Ch. 1
So here is a new Supergirl OC story. To some of my long time reader, I know that the OC has an Irish Accent, and the reason that he, as well as my others, have Irish accents, is because I am writing a book with a character with an Irish accent, so I need the practice, anyway, enjoy the story and I apologize for and=y DC facts that I may have gotten wrong. My knowledge is to the extent of the movies and the CW shows.
Three minutes. That's how long it'll take the police. Supergirl? Minute in a half if I'm lucky.
The man tapped his foot on the floor and adjusted his hood as he waited his turn to speak to the teller.
National City bank was quite large. It had high ceilings and a wide-open floor plan, not to mention the windows were so tall that the amount of light they let in was almost blinding.
Though he had to admit, the place had class. The glass paneling that separated the tellers from the customers was a nice touch, as was the brown tile that was shines so brightly, one could almost see their reflection.
"Next!" the man moved the empty tellers window. "Hi, how may I help you today?"
"I'd like to make a withdrawal," his voice was raspy and accented.
"Of course, what is the name of the account holder?"
"Oh, no this is a robbery," he arched his neck to the left and several sickening pops sounded throughout the bank. "So, would you kindly, get out from behind there?"
The woman behind the glass gave the man a bewildered look. She wasn't able to see his face but based on his appearance he most likely was a serious robber. He had a brown leather coat with his hood up, and his hands were in his jacket pockets, so whether or not he had a gun was still just a coin toss.
"I don't think you heard me lass. I said, out from behind the counter," he raised one of his hands and snapped his fingers. "Now!"
The bulletproof glass, three inches thick, cracked and resembled a T.V. playing static than an actual panel. People screamed and ducked. Several tellers hit the silent alarms and cowered beneath their work stations.
"Everyone shut up!" the man shouted.
Two security guards pulled their guns and aimed at him.
"On the ground!" they shouted together.
The man flicked his wrist lazily and the men's guns went flying into the air. They barely had time to look and see where their firearms went before they were launched as well and pinned onto the roof of the bank.
"Well that was sad," he said as he checked his watch. "Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve…" he counted down and paced around the wide ground floor of the bank.
When he got to five there was a loud crash and glass from one of the windows pelted a deserted area of the floor.
Without even looking up from his watch the man smiled.
"You were a bit faster than I anticipated," his voice now had a synthetic edge to it. Any trace of what he sounded like, gone.
"Who are you?" Kara Zor-El- Danvers, a.k.a Supergirl asked.
"Straight to the point then. First, let's get everyone out of here," he lowered his hood and his face was now covered with type of mask. It was a type of one-way mirror except it was tinted black and seemed to be made of something other than glass.
"Everyone out!" he shouted. The hostages were hesitant, but slowly they got up and made their way to the banks exit.
"Them too." Kara said motioning upwards to the two men on the roof.
The man snapped and the two men were slowly removed from the roof and placed gently on the floor.
"Happy?"
"Who are you?" She demanded, adopting a defensive posture.
"Are we doing this? Small talk before a fight, I never did enjoy it. It's so, boring and played out." He clapped and rubbed his hands together. "Now, would you like to go first, or shall I?"
Kara narrowed her eyes and sprang forward, her first outstretched and ready to strike him in the chest. However, she was a bit shocked that he didn't move. He just stood there and although Kara couldn't see his face she was sure that he was smirking.
Her fist slammed into his chest and when it did he was thrown back and slammed into a wall with a great crash.
Kara stood up straight and smirked to herself.
"Nice job," Alex said over the comm.
"Thanks. I don't know why this guy thought he could take me on. Even with his weird power he can't take a punch-"
"Wow!" Kara looked to where the man had been thrown and her eyes widened when she saw him dusting himself off. "You know how to hit! I'll give you that! Now, I believe it's my turn!"
He dashed over to her at break neck speeds and his fist slammed into her abdomen. Normally a hit from a normal person would have shattered all the bones in their hands. But judging from the way she was thrown back and how he wasn't screaming in pain, he was no regular human.
"Now! Are we gonna fight or what?!"
Kara stood once more and raised her arms. She tried to use her X-ray vision on his helmet but she couldn't get a clear picture of what was underneath. It was as if her eyes had become static-y and disoriented as she tried to peer underneath the helmet.
He let out a roar as he ran at her. She blocked his first strike and dodged the punch he had going for her head. She retaliated with a kick to his gut and managed to strike him but he once again seemed unaffected.
"That all you got?!" He asked before managing to slug her in the face.
Kara's head whipped back and she gritted her teeth, angered by the fact that his attacks were so powerful that he managed to hurt her.
"Who are you?!"
"Not telling!" He mocked before sending a flurry of blows at her. Right hook, kick to the gut, haymaker, scissor kick. He was moving so fast, that for a minute Kara thought that he was a Kryptonian.
She tried using her freeze breath to slow him but as the cold air left her lungs he backed away and held his hands up drawing the cold air toward his outstretched hand.
Kara stopped, momentarily stunned at what she was seeing. Once again, she knew there was a smirk beneath the helmet despite not being able to see underneath it. For in his hand, was a snow ball.
