AN: Sorry about the wait folks! It's been a rough couple of weeks and I'm sure my fellow College/University peers would agree that this time of the year isn't the best for time. But this story was begging to be written and so here is another issue of Gotham City Secret Origins.
Issue #3
The Ghosts of the Past Never Really Stay There
After a night filled with humiliation, desire, even more humiliation and magic, Quinn woke up the next morning feeling like she was floating on air. Looking down she realized she was indeed, floating two feet above her bed.
"AHHH!" Unprepared for the surprise flight she crashed to the bed, the force breaking its legs with a loud crash.
Fortunately the fall didn't seem to injure anything but her ego so Quinn got up quickly to inspect the damage done in her room. Well, she always thought her bed frame was a bit too high. And Clark thought she couldn't be a D.I.Y. Getting up to go get dressed, she saw that her phone was lighting up. A luminous smile graced the young Kryptonian's face as she saw that it was Rachel who had texted her.
Rise and shine Quinn! I'll never be able to express how happy I am that we got a chance to get to know each other even after all the magical and non-magical embarrassments. So sorry I couldn't meet up today because of school :( but I absolutely cannot wait for our date tomorrow!
Xoxo *
P.S. you might regret telling me that I can contact you at anytime…
If possible, Quinn's smile widened even more. Thank Rao Rachel hated the texting language. English was bad enough to keep up with without shortening all the words in communication. Looking at the ground she noticed that she had unintentionally floated a couple of inches in the air again and tried to keep the giddiness to a minimum. A sharp and distinctive knock at her door was enough to distract Quinn from any more thoughts about the tiny brunette that had successfully taken over all of her senses.
Opening the door Quinn saw that it was the always-pleasant landlady of the apartment building. "Good morning Ms. Fabray. There was complaint of quite the commotion here, is everything okay?"
The blonde winced as the older (way older) woman's plastic face crinkled up with insincerity, "I'm fine Mrs. Michaels, just a faulty bed frame. It broke, causing the big crash and commotion."
Mrs. Michaels' eyes narrowed and she huffed haughtily, "Hmph well next time you have a-a guest over try not to break anything that could cause permanent damage to my building!"
Flabbergasted at the suggestion, Quinn tried to assure her landlady, "N-n-no! There's nobody else here Mrs. Michaels! Just me. It wasn't like that I-"
"Regardless if it was with somebody else or just yourself; I don't want your perverse activities to bother anymore tenants! This is your only warning." And with that the grumpy old Mrs. Michaels stalked down the hall.
Quinn closed her eyes in frustration and mortification… Great now her landlady thought she was some sort of masturbating perv who breaks her bed frame.
In an effort to forget the embarrassing visit, Quinn returned to her bedroom to answer Rachel's text.
I can't wait either… what are we doing?
While Quinn had spent many hours planning out how to ask Magician in training out to dinner, she never imagined that the bewitching brunette would beat her to the punch. The Kryptonian sighed as she thought back to the night before, when they danced for what seemed like forever.
The song had ended but they still swayed to the inaudible beat in their heads. Quinn thought back to earlier in the evening and nearly chuckled out loud. It was certainly the most awkward and interesting way to meet the perfect stranger but neither had any complaints about it. Quinn lifted her head and looked at shorter girl, hoping to gather more courage for what she was about to do. She couldn't back out now.
As she leaned in for a kiss, Rachel opened her eyes. "Quinn?"
The blonde's hazel green eyes fluttered in confusion, "Y-yeah?"
"I was wondering if you want to go on a d-date with me the day after tomorrow?" Gone was the girl's earlier bout of confidence when she had dragged Quinn out on the dance floor. The magician's assistant looked up at Quinn with a new vulnerability, one that told the blonde that she didn't often take leaps like this and if she did, it normally ended in heartbreak.
