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Chapter Fifty: The White Canary Part Two.


Kara figured it would be for the best if she decided to fly off in the opposite direction, while keeping a look out of the perimeter in Gotham City. If Dinah or Sara needed her help, she could get back quickly.

"Technically you still could listen in on their conversation," Barbara said. Her lips curled into a smile and the computer hacker almost could sense Kara's dirty gaze lock upon hers. "Yes, I know rude, but super powered hearing, you could hear someone fart on the moon."

This little statement from Barbara got the obvious reason from certain parties.

"Thanks for the image," Chloe said, trying to keep the image out of her mind.

Dinah thought in the line of work she worked in, meeting Sara like this would be inevitable. Dead really seldom meant dead, but still, as the years dragged by, the Black Canary came to terms with what she did. She fought crime, partially in her sister's memory. Those first couple of years had been rough, but Dinah flourished and became a rather respected and sometimes feared, crime fighter.

"This can't be real," Dinah said.

"Why can't it be real, Laurel?" Sara asked. She smiled as Dinah looked like she had been caught completely off guard. "No one's called you that for years, have they?"

"I've embraced my mother's legacy, instead of run from it," Dinah said. She looked her sister straight in the eye without blinking. "All of those years, you let us think you were dead…again…you did it again. I thought we were beyond this."

Sara's smile wasn't really visible in the shadows. Dinah sensed it was there though.

"And here I thought you were beyond lecturing me like you were our mother," Sara said.

Dinah sighed, and sure enough, Sara accused her of the same thing Ella accused her of. The Black Canary took a step back and wondered if she was as bad as Sara and others accused her of. Was it even possible at all?

"I didn't mean to…it was just…it destroyed Dad, yet again."

"You can hardly blame Dad's demons on me," Sara said. She folded her arms. "I'm sorry it happened….it was a couple of years before I was well enough to function."

Dinah looked over her shoulder. It occurred to her this wasn't the best place to have a conversation with her recently resurrected sister. Especially given the League involvement lurking around the city.

"Why don't I take you back home?" Dinah asked.

"This isn't like when we're teenagers and you found me after I snuck out to a club," Sara said. She stared Dinah down, almost challenging her. Her sister always thought of herself as an Alpha female, and the fact grated on Sara a tiny bit. "This isn't like this….I can't come home, not before the job is done….not before the League is put back together."

Dinah opened her mouth. The more her sister talked, the more Dinah found herself completely and utterly lost with what was going on. Sara fixated her gaze at Dinah and escorted her off to one side.

"We better go somewhere where….it's less open," Sara said. Dinah opened her mouth, but the younger sister stopped the older one. "Not anywhere around here….someone is stalking me."

Dinah wondered if some Lazarus Pit after effect drove her sister into some paranoid state or if Sara had some validity to her thoughts. Come to think of it, Dinah sensed something around them. Were they being watched?

"I swear, you're getting slow in your old age."

Dinah frowned at the implied slight at her. A small part of her swEllad with gratitude her sister cut her with a quip, instead of a dagger.

The two of them made their way towards a broken window. This location looked towards to be in one of the bad parts of Gotham City.

"Thanks for giving me some space, Kara," Dinah said. She tried to keep her tone down as low as possible, and Sara looked over her shoulder.

The two sisters made their way into the worn down warehouse. Dinah wondered about her sister's intentions. While she didn't want to expect some kind of ambush, an ambush could occur. Her sister worked with the League.

"The Dragon raised me from the dead," Sara said. "The longer a body cools, the more…adverse effects the Lazarus Pit has…..I came out feral….I had moved on, but she thought I could be of use. Thanks to her own abilities, she restored my soul to my body, to help me begin the healing process. It turned out, my soul lingered in limbo, out of torment, so she did me a favor."

Dinah blinked at Sara's words.

"A favor?" Dinah asked. "But, I thought you….."

"I was in pain when I returned?" Sara asked. Dinah answered with a short nod. "Yes, I was in pain, but the pain faded with the understanding of the Dragon. She's magnificent….some might question her intentions, but she only has the best interests of the world in mind."

Dinah continued to look over her shoulder.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so on the rooftop," Sara said. "But, I never want you dead, just out of my way, and out of my life. The Sara Lance you knew, you grew up with, is long since dead. The White Canary lives in her place, purified of all of the sins Sara had in her life."

"You're still my sister," Dinah said.

Sara didn't answer.

"I need to find them, bring them back….we hoped the Tablet would lure him out in the open, trick him into giving up the location of….them."

"Who?" Dinah asked. Sara turned around and looked into Gotham City. A moment of emotion passed her face. "Who, Sara, who?"

'Forgive me.'

"Nyssa, and her sister," Sara said.


