She sat and stared at the waves, dark clouds rolling in her mind. It had just been a game. At least, that's how it started. Nightwing had tasked her with improving her stealth technique. And naturally, she took it as a challenge to practice on him. She borrowed a few audio recorders from Batgirl and tagged Nightwing when he wasn't looking. He never noticed and she always got it back before she went home.
It was funny, listening to what he did when he was alone. He hummed, he butchered the English language; sometimes he even sang! But then came the day he slipped away through the Zeta… And he didn't head to Blüdhaven. She expected something small, maybe a girl from across the country. What she didn't expect was to hear Kaldur's voice on the recording.
It was deep, and should've been calming; but the sound alone brought her to tears. She immediately stopped and erased the recording, not thinking much of it. A chance encounter was all she chalked it up to. But when it happened again almost four weeks later, her suspicions arose. She took a tracker from inventory and trailed him when he went off. All the way to a rundown villa in Key Biscayne, Miami. She stared in twisted fascination when Kaldur appeared, clad in black armor, and watched as Nightwing slipped in from the shadows.
Their exchange was coded, and she could gather little, but she had just managed to piece some of it together when someone new stepped onto the scene. They had black hair, and their voice was far too rough; but no matter how different they appeared, there was no hiding that familiar life force. A life force that wasn't supposed to exist anymore.
And that had been almost two weeks ago.
So now, there she sat staring out at the waves that were once part of her home. The sea that no longer gave her comfort.
"'Mirah, I'm here. Wha'dya want?"
Zemirah said nothing. She continued to gaze out at the waves before standing. She turned her gaze on him, blankness in her features.
"I know."
"What?"
She said nothing but took out a familiar device and let him hear the playback. Kaldur, Artemis, and his own incriminating voice played in crystal clarity. He stared, wide-eyed, as she glared down at his confession. As soon as it ended she crushed it and tossed it into the water. She turned back to him and glowered. Had he been a weaker man he would've cowered.
"So you know."
She said nothing, but kept her firey gaze on him before she left. He sighed in relief as soon as she was gone. He turned to leave as quietly thought his dilemma over.
With any luck she'd calm down in a week.
