The three of them finally walked out of the church. Dinah smiled as she saw the silver BMW R1200RT her sister was walking to. She watched as she saw Krystal-Lee slip on a pair of pants and put on her silver helmet hopping on her bike, she figured it was the same one dad had left for her. She got in the rental car with Oliver as they fallowed Krystal-Lee to her parent's house or she guessed it was now hers legally. As they drove, she and Oliver didn't say a word, they just held each other's hand. Two year she was to keep her sister, a sister who wanted nothing to do with her, safe for two whole years. This was a challenge on its own. She could handle fighting crime even training the Young Justice League, but having to watch an angry, confused, and upset sixteen year old, Dinah wondered just how she was going to survive this one.

As they pulled up to the house Dinah's eyes widened, the house was beautiful. Much nicer than the one they used to live in when they lived in Gotham together. This house was light yellow with three stories and each story had about two balconies. The outside was covered with rose bushes everywhere. The outside screamed her mother. As they pulled up Dinah and Oliver could tell how the murders broke in. The front door was broken down and the windows around the door were broken. Dinah watch her sister as she stopped in front of the broken door questioning whether it was safe to go inside or not. After a couple of minutes Krystal-Lee walked in the house and headed to were Dinah could only guess was her room. Dinah and Oliver soon followed. As they walked in Dinah couldn't help but hesitate. The inside was as worse than the outside. There was glass everywhere, walls had holes in them, and fabric was ripped. As they walked around the first floor they saw a broken dining room table and broken dishes everywhere. The stuffing to the sofa was ripped out and there was a wooden rod in the TV, but it looked like only the bottom room was destroyed for as they walked up stairs everything was still put together. There were three rooms on the middle floor one was Krystal-Lee's as she could she her door open, but what were the other two?

Krystal-Lee sat in the middle of her room with her legs crossed. Her room looked like any other teenage girl's room. The walls were cream with posters of her favorite bands hanging from them. Along with the posters she also had pictures which she had painted and letters stapled on the walls. The pictures were of hearts, stars and just simple saying she had painted on paper. The letters were from her friends at school, notes they would pass back and forth to one another. She had a retro blue and green plastic chandelier hanging from the corner of her room right next to her blue, queen size bed. The wooden desk and dresser next to her bed were cluttered with random items. Placed next to her were three suitcases she had packed and her dad's leather briefcase next to them. The briefcase had really started to make Krystal-Lee wonder about what happened the night they were murdered.

She wasn't there that Monday night because she and three of her friends were coming home from a weekend hunting trip up in the mountains by Canada. Their trip was surprisingly successful for hunting small game. Krystal-Lee had caught herself two bobcats and a red fox. All together the four of them had caught a total of three bobcats, four red foxes and two coyotes. She was so happy it was her first time hunting without her father and she couldn't wait to show him her game, but when she returned home later that night she saw dozens of cops and ambulances standing outside her home. This was the first time she was allowed to come in her house since Monday and as soon as she walked up to the door, or whatever was left of it, she felt her heart drop. The place she once felt safe was now a place she didn't even want to walk in, but she did any way. Now here she was sitting on her floor with her three suitcases packed and her dad's briefcase now in her lap.

She held the briefcase in her hands feeling the leather beneath her fingers. She then played with the gold combination locks. There was two one on each side of the briefcase with three combinations each, making six total. She was working on the code for five minutes straight now and it was starting to get to her. She tried everything she could think of, his birthday, mom's birthday, their anniversary, Nana's birthday, Pop's birthday, her birthday, Dinah's birthday, nothing. She threw her head down on the floor.

"Come on Dad what is it?"

He father, how she loved him. He taught her everything, well at least the important things. Dad had taught her how to shoot her first gun, a 22 Caliber handgun, when she was eight, at the age of ten he took her out on her first hunt, by the time she was fourteen she was taught how to handle a Semi-Automatic and Double Barreled rifle, a Remington Pump Action and Single Shot shotgun, a Double Action Semi-Automatic, Derringers Quadruple Barreled, and Double Action Only Revolver handgun, and of course an Assault Rifle machine gun. When she was fourteen dad started a game with her, it was called Hawkeye vs. Zero. Dad would be Zero and she was Hawkeye. He gave her the name Hawkeye because of her amazing aim said, "You have the eyes of a hawk kid". When we played our game she was the good guy and he was the bad guy. They played with their guns. Dad used his Double Action Only Revolver handgun, and I would always use a Double Action Semi-Automatic handgun and instead of real bullets they would use trick bullets. They were the same idea as Green Arrow's arrows, but instead of arrows they were bullets. We had blackout bullets, cable line bullets, flare bullets, flash grenade bullets, regular grenade bullets, glue bullets, net bullets, smoke bullets, and of course regular bullets, though she was never allowed to touch a regular bullet. They would go out in the woods away from the house and play for hours and hours. Sometimes she would win but most of the time her dad won, but when she would lose he would tell her why and how to make sure it didn't happen again. Mom never like it when they played though and would get mad at Dad, they rarely fought, but when they did it was always because of Dad's games.