Deathstroke continued to stalk the two Canaries from afar. The man's lips curled into a malicious smile, a dagger cradled in his hand.

"As much as I love a sisterly reunion, it's time for me to break up the party," Deathstroke said, more to himself than anyone else.

"You know, you haven't changed much, have you, Slade?"

Deathstroke turned around and came face to face with the Green Arrow. The skilled assassin eyed his enemy, a smile shifting across his face. An arrow shot at Slade, but he caught it with his free hand.

"So, Queen's protégé has decided to take his former hood," Slade said. "I can't say I'm surprised…there's always someone who wants to protect those who have wronged others from true and swift justice."

Artemis fired another couple of arrows at Slade. Slade dodged every single attack Artemis fired at him. The assassin jumped into the air and kicked the archer in the face. Artemis flew back onto her ass with a thud.

Slade raised the blade up to his shoulder.

"I'll make this swift and painless," Slade said. "This isn't personal…just business….unless you….."

Artemis sent an arrow right through Slade's hand, forcing him to drop the sword. The archer nailed him with a series of kicks, causing him to fly down through the roof, crashing down hard below.

"Do I want to make this personal?" Artemis asked. She aimed one of the arrows at Slade, but Slade rolled to his feet.

Slade disarmed her, before drilling her in the stomach with a knee to the ribs. The assassin grabbed Artemis around her neck and flipped her down to the ground. Artemis ricocheted off of the ground hard and Slade stood on her face.

"I didn't want for this to be made personal," Slade said. He pulled down the hood. "As I suspected….never did like your father….always thought he was a punk. Glad he's rotting in jail."

Slade pressed his foot down on Artemis's chest, pinning her down onto the ground. The archer struggled against Slade's push of his foot, in an attempt to kick out of the position.

"Makes two of us," Artemis said. She managed to slip out and fire an arrow at him. The arrow released a rope, sending some barrels down on Slade. Slade dodged the barrels with a forward roll before they smashed him to bits. "Doesn't make I like you any more."

Slade rose his arms for the attack, but the White Canary came down from the heavens.

"Never mind, the archer, this is personal," Slade said.

"Whatever happened, it was in another life," Sara said.

Slade rushed rushed forward with his blade extended, but Sara dodged underneath the attack. The Assassin turned around and Sara kept nailing him with a series of rapid fire punches and kicks. The adversary staggered back. Her punches and kicks became more frantic.

Several ninja assassins moved in, but Kara swept them off of the ground, flying into them at super speed. The ninjas who scattered found themselves being taken down from a barrage of arrows from Artemis. One of them caught the ninja in the knee.

A larger assassin stepped in, but Black Canary dropped down and opened her mouth. One Canary Cry caused the assassin to fly back onto the ground.

Sara ripped Slade's concealed dagger away from him and stabbed him in the stomach. She smiled.

"If I had to guess, the poison will flow through your body within the next fifteen minutes, won't it?" Sara asked. "I could give you an antidote, or I can make you suffer one of the most gruesome deaths you've ever felt."

"Yes, like you scare me," Slade said. He looked up at Sara with beady eyes, and a sickening grin on his face. "Do your worst, little girl. Your worst will never get the better of me, ever."

"We'll see," Sara said.

"Sara, what are you doing?" Dinah asked.

"Getting information," Sara said. She turned around and Dinah stepped towards him.

"Death, I've cheated it before…and how do you even know I tried to stab you with a poison dagger?" Deathstroke asked.

"How do you know you weren't given a poison dagger by your benefactor?" Sara asked. Deathstroke gazed up with a bleary eye and Sara kicked him in the groin. Slade groaned when he fell to the ground. "I'm sure even with your healing factor."

"You crazy bit….."

Sara kicked Deathstroke in the ribs, doubling him over. Blood poured from his mouth.

"Sara, enough," Dinah said.

"I don't like people saying I'm crazy," Sara said. Her eyes flashed with madness. "And I don't like when people use the other word either."

Kara stabbed Slade with a needle before anyone could do anything else. Slade started to convulse in agony as the poison had been removed from his system.

"Part one of a two part antidote," Kara said. "It will stop you from dying, but it will make you wish you had been killed straight away. The agony will be never ending, but thanks to your healing….nothing which can kill you."

Sara beamed at Kara.

"I love you…that's amazing," Sara said. The assassin practically gushed at Kara. "He can't cheat me by dying on me, and he's going to suffer."

Slade's eye screwed shut with the most agonizing pain he ever felt. First he tried to deny it, but the more agony spread through his body, the less the assassin could deny it.

"You better say something," Dinah said. "My sister isn't patient."

Slade finally reached his own threshold of pain, the agony practically breaking him and stabbing through his body.