To Rachel's delight, Quinn answered with a smile that was as bright as the sun, "YES! I-I mean yeah I'd love to…"
The brunette chuckled in relief with the sheer enthusiasm in Quinn's voice. They continued their silent dance until Charlie told them it was time to go. After the two girls exchanged phone numbers, Rachel gave the blonde Kryptonian a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips.
"Can I text you tomorrow Quinn?"
The vulnerability appeared once again melting Quinn's heart once more. "You can call or text me anytime Rachel. Whenever you want."
Rachel blushed, averting her eyes towards the ground before turning her shy gaze up at the blonde. With a tiny upturn quirk of her lips, she stepped into Quinn's personal space; the blonde not once minding the sudden closeness. "I'm going to hug you now, okay?"
Both girls grinned goofily and fell into each other's arms for a moment that felt so long but far too short, before they reluctantly parted ways.
The slight rumbling of her cellphone in Quinn's hand brought the blonde back to the present time and she scrambled to read the text.
It's a surprise silly! :P You'll find out tomorrow!
Why couldn't she stop smiling? Quinn thought her face was going to break but didn't care one bit as she texted back a sad face emoticon. She wasn't left waiting long for a reply as Rachel sent a rapid message back to her.
Don't give me that sad face! Haha it's not as cute as your real one. Can I call you later after my classes?
Without hesitation, the blonde gave her consent and put down her phone to get ready for the rest of the day, counting down the hours before she could talk to the girl with the voice of a hundred angels once more.
She stopped to look in the mirror; part of Quinn was still reeling from the astonishing events of last night. How could she have been so lucky? A wistful grin appeared as opposed to the dopey one that was donned since the previous night. Her dad, Zor-El would have loved the bold virtuoso known as Rachel Berry. Looking into the mirror she thought about her mother and shuddered at what she would have thought about her new love life. Quinn's vision in the mirror blurred and suddenly all she could see was her mother's disapproving face from behind her own reflection looking back at her.
"This is ridiculous Kara Zor-El! She's a human GIRL! How can you live like this? This is unnatural and unnecessary, get over this stupid little Earth trend already and act like the proper Kryptonian I know you can be!"
Utter fear gripped the young Kryptonian as her mother's voice echoed in the room with the same tone and condescension that was always there whenever she addressed Quinn. She whipped around only to see no one there.
"You know I'm right Kara. Krypton would have never approved of your courtship with another female and you know it. You are the last true child from our planet. Why disgrace our dead culture anymore than you already have."
"DAMNIT GET OUT OF MY HEAD MOTHER!" yelled out Quinn furiously. "She is not a disgrace. She is everything good that humanity has to offer and nothing you say will ever change my mind."
It was crazy talking to the voice of her dead mother, Quinn knew that, but she still couldn't stop. Apparently her mother wouldn't stop either because the mirror image returned with a dark smirk.
"You think this human will love you? She will end up just like Finn-Ek and Cassie. Deep down you know it too. She'll end up using you too. This is what you get. It's what you deserve. Traitor."
"GET OUT!" Quinn raged, hitting the mirror with just enough force to smash it without sending the pieces clear through the wall. Involuntary tears streamed down her face as she thought of all the insecurities that she had fought so hard to keep down were rushed back up into her head. Her mother was right about one thing, this would never been allowed on Krypton, at least not within the upper guilds. But Quinn wasn't Kara anymore and Krypton wasn't alive to judge her. The fact that the illusion brought up Finn-Ek and Cassie proved that it was just an extreme hallucination from her own mind. She had never talked about Finn-Ek's poor attitude on Kandor to her mother. Unfortunately it didn't make the experience any less traumatizing for the teen with mother issues. Why couldn't she hallucinate her dad's reaction instead?
The blonde wiped away her tears and got dressed. It was still early and she needed to talk to someone. Pulling up her phone she dialled the only person she could talk to.
Calling SATANa
Detective Renee Montoya was having a rough night, or was it morning now? Oh look, she thought, the sun is up. She didn't even get the chance to stop by Daria's. It was just another full night of investigating and dealing with the other jerk-offs on the team. Besides Gordon and Allan, all the guys were meatballs that gave her a hard time and enduring that for hours was starting to get to her.