That's when it hit her. If Dad gave her this case then whatever was inside it had something to do with them. A time that he never forgot, a date that would be forever imprinted in both of their hearts.

"Zero, two, zero, two, zero, two."

Click

She smiled, February 2, 2002 the day she shot for the first time. That day meant the world to her and her father it was the birth of her love for guns, the only thing that kept her and her father together.

As she opened the briefcase she saw four things, a mask, a letter, a key, and her father's Double Action Semi-Automatic handgun.

The mask was a woman's mask, femininely symmetrical. The corners of the mask were pointed up, and it was sticky on the inside with a brown ribbon that connected the two sides so that it would fit on her face, but her favorite part about it was the brown and white hawk feather that covered it completely. Afraid to try it on she then looked at the letter,

My Dearest Krystal-Lee Neaven Lance,

If you're reading this that means A) You snuck in my closet and decided to go through my things (if that's the case then you better stop reading this and put everything back were you found it before you end up in trouble), or B) I have died and have given this case to you as a good bye present. As you can see I have left you four items, a letter, a mask, a key, and your favorite my Double Action Semi-Automatic handgun. My little Hawkeye you have grown up so fast. I still remember the first time you shot my 22 Caliber, and I can see that neither have you. There is something you need to know, you are being hunted down. I can't tell you who they are or even when they'll come for you, but I'll tell you this they want to kill off the Lance family. Also you can NOT tell Dinah about them if they find out that someone else knows about this your time will be cut in half. Don't worry about Dinah they came along after she left so they know nothing about her, but they know about you my dear. I'm not saying you have to do this next thing I am going to tell you, but please keep this in your mind. Since the day you turned eleven I have been training you. The games we played when you were younger were not just regular games, those games were really a way I could train you without you or your mother finding out what I was really doing, though your mother still found out. What I was really doing was turning you into the next Zero. Zero was a super hero, he was a sharp shooter. Seventeen years ago he retired, but lately he was needed again. He's enemies were after him and they wanted blood. Krystal-Lee I was Zero, and sadly my enemies are the reasons why me and your mother are dead. Krystal-Lee I made that mask for you and left a key and my handgun for if you choose to accept it. If you choose to accept this then you will take the position as the new Zero a better Zero my Hawkeye. You will found yourself with enemies, but you also will be protected. If you accept this life I have placed in front of you, then look at the bottom of the paper go to that address and ask for Leila and Robert, bring the key with you. I know that this is a lot for you to handle right now and like I told you earlier you don't have to do this. It's only an option. If you choose not to accept this then put everything back in the case and save it for a rainy day.

I love you Lee,

Dad

4044 Jamerson St, Stony, Florida 23829

She folded the letter back up, took her mask and gun and put them back in the briefcase with the key and closed it. In the past five minutes she had found out that her father was an ex superhero called Zero and that she was next on his enemies list to die. She shook her head, "I can't do right now."

It was too much too soon. She couldn't handle it right now, maybe later, but not now. She took her suitcases and her dad's brief case and walked out of her room to find Dinah. Thankfully she was only in the next room over. Krystal-Lee walked into the light blue room and found Dinah and Oliver lying on the white queen size bed with Dinah on top of Oliver and their mother's chest on the ground.

"You know this is your room?"

Dinah looked up from Oliver and stared at her sister, "It is?" She asked with disbelief.

"Yeah Mom, she… well she put it together just in case you know, you decided to come home."

Dinah looked around the room it was just a light blue painted room with a white queen size bed and wooden desk and dresser. There were a few family pictures on the wall and her coo coo clock Nana had given to her that she left at their old house in Gotham.

"I can't believe she made me a room."

Krystal-Lee looked down at the ground trying to avoid eye contact, "Yea, well she always had hoped you would come home."

"Oh."

Thus was the start of an awkward silence. It felt like forever until Dinah broke the quite,

"You changed."

Krystal-Lee looked down at her clothes. Instead of the dress and shoes she wore for the funeral she was now in gray yoga pants and a white t-shirt with the word pink in pink letters on the right side. Her feet were bare and her hair was up in a ponytail.

"Yeah I feel more convertible. If you want mom bought some sweats and put them in your dresser."

And with that she walked out of the room and went outside she put her bags in the back of the rental car but kept the briefcase with her tying it to her dad's well now her motorcycle. Soon after Dinah and Oliver came walking out of the house, Dinah who was now in a pair of white sweat pants and a black hoody walked over to Krystal-Lee and took her hand in hers.

"You got everything you want to take with you?"

Krystal-Lee pulled her hand from out of Dinah's and walked over to the bike, "Yeah how's my bike getting to Star City?"

Oliver looked at her and smiled, "A friend of my will deliver it once we get to the airport."

Krystal-Lee nodded her head in understanding and hopped on her bike. As soon as she heard the rental car start she started her bike and led the way to the airport, but not without taking a final look at her lonely home.