"Neat little trick. Let me show you mine." He dropped the snowball and raised his arms out.
The building began to rumble and shake violently. The tall glass windows broke and the panel of glass that separated the tellers from the customers finally shattered completely. Tiny and sharp shards of glass flew rampantly through the building tearing the bannisters and flags that had decorated the pristine bank before it had become a battleground.
"Oh Rao," Kara mutters and the shards flew behind the man and were aimed towards her.
"Do you think this will hurt you?" He asked as he readjusted his stance. "Let's find out, shall we?"
The glass is sent hurtling towards her and Kara raised her hands in front of her eyes to shield them. Although it can't hurt her, a faceful of glass can still irritate the eyes. She felt the glass break and crumble against her still and the other pieces lodge themselves into her outfit as most of it simply flew by her.
When the glass had finally stopped Kara opened her eyes and slowly lowered her arms and the man was gone. Disappeared into thin air.
"What the…" Kara scanned the area with her X-ray vision and saw nothing. No trace of the man she had been fighting anywhere. He had vanished.
She turned around and began to make her way to the exit when she froze once more.
Had a good time! Hope to see you again! ;)
"He left you a note?" Alex asked.
"If you consider a bunch of glass embedded into a wall a note then yes," Kara rolled her eyes and sat down.
She had returned to the DEO after her fight with the man in the bank. She wasn't hurt from the fight but it had shaken her. None of her hits seemed to do much to him and when she had tried to use her freeze breath he had simply made it into a snow ball. That had hurt her pride more than anything.
Not to mention he had the audacity to leave her a not, if you could call it that, after they had fought. Though it was more of a skirmish if Kara had her say. Fights usually left whole street blocks destroyed.
"Did he say anything?" Alex asked.
Kara shook her head. "No, he just wanted to fight me. The police said that he didn't even take any money. No one died. I think he just wanted to fight me."
"Well we need to find out who this is, and fast." Kara nodded her head in agreement, and tried to ignore the pit in her stomach.
Kara finished organizing Ms. Grant's schedule for the next day when he walked in.
His cane thumped loudly against the floor, his camera bumped against his chest and swayed constantly as he adjusted his glasses and a black case.
He made his way through the office and toward Kara's desk. Bumping into employees and muttering apologies as he went along.
"Uh, hi there," he greeted Kara as he readjusted his thick black framed glasses. "I was wondering if you could help me, I was looking for James Olsen."
Kara flashed him a smile and shook his hand. "Oh sure, but uh, who are you?"
"Oh, uh sorry, my name's Jack, Jack Reilly, I'm the new photojournalist," he awkwardly held out his hand for her to shake due to the case in his arm.
"Nice cane," Kara said offhandedly, pointing at the black metal cane with a silver wolf's head handle, before shaking her head and looking back at him. "Oh well I'm Kara Danvers, Ms. Grant's assistant."
"Well met Kara!" He said with a wide smile. "Now uh, I need to find James, they said that I needed to find him."
"Oh, he's just down that way," Kara said pointing down the rows of offices. "That accent, Scottish?"
"Oh, heavens no! Irish, second generation. I'm sorry I need to go, I'm already late to meet my new boss." Jack smiled and walked away, limping awkwardly with the equipment tucked under one arm and a cane in the other.
When Jack made it to James' office he was greeted by the man himself sitting at the computer cleaning up several images.
Jack tapped the door with cane and walked into the office slowly.
"Uh hello, my names-"
"You're late," James didn't look up from the computer.
"Oh well, the elevator went out in my building and it's a bit hard for me to go up and down stairs, you know cane and all," Jack explained.
James raised an eyebrow and looked over to him. "Just don't let it happen again. Are you going to be able to go fast with that leg?"
Jack looked down at his leg and nodded. "Oh, uh yeah. It's stairs that are my enemy not sidewalks."
"Good, because we're going out. Your camera charged?"
Jack nodded. "Yeah, where should I put my things?"
"Did you drive here?" James ignored his question.
"No, I took a cab, it's hard for me to drive since my right leg is all screwed up."
James stood and grabbed his coat and camera. "We're going out."
"So are we always going to be working together or…" Jack trailed off when he saw James' face.
"I'm just showing you the city. Where most of the hotspots for crimes are. We aren't going to be working together all the time but I figured I should show you the ropes." James said as he drove through the streets of National City.
"Ever see any aliens?" Jack asked suddenly.
James stiffened and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Jack could see a flash of nervousness pass through his eyes.
"No," he said, his tone switched from indifference to a strange casualness. "I mean not really. Everyone has seen Supergirl flying around the city every now and then but, that's about it really."
Jack nodded and looked out the window tapping the glass absentmindedly.
The streets of National City were as one would expect them to be. Sidewalks clean, gutters dirty, people bustling everywhere you looked. Typical day apparently. From what he had heard there never seemed to be a dull day in National City. Aliens one day, supercharged humans another. You know, typical things.
James pulled the car over and the two stepped out.
Jack felt the hot sun beating down on him. He gripped his cane tightly and limped down the street, chasing after James who seemed to be forgetting that he needed a cane in order to walk.
