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Tempest: Chapter Fifty-Eight: Request of a Princess

AN: So there's been an overwhelmingly positive response to Amy being a popular social media presence, and I'm kind of hooked on the idea now, and I do hope by now everyone's realized that Andy's a Star Wars nerd, it's not just me

Also, I saw Wonder Woman and died so of course I needed her to have a cameo

Happy Pride Month, guys!


"Amy? Like Amelia or Amara?"

Damali Faris considered her old friend, Grace Merrit, with narrowed eyes. She'd known that Grace had been struggling to make ends meet with her art pieces, no matter how divine she found them, but after the fire, she hadn't been able to really help her when money was so scarce. She'd been ecstatic when she found out that a kind soul had sponsored a studio for her and several other artists.

Business was trickling in now, interest increasing, and Damali couldn't have been happier for her friend, especially now that the repairs for the Transcultural Theatre were well underway.

Things were looking up.

"Amara's not a very common name," Damali pointed out shrewdly.

"Yeah, but it's not uncommon, either," Grace countered with a smirk. "Amy's kind of…unique, I guess. She must be really into the arts if she sponsored you, too."

"She must be," Damali agreed, her fingers playing across her cup of water. "The girls and I're signing a thank you card for her and roping off one of the balconies for her as part of the thank you."

"Honey, she'd better be free for life at that theatre with how much money she's dropping on it."

Damali laughed but couldn't deny the truth there.


"Can you tell me why you were on the train, Amara?"

The only upside was that Amara was not in some interrogation room, not that she'd ever been in one before, but Amara watched TV and she was too distrustful now of police.

Barry was sitting beside her, looking rather unimpressed with the 'interrogation' even though he'd never use that word to describe the current state of affairs, but the detective in question's son had never really gotten on with Amara, so the attitude wasn't surprising.

"I was leaving my mother and her girlfriend," Amara said coolly, staring at him with narrowed eyes as she watched his lip curl in disgust. She had no time for homophobes.

"Your mother," Detective Shermore said slowly, as if he was speaking to a foolish child, "Iris."

"My mother," Amara said, her words just this side of mocking, but it was early and she'd been coding into the early morning at was running on at least three hours of sleep at this rate, "Pamela Isley, in Gotham. You do know how adoptions work, don't you?"

"Amy," Barry warned with a sigh and Amara crossed her arms.

"What?" she demanded. "He's interrogating me like I had something to do with the attack!"

"You were the central cause of it, actually," Detective Shermore pointed out.

"You're confusing the word instigator with victim." Clearly Thomas' attitude was a learned trait from the father, which was a bit unfortunate, if you asked Amara, but that wasn't going to stop her. The detective had always found Amara to be a bit much, just as much as Amara thought he was far too arrogant.

"Amy," Barry repeated again and Amara relented, slumping back into her chair with a huff.

"Your attacker, Miss Dockery, claimed you were the daughter of Weather Wizard," the detective continued like there hadn't been an interruption. "But you say different?"

Amara's lips twisted and she glanced up to Barry and he gave a small nod. They'd planned out the details before Amara was needed to come in and give an official statement.

"My biological father's name was Edward Tillis, he died when I was eight."

"You're certain?" Detective Shermore asked, jotting a few things down.

"That he's dead?" Amara rolled her eyes. "Well he was when I went to the morgue before I went into foster care, but who knows, he could've restarted his heart by force of will."

Barry restrained from pressing a hand to his face. "Amy…"

"If you're so certain that your father—"

"He's not my father," Amara muttered under her breath.

"—is dead, why do you think someone believed Weather Wizard was your father?"

"Sounds like someone got some bad information."

Her eyes were daring and her expression cold and Barry gave her a look when Detective Shermore had completed his report and Amara was straightening her jacket against the chill of late October.

"Amy," he said with restrained patience, "that attitude wasn't necessary."