Shuffling her keys, she made her way down the hall to the apartment she shared with Santana. Surprisingly the two got along better than Renee thought they would. In most aspects they were so much alike that it should have been impossible for them to cohabit a single continent, much less an apartment but it really amazed the detective how far they came since their heart-to-heart months ago. There were still times when Renee worried about her younger cousin though and the progress they made didn't stop her from going all parental on her ass, much to Santana's annoyance.
The problem with her little cousin was that she wasn't giving any hint towards what she wanted to do in the future and still burned through money like it was an ant under a magnifying glass. It wasn't like the teen didn't have time but Renee knew Santana like the back of her hand. There was deep burning fury there and Renee feared the day that it would be unleashed. Unfortunately Renee was just eight years older than Santana, although she tried her best to be a parental figure the girl still regarded her as that cool older sister.
Opening the door to the apartment, she noticed the television was still on and so were the lights. Renee brushed a hand through her messy hair in frustration. How many times did she have to tell Santana that she shouldn't fall asleep in front of the damn television? Her annoyance increased when she saw her cousin's sleeping form in the arms of her pig of an ex-boyfriend.
She smirked hitting her co-worker in the back of the head and coughing. "So what exactly is going on here?"
Puck awoke first from the hit and stood at attention, unintentionally throwing Santana to the floor. "N-nothing Sir- MA'AM! Nothing Ma'am!"
Renee crossed her arms, unimpressed while Santana grumbled as she tried to get up, "The fuck Renee? It's just Puck!"
"Yeah, okay," facing Puck she growled, "Why don't you go clean yourself off Cadet?"
Confused and more than slightly afraid of his ex-girlfriend's cousin, Puck all but ran to the bathroom, leaving a pissed off Santana alone.
"Seriously Renee? You know me and Puck play for the same team right? No worries needed 'cause I ain't abouts to do the nasty with dicks. So over that."
Renee sighed, her headache worsening, "Look I just- I don't appreciate uninvited guests staying over without my knowledge… You could have let me know."
Santana scoffed, "It wasn't planned okay? We just were hanging out and then we fell asleep. Besides you're not my parent you're my roommate. I'm nineteen for Christ's sake!"
"Yeah but I'm still paying for this place, the bills and most of the food."
"Because you won't let me pay for anything! I've got a fricking inheritance that could buy me two jet planes and a small island in the Caribbean, but I wanted to live with you because you're the only familia I can take for a long period of time. I guess you just wanted someone to go all control freak on."
Renee's eyes narrowed as Puck entered the living room again. "Your inheritance is supposed to go toward your future, whenever you get started on thinking about it! " she turned to Puck, "And you? I want you out of here now!"
Renee stalked to her bedroom in anger and Santana huffed. "What the hell?" Facing an equally confused Puck she apologized, "Hey sorry about Renee, she could be PMSing or going through early menopause or some shit."
"Give her a break San, she's had a lot of crap to deal with at GCPD. Some of the guys are harassing her because the Commish likes her best. I think it's 'cause she's a damn good cop but you know how guys are sometimes. Plus there's that new string of high-profile robberies that she's been investigating…" One look at Santana's calculating face made Puck backtrack, "Which I probably shouldn't have told you and you will just forget this ever happened?"
"Uh nah nah NO. You aren't changing the damn subject. What high-profile robberies are we talking about here?"
Puck just sighed, "Look you didn't here it from me but both KaneCorp and WayneTech were hit and are now missing some very valuable military and stealth tech. I don't want you looking for trouble with this San, you just started this whole kick-ass business."
"I wasn't! I'm just worried about my cousin," Santana denied the insinuation with a mocking display of innocence. At Puck's suspicious glance the fiery vigilante continued, "I'm serious Puck!"
Her ex rolled his eyes in disbelief at Santana's excuse not believing her for a second. "Yeah right. Well at least you won't be alone now."
