Prologue:

After the incident with Viking ship, J'onn J'onzz realized that he does not like the human race as much as he wished to. He leaves the Justice league and mingles into the human population of metropolis as a freelance detective known as John Jones. The months have passed and he has established himself once again in a small apartment as he tried to understand the human being.

Chapter one:

"Working late again Bri?" The blonde male said from the door of her office.

"Yeah... Working on the double murder case on 21st street. It's coming together I just gotta... Get it all..." Her voice trailed off in thought as she analyzed the gruesome crime scene pictures on her screen.

The man sighed, "I thought so..." He placed a steaming hot cup of coffee on the corner of her desk right beside her name plate that read, Britannia V. Valentine. He looked up at her with worried eyes, "don't work yourself too hard... That's for old guys like me..." He smiled and turned to leave the office.

She finally blinked and brought her Hazel eyes off the screen and up to the man, turning a little in her black leather swivel chair. "Hey Carson did you find anything on that free lance guy we've been running into?"

Carson stopped at the door and shook his head dejectedly, "nada... It's like the guy doesn't exist..."

"Alright good work Carson, tell Delaney I said hello..." She replied, turning back to her screen. She heard the clink of her office door as it closed, then nothing.

Her screen showed a gay couple, two men, that had been presumably stabbed to death. No murder weapon left at the scene and the coroner believes it to be some kind of cone shaped object. 5 entry wounds on the first victim, 7 on the other. It has been raining the night before and in the pictures the ground was patched with moisture. Blood and trails had washed away.

She sighed. This wasn't the first incident. There had been many more hate related crimes in metropolis, but two stood out as related. The first was a lesbian couple. Two women from gotham city who had come to metropolis in the fall, probably to find a better life. Stabbed. Left in an allyway. Rain washed away the blood and evidence. The second was a woman with her partner, who was a transgendered man. They had come from central city apparently for a job opportunity. Stabbed. Left in an allyway. Rain washed everything away.

This was the third one. All three cases. Had come to her and she hadn't been able to stop them. There was always one piece of evidence always left behind. A quote written on the grimy brick wall in generic red spray paint.

On this recent one it read: "If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination." Leviticus 20:13.

On the one with the transgendered man: "Have you not read that he who created them from the beginning made them male and female?" Matthew 19:4.

On the one with the lesbian couple: "A woman shall not wear a man's garment, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the Lord your God." Deuteronomy 20:5.

All quotes from the Christian texts against homosexuality and anything beyond, casually only picking the parts that suit their murder. The paint was found to be a brand that was found in nearly every store. The handwriting was analyzed but the analysis team found nothing.

She sighed and ran her hand through her light brown curls. She eyed the coffee on the corner of her desk before finally picking it up and placing it against her lips. The warm substance heated her body and refreshed her senses. She watched as the small circle of condensation the cup left behind evaporated.

Evaporating like rain.

Like water.

Like ice.

She widened her eyes and threw the cup down, her sudden epiphany bringing her to the conclusion that she needed to visit the scene again. She quickly slipped on her long black coat and ran out the door, leaving it to slam shut and rattle the walls before once again creating silence that was only pierced by the rain that had begun to beat against the window.