Welcome to chapter 3 of 'Intangible' which you may know was original titled 'Invisible' and a 'syoc' originally authored by 'AC333', which the first 10 chapters were written solely by her, before I began co-writing in chapter 11, and continued to do so until chapter 23. AC333 decided to let me adopt the story after she desired to re-write it, not wanting the version we had both worked so hard on to die, I am now posting and continuing it on my account along with 'Blaze Year One' which was another story I wrote that she published on her account, with AC being a consultant on various characters.

Now 'Intangible' and the spin off/prequel 'Blaze Year One' are both sequels to her story 'Suicide Squad' which takes place in Justice League following the Thanagarian invasion and Shayera's decision to quit the League, it is completed and can be found at the link below, I urge you to read that first, as it has several plot points that come up in 'Intangible' that you might get confused with otherwise.

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And before we continue, I would like to thank AC333 once again for allowing me to continue this story that we have both worked so hard on, and found friends in one another through doing so.

Disclaimer: All DC characters are property of DC (duh).

Chapter 4

Olivia sat in the backseat of Zora's BMW, arms crossed over her chest. Emma sat in the front with Zora, excitedly chatting away about the party they were going to. The fraternity Sigma Chi was hosting a party in their house on the Metropolis University campus. Zora had been very friendly with Emma lately. Her boyfriend was a member of the fraternity and had gotten the two invited. However, Emma and Olivia had plans that night. Because Emma was so thoughtful, she insisted that Olivia come with her to the party. And since Olivia could tell how much Emma wanted to go and knew that she would stay at the Metro Tower if she refused, she decided to attend the party. If it was especially horrible, she could turn invisible and leave early.

Zora cut off the car in front of them, whipping into a spot that had just opened up next to a motorcycle. Olivia clenched the leather as horns beeped at them from all directions. Zora was unaffected. "Hey, Olivia," she said casually, as if she hadn't sucker punched her the day before. "Do you mind running in and grabbing me a pack of gum? I'm seeing Matt tonight." Olivia rolled her eyes as Emma giggled.

"Sure," she muttered as she pushed the car door open, ducking her head as she got out. She wore a pair of dark brown leather Sperry's, a dark floral skirt, and a tight fitting black long sleeve shirt. She had two braids in her hair, connecting at the nape of her neck so her hair was out of her face. She decided to wear some makeup to make her look older and to cover the bruise on her nose. Luckily, it didn't swell at all. Mostly because Emma had healed it for her it the night before. Emma claimed that it was an accident but Olivia knew better.

She pulled the door open, heading into one of the isle's and grabbing a pack of spearmint gum, muttering under her breath. As she walked over to pay, she noticed a familiar face in the convenience store.

Jason Reed stood at the slurpee station, giving her a slight smile. He was still wearing his long coat, both hands pressed on the counter. He wore black jeans underneath and a red button down shirt. She walked over with a grin on her face. "Jason Reed," she said, leaning against the counter next to him. "Funny seeing you here."

"Hey, Liv," he said, shifting a bit closer to her. He had bags under his eyes like he had gotten no sleep the night before. It didn't seem to affect him at all as he looked wide awake. "Life's funny like that. I live just around the corner. You getting anything else," he asked, nodding his head towards her pack of gum.

"No, but if you're nice, I'll let you buy me a slurpee," she said, teasing him as she walked around the counter, sticking a piece of gum in her mouth. "That thing you pulled at lunch yesterday was pretty bold."

He gave her a strange smile. "Yeah, well, the extreme always seems to make an impression," he said. Olivia decided that his voice sounded like a Jack Nicholson impression. "What kind of slurpee did you say?"

"I didn't," she answered with a slight smile. "Cherry." Jason smiled as he made her the drink, also paying for the pack of gum. She shoved the pack of gum into her purse. Her phone was already sitting inside. She pulled out one piece to give to Zora, holding it in her clammy hands to make it as gross as possible.

