GG: Hi guys! I love the Question! And to give this story a healthy sense of Irony I have chosen a name!
3rd pov
Charles stopped the car and turned around in his seat. Pulling together the simplest words he could. " I'm Charles Szasz." The blonde little girl tilted her head, Charles noted that her blue eyes were slightly brighter than his, something from her mother? Questioning opened her mouth and looked to be debating whether or no to speak. Charles waited to hear her voice once more. To listen to her for more than just a second. "Your my Dad." Charles couldn't help but smile sadly. She seemed so uncertain when she spoke. "Yeah, I'm your Dad." She just sat back, and watched him uneasily. Sighing Charles went back to driving. He pulled out a comm and set it to call Black Canary. Looking in the mirror he gestered for Questioning to be quiet as he called.
"What do you need Question?"
"I believe something is going on with the Cadmus in your area."
"And you'd like for me to check it out?"
"Yes, I would."
"Fine."
Turning off the comm after she answered, Charles looked back to his daughter. She was still watching him carefully. "You know your allowed to talk right?" Questioning looked him straight in his reflection's eyes."I-I am?" " You are." Charles stared ahead. Five mintues until they reached the lake. "Are you really my Dad?" "I am." Questioning's eyes widened. "You came to get me." "I'm your Dad, it's my job to take care of you." Silence took over the car as Questioning thought over his words. Charles parked the car infront of the lake and got out to grab a few things. Opening the trunk he rumaged around for to something to cover up the white jump suit she was wearing. The jump suit was skin-tight and sleeveless, white as white could be. On the chest was a plain question mark. Fitting for the daughter of the Question.
In the end Charles found an old sweatshirt, that Huntress left behind when they got together, and some shoes for a kid that he had no clue how they got in his trunk. Getting them out and putting them in the backseat, he took off the shirt he was wearing and the jeans. Revealing his trench coat and formal clothes that hid underneath. Pressing his belt buckle, his masked settled onto his face. Question helped Questioning out of the back and crouched down to her level. "I need you to call me Question for the time being." Questioning nodded, and allowed Question to put the sweat shirt on her. Question frowned noticing the scars and buirsing that ran up and down her arms. The file clearly didn't tell eveything that this little girl had gone thorugh. Putting the shoes on Questioning's bare feet, Question picked her up and set her down a few feet away from the car.
"Stay here, there's one last thing I need to do before we leave." The Question felt something with each step he took, and he didn't know what it was. Questioning sat down on the ground watching as Question, put the old shirt and jeans and soaked then in some powder he had. Questioning didn't understand why her father would take so much time to cover some old clothes with some powder just to throw them into the water. After Question began scooping the powder with his hands and sprinkled it onto the car. "Uhhhhhhhh...W-why are you covering the car in powder?" The Question stopped what he was doing and looked over to his blue eyed little girl. "I'm covering the car with an acidic powder called Tacho (pronouced Ta-cho, silent c) Powder, made up of Tabun, Batrachotoxin, and Baby powder. The Baby powder drys it out and makes it so only water can activate the break down power of the acids." Questioning marveled at the combination and before she could stop her asked him more about the acidic powder.
"How are you gonna get that off your hands?" Question was unknowingly proud of Questioning's, well, questions. Smiling behind his mask, he answered her. " I use a solvent that contains salt, grinded rice, and baking powder. It distorys the rest of the acid and allows me to wash it off." Questioning watched him finish off the container that held the disolving mixture and push the car into the lake. The second it hit the shallow water the car disappeared in seconds. Throwing the container into the water, Question shock his hands in an attempt to rid them of any loose powdery dust. "Would you like to help?" Questioning nodded and ran over.
Question crouched down to her level, careful to avoid getting any Tacho on her. "I want you to get the solvent out of my pocket ok?" Questioning nodded and peered at the pocket, stepping forward a few steps. Reaching into Question's pocket she pulled out a screw-on-lid container. "Got it!" "Good, now take off the lid." Doing as he said Questioning took off the lid with little difficulty. "Now I want you to take a little in your hands and to sprinkle it on mine." By the time Question's hands were covered enough to successfully wash off the Tacho, Questioning's hands were just as covered in the solvent. Both of them washed their hands and Question began the journey with his daughter to the closet Zetabeam, which was a mile away.
Questioning followed Question happily, or aleast that's what the five year old convinced herself. Adults were never nice. never spoke a word to her, none of the grown-ups had. The only person to talk to her was the big computer that taught her, and he was no fun. He made her sit down all day and read & answer questions. Though that weird kid was meaner than the computer that taught her. But atleast Cheshire let her run around. Still she was scary... Questioning watched everything around her, finally realizing that she was outside for the first time. Stopping everytime she saw something new. Which was about every three seconds. Glancing over to her father, Questioning stopped once again and looked to the sky. The sun was beautiful, even though it hurt her eyes.
Turning around to make sure Questioning was still following, Question saw that she had stopped and was looking up towards the sky. Following her eyes Question realized she was staring directly into the sun. Great. Running towards her, Question picked her up and scolded her. "Questioning, it's dangerous to stare at the sun." Regardless of how emotionless you would of thought the Question would of been when saying this to anyone, it was more than slightly paniced and rushed as he upbraided his daughter. "Why?" He clearly forgot she was five and was his daughter, the Question's daughter. Of course she would forever be stuck in the 'Why' phase. Sighing, Question began to walk towards the Zetabeam, still carrying his daughter.