Unfortunately Santana didn't share the same sentiment and waved a finger in the air to signal him to shut up, "Woah there Puckerman! Who died and made you deputy to my sheriff in this Western?"
"Look even Batman has a fricking sidekick! He ain't going out there without backup!" Puck argued, before Santana's phone lit up.
Lifting a finger to shush him, Santana checked to see that Quinn was calling and answered. She talked for a few minutes with Quinn before hanging up and dismissing her dimwit of an ex-boyfriend, "Okay I know you have this sort of unbreakable vow with my dad and as riveting as it is to hear you get so excited about wearing tights I gots to go. You know your way out right?"
"But Santan-"
Unfortunately for Puck, the spitfire brunette was already gone. He heaved out a sigh before getting out of there, valuing his privates too much to risk the wrath of Detective Montoya.
Undisclosed Underground Location Outside of Gotham City – Witches' Order of Cane Headquarters.
The cavern floor was filled with drawn runes and lit candles, just awaiting the final step before preparation was complete for the dark ritual that was about to take place. Three hooded figures walked ominously towards the centre of the runic symbols, the smallest figure carrying an ancient tome.
The other two figures made sure everything else was in place before Shelby opened the tome that she was holding in order to find the spell that they were going to attempt.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The shorter of the two other figures asked in worry.
A brief look of hesitation filled the woman's heart before she snapped back at the fool, "If I were anything less than sure would we even be here in the first place idiot?
The cutting remark kept the youngest figure in the room silent, having no desire to incite anymore of the irritable witch's fury. He watched as the woman raised a dagger to her hand and spilt some of her own blood in the centre of the rune. Blood magicks were absolutely barbaric, he thought in disgust.
Finally ready to begin, Shelby sent up a small hopeless prayer up to the higher power begging for forgiveness, before starting the ritual.
"Timoris tu senties filia mia, timoris magicae. Timoris tu senties filia mia, timoris magicae. Timoris tu senties filia mia, timoris magicae.
One by one the candles blew out for a brief second before lighting up again. Gusts of wind began circling the cavern as Shelby's incantation started to take affect. The younger of the two hooded figures gasped in fear when a ghostly skeletal aura rose from Shelby and flew out of the room.
The hooded figures rushed to help the fallen and exhausted Shelby and the older of the two caressed her cheek in worry. "Is it done?"
The suddenly haggard and haunted woman shook her head, "No… it's only beginning."
Fight with the only family you have left (that you don't want to punch in the face every five minutes)? Check.
Have an overprotective and annoying ex-boyfriend find out about your newest deadly hobby? Check.
Get your sorry ass saved by an awkward talk about said ex turning into your sidekick? Thank God check.
Santana exhaled as she rushed to her and Quinn's favourite non-Starbucks coffee place, The Bean. All this and it's only, she checked the clock on her phone, ten in the morning? The grumpy brunette groaned, it was her day off today which meant not getting out of bed until three in the afternoon. Ugh stupid Renee, stupid Puck, stupi-
"Oof!" Her thoughts were interrupted when she was shoulder tackled by someone who ran behind her. Incensed Santana grabbed the stupid bitch, "Hey watch where you're going-"
The vicious warning that she was about to unleash died in her mouth when she came face-to-face with a vaguely familiar stunning young woman with long blonde hair and sweet blue eyes. She was what Santana could only call the personification of everything good and beautiful in the world.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry! I just keep on running into people lately! I guess I'm a bit of a klutz…" The wide-eyed blonde rambled out before getting a good look at the person she had just collided with, "Uh do I know you?"
If Q even felt half of what Santana was feeling now… Well now she understood why her friend was so batshit scared of Berry 'cause this girl was leaving her breathless. Santana had seriously forgotten to breathe.
The mystery blonde gave Santana an indiscernibly intense gaze, licking her lips and then surprised the stunned brunette by assaulting Santana's lips with her own. Now she really couldn't breathe.