"Fine, fine….some pale bloke hired me to steal the tablet!" Slade yEllad at the top of his lungs. Slade experienced another stabbing pain in his side. The pain increased and he found himself willing to part with more information. "I don't know his name…but he has…the Daughters of the Demon….it's his insurance against the Dragon."

"Wasn't too hard, was it?" Kara asked. She injected Slade with the other part of the antidote.

Sara kicked Slade in the face one more time for good measure.

"You do realize he would have passed out, don't you?" Kara asked.

Sara didn't answer, she disappeared into the darkness without a trace, her work done. Leaving Dinah in particular with more questions and a complete lack of closure.


Ella parked herself in the Clocktower, going rather stir crazy. The cast placed on her arm wasn't exactly the most comfortable in the world. It felt like something prodded at her arm.

Barbara's hand blocked Ella's from messing with the cast.

"It isn't supposed to be comfortable," Barbara said. "It's supposed to help you heal."

Ella's scowl caused Barbara to respond with a smile. Funnily enough, the scowl put on the young girl's face didn't fade in the slightest when Barbara reached forward and patted her on the head. Barbara leaned down and looked at the folded up costume on the chair beside her.

"You wear it well," Barbara said.

"Is this an endorsement?" Ella asked.

"No, not particularly," Barbara said. She leaned in closer towards the former mob princess. "I wouldn't get too attached to the costume, because one day, I'll be back on the field."

Ella figured out the point, but decided to bring up an obvious point.

"Gotham City needs a Batgirl."

Barbara smiled, she wasn't going to argue the point from Ella. She reached over and offered Ella a drink. Ella awkwardly held the glass with her good arm. It looked almost amusing to see her lack of coordination using her left arm as opposed to your right arm.

"And Gotham City needs a Batgirl who is better trained," Barbara said. Ella raised her eyebrow. "I think I can help you, if you're going to let me….but if you're going to do this, even before you get the costume back on."

"I'm fine," Ella said.

Barbara reached forward and tapped on her cast. The former princess scowled and shook her head.

"Are you really fine?" Barbara asked. She continued to casually drum her fingers casually up against the cast. "I think the fact you're wearing a cast argues against the point you're fine."

Ella slid back on the chair, her arms continued to fold against her chest. As much as she hated to admit when someone had a point, this girl had a point. She stared back at Barbara with an intense frown on her face.

"Fine, I guess I need a bit of a tune up," Ella said. She rose to her feet. "And you know, if you're willing to teach me….."

"Sit down, and take a deep breath," Barbara said. Ella almost argued, but the stern look on Barbara's face caused Ella to sit down. With her father and Batman, Barbara Gordon perfected a rather stern look. "Batgirl or not, you're going to need to get some rest. We can start this again, when your arm heals up."

Ella nearly had a rant on the tip of her tongue.

"So, what do you think I should be when you recover?" Ella asked. "I mean, if you want to step into the role of Batgirl….although I think you've upgraded from Batgirl, maybe you should be Batwoman or something?"

"Flattering as it might be, the role is someone else's to take," Barbara said.

Barbara thought about maybe Ella should take up the name Huntress, if Helena decided to take up the moniker of Batwoman. The computer hacker didn't know what the holdup was, but she wanted to find out why Helena hesitated on taking this name.

The doors opened, and Kara, Dinah, and Artemis walked into the room. The minute Dinah entered, Barbara frowned.

"You look like hell," Barbara said.

"After what I've been through tonight, can you really blame me?" Dinah asked. "Sara's alive…and she's in the middle of something dangerous again."

Barbara knew how sore of a subject her sister was for Dinah, so all she could do was smile, listen, and offer the occasional bit of advice. All she could really do at this point in time. Regardless, the three blondes made their way in.

Ella leaned forward, to listen to what she missed when spending time on the injured reserve list.


Sara hated leaving her sister in a lurch like this, but what she learned from Slade presented a huge project. The White Canary slipped through the archway once again into the domain of the Dragon, hoping she could fully detach herself from past emotions.

A small part of her formally corrupted soul lingered in the darkest resources in her mind and complicated an already dangerous situation.

"You encountered your sister," the Dragon said in a calm voice when the White Canary approached. "And you almost considered returning back to what you left behind."

"I tried, but….today, I nearly broke."

"I do not expect perfection, my dear Canary," the Dragon said. She squeezed Sara's hand and leaned towards her, kissing her with a lingering kiss. "Merely, competence."

The White Canary nodded, feeling grateful her mistress was merciful. She noticed the young woman having worked forward on the same tablet she swiped from Cobblepot's domain.

"If you want to ask, ask away," the enchanting-emerald assassin said. "I'd prefer you ask a foolish question, than assume your question is foolish."

