It was just past midnight in Detroit, and Olivia was starting to feel exhaustion. Unfortunately, it wasn't just from following Steel for the past twelve hours; she was certain of that. She had felt more energetic after a twenty hour stakeout. I'm getting too pregnant for this.

Steel was about a hundred yards ahead of her. They had wandered the city, stopping purse snatchers and muggings that seemed to be ubiquitous in the city, and even a murder or two was stopped with all the finesse of an elephant trampling an egg. It wasn't hard work; she followed him, he would beat the perpetrators, the police would arrive, and they would move on. Most of the time, Olivia wasn't even seen, and she only had to fire her bow twice; once when a third mugger suddenly appeared from the shadows behind Steel, and again when she had to remind him (with a slight tap to the back of the head with a blunt arrow) that they were there to stop crime, not pick up a girlfriend.

She paused for a moment as her communicator chirped. She brought it up to her lips, whispering into it softly. "Green Arrow."

"It is Dealer."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"The alarm at the Detroit Museum of Art is about to sound."

"Detroit has a-"

Dealer cut her off quickly. "The alarm went off. You should make your way there as soon as possible."

Olivia put the communicator away and ran forward somewhat. "Steel, we've got something. Detroit Museum of Art. You know where it is?"

He nodded. "I think so, but I've never been inside."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "For some reason, that doesn't surprise me. We have to hurry up." She started to follow Steel, who was striding easily down the street. I'm gonna have to have another check up when this is all over. I shouldn't be this tired.

Finally, they made their way to the museum, where they stood outside. The alarm was indeed going off, as she looked over. "Well," Steel asked. "What's the plan?"

She pulled back, eyeing the roof and letting go. The arrow hit the roof and stuck, and she pulled on the attached rope, making certain it was secured. "You first. Wait for me on the roof." Steel nodded, and she watched as he climbed up the rope quickly. She followed just after him, pulling the trailing rope up behind her until she got to the roof. Once there, she saw the skylight was already open. "Looks like this wasn't an original idea," she said quietly.

"Why?"

"Keep your voice down!" she hissed. "The skylight's already open." She went over and looked down, peering into the museum. She could see no movement, and saw a rope, already hanging down into the museum. "You first."

Instead of using the rope, Steel jumped down, making the entire building shake. She winced. "You want to be careful? Art isn't something to be toyed with. It's delicate."

"Oh. Sorry."

Olivia rolled her eyes, climbing down into the museum. Around her were paintings, all impressionist. She smiled somewhat; her style had always been more realistic, but she loved to look at it nonetheless. After a moment, she reminded herself of the mission, and started to look around. There was a door off to the left that was cracked open slightly. She snapped her fingers to get Steel's attention, then pointed to the door with a nocked arrow. He nodded and went in first, though she was just behind him, trying to walk quietly- not that anyone would hear her over his loud footsteps.

Once inside the door, she saw the entire room covered in Egyptian art. There were columns in the corners, decorated with imitation hieroglyphs. Busts and paintings were by the walls, as well as small artistic artifacts. In the very center was a golden sarcophagus, which Steel was leaning over.

"Don't touch that," Olivia hissed.

He turned to look at her, then back down at the sarcophagus. "I won't."

It didn't matter; in a moment, Olivia felt the floor shake slightly, and she watched as one of the pillars began to fall. She cried out to Steel, who turned in time to see the pillar falling. She tried to get to him, but she was too slow; the pillar fell right onto him. Underneath, she could hear him struggling to push the heavy pillar off him. She couldn't really do much for him, at that point; besides, she saw a flash of movement heading back out into the main room.

Olivia ran through the door, bow pulled back and ready. Once she entered, she saw a man standing underneath the rope. He was dressed in loud oranges and purples, a hat with a large feather sticking out of it, and a saber strapped to his hip. "All right, Porthos, that's far enough."

He turned and looked at her, a slight smile on his lips. "Ah, my eyes do trick me, it would seem," he said. His tone was thoroughly dramatic, as if he were playing to an audience only he could see. "That a fair maiden would be in this place at this time of the night, 'tis not becoming."

"Yeah, can it," she said. She eyed the small case that he had against his back, long and round. "Drop the pool cue and step away."

He gave her a slight laugh. "My dear, these matters are for men. Now, step aside so I've no need to mar your beauty."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Drop it."

He only smiled again. "I bid you farewell, midnight beauty." He began to climb up the rope. Olivia pulled back, eyeing the rope as her arrow flicked through it, severing it. Though he fell, he fell no more than a foot, and was able to catch himself easily. "It is uncommon to see such danger in such a woman. I find it…alluring."

"Taken, thanks," she growled, pulling back, creating another arrow. "Now, the pool cue."

He started to walk forward, talking as he did so. "Though your skills are quite impressive, I've still no need to explain a man's duty. Now, if you would be so kind as to step aside, we can part ways amiably, with no need to shed blood." As he came closer, Olivia put her bow down to her side, reaching out and grabbing the front of his shirt, holding his face close. He tried to swing with his right hand, but Olivia batted the hand away. He sighed. "I see I have been bested," he said. "Still, there is no shame to be bested by one who is both skilled and beautiful."