"Mmmph!"
And just as she felt a deliciously curious tongue, the girl pulled away with a wink. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You just looked like you really wanted sweet lady kisses!"
Dazed and feeling like she might as well have been in outer space with the amount of air she wasn't breathing, Santana could only nod and mumble incoherently.
"I uh-" Before the brunette could get her bearings; a loud quacking noise erupted from her mystery kisser's hip.
"Uh oh. I have to go, but thanks for the amazing sweet lady kiss!" She gave another wink and bounced off.
"Wait!" Santana protested but the blonde was already gone. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she could have sworn that she had seen that blonde before. Damn, Santana didn't even know her name. After a kiss like that, she probably wouldn't be able to tell anybody her own name.
She had no idea how long she was standing there stock-still until somebody grabbed her shoulders and shook them lightly.
"-llo? Santana?" Not getting any reaction from her stupefied best friend, Quinn started poking her face, "Hey San? Is that drool on your face?"
Thankfully the remark was enough to snap Santana back to life. "NO!" The love-struck brunette hastily wiped her chin. It totally was drool but it wasn't like she would actually admit it.
The smirk on Q's face told her that they both knew there was some drool but strangely the blonde didn't make fun of her any more than the initial teasing comment. Raising an eyebrow in suspicion at her distressed friend, Santana motioned for them to continue on to the Bean.
"Okay so why did you drag me out here so early in the morning for Q?" Santana grumbled out, disgruntled from the mystery girl's abrupt appearance and swift disappearance from her life and her lips.
However when Quinn didn't reply with a biting argument that ten in the morning was not early, Santana got worried.
"Seriously Q," she addressed the girl as she placed a comforting hand on her arm, "What's going on?"
Quinn didn't know why exactly she called Santana. It wasn't as if the Kryptonian could just tell her best human friend that she saw the ghost of her mother who died nearly three decades ago when her home planet exploded. Finally deciding on how she would spin her tale of insecurity Quinn started with an apology. "Sorry S, I just- I had a nightmare."
"The fuck? You dragged me out here because you had a bad dream?" Not that Santana was complaining considering the tense situation at home and with Puck, not to mention the hot make-out session with the beautiful stranger but she still had to put up a front of indignation. "What am I, your fucking therapist? I better get paid good for this shit."
"You're not my therapist, you're my best friend but fine. How about I pay you in coffee for the next week?"
The brunette smirked; Quinn must be desperate for advice because she had just offered Santana free coffee for a week without too much of a fuss.
"Okay Quinn, payment acceptable. The doc is in. Vat have you been feeling hmm?" She finished with a poorly imitated Freud accent and stroked her invisible beard.
They both laughed at Santana's silliness before Quinn sobered, "I don't think I can do this with Rachel."
Santana's eyebrows rose up and Quinn exhaled heavily before explaining her situation. To Santana's credit, she kept quiet the entire time until Quinn was finished.
"…So after my dream I started to have this major panic attack and then I called you. Oh shit, she's gonna call in a few hours. I CAN'T DO THIS!" If the blonde hadn't been so frazzled, Santana would have burst with laughter at her friend's predicament.
"Let me get this shit straight," Santana started slowly, "You brought me out here because your dream told you that this whole thing with Rachel is going to get fucked up based on your state as the 'disappointment' for being the gay child in a very conservative community and the fact that your last two relationships went to hell?"
"I know it's stupid but-"
"Ah-ah," Santana shushed her panicked friend. "I ain't finished."
"Sorry," the blonde looked down in her apology, giving a damn good impression of a kicked puppy.
Damn that kiss must have made Santana soft. "What I was going to say before I was interrupted, was that it's not stupid to feel scared after having your heart stepped on twice. And as for the conservative shit, I get it. My aunt and uncle would have me shipped off to a convent if they knew that I batted for the other team."
