A/N: Finally the long awaited sequel!! I hope this story won't disappoint
you! So, enjoy! P.S.- You may be confused with the timeline. This is set
about 2 years after my previous story, which is about 2 years after Devil's
Eyes. I also suggest you read my previous story, A Light in the Dark,
before this, as you may get lost. :-) Oh yeah, I dunno about the title. I
just used it for lack of better ideas. Should it stay? Should it go? Please
review to tell me what you think! ^_^
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Andrew Wyatt stepped off the bus to New Gotham. He was a new adult, just turned 21. He was tall, with a strong build. He brushed his messy brownish blond hair out of his soft, brown eyes and scanned the city. Apparently satisfied, he took out his cell phone and dialed. ::Yeah?:: a tough, somewhat annoyed voice growled, "It's me," Andrew replied, "I'm in." ::Good.:: the gruff voice said. ::Do you have the data on Dinah Lance?:: "Yes," Andrew sighed, pulling out the information packets, of which there were birth certificates, photos, and all kinds of background information. Andrew gazed at the photos of her. He couldn't help thinking about how pretty she looked. ::As you can see, there's not much info on her records,:: the voice said, bringing him back to reality, ::That's where you come in. I want you to get her to talk. Find out if she really is Carolyn Lance's daughter, and what powers she has. If my suspicions are true, bring her to me. Got that?:: Andrew sighed, "Yeah, yeah, I got it," he replied. ::And Andrew,:: the voice said menacingly, ::Don't get too attached to her,:: and hung up. Irritated, Andrew folded up his cell and walked around, reading Dinah's information while doing so.
"Hmm, Dinah Lance," he mumbled to himself as he read, "Around 21 years of age, 5'5" height, blond hair, blue eyes. Currently a student at Gotham University also employed as a part- time photographer for Pix Studios. No other current information available." Cursing inwardly, he moved on to her birth certificate, which had even less information. Now bored, he decided to concentrate less on Dinah, and more on the city. To him, it was nothing he had ever seen before. Pulses were throbbing all throughout his body. There were metahumans here, he could feel it. The readings were stronger than anywhere he has ever been. Curious, he dove into random people's minds, interested in the types of powers found in the city. Each power was totally unique, some associated with mentality, others more physical- based. Some people even had enhanced senses, such as sight, or sound. Andrew was becoming excited. He'd never been around this many people like him in his whole life! But then again, he'd never been in one place long enough to really get to know these people like him, these metahumans with special abilities no normal person could ever even dream of having. He followed the pulses to a club known as "No Man's Land." When he entered the club, the feeling became so overwhelmingly strong, that he became dizzy. There were so many metas around; he couldn't even pick out one specific one. Always curious, he listened in on a conversation between a male bartender, and a female young adult.
"It's been really hard to adjust, Gibson," the female said, "I know it's been a couple years, but it still feels like yesterday when she left us. It's been even harder for Barbara. She's lost so much in her life- her boyfriend, her legs, and now the girl she was just beginning to get to know as a daughter. It's devastating." "Yeah," Gibson said, passing her another drink, "Dinah was pretty special. Shame she left like that. God knows where she is now." Andrew leaned in towards the two. "Excuse me, but are you referring to Dinah Lance?
The female eyed him suspiciously. "Yes," she said cautiously. "Who wants to know?" The careless stranger flashed a sweet, innocent smile and sat down. "Sorry," he said, "I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Andrew. I'm a friend of Dinah's from school. I was looking forward for a semi- reunion while I was in town. You wouldn't know her where-abouts, would you?" The woman gave him an icy look. "No," she replied dryly, "She used to live with me, but decided she needed a change. I haven't seen her since." The toothy grin still pasted on his face, Andrew got up to leave. "Well," he said, "Sorry for eavesdropping. If you see Dinah, tell her Andrew's looking for her." He winked, "Goodbye, Helena Kyle." Taken aback, Helena just sat speechless as she watched the mysterious stranger leave. "How- How did he know that?" she asked to Gibson. He simply shrugged. "I don't trust him," Helena said to herself. "I better keep an eye on him."
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Andrew Wyatt stepped off the bus to New Gotham. He was a new adult, just turned 21. He was tall, with a strong build. He brushed his messy brownish blond hair out of his soft, brown eyes and scanned the city. Apparently satisfied, he took out his cell phone and dialed. ::Yeah?:: a tough, somewhat annoyed voice growled, "It's me," Andrew replied, "I'm in." ::Good.:: the gruff voice said. ::Do you have the data on Dinah Lance?:: "Yes," Andrew sighed, pulling out the information packets, of which there were birth certificates, photos, and all kinds of background information. Andrew gazed at the photos of her. He couldn't help thinking about how pretty she looked. ::As you can see, there's not much info on her records,:: the voice said, bringing him back to reality, ::That's where you come in. I want you to get her to talk. Find out if she really is Carolyn Lance's daughter, and what powers she has. If my suspicions are true, bring her to me. Got that?:: Andrew sighed, "Yeah, yeah, I got it," he replied. ::And Andrew,:: the voice said menacingly, ::Don't get too attached to her,:: and hung up. Irritated, Andrew folded up his cell and walked around, reading Dinah's information while doing so.
"Hmm, Dinah Lance," he mumbled to himself as he read, "Around 21 years of age, 5'5" height, blond hair, blue eyes. Currently a student at Gotham University also employed as a part- time photographer for Pix Studios. No other current information available." Cursing inwardly, he moved on to her birth certificate, which had even less information. Now bored, he decided to concentrate less on Dinah, and more on the city. To him, it was nothing he had ever seen before. Pulses were throbbing all throughout his body. There were metahumans here, he could feel it. The readings were stronger than anywhere he has ever been. Curious, he dove into random people's minds, interested in the types of powers found in the city. Each power was totally unique, some associated with mentality, others more physical- based. Some people even had enhanced senses, such as sight, or sound. Andrew was becoming excited. He'd never been around this many people like him in his whole life! But then again, he'd never been in one place long enough to really get to know these people like him, these metahumans with special abilities no normal person could ever even dream of having. He followed the pulses to a club known as "No Man's Land." When he entered the club, the feeling became so overwhelmingly strong, that he became dizzy. There were so many metas around; he couldn't even pick out one specific one. Always curious, he listened in on a conversation between a male bartender, and a female young adult.
"It's been really hard to adjust, Gibson," the female said, "I know it's been a couple years, but it still feels like yesterday when she left us. It's been even harder for Barbara. She's lost so much in her life- her boyfriend, her legs, and now the girl she was just beginning to get to know as a daughter. It's devastating." "Yeah," Gibson said, passing her another drink, "Dinah was pretty special. Shame she left like that. God knows where she is now." Andrew leaned in towards the two. "Excuse me, but are you referring to Dinah Lance?
The female eyed him suspiciously. "Yes," she said cautiously. "Who wants to know?" The careless stranger flashed a sweet, innocent smile and sat down. "Sorry," he said, "I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Andrew. I'm a friend of Dinah's from school. I was looking forward for a semi- reunion while I was in town. You wouldn't know her where-abouts, would you?" The woman gave him an icy look. "No," she replied dryly, "She used to live with me, but decided she needed a change. I haven't seen her since." The toothy grin still pasted on his face, Andrew got up to leave. "Well," he said, "Sorry for eavesdropping. If you see Dinah, tell her Andrew's looking for her." He winked, "Goodbye, Helena Kyle." Taken aback, Helena just sat speechless as she watched the mysterious stranger leave. "How- How did he know that?" she asked to Gibson. He simply shrugged. "I don't trust him," Helena said to herself. "I better keep an eye on him."