"I already told you to can it," she said. "Now, the case. Cough it up."

"Yes, well." She pushed him away, pulling at the saber so that it fell to the ground with a clang. "You don't mind if I smoke to your success?" He pulled out a small snuff box from his cloak, and opened it. Before Olivia had a chance to react, he blew a powder into her face. Immediately, she began to sneeze. Unable to control the sneezing, she fell down to her knees, her face red, and not just from the sneezing; she had been overpowered by sneezing powder.

By then, the Shakespeare reject had escaped through the back door, and Steel came up to her. "Are you all right?" he asked.

She sneezed a few more times, blowing her nose on the inside of her tunic (much to Steel's discomfort) before she could get herself under control again. "Yeah. The bastard got away with something." She got up, going back into the room.

"I thought you said he got away, why aren't we going after him?" Steel asked.

Olivia didn't stop looking around as she answered. "I'm not sure where's he headed, unless you saw where he ran to. Besides, we need to know what he stole. Ah, here we go." She looked at the empty case, and the plaque under it, a small blurb about an artifact called the Sword of Ramses. "We have to get out of here. The police are going to show up in a little bit, and we should be out of their way." She went over to the skylight again, using another arrow with a rope attached to it, climbing back out.

"But, you're in the Justice League," Steel argued. "Shouldn't you be working with the police?"

"The police do their thing," Olivia said. "I let 'em. They know what they're doing. In the meantime, we'll see if we can get a little more information on Porthos."

"Who?"

"The flamboyant one who stole the sword."

"Ah."

Once they were on the roof, Olivia pulled out her communicator. "D, you there?"

"Yes."

"Good. Tell me what you know about the Sword of Ramses."

He sighed. "Well, it was a sword used by the pharaoh…"

"Cut the act, D. I meant what kind of powers might it have? Why would someone want to steal it? The guy got away."

"Yes, I should have warned you about the snuff box," he said. "It is said that the sword was the reason that Ramses was victorious against the Hittites. Occult rumor has it that whoever has the sword will be victorious in any battle they are in."

"That really doesn't narrow the field," Olivia sighed. "Anyone could want that sword. All right, thanks D. I need a ride back to the Satellite." She turned to Steel. "I think you can make your way home from here, right? This is your city, after all." He nodded. "Good. We'll be in touch." As she spoke, the light coalesced around her, and a moment later she found herself back up on the Satellite. Dealer was sitting at the monitor, his face calm, as usual.

"Olivia, I need to ask you a question."

Olivia felt her gut twist uncomfortably, and she knew it wasn't the baby. Dealer usually had the answers; he didn't need to ask questions. "What's up?" she asked, sitting down at the computer, putting in her report.

"I have been having a recurring dream," he said. "It is very disturbing. I have a distinct sense of dread, and a woman in a black jumpsuit with silver bands. Do you recognize this figure?"

Olivia thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope. Can't say I do."

"Hmmm. I think it may be worth you looking into."

She frowned, pausing in her report. "Have you asked Batman? He is the resident detective here, after all. If you wanted to find her, you should ask him."

"I suppose, but I felt I should ask you first."

Olivia shrugged. "Sorry, D. If you find out anything else I can try to search, but until then, you should probably talk to Batman. He's better at the whole sleuthing business than I am."

"I see. Thank you."

"No, thank you," she said, finishing her report. "And by that, I mean thanks for sending me back home to LA. I need to crawl into bed and not move for the next twelve hours."

"The fatigue-"

"My doctor will tell me about the fatigue, not you," she growled. "I don't need pregnancy advice from a sixteen year old boy. Just take me home, okay?"

Dealer nodded, and she stepped up onto the transporter pad. The light formed around her again, and she found herself standing in the apartment she shared with Aidan. It was small, even by apartment standards; a studio apartment, with a single wall of large windows looking out over the city's downtown area. The single main room was separated by a Japanese folding screen, with the bed and a set of dressers on the one side, a TV, couch, and computer desk on the other. The kitchen was small, though the breakfast bar between it and the main room took the place of a table. There was also a small bathroom behind the kitchen. Though it was small, it didn't fell cramped; mostly because both she and Aidan were rarely there at the same time, and when they were, it wasn't for long.

Sighing at the empty apartment, Olivia changed into a set of silk pajamas and collapsed onto the bed. The clock by the bedside showed 1:37 AM in glowing red. Managing to crawl under the covers, she closed her eyes.

"I didn't know it was my birthday," she heard Aidan say. "I wonder what's all wrapped up in here." He pulled the blankets back. "Oh, perfect gift."

Though she was exhausted, she couldn't help but look up and smile. "I didn't expect you home this early," she mumbled.

"Easy night," he said. "Mind if I join you?"

"Knock yourself out. I'm about to." She closed her eyes again, pulling the blankets back up over her shoulders. It was October, and it was starting to get cold, especially at night. A second later she felt the bed behind her depress, and Aidan's hand on her side. "Good night," she managed to get out, before she fell asleep.