Quinn shook her head, "No it's more than that. Finn was a stupid boy who I thought would be perfect for me and my pare-"
"Hold up Finn? As in Finn and Quinn? As in your names fucking rhyme?" The blonde answered with an eyebrow raise and Santana huffed. "What? I was just wondering how the fuck you'd get a mash-up of that name combination."
Rolling her eyes, Quinn internally winced. That doomed relationship began and ended long before Kara Zor-El landed on Earth. Finn-Ek was an aspiring military guild member on Krypton. He was tall and handsome, with a quirky smile that made all the Kryptonian girls swoon back home. Kara Zor-El never understood it until he fixed that special smile at her and for once the blonde felt wanted. Her mother loved him and had pushed for an arrangement but Quinn quickly fell out of the crush she harboured.
What gestures that were once sweet became increasingly annoying as Kara became little more than an object under the tall boy's thumb. His concern for appearance and propriety rivalled Alura, her own mother. Finn was the most selfish person she had ever met underneath the dim-witted innocence and charm. He was never what she wanted, he was what her mother wanted for her and once Quinn realized it she broke it off. She didn't know who took it worse, Finn or her mother.
"Finn was a mistake."
Santana snorted at the understatement, "No shit Sherlock you're fucking gay."
"And the first girl I fell for, used me as a replacement for her dead boyfriend who happened to be my cousin."
The deadpanned tone in Quinn's voice caused an awkward silence and once Santana digested the messed-up situation she whistled in sympathy. "Well that must have sucked major balls."
Both girls chuckled at the abundance of lesbian jokes that popped up in their heads at the statement before the brunette put up an uncharacteristic display of sincerity and kindness.
"Look I don't know what that girl Cassie's problem is, but clearly she's batshit cray-cray for missing out on a fine bitch like you. It was wrong what she did to you but that doesn't mean you have to give up on another chance at happiness and love."
"Who are you and what have you done with Satan?"
"I'm fucking serious Q! Screw what your conservative family thinks. Screw Finn and Cassie and screw your own damn cowardice!" the abrupt passion in Santana's speech took Quinn aback but it didn't stop the brunette's tirade, "I've never seen you light up the way you do when you see Rachel Berry. You're on Cloud 9! That's not something you walk away from. It's something you run headfirst into! You run without looking back into a wall and if you go straight through you're on your fucking way to Hogwarts."
Quinn was crying by the end. Santana was breathing heavily from the intensity of her pep talk. Wiping away the tears she choked out a laugh, "I don't know if Rachel would appreciate the Harry Potter/Magic metaphor but thanks."
"Pssh that shit was deep." Rolling her eyes, Santana pushed Quinn up and out of the Bean. "Now go and get your girl, Stud!"
The blonde didn't argue with her friend and merely gave out a light-hearted chuckle as she made her way back to her apartment. Santana was bitchy, rude, judgemental and just plain mean but she was also the best friend that Quinn ever had.
Checking her phone to see if Rachel had left a text, the Kryptonian teen was brought down do her knees by a sudden high-pitched noise.
"ARRGGGH!" She clutched her ears in pain before ducking into an alley to quick-change into Supergirl.
Stormy green eyes opened up in sheer anger, Supergirl flew off to find the origin of the attack on her earlobes.
Meanwhile, in the darkness of Ten's room, the tall blonde thief was surfing the net. The computer screen might as well have been turned off as Ten was lost in her daydreams of a smoking hot Latina and sweet lady kisses. So deep in the depths of her own mind, she didn't notice the door open or Lord Tubbington's meow of complaint at being shoved of the bed.
"GAPA? What's that?" The quiet question was enough to scare the blonde out of her seat, leaving the intruder breathless with laughter.
Ten got up and stuck out her tongue at the boy. "That was mean!"
"Sorry Sis, you were just so into that Gapa stuff on your computer I couldn't resist."
"It's G-A-P-A, Gotham Academy of Performing Arts."
"Seriously Ten? Performing Arts?"