Together, they walked out of the door. They made it to the curb, pausing at his motorcycle. She sipped her slurpee, giving him a slight smile. "Nice bike," she complemented as he sat down. She recognized the bike because her one of her foster father's was really into motorcycles. He would drag her to conventions where she would sit alone for hours. She started to try and remember the different types of motorcycles. It was a Harley-Davidson FXRS-SP Low Rider with a black and red finish.

"Yeah," he smiled, rubbing his fingers along the handlebars. "Just one of the perks of my father's business." He pulled out a cigarette, holding it between his teeth as he lit it. Before she could ask him what his father did for a living, he asked, "Is your life perfect?"

With sarcasm dripping from her voice, she said, "Oh yeah. I'm on my way to a Sigma Chi party at Metropolis U,' she said, rolling her eyes slightly. "No, my life isn't perfect." She jumped slightly as Zora beeped behind her, gesturing for Olivia to hurry up. "I don't really like my friends," she glaring at her.

He laughed. "Yeah, uh, I don't really like your friends either." He took a long drag from the cigarette, blowing it out of his nose.

"Well, it's just like they're people I work with and their job is being popular and shit," she muttered, taking a sip of her slurpee. She looked at her feet. "And I hate acting as fake as they do."

"Maybe it's time to take a vacation," he told her. The corners of her lips turned up. He glanced at Zora's car. "I might see you on campus tonight. I'm staying with an old friend. If not, I'll see you in AP computer science on Monday." He gave her a smile.

She raised an eyebrow. "I haven't seen you in that class," she said, extremely surprised. It was a pretty small class since it was only offered as an elective. Most kids took photography or ceramics or another easy class just to get the credits. She would have noticed if he was there.

He started to laugh, swinging his leg over his bike. "I'm pretty good with computers but I've been skipping since the day I transferred. It seemed like a class that would get lame fast. But now I have a reason to stay."

She couldn't hide the grin that grew on her face. "Well, I'll see you around. Later, Jason." She turned and walked to Zora's car, tossing the piece of gum through the window.

She pulled open the door, plopping down as she buckled her seatbelt. "You're talking to him?" Asked Emma. She tried to be casual with the question, but Olivia knew her long enough to know when she was worried. Zora peeled out of the spot, heading to the campus.

"Not really. It was just a coincidence that he was there," she said as she pulled out her phone, checking the time. It was 9:17 and their curfew on weekends was midnight. Only upperclassmen gained that privilege. Emma grunted to answer, crossing her arms over her chest. They drove for a few more minutes in silence, finally pulling into the campus and attempting to find a parking spot in front of the crowded frat house.

They finally did and the three quickly walked into the house, music blasting from inside. It was dark, the house filled with college students. The entire place reeked of alcohol. Olivia immediately regretted her decision to come and started to feel a bit of anxiety. She was too shy and introverted to be at a crowded party where she only liked one person. And that one person (Emma) would probably ditch her the moment she laid eyes on a cute boy.

Zora's boyfriend found her as soon as they walked through the door. He planted a kiss directly on her lips. Two guys were following behind with typical fuck-boy clothes. She was pretty sure that they didn't own any other brand besides Vineyard Vines. "You made it!" He said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Zora giggled as she pushed him away, saying, "Matt, Jake, Tyler, those two are Emma and, uh, Olivia," she said, pointing to each one of them. Jake had long, blonde hair that was neatly combed out of his face and Tyler was wearing a snap back. She was pretty sure they were some of the douchiest people she had ever met and hadn't said a word.

Jake looked her up and down as he said, "Excellent." Matt and Tyler laughed as Tyler took Emma by the arm, pulling her away. She gave Olivia a slight wave and a smile as Zora and Matt began to make out.

Jake put his hand on her waist as he stepped closer to her, saying, "Why don't we get something to drink?"

She immediately tensed. Olivia moved away from his touch, heading towards the drink table. Jake handed her a cup of beer that she had no intention of drinking. The two made their way over to one of the hallway's walls. "So," he said over the loud music, attempting to get a conversation started. "You have a boyfriend?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at his subtle attempt to seduce her. She took a few sips of the beer, cringing at the horrible taste. "No," she finally answered, pouring some of her drink on the ground as he glanced away. "Not right now. I'm too busy with the Youth League."

