2011

Kaldur finally managed to find time for the two of them to have a date. They decided to have it on St. Maarten. Kaldur figured Zemirah would be more comfortable on her own turf as opposed to the USA. And he was right. She was more excited than nervous. Now the main question was what they would do. He filtered through records while explaining to Roy.

You could take her to the movies. Simple enough, right? Roy offered.

"She did express interest in… What was the film called again? Big Mommas?"

Seriously? You want to take her to that? I thought it was supposed to be a date. I would think you of all people would want something more… lovey-dovey. Being a hopeless romantic and all that.

"I still am, however, I was thinking we would just… have fun."

Alright, your date, your business… I still can't believe you found her so soon.

"Yes, yes, you've mentioned that. Oh, your guy just got a hit in the database."

Care to send it?

"Care to? No. Will I? Yes."

Thank you.

Kaldur gave an unimpressed hum but hit send anyways. Before he could say another word, the faint sound of gunfire cracked through the comms.

"What was that?"

Nothing.

The blatant lie didn't stop the sounds from getting louder.

"Roy, answer me."

Gotta go, bye!

"Roy, don't you dare-!"

Kaldur made an irritated noise as the line went dead. He rolled his eyes before shutting off the screens.

"If he gets shot, I am not stitching him up again," he muttered to himself.

"What's wrong?"

Kaldur whirled in the newcomer in surprise and found Zemirah standing there with a concerned frown. Her upset visage aside, she looked lovely, she wore a white off-shoulder blouse, black skinny jeans, and low-heeled black-and-gold sandals. Her hair was blown out and French-braided and she wore a simple gold necklace, gold star stud earrings, and a black bracelet on her left wrist. But

"You look lovely," he said.

"Thank you."

[Marks]

Caroline stepped into the hanger just as the two left. She was planning something. Aunt Carter was willing to let her work as Pink Cougar— but when it came to her life before, before the accident, before the heroism, Carter was quiet. Caroline had had to turn to Zemirah for what little she did know. Her birth name, where she used to live, all of it came from Zemirah. And because she was only told so much, she only had so much information to give. Everything else was a mystery.

And it was getting old.

However, Caroline wasn't willing to go to Carter again. The first few times she had, Carter had brushed it off, saying that what she wanted to be now was more important. It was frustrating to ask and be shut down, but she kept on trying and pushing. Until the last time she tried asking Carter… broke. She fell apart, crying begging her not to ask again. So, Caroline stopped. She wouldn't ask again; but that wouldn't stop her from trying to figure it out. She knew she used to live on the same island as Zemirah. She planned to go ahead and look around. The hope was that the sights, sounds, and smells would trigger some kind of memory. She glanced down at her silver soulmark once more.

Her hope was small.

[Marks]

"This is a bad idea little brother."

Chokichi rolled his eyes as their plane descended onto Gotham International. Bankori had been fighting against going to Gotham. Frankly, he didn't care what his older brother thought. When the Reverend gave them permission and they told Alex, the kid was ecstatic. He firmly believed that this was a great idea; and Chokichi couldn't fault him. Bankori, on the other hand, was unsympathetic and compassionless as always.

"You say that as if you actually think."

People began to disembark and Alex woke up from his flight nap. He was the first of the trio to grab his carry-on and get off. The two brothers were the last ones on board.

"Come on you blond prat," Chokichi commanded while grabbing his stuff. "We've got a job to do."

"Babysitting the kid is not our job."

"He's a mission."

"And dragging ourselves all the way to the city with the highest crime rate in the entire western hemisphere is in the description?"

"We're angels," Chokichi scoffed. "Our job is helping people. Besides, last I checked our orders fall in line with this. We're helping. You're helping. No options."

Bankori went silent.