"Is it everything you suspected it to be?" the White Canary asked.

A long pause followed and the candles flickered, only scarcely illuminating the area around them. The dripping of a faucet echoed in the background.

"One part to a set, and not the only means which they can use to raise Ra's Al Ghul from the beyond. And they will explore other avenues."

"Slade confirmed what you suspected," The White Canary said. She sat down at the invitation of her leader. "The White Ghost lives, and he may have captured the two daughters of the Demon."

The lights flickered and Sara looked closely into the eyes of the young woman before her. For another second, Sara forgot herself, but recalled who she was.

'Sara Lance died, the White Canary lives on.'

The dragon removed the hood, to reveal the face of Alia Evans. Sara understood how serious the situation grew when they looked each other face to face. She suspected a long time ago Alia's mask was her face, and the guise of the Dragon was her true self.

"Never forget yourself, even if you have grown stronger than it," Alia said. "But, I must pull you off of the mission because you could have a conflict of interests."

"You think Nyssa….."

"I don't think, I know."

Sara fell back into line; her mistress had given the final word, so it would be extremely difficult to argue with her at this point. The woman wondered where they were going next. More questions entered her mind, than answers.

No sooner did Sara have a chance to blink, the Dragon walked over to one side and looked up towards the ceiling. She replaced the hood removed from her face seconds over. From her body language, Sara noticed straight away she contemplated something.

"A reckoning is at hand," Alia said. "Soon, we will clash, and….we will need assistance…..it will be a lot easier to bring Supergirl into the fold, than to have her on the outside with questions."

"Are you going to tell her everything?" Claire asked. Both Alia and Sara turned to the woman known as Nightwing, silent until this point.

"I'm going to tell her as much as needed, while filling in the rest when those facts are needed," Alia said. "And more importantly when I'm certain of certain facts. You know what they say about assumptions."

Alia excused herself from the room, brushing past both of her charges. The emerald-eyed assassin made a short trip and dialed up a number.

"We're going to have to pay your counterpart a vision."


A pale skinned gentlemen dressed in black robes and looked towards a prison cell. His guards, standing near the cell, hung their head. The man's skin, devoid of any color, looked even more devoid when compared to the darker robes he wore.

The sneer grew on the man's face and he walked towards the cell. A humorless expression spread over his face. The man touched one hand towards the edge of the cell.

"Your loyalty to our father might have wavered, but I didn't."

Despite the woman's face being shrouded in shadows, one could tell the look of absolute distaste burning through her eyes. The woman stared down her adversary,

"Talia, you might hate me for what's happened in the past, but even you will not deny the necessity of the situation," the man said. "Nyssa might have escaped, but our sister was stabbed by our guards before she jumped into the icy cold waters."

Dusan Al Ghul, the White Ghost, stood in greater prominence. He made sure his sister saw his importance, with the faction of the League he commanded.

"Naturally, though, we will exhaust every effort for a search, until we find Nyssa's body. And if there's any breath still left in it, she will pay for her treason."

"You might have a few brain cells yet, Dusan," Talia said. The woman scoffed. "But not as many as you think you might, if you're dabbling in this madness."

Dusan cupped his hand against the cell and leaned in, pressing his body against the cell.

"My father's search for an heir was fruitless," Dusan said. "He came to me, and he told me of the grave mistake he made. I will correct the mistake."

Talia blinked and looked at her brother with a small amount of contempt.

"Our father, came to you?" Talia asked. "His spirit was finally at rest."

"You know nothing of our father," Dusan said. He fingered the dagger, what he wouldn't give to put it through the wench who betrayed his father. "He will return and Ra's Al Ghul will be stronger than ever, until I'm ready to ascend to my proper place."

"You were cast out for a reason," Talia said.

"Mind your tongue in the presence of your betters!" Dusan yelled.

"Oh, you're so bold when I'm chained in a cell," Talia said. She spoke without fear, because she had nothing to fear from a peasant like the White Ghost. "I hope your bravery holds up in the face of the Dragon. She will be here, and she will annihilate you."

Dusan turned in an ugly fashion. The man walked off, not sparing Talia another moment. She would be needed for the sacrifice. Deathstroke failed to acquire the tablet, but there were other ways.

Talia sighed, Alia killed Ra's Al Ghul and acquired her rightful spot as the head of the League. She challenged him, Ra's accepted, thinking no woman could best him, and Alia defeated him. By right of ancient law, she lead the League of Assassins.

Some people just couldn't let it go. Talia held her hands up, hoping Nyssa managed to escape Dusan's stronghold, otherwise they would be back to square one.

The idiot thought their father spoke to him, which showed Talia how far gone he was. But, it was curious, if not her father, someone must be feeding him misinformation.


To Be Continued on February 12th, 2016.