Jake blatantly stared at a girl who walked past them. "Oh yeah, I forgot you guys were in that," he said with a distracted voice. "Let's go sit down." He followed the girl that walked by, Olivia choosing to stay with him. At least he knew her name. She rolled up her sleeves, her face starting to flush pink. It was really hot in the house.

He took a long swig of beer as the two sat on the couch. He reached over, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Listen," he slurred out, shifting closer to her. "I know everyone in the League isn't this uptight. Your friends definitely aren't."

Oliva rolled her eyes as she tensed up, pulling his arm off her shoulders. "I don't feel too good, okay," she said. She stood up, holding her stomach. She was starting to feel very, very nauseous. It was probably from the shitty beer.

He completely ignored her. "Let's do it on the couch!" He shouted as he lay down, arms folded on his stomach. He stared at her legs, slowly moving them back up to her face.

"I have a speech prepared to those who want more than I'm ready to give them," she hissed, glaring at him. "Wow, _ I had a great time—"

"—Save the speeches for Obama," he said as he drummed his hands on his stomach. "I just want to get laid."

Olivia's mouth dropped open in shock as she said, "You don't deserve my speech," she said as she threw her cup at him. She turned on her heels, looking for Emma. She held her hand to her stomach, hoping she could keep it in. She had to push through people, heading to the front door.

She found Zora making out with her boyfriend against a wall. Olivia impatiently tapped her on the shoulder. "Zora. Zora!" She yelled, gagging slightly. She didn't know if she could hold it in much longer.

Zora whipped around, glaring at her. "What?" She hissed, stepping away from her boy toy. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something? Where's Jake?" She asked, glancing behind her.

Olivia crossed her arms, starting to sweat with sickness. "I feel really sick," she said, leaning her head against a wall. Her head was starting to spin. "Can we please go or at least find Emma?"

"No," spat out Zora, taking a step towards her. "Hell no. I didn't want to invite you to this party because I knew you'd do something like this!"

Olivia's eyes widened as she leaned forward, puking all over Zora's shoes. She heard laughter from the room as she turned invisible, phasing through the crowd until she got outside. She knew that that they weren't supposed to be using their powers and she could get in a ton of trouble for doing this, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She took a deep breath as she sat on the curb in front of the building, holding her head in her hands. Of course something that humiliating had to happen in front of Zora. Tears of embarrassment began to form in her eyes.

She heard a roar of the engine as a motorcycle stopped in front of her. She looked up, eyes widening in surprise. She blinked away the tears, hoping he hadn't noticed. "Long time no see," said Jason with a slight grin. She saw that he wasn't wearing a helmet. "You alright?"

She shook her head, standing up slowly. "If you mean I don't care that I just puked in front of my tormentor and a bunch of college kids, then yes I'm alright."

Jason gave her a pity smile as he held out a bottle of water. "Here," he said. She took it, taking a small sip as she rinsed out her mouth a few times. She then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand."Don't worry about it. Those douche bags are too drunk to remember any of this.

"Thanks," she said as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Jason barked out a laugh as he said. "Hop on. I'll give you a ride back to the tower. My friend didn't want company tonight. The sock on the door was enough warning. I guess I didn't get the memo." She unzipped her purse and stuck in a piece of gum from the pack she had bought earlier.

She hesitated a moment before shooting Emma a quick text.

Olivia: Just threw up. Not feeling too good. Leaving early, catching a cab

She then hopped on the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around Jason. The engine roared as he pulled away from the curb. Suddenly, she didn't feel as sick as before.

Jason sped through the University gates, whipping into the crowded city street. Olivia squeaked, holding on a bit tighter as he dodged through traffic, stopping at a red light. She let out a shaky laugh. "I guess you're an aggressive driver," she said, putting her feet down as they came to a stop.

