So, basically, this story is kind of an AU in which Jade disappears leaving Roy (clone one, not the 'real' one...) anyways, I haven't seen a lot of season two since they cancelled the show and I haven't seen reruns yet :( so you'll have to excuse any incorrect BLAH that I write, but it's has nothing to do with the show's plot line. I'm also not following some of the comics in which Lian (Roy's daughter) dies, so yeah. let me know what you think! :)

thanks,

BeingWhoIWishIWas

"Lian! I told you to wear the colored contacts when you take on your alias!" Dad yelled up at me from just below the loft. I roll my eyes at him; overprotective as always. I mean, colored contacts? I already wear a mask! Not to mention everything about me looks different when I become Her. Since I was fourteen I've been a vigilante like my dad and the Justice League; though they don't consider it much of a crime to be a vigilante anymore; I mean, really? Who wants to even attempt to get Batman or Superman in a prison cell? Not a very good idea. I'm not really part of the League or the YJ Team, I just do my own thing, and have been for the last three years. However, I've never bothered to think of an approved name (Don't even ask, just know that my dad has something to do with the 'approved' bit.) So I just say I'm "Her" when I talk about my alias. I climb across the loft and slide down the steel latter down to the rest of my room before heading downstairs.

"You rang?" I say, teasingly.

Dad's eyebrow shoots straight up before settling into an arch. "Any reason you've been neglecting your alias's appearance?"

I slide out a chair at the table and plop down and attempt to explain, "Dad, I look, sound and act completely different when I turn into Her, so there's nothing to worry about."

He 'hmph!'s and stares me down but doesn't say anything else on the subject.

My pocket vibrates and I read the text sent from Kalli;

10 tonight? Regular spot; text Rick, Jase and X for me, K?

I reply with my ever-intricate, "K" Then text our other friends; Patrol 10, regular spot.

Three "K"s follow and we're all set.

I glance at the clock, it's barely eight so I've got plenty of time for homework and my growling stomach.

"What's for dinner, anyways?" I ask.

Dad looks up from the computer he had pulled onto his lap a few minutes ago. "Mac'n'cheese?"

I nod, and give him a half-smile before heading into the kitchen and setting the water on to boil. I head upstairs and call over my shoulder to him to tell me when it boils. He acknowledges and I roll my eyes, not really knowing why. I scramble up to the loft, and pull out the worst book I've ever read-and this is coming from me! A hardcore bookworm! (Never thought you'd see those words in a sentence, huh?) I grab a few pillows and throw them against my chosen wall and settle in. I pull my thick gold hair into a braid. I unhappily begin reading, silently cursing the teacher who forced this upon me just because I was reading in class. Look, lady, just because I like to read doesn't mean I like to read everything. Some books just aren't worth the time and energy. (I'd rather read some textbooks than the piece of historical BLAH that's in my hands right now!)

My brown eyes are bloodshot, sore and very, very angry with me for wasting their precious sight on something as awfully written as that thing, I'm embarrassed to be the same species as the people who consider that 'book' literature. I'm fairly sure that my angular features on my face look sick from disgust (three guesses why) and I slide down the loft's latter and my phone vibrates as I hit the floor. I pull it out and read my texts.

Kalli; Where R U?

Jase: U coming, Lian?

AleX: No ditching allowed, L! Don't make me hunt U down!

Rick: Helllllllloooo?

AleX: U OK?

I roll my eyes and walk to the closet, hitting the button in the back that allows me to access the hidden room behind it. My secret Lair, as it is. I quickly change into my outfit, clip thirteen knives to my hips and sling my quiver and bow across my back, then I slip out the blacked-out window, closing it silently behind me. I creep up the side of the building by the fire escape, and take a moment as I reach the top, a sense of wonder swelling in my chest as a smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth; I'll never get used to the view of the night city. Soft lights of the buildings and harsh brightness of the downtown area; signs, traffic signals and police cars. I laugh quietly at the view, at Starling City. Beautiful and dangerous, harsh and strong. I shake my head and my mind flashes to my waiting friends. I sling my bow over my shoulder and into my hand before shooting a line to the closest building and zip-lining across. The wind whips my side-French-braid around but I barely notice as the feeing of freedom in its purest form overwhelms me. I land in a quick, tight roll and am on my feet in a fraction of a second. My mind flashes to my friends and I make a point to get a move on. X and Jase aren't patient people. Kalli and Rick are a bit more level-headed and way less likely to jump to the worse-case scenario.

I race around the city with my zip-lines and make it to the warehouse in less than ten minutes. I slip through the window and land ten feet down in a crouch,

Jase's ever-green colored eyes are the first to spot me from the ratty couch where he's happily being a loner amongst loners. He crosses his arms and his eyebrows shoot up. Kalli turns from her conversation with Rick and X and rolls her eyes at me.

"Ready to party?" Kalli says through her full-face mask that leaves no facial features visible.

I answer with a smirk and with that the five of us simultaneously rush out of the building towards the nearest sirens.