"He doesn't like me anyways, why bother?" Amara wrinkled her nose in disdain and Barry gave her another look. "And you know how I feel about cops."

"My daughter, so bitter and cynical at the old age of thirteen," Barry sighed and Amara couldn't help but laugh. "Wherever did I go wrong?"

Amara's lips twisted. "There's that whole nature versus nurture debate that might be a part of it."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Amy," Barry chuckled, "but I do work with Detective Shermore—"

"You don't like him either," Amara pointed out sulkily.

"Yes, but I'm an adult and I'm mature enough to deal with him every day," Barry gave her mild smile.

"No, it's because you're a nice guy." Amara ran a hand through her hair with a sigh as she pulled her phone out, reading the message there, her shoulders falling slightly.

"Something wrong?"

"No, it's just something the Big Man wants me to look into," Amara muttered before bouncing up onto the tips of her toes to press a kiss to her father's cheek. "See you later, Dad, Wally and I're going for a walk."

"Keep out of trouble," Barry called after her and Amara rolled her eyes for good measure before darting past a few policemen familiar with her, only to pause at the sight of the Memorial Wall of CCPD members who had died in the line of duty, surprised to see Officer Jorge Heart on the wall.

"So you're Barry's new little girl, huh?" Jorge grinned as Amara sat opposite him, her short legs swinging under the table, sucking down a slurpie.

Amara bobbed her head.

"He's a good guy, do you like him?"

Amara gave him a red-stained smile. "He's great, him and Iris."

He winked. "You let me know when he lets you learn how to fire a gun."

Amara's laughter filled the air.

He must've died while Amara was away, either when she was on Mount Elbrus or in Gotham, Amara couldn't be sure yet. Amara sucked on her lower lip before pushing past the clear doors out into the street.


"What happened to Officer Heart?"

"Oh, you heard about that." Wally grimaced as they walked through the park, Amara keeping an arm looped through his. "Yeah, it was a bit messed up what happened…they never found who killed him, there wasn't enough evidence and some of it just vanished, his brother was really broken up about it."

Amara frowned. August Heart worked closely and often with Barry, that was how she'd met him, waiting for Barry. He'd seemed like a nice guy, but she'd liked Jorge better.

"Anything else that happened while I was away that I need to know about?" Amara arched an eyebrow for good measure.

"Well, nothing like that," Wally rolled his eyes and Amara brought the phone up to note the message there. "Something wrong?"

"Not entirely," Amara grumbled before shoving her phone back into her pocket, "but I might have a problem."

"You?" Wally snorted and Amara poked him harshly in the shoulder. "Ow, ow! So what's your problem?"

"Oracle is getting to be a bit…difficult to keep up," Amara admitted rather regretfully. "It's a good thing I dropped my job or I'd never be able to keep up."

Wally glanced down at her. It was true that when he saw her and she wasn't training with Black Canary, she was usually typing rather feverishly on her laptop and trying to ignore how viral a sensation she had become overnight. He doubted she even realized how many people had seen the video.

And Wally knew her well enough to know that she wasn't just going to drop being Oracle, her work through Oracle was too important, most of all to her.

"Why not branch out?" he suggested instead and Amara furrowed her brow in confusion. "You always talked about how BlackNet's got such a negative rep, and most of what you do isn't really on the same level as the other levels on there…maybe you could make your own version of BlackNet and have more than one Oracle operating under the same name, that way if one of you isn't on, someone else can pick up the slack."

Amara considered him silently. The Team really underestimated how clever he was, and it was one of the only things that annoyed her about her friends, because Wally wasn't some constantly-eating speedster just around for comic relief. He was clever and bright and was in all advanced classes, on top of superheroing, and he was the best person she knew.

"That's a really great idea, actually," Amara agreed.

"It's been known to happen," Wally grinned and his cousin rolled her eyes, bumping her elbow against his side, stepping almost into him as they walked past two girls with their eyes on their phones. Amara missed how one of them did a complete double take when they saw her.

