapon and his first thought was to rob a bank. In the middle of the day. While half the Justice League was meeting with the Mayor on the same block, and a couple others were patrolling their own leads. He'd made it out of the building, one had to give him that, but with four League members surrounding him, and Green Arrow announcing his presence on a nearby rooftop, arrow notched and ready, it really was time to drop the weapon and go quietly.

A split second after it discharged there was a green arrow through his hand, the man screaming, the gun clattering to the ground and disintegrating with a hiss. By then it was too late.

The Question was gone.

The blast enveloped him before he could move, or Foxglove could react. A spray of something warm and wet hit her costume, and her partner just . . . vanished.

She was the first to reach the gunman, hands grabbing at his clothing, mask inches from his. "Where? Where did he go?" She screamed in his face, grabbing the arrow still lodged in his hand and twisting, viciously, ripping a ragged cry from his throat. "Where?" Adrenaline had taken over, adrenaline and anger and something else she couldn't identify. All she could think of was that her partner was gone . . . somewhere . . . that they had to get him back quickly . . .

It was Superman who pried her off, gently, held her shoulders, looking down at her with sad, worried eyes. "Foxglove . . . " he began, quietly.

Behind her, Batman was on the man, angry as she'd ever seen him, and she tried to pull away from Superman, upset that he wasn't letting her help with the interrogation. She had to find out where her partner was. Batman turned toward them for a moment, his expression tight. "Get her to the Watchtower." He barked. There was no time to protest; Superman called for pickup and she found herself on the Satellite, being pulled gently along by the Man of Steel.

She couldn't break away, but struggled anyhow. She felt strange, something threatened on the edge of her mind she couldn't quite grasp and didn't want to, her knees felt weak. "What are you doing? We have to find out where that gun took Q . . . he could be hurt . . . "

Superman wouldn't stop looking at her with those weird, worried eyes. "Foxglove . . . Mariko . . . come on with me, please." He said, gently.

She could only frown, shake her head. "What do you . . . " She began, and froze when she saw her reflection in a reflective glass door, saw her white mask spattered with red, the haze in her mind clearing just enough, briefly, to remember the warm spray she'd felt. "No . . . "

Superman frowned, touching his earpiece. "J'Onn . . . you're needed." He said, and took Foxglove's elbow, gently trying to pull her away. "Come on, Fox."

His words were lost in the rush of blood in her ears. She took a slow, unsteady step forward, touching the glass door, leaving behind a trail of sticky red. "No . . . no . . . he was transported somewhere." She insisted, softly, her voice strange in her ears. "He . . . he's hurt we have to . . . Vic . . . "

When J'Onn phased through the floor, looking troubled, she grabbed at him. He had to understand. Superman didn't seem to be grasping things. "J'Onn . . . please . . . Vic, we have to find him . . . where they took him . . . "

J'Onn looked up at Superman, who shook his head, very slightly. The Martian frowned and put an arm around her shoulders. "Come, little one. Let us get you cleaned up and let Batman work on things below."

She went with him mainly because she lacked the strength to resist.

"How is she?" Asked Batman, quietly, glancing into the infirmary room that J'Onn had finally coaxed Foxglove into. They'd wiped the blood from her mask, but so far, she'd refused to take it off.

J'Onn frowned, deeply. "In shock. I do not think that she has . . . accepted what happened." He said, quietly. "There is . . . no possibility the Question was transported?"

Batman frowned. "I wish there were. Superman took a blast from that gun, it nearly knocked him unconscious. A human body would be obliterated."

J'Onn nodded, slowly. "I understand." He said, quietly, and frowned, turning to enter the room with Foxglove, trying to find the words to tell her that her partner . . . her lover . . . was dead.