Ch 2

Central City

The bar was loud and crowded as his crew celebrated. The heist went off without a hitch. Of course he knew it would he planned it after all. He sighed as he nursed the one beer he was drinking. He needed to find better help. These idiots were now useless to him. He let them celebrate stupidly because this was the last of the money they would be spending. His plan, his take.

Suddenly flashes of her entered his mind. He tried to shake them off. He had to stop thinking about her. The ninja assassin he met a month ago. Sometimes he could still see her ice colored eyes peeking out from her mask and feel her hands on his skin. He shook his head again, no. She gone and that was it. He downed the rest of his beer. Focus Leonard.

He wished Mick's sentence was shorter, his partner had one more year inside Iron Heights then he would stop needing to find idiots to help him. Most jobs he could do himself, there was just sometimes when you need more hands.

The only issue was what to do with them. He contemplated that while surveying the bar. Killing them would be messy, running would make them come after him and he have to kill them anyway and turning them in would cause more of a hindrance with his next heist.

Leonard finished his beer as he made his decision, no one would miss these low lives. His next heist he could do alone.

Nanda Parbat

She heard someone land softly behind her, she flipped both knifes in her hands around and held them outwards and turned to face the next assailant. She lashed out with a kick that sent him flying backwards into the wall. The next attacker come at her with swinging punch; she easily dodged it and firmly grasped his hand, pulled and used the guy's momentum to flip him over her head. The guy's body thumped to the ground hard.

Another one pulled out knife and held it out at her. She took her own knife and flipped it around blade facing down and got into a fighting position. He stabbed at her she dodged him without much effort.

He charged her again, she stepped out of the way letting his momentum send him forward as he passed she elbowed him in the back. He got up back up and faced her down again. She dodged his attempts but he did manage to scrape her arm with the blade. She looked down at the rip in her arm and at the blood that started pooling through it.

She held her knife high knowing how he would counter her attack, she ran forward ready to stab downwards. As predicted his hand rose up to grab her wrist holding the knife to stop the attack. She let go of the knife, caught it below with her other hand. She aimed for his thigh, plunging it down missing his arteries. His hand went to his leg. She kicked him in the stomach sending him backwards and then sent a quick roundhouse kick to his face with an audible crack he fell to the floor.

. "You were distracted, sister" Nyssa said to her as she wrapped the wound on her arm. "That is a weakness. You were lucky father did not see you."

She knew she was distracted, she was thinking about Leonard again. She only spent one night with him but she found herself missing him. She just met him and shared things with him that she didn't share with any of her other lovers.

She noticed too late before she walked into her sister that had moved in front of her. Nyssa was one year older than her and acted like she was 10 years older. "Your mind is elsewhere, Sara" she said sternly as she followed her into her room. "You've been distracted since you got back from the States. Did something go wrong with mission?"

"No, that went perfectly"

Nyssa looked at her with concern. "Did something happen afterwards?"

She could usually talk to her sisters and tell them about the men and women she met. This one felt different though. She wasn't ready to share him. "No, I finished the kill and came home. I just haven't been sleeping well that's all."

Her sister's brow furrowed. "The nightmares?" she asked. Sara nodded that excuse would work. She had been having nightmares since she was little. She didn't know what caused them or what they meant. They were fuzzy and out of focus, all she remembered was being terrified. "I'm sure they'll pass like they always do. I just need to mediate more"

Nyssa bowed her head and left her room. Sara knew she didn't believe her. She didn't like withholding the truth from her. Being one year apart they had shared everything and had made up their own language, much to the chagrin of their eldest sister Talia.

She was getting ready to take a shower when an envelope slipped out from underneath her door. She walked over and picked it up. It was another mission. She opened it and read it.

Lawyer, No Witnesses, Star City, Washington USA, Dinah Laurel Lance.

She smiled, Star City. She might have time to see Leonard if she left now.

Star City

She woke up in a cold sweat, plagued by the same nightmare she's had since childhood. The nightmare she'd never forget. Her parents didn't blame her, but she blamed herself even though she shouldn't. She was just kid a too. She was the older sister; she was supposed to take care of her, supposed to watch her.

The same scene played over and over in her head. Why didn't she just take her with to show her mother the shell she had found? Why did she just leave her there? Of course she knew the answer she was 8 not the 29 years she was now. Her 8 year old self was only thinking of the shiny sea perfect sea shell she found on the beach.

Six year old Sara Lance disappeared while vacationing in the Canary Islands with her family.

That was the news reporter said when they returned home. Her parents were too distraught to hide it from her. They were told to return home after spending three more weeks hoping to find some kind of answers.

Dinah Laurel Lance got out of bed and went into the bathroom to splash water on her face to try to wash away the memory. It had been twenty years since her little sister's disappearance, not a trace was found of her whereabouts or her body. She had to move on and her mind had to be clear for court today. A one Nicolas Webster could not get away with what he did to her client. She knew she faced an uphill battle; he was rich, white and an all star college athlete. The trifecta in getting away with whatever you wanted, including the date rape of two girls. She opened the trunk and placed her wig nicely on top of her outfit. The Black Canary was her alter ego. A vigilante that fought for women and made sure criminals would pay for their crimes. So she knew that even if Nicholas Webster was acquitted by the jury, he would not escape her justice.

Tbc…