"You're smarter than you give yourself credit," Amara grumbled under her breath and Wally scratched his cheek, looking sheepishly pleased.

He opened his mouth to tell her so when a voice called out from behind them: "Excuse me!"

They both turned to survey the pair moving quickly towards them, the ones that had just walked past them. They looked to be only a little older than Wally, one with curly hair with streaks of various colors, and the other one with coppery hair chopped short, and both rather focused on Amara, which wasn't a first but was usually limited to members of the Justice League watching her closely to see if she was going to go and become an eco-terrorist like her mother once was. At least, that was the way it seemed.

"I'm sorry," said the taller of the two, the one with coppery hair, "this might seem a bit rude…but are you Star Wars Girl?"

"Is that video really that famous, even here?" Amara asked rather dumbfounded, not even bothering to deny the truth.

"It is you!" the second one declared and Wally snorted.

"You were aware that the video went viral?" he reminded her and she glared at him before turning her attention back to the girls.

"I'm Amy Isley-Allen," she said, giving them both a smile, "I'm sure I'm not that interesting."

"No less interesting than a lot of the Youtubers," the first said with a laugh, "but none of them can say they've had an assassin try to kill them and fail."

"My dad works for the police and is very paranoid." The lie came effortlessly and at this point Amara wasn't even surprised. "The assassin did put a kink in my day, though."

Wally rolled his eyes. "Just a kink, Amy?"

"Just a kink," she grinned.

"Would you mind if we took a selfie with you?" the second one asked. "You're kind of famous on twitter right now."

"Am I?" Amara couldn't help but be flummoxed. The last time she'd blown up on the internet had been when she –as Storm Chaser– had revealed that she was demisexual. The LGTBQ community had been very positive, largely, excepting those gatekeeping few that claimed that those on the asexual spectrum, which demisexual was, weren't actual members of the LGTBQ community, something that incensed Amara greatly. Then there'd been the homophobes rearing their heads; Amara had taken to avoiding the Justice League's facebook page on principle now.

"You didn't know?"

"Well, I don't really have a twitter," Amara admitted and one of the girls pulled up their phone to show her the twitter app on the screen and Amara blinked, scrolling through what must have been her tag, #StarWarsGirl.

Demoncat hellsangel

sneakerdown check this out watch?v=CPcKgcb7_UQ #StarWarsGirl all the way

JordanJames LuxBoneri

#StarWarsGirl is fucking on point wtf? If starwars needs a badass child bounty hunter in their next film, my vote is for #StarWarsGirl

CarmillaOriginal CasketChrm

I don't know about you SouthrnBelle but I'd pay good money for #StarWarsGirl to do a video on self-defense

WannabeAvril Sk8rBoi

#StarWarsGirl is kickass goals

SupernaturallyFab castielangel

Anyone that hasn't seen #StarWarsGirl from watch?v=CPcKgcb7_UQ definitely needs to check her out!

Aayla'sGirl finejedi

Can you believe that #StarWarsGirl doesn't have a twitter? Even when she's trending? Crazy

GabrielleSamuel prettyinpink

Love #StarWarsGirl ! But everyone remember this girl is thirteen and a child who has a right to privacy!

Amara's eyebrows had steadily risen on her forehead as she read a few more tweets with Wally reading over her shoulder.

"This is crazy," she muttered before raising her eyes, "I'm trending?"

"You have been for the past few days," the second girl agreed, "ever since that video went up on Youtube."

"I'm telling Dick," Wally said with a grin and Amara gave him another glare.

"Don't you dare," she warned before handing the phone back to its owner. "I'm not sure about getting a twitter, though, I hear social media can get toxic."

She grimaced, thinking about the Justice League page.

"But it would be so cool if you got one," the first girl rocked back on her heels, her expression earnest. "A lot of people use it as a platform, like the Youtubers."

"I, um," Amara was startled by how for it the pair were, "I wouldn't know what to make videos of, anyways."