He turned to her, laughing a bit. "Yeah, well, someone has to be. Besides, what good is a motorcycle if you follow the rules of the road?" His dark eyes twinkled with mischief as the light turned green. He pulled his hand all the way back, going to top speed. She giggle a bit as they rode through the dark streets, people turning to watch them speed by. A few minutes later, Jason pulled up to the Metro Tower, stopping in the driveway of the building. She was lucky that it was deserted at this time and no one was there to snoop.

Oliva hopped off the bike, smoothing her skirt down with her hands as she turned to face Jason. "Thank you," she said, subconsciously playing with her hair. "You turned a horrible night into a fun one." She tugged down her shirt, noticing that it had started to ride up.

Jason turned to look at her, running his hands through his hair as he gave her a smile. "You're welcome," he said. "It was my pleasure. Let me know anytime your so-called friends are bitchier than usual." She noticed that he looked her up and down, smiling a bit as his eyes her own. She saw her own reflection in them because they were so dark. She couldn't tell if they were black or brown.

She felt chills go down her spine. She smiled, answering. "I will. You know they were supposed to move me to high school after sixth grade because I was supposed to be this big genius. My social worker refused to sign off on it because he said I would have trouble making friends." She paused, looking at her shoes. "Now look where I am."

Jason gave her a sad smile. "Well, you got one now," he said as he reached out, grabbing her hands as he jerked her down. She nearly phased out of surprise but managed to let him guide her. He pulled her down so her face was even with his and he leaned forward, planting his lips on her own. She made a squeaking noise in the back of her throat, her eyes wide open. After a moment, she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. They broke apart after a few seconds, both with large grins on their faces.

"Bye, Jason," she said softly, trying to hide the blush on her face. Jason gave her a small wave as he pulled off into the night, the engine roaring loudly. Olivia practically skipped into the Metro Tower, holding up her ID as she quickly made her way into the elevator.

The building was empty because most heroes worked for the League during the day. At night, they would cover their own cities. Right now, there was a graveyard shift. She hummed to herself as the elevator doors closed, turning on her phone to check her messages. She had five messages and two missed calls, all from Emma.

Emma: Are you ok? Do you want me to come find you?

Emma: Liv

Emma: Seriously Liv what's going on why aren't you answering

Emma: Liv please answer you shouldn't be alone in the city at night

Emma: Olivia Graham answer right now otherwise I am going to report you missing

Olivia pressed call and held her ear up to her phone. Emma answered on the second ring. "Hello? Liv?" She said, practically yelling into the phone. She could hear the loud music in the background. "Shut up, Tyler!" She heard a door slam before she faintly heard the music. She had just stepped outside. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," answered Olivia, breathing a sigh of relief. Good thing she had called Emma in time. If she had't, she would have reported her missing to the League. "I just wasn't checking my phone. I'm back at the Metro Tower now."

"Jeez, Liv, don't scare me like that!" Snapped Emma, letting out a sigh of relief. "Are you feeling ok?"

"I'm good," she said. She felt much better than before. The elevator doors opened as she walked onto the seventeenth floor. "Got to go. Remember, curfew is midnight."

Emma laughed into the phone. "Ok, fairy godmother. See you later." Emma hung up as Olivia started to scan her card to open the door. She paused before glancing at the piece of paper taped to it. It was folded in half once, her name written on the outside. She pulled it off, unfolding it to read. She struggled to read the handwriting at first. It was like second grader's. One of her foster parents used to call it chicken scratch writing. It said:

Olivia,

You have a private training session in the Metro Tower's gym with me at 7 tomorrow morning. Don't be late.

-Shayera Hol

Olivia's mind blanked for a moment before she realized to Shayera Hol was. It was Hawkgirl. Why the hell would she want a private training session with Olivia? They had probably exchanged ten total words together in her three years at the Metro Tower. And it was rare for kids from the Youth League to get attention from a founding member. She shook her head as she entered the room, deciding that was a problem for tomorrow morning. She set her alarm, quickly getting ready to fall asleep. She flopped into bed once she was changed, falling asleep immediately. And Jason Reed was on her mind.