Tess
After I drop Chloe off I head back up to my apartment. I step off of the elevator and see who other then Martha Kent. That's just what I needed to make my day. As soon As she sees me she jumps up. Eagerness, though not surprising, was unexpected. "You can't possibly have anything to say to me," I say before she can say anything. After all that's happened it doesn't make any sense.
"Um, can I talk to you," she asks. I go over to my door and unlock it. "Come in, if you must." She carefully goes into my apartment, so different then my 40 room mansion. The compactness so unfamiliar, and yet so large compared to where I grew up. Not that any one of them ever felt like home.
"Go ahead, sit down," I command,"Why are you here?" She looks uncomfortable, like she's about to ask me to do something she knows I'm not going to want to do. "I'm assuming there's a reason you're here, and that it's not just for my company." The business side of my comes out, the side that has the uncanny ability to make almost anyone uncomfortable. She sighs, "Yes, and I don't know if it's something you're going to want to do." Bingo, I knew it. Now the only question is, what could she possibly want from me.
"Well, I'll hear you out, if I want to, I'll stop you, tell your story." Her eyes start darting around the room. She's nervous, but she starts, "I don't know if you know this or not, but I have reason to believe that checkmate is still operational. I can't take on the persona of the red queen again. At least, not fully. You know how checkmate works, you know their motives and why they do what they do. I was hoping...," she trails off. So I finish for her, "You want me to become the red queen." She simply nods. I don't know how to respond to this. I promised not to keep secrets, but if it'll help Oliver, Clark, Chloe, and Lois then I don't see why I shouldn't do this. Keeping secrets is something I'm used to. So, this isn't out of the ordinary for me.
Though, I wouldn't think I'd be at the top of her to-recruit list. Se and I never got along, obviously. "Why me?" She looks up from the floor, "You're smart, you don't trust people easily, and you're hard to track down." Liar, I don't like to be lied to, nor do I like it when people try to flatter me into doing things. And proving her wrong would be the best way to show her that. "You tracked me down," I reply. "Not because your predictable, like I said, but because I hacked the traffic cameras." I should have known. I'm not predictable, I know that. I doubted myself. Which I shouldn't have done.
But spiting won't do anything. I have a chance to protect my friends, I should take it, even if they hate me for it. Again. Also not out of the ordinary. "Ok. But, I do things my way, understood?," I accept. "Of course," she responds. Good to see she considers herself lucky to get that much.
The only question, should I tell people, anyone. My first instinct is not to, but I've thought and acted and lived like that for so long, that I don't know if I should trust my first instinct. Chloe. Chloe will understand, even if I can't trust anyone else I can trust her to keep a secret. She won't say anything. And, I need the insurance.
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The next morning, I head over to watchtower only to see Chloe already hard at work. "How long have you been here?" She jumps. "Uh," she looks over at the clock, "three hours." I sigh. She's so tired she's jumpy, not good. Though, she'll be easier to convince. This could work in my favor.
"Chloe, I need to become the red queen."