"Because staring at the sun damages your eyes."
"How?"
"The sun produces different UV rays, that cause damage to different parts of the eye."
"What kind of UV rays are there?"
Question scruched an eyebrow, "How do you know there's more than one?" "You said the sun makes different UV rays." Question looked at his daughter with surpise, but was purely proud that she figured that out. "You are correct I did say that. There are two types. UVA rays penetrate into the back of the eye, then UVB rays cause damage to the front of eye or more veraciously the lens and cornea." Settling Questioning on his hip, Question began thinking something over. "Questioning?" "Yeah?" "We need to choose a new name for you."
Questioning corked up an eyebrow herself and chriply asked another question. "Why?" Quickly cooking up an answer, Question responded.
"Think of it like this, Life is like a story about you, correct?"
"I guess."
"Cadmus was the setting for your first chapter. The title of the chapter was 'Questioning'."
"Uh-huh."
"Now you need to pick a new title for your next chapter."
"Oooohh! ...Like what?"
Question sighed. This was gonna be a long walk. Good news was the Zeta beam was only around the next turn. "I've been saving a name, 'Vic Sage'. We can go off of that." Questioning was smiling quite brightly, after all first day seeing the 'real world'. "So I'd be Vic Sage's daughter?" Her thirst for knowledge was practically screaming. "In a way I suppose." "Then who would be Question's daughter?" "That would be Questioning." Questioning tried wrapping her head around this whole conversation. " But I thought I was Questioning?" "Do you want to be?" Questioning went silent for a moment. Did she want to be Questioning? She's never had been someone else...But Questioning was kept inside all day and she liked being outside..."No." "Then Questioning doesn't have to exist." For the rest of the little time that was left of the walk to the Zeta beam was quiet. After all, Questioning had disappeared, Question was now traveling with Vic Sage's nameless little girl.
They traveled into the Zeta beam, which was a random old telephone booth that didn't work, that was next to an abandoned bus stop. After typing in the code to allow a guest to travel with him, Question transported them to Chicago. Deleting all record of them ever coming to Chicago...or her existing. His little girl, reguardless of who he was at the moment, was too busy either in awe over the towering buildings or trying to think of a name for herself, was quiet for the whole walk towards 'Vic Sage's' new apartment. Not that, that was a problem. Question knew how loud children could be and that wouldn't help him sneak around in the shadows. Which was what he was doing right now. No one needed to see the Question walking down the streets of Chicago with a little girl.
Almost an half an hour later, Question made it to the apartment building, that held the apartment he owned. Of course no one was out and about. It was about three-thirty. The time children were just getting out of school and all parents rushed to grab their children. Allowing Question to put his daughter down in the lobby and to hold her hand as they both walked up the stairs together to their new home.
The girl who was no longer 'Questioning', noted every detail of her new home. The apartment building was old, a brick building that was covered in graphtti. The lobby had the same feeling and smelt of old people. But to her it seemed so much nicer then the plain never changing room she lived in at Cadmus. She was feeling better about simply going along with her father, it was nicer to have the sense of being cared about.
Question quickly unlocked the door to their new home and got both of them inside. Pressing his belt buckle, he was once again sprayed with the chemical gas that allowed him to take off his mask. Welcome to the world Vic Sage. Putting it away he took a seat on the couch next to his daughter. "So..has Vic Sage's daughter figured out who she wants to be yet?" The blued girl looked up to him and nodded. " I think so..." Moving her so she was on his lap, he allowed her to continue. "...I want to be 'Scarlett Robin Sage'." This perked Vic's curiousity. "Why 'Scarlett Robin'?" His little girl now named 'Scarlett' looked up to him and explained it like it was the simplest thing in the world. "The computer who taught me, told me that 'Scarlett' was another name for the color 'red' and red's my favorite color. I choose Robin 'cuse they can fly and I can fly too! Atleast when I'm doing gymnastics...That and they're red." Scarlett leaned back, resting on her father.
Vic nodded and just sat with his daughter in his lap. Time passed and Scarlett's breathing evened out. For hours they just sat there. Vic smiled and moved Scarlett so she was laying on the couch. Scarlett was his daughter, but the point she brought up on the way here was a good point. Vic was two people, but those two people were the same person. Scarlett was Vic's daughter. The Question had a daughter too...but that couldn't be Scarlett and Questioning was in a way dead. So who was Question's daughter? Vic smiled realizing who it was. Every Question needed an Answer and Scarlett was certainly Vic's. Who better to be the answer to 'Who's the Question's daughter?' than the Answer?
Vic stood up and kissed his daughter good night. It would be a while before he let Question meet his own daughter the Answer.
GG: Ok guys who likes the story? And to give this story even more Irony I at some point will add A dog to the Question family! I'm begging you to suggest a name and breed for the dog!
Ok thanks again for reading! Review! * Damian comes out of no where*
Damain: Or else.