The blonde girl sighed; even her only brother was calling her that damn name. Fine two can play at that game, "Yeah Jack, performing arts. I want to dance there someday. It was really fun when I visited! There was a really nice girl who talked a lot and then we danced and I was totally better than anyone else. I rocked."
Jack chuckled at his sister's exuberance. They may not be blood-related but Ten was the most important person in his world. The two blonds grew up together, ever since their adoptive parents took him in. They may not win the parents of the year award, but Jack would always be thankful for the chance to have Ten as a sister. He would do anything for the girl.
"Woah slow down Ten! I know you're amazing with that dancing thing of yours. I mean you're really, really good." When he saw his sister's shoulders lessen in tension he lowered his hands that he didn't realize were held up in defense. His sister was definitely terrifying at times. "It's just that dad-I mean King won't like this research you're doing."
The reality of their situation weighed heavily on the blonde girl with big dreams. In a perfect world, she wouldn't be Ten of the Royal Flush Gang. She wouldn't have grown up moving from city to city; learning, with each con and robbery, how to disarm high-grade security systems and agilely avoiding laser alarms. Ten would never need her big brother to muscle the victims for her, so that their father didn't force her to do it. She could tell her friends her real name and do more than kiss hot random strangers with warm chocolate eyes and soft cloud lips. She'd be at GAPA dancing her heart out and touring with Beyoncé afterwards before replacing Britney Spears as the hottest bitch. But the world wasn't perfect and they were a family… the con family of Gotham.
Seeing the distraught sense of hopelessness in Ten's face, Jack just knew he had to do something. With a renewed sense of purpose he pulled the lithe girl into his arms for a tight hug. "Love you Brittany."
She smiled at the use of her real name and hugged back with just as much ferocity, "I love you too Sam."
They were two-fifths of Gotham's newest Royal Flush Gang but in that moment they weren't conmen, thieves or black market arms dealers; they were just Sam Evans and Brittany Pierce; two foster kids who found in each other true family before the harsh realities of life scooped them away. No matter what happened, they took comfort in the fact that they knew they would always have each other. And for now that would have to be enough.
Flying through Gotham City with a constant ringing in your ear was quite difficult, but Quinn somehow made it through. Her eyes narrowed as she flew over a familiar red and black clad sidekick. Using her microscopic vision, Quinn found the source of the annoyance was being held in his hand. Tim Drake, third ward of Bruce Wayne, current Robin and the only guy besides Batman who would think of using this method to get her attention. Bastard.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show Kara."
Quinn fixed her infamous glare at the Boy Wonder and inwardly smirked as he cringed, "Well how could I ignore a call like that? Honestly Tim, ever heard of a phone?"
Tim took a minute to recover from the icy look, Oracle did warn him about Supergirl's glares but he unwisely chose not to listen. He just knew that he needed to tell Kara this news-
Before Tim could get in a word, Quinn turned her head in alarm, "Wait do you hear that?"
"Kara I don't have super-hearing… WOAH!"
In her hast to the emergency, Quinn didn't wait for his retort and merely scooped the Boy Wonder under his arms and flew away. Tim sighed in defeat and just waited for the ride to be over. Glancing down at the bird's eye view of Gotham he wondered if his current position looked anymore ridiculous than when Connor did this.
To be continued in Issue #4
Are You Ready For This?
*For those of you unfamiliar with Cassie in this story (no not Cassandra Cane), she's Wondergirl and (former?) girlfriend of Connor Kent (aka Superboy). After he died Cassie kind of went crazy nutso before she befriended Kara. Unfortunately her reasons for becoming her friend were more because of her Kryptonian connection with Superboy. For the purposes of this fanfic though, Quinn actually fell for Cassie and was really heartbroken when she found out.
Up Next: Quinn and Tim have a little talk that forces her to go back to Smallville. Rachel meets another member of the Royal Flush Gang? And Santana undergoes the most dangerous test of her life.
Stay tuned for more magic, mishaps and mayhem in Gotham City Secret Origins: Faberry & Brittana Issue #4