"Keep up!" James ordered him.
"I'm trying, it's just a bit hard! You know, bum leg and all!"
"Why are you even in this field? People like us need to be quick, fast on our feet!"
Jack scoffed and somehow managed to catch up with James, though it made his leg hurt an ungodly amount trying to keep up with him. At least the continuous pick pick pick of his cane was nice to hear.
"Alright so here's the basics of what we do." James began.
Jack limped onto the floor a few seconds after James did. His leg sore and his right palm indented with the markings from the cane.
"Do I have a desk?!" Jack shouted toward his new boss.
"It's right over here!" James said, pointing to a desk by the office of Cat Grant. "You'll be sitting across from this guy right here, Winn Schott."
Jack smiled and walked over. "Hi there Winn, I'm Jack Reilly, pleasure."
Winn shook his hand. "Nice to meet you two. My last desk mate had to leave since Ms. Grant thought that his hair was distracting."
Jack brushed that off and took a seat, finally glad to be off his leg. He massaged it through his slacks and sighed in relief. It was without a doubt going to be sore in the morning.
"Well I hope my hair isn't too bad."
"Oh no you'll be fine," Winn reassured him. "Dave was a redhead, Ms. Grant should be fine with a guy with black hair. I mean I haven't been moved yet."
"You all good to go?" James asked the new photographer.
"Oh fine."
"Alright, remember what I told you. Always keep-"
"Your camera ready. I know." Jack said.
James walked away and Jack waited until he was a good deal far enough before turning to Winn and asking, "Is he always a prick, or is he just having a bad day?"
Winn snorted and covered his mouth as he tried to laugh quietly. "Uh, no usually he's alright but, I don't know he just hasn't been recently."
"Any reason?"
Winn shrugged. "Not that I can think of," Winn's eyes looked up and he sat up in his seat quickly. "Hey Kara!"
"Oh, hey Winn, and…. I think I already forgot your name."
Jack smiled at the blonde and stood up, his leg screaming at him to sit down, and held out his hand. "Jack, Reilly."
"Right! So, is this your new desk?"
"That's what James told me. Seemed a bit snippy to me, but Winn said it isn't an everyday thing."
"I didn't say that! I just said it wasn't the usual."
"Winn!" Kara chided him.
"What? It's true!"
Jack smiled at the scene and sank back down into his chair. He had just started here and already he could tell so much as to what things were like. He gripped the wolf's head cane began tapping it on the floor.
Pick pick pick.
He felt good about this job.
'All units, all units we have a 10-89 at 15th and Maple. All available units please respond!"
"What a 10-89?" Kara asked Winn as she sped towards the location.
Winn took a second to, at least Kara assumed he was, look up the code.
"Oh no," she heard his mutter.
"Winn? What is it?"
"Bomb threat Kara!"
The inside of the warehouse was wet, and dark. Not that it was a problem for Kara. Supervision and all of that. But it filled her with a sense of unease. As if someone was watching her. But that was impossible. She had scanned the building with her X-ray vision just in case there was someone there.
But all that had been was a waste of time seeing as the building was empty besides a container in the center of the building.
"Please tell me you know ow to disarm a bomb Winn."
"Uhh… maybe YouTube will have a tutorial."
"Alex?"
Her sister's voice came in through the comm. "I'll need to see what the inside of the bomb looks like. Safest bet would to throw it out of the city."
"I swear if Lord is messing with us again-"
"I can assure you, I have no link with Maxwell Lord!" Kara jumped into a fighting position and scanned the room once more.
"Who are you?!" she demanded from the empty space.
"Not going to answer that!"
Kara used her super hearing to see if she could pinpoint the choice of origin but all she could hear is the heartbeat of whoever it was.
"What do you want?!"
This time the person laughed. "You're not asking the right questions, Supergirl. But I'll tell you what, you get one more!"
Kara scanned the warehouse again and came up with nothing. "Come out and face me!"
"Not exactly a question. But since you asked nicely, I'll comply."
A pair of armored gauntlets wrapped themselves around Kara's neck and squeezed tightly. The green glow of Kryptonite shined from the gauntlets and she felt her body weaken almost immediately. Her windpipe became constricted and already she was seeing spots.
"Happy now?" The synthesized voice asked. "What, no answer? Well since you're not in a talkative mood, I guess I'll handle the talking. Ms. Zor-El, you are in danger." Kara's eyes widened and her struggling intensified at the mention of her Kryptonian name, "Everything you thought you knew about the DEO is not what it seems. I am here to warn you that they are not to be trusted. Despite what they say they are murderers, and will not hesitate on killing you. I know this is probably a lot to take in all at once, so I'll tell you what. I think I'll stick around town a while. Goodnight Ms. Zor-El."
He squeezed on her windpipe once more and she fell into darkness.
AN: Hey guys so first of all this chapter takes place between How does she do it? And Red Faced. Now some episodes will have more of an impact than others, it's going to be pretty pick and choose, most of the chapters will take place between episodes but I will tell you when that is not the case. Other than that, I hope you all enjoyed it and please leave a review. ~Pacco1