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"Come on Roy! We need to get going!" Alana called out, pacing restlessly near the door to the garage as she waited for her brother. Yes, it was true he wasn't really her brother, but after having him around since she was four years old, she often looked upon him as a big brother. Tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, she shifted the plain black t-shirt on her body, fumbling with a loop on her jeans as her bright blue converse squeaked slightly on the tile floor.

"Chill out, I'm right here." Roy said as he appeared around the corner, slipping on a white v-neck t-shirt as he walked down the hall. Lana shook her head, turning away. 'Always the show-off…' She thought to herself as she flew the door to the garage open, flicking on the lights to illuminate the vast area of cars and other vehicles.

She began to walk in between the rows, looking over the cycles in particular as a smirk came onto her face, turning to face her brother.

"Race you." With a grin, she grabbed one of the bikes and began rolling it – a bright green motorcycle, one that looked more like a dirt bike than anything else. As she put a matching helmet on, her long hair flowing out from the bottom as she got onto the bike, turning her eyes to Roy as she waited, already revving the engine as the door swung open out onto the long driveway in front of the mansion.

"You're on." Roy said with a grin, grabbing a black leather jacket that Ollie normally used, but fit the young ward rather well. He quickly chose his own cycle, one that was similar to Lana's, but it was a dark red color.

Without waiting another moment, Lana revved the cycle one more time and then she was gone, racing down the drive with Roy close behind. She already had a destination in mind, one that was rather familiar to her and somewhat to Roy as well. But as soon as she made a turn down one road, he knew where they were headed.

.ooOOoo.

"I so beat you! You just don't want to admit it!" Lana stated, laughing as she slipped the helmet off from her head. She didn't even have helmet hair. Roy slipped his own helmet off, throwing a small glare at Lana as he placed it on the seat of the bike.

"Welcome Miss Queen, Sir."

Lana turned and smiled softly as she saw Alfred standing in the open doorway of Wayne Manor. Without a moment's hesitation, she was up the steps, giving Alfred a friendly hug as she stepped up to the door. Roy smirked and rose up the steps, shaking the old butler's hand with his own smile.

"Where are-"

"They're Exercise room, Miss."

"Thanks Alfred!" Lana was gone, rushing down a hallway before Roy had even had time to catch up to her. The younger archer had been over to Wayne Manor so many times that she knew every part of it.

"Hey Bruce!" Lana said as she passed by him, still rushing down the hallway. The man looked at her for a moment, his expression not once changing as he watched her continue to rush around the corner. With a shrug, he turned and continued walking down the hallway, nodding to Roy as he pursued his sister.

Arriving at the door to the exercise room, stopping just outside the door for a moment before she opened the door and peaked in, eyes searching for the two she wanted to see most. Suddenly, Lana was grabbed out of nowhere and pulled forward into the room, tumbling forward onto the floor as soft laughter was heard. She found herself pinned to the floor by two sets of hands, and as she looked up behind her, she saw Jasmine and Dick Grayson.

"Hey there Lana. Nice of you to drop on in." Jasmine said with a smile.

Lana smirked, tossing the two twins from her arms and flipping up backwards just as Roy came in. The twins smiled at him and ran over to tackle him together. Lana began to laugh as Roy struggled to get up, though he wasn't succeeding very well.

After the twins had finally let him up, the four talked for a while, just speaking with each other and occasionally getting into "fights" here and there throughout the conversation. During all of this, the T.V. in the room was on, though the volume was low. Suddenly, Lana stopped and told the twins to turn the volume up as she turned to look at the screen.

"…aren't sure if Brickwell had any outside help during the escape. Police have been combing the area of Star City for any sign of where the crime boss might be. It has been rumored among other inmates that before he was sent to prison Brickwell had been meeting with a mysterious man. There are no further updates on this case at the moment. Now, in other news…"

Lana turned away from the T.V. with a frightened look in her eyes, immediately looking at Roy.

"Lana…" Roy said softly, stepping towards her with his hand outstretched. But she didn't respond. Instead she turned and fled from the room, already down the hallway and out the front door before Roy had even said a word. The twins looked to Roy confused, but he only shook his head and was out the door, walking down the hallway just as he heard a revving coming from outside.

"Lana! Wait! We should tell Oliver!" But his cries weren't heard, for she was already gone, speeding off the drive to Wayne Manor and heading down the freeway.

.ooOOoo.

It was later that night and Lana had gone into the downtown area of Star city, now dressed as her alter ego, Crow. As she stood there, her pony tail swaying in the wind, she gazed down upon Star City, thinking to herself about what she had heard while visiting Jasmine and Dick. The one man that controlled all the crime in the city had escaped, and now she didn't know what to expect. Normally, she would have told Oliver immediately, but at the moment, she didn't want to tell anyone.

As she stood there, her bow in hand, she heard a soft click from somewhere behind her. On instinct she flipped back, and just in time. A bullet whizzed through the air where she had just been standing, sailing out into the open air past the top of the skyscraper and falling down towards the street below.

As Crow turned, she saw the source of where the bullet had come from: a man barely noticed in the shadows because of his clothing. He was dressed in all black, the only difference being the white circles that were where his face should have been. Slowly moving her hand to her belt, Crow was about to grab an arrow, when suddenly a bullet hit the stone beside her foot.

As she slowly raised her head, she saw that standing in the door way to the stairs was another man, one who was quite muscular and tall. He held a gun pointed straight at her, a smirk on his face as he slowly moved towards her. Daniel Brickwell. Brick.

"Crow, is it?" The man said with a cruel smirk, slowly moving towards her with his gun still pointed towards her. She gave no response, which pulled a chuckle from Brickwell. Casting a glance over at the man dressed in all black, he then turned back to face Crow.

"Put your gun away Onomatopoeia, and meet me back at the warehouse." Was all Brickwell said, and the man in black nodded, and was gone. Crow continued to face Brickwell with a scowl on her face as he motioned for her to place her bow down. As she leaned over to place it down, she suddenly brought it up, smacking it into his gun and sending it flying, than throwing a kick right to his gut. Brickwell stumbled backwards, but didn't even seem to have lost any breath from the kick.

As Crow took her bow and was about to bring the ebony structure down onto his temple, Brickwell's hand suddenly darted up and caught her wrist before she could bring it down. He his hand jerked violently to the side, forcing her to let go of her bow and send it flying across the roof and stop near the ledge, the black wood of the bow barely noticeable in the darkness of the night.

"You're not very bright." Brickwell growled, and suddenly his free hand darted forward and wrapped around her neck, instantly beginning to squeeze her throat. Crow began to cough, her hand now prying at his fingers, trying to free herself, but to no avail. It didn't seem like very long until Crow's struggles slowly ceased, her vision becoming tunneled as she became limp in his grip, eyes closing as she fell into unconsciousness.

"Nighty-night, little bird." Brickwell said with a small smirk as he opened his hand and allowed her to slip through and fall to the roof. He then located where she kept her communicator and took it, throwing it to where her bow had fallen.

Then without a word, he kneeled down and picked her up in his arms, went to the stairwell, and was gone.

There you have it! I was just on the internet looking for something to do when I decided to look up some of GA's enemies, and I found two know as Brick and Onomatopoeia, and after reading about them, I decided that I most definitely had to do a fan fiction with them and Crow.(: I hope that you guys enjoyed this first chapter, and I promise that I'll try and update soon! That is, if I get some nice reviews from people. :) R&R! Thanks!

~ Selena