"Self-defense would be a good one for you," Wally pointed out, and Amara turned to give him a flat stare. "Probably makeup too, going off the box you got."

"Jade's not known for being subtle," Amara huffed and the girls' eyes gleamed.

"That would be so cool," the second girl crowed, "and you could do a sort of get to know you q and a beforehand."

Amara wrinkled her nose. "I'll think about it," she decided before plastering a smile on her face as they snapped the selfie before thanking her and waving goodbye.

"That was weird," Wally decided when they'd gone and Amara had linked her arm through his once more. "Are you going to do it?"

Amara looked out across the park, a thoughtful expression overtaking her face. Amara Isley-Allen was known now for sponsoring Gratia Art and the Gothamite Chamber Ballet, though neither were very well known facts. She could use social media as a way to help others like Oracle did on the sly. "Maybe."

"The Big Man might not like it."

Amara paused and Wally had to stop too in order to not trip and his cousin sent a scowl his way.

"Batman can suck my dick."

And Wally had to stuff his whole hand in his mouth to keep from howling with laughter at the tone, expression, and the words that Amara had said. The execution was flawless.

"Besides," Amara continued walking, seemingly unaware that her cousin was dying on the inside, "Bruce Wayne is a well-known public figure and he does some good, occasionally." Amara wasn't bitter in the slightest about Bruce, not at all, just like she wasn't bitter about being on probation, not at all.

Of course, she was grateful to be back with the Team and with Dinah and the rest of the Star City heroes, but there was always the lingering feeling that she was being watched a bit too closely.

"Doing something out of spite isn't the best idea," Wally snorted.

"Doing something out of spite is the best idea," Amara grinned widely.


Dorian Gray: *link sent*

Countess de Winter: omg, I saw that the day it went up. Poor assassin, talk about bad luck

Dorian Gray: yeah, imagine if they'd gotten someone else, like you

Countess de Winter: Like me? Oh, Dorian I'd be dead if they'd been assigned to assassinate me. I don't know that much about self-defense

Dorian Gray: I'm sure you make up for it with other things, you know, like charm

Countess de Winter: I'll do my best ;)


Amara's muscles were burning as she swiped at the dummy, the metal pipes heavy in her hands. Really, she should have never let herself get so out of practice, it was detrimental to being a hero in any capacity. Jade's teaching style even months after Amara had left Starfish Island had remained, so Amara had looked for a pair of piped a bit heavier than her batons and just slightly longer so they weren't quite as balanced.

Working with a handicap first made it easier in the long run.

"Do you require a partner?" came Kaldur's voice to her side and Amara twisted violently, slicing her left pipe through the air, forcing the Atlantean to duck to avoid being brained by it.

"Oh, sorry!" Amara grimaced, stilling her movements as Kaldur checked to make sure it was all right to bring his head back up once more.

"You seem on edge," Kaldur noticed and Amara sighed.

"Paranoid, really," she discounted. "Who's to say that Mark Mardon won't blab about me to someone else and have them try to kill me? He's not known for giving up." The last part was uttered rather bitterly.

"Neither are you," Kaldur mentioned lightly and Amara blinked before sighing tiredly.

"Maybe it's an inherited trait," she grumbled, scowling at her grey hair, the only physical similarity that she shared with her biological father.

Kaldur's eyes softened and Amara narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"You didn't inherit all of Mardon's bad traits, Amy," he said kindly, "and one day you'll be stronger than him."

"Maybe." Amara couldn't help the doubt that bled into her words, frowning down at the pipes in her hands.

"I have complete faith in you," he said with the most certainty that Amara's cheeks couldn't help but pink.

"Thanks, Kaldur," she said finally.

He spared her another smile. "Do you require a partner?" he repeated his first words.

"I would've figured you'd have somewhere to run off to with Aquaman," Amara said honestly, bracing both pipes against her shoulders to take note of how he was currently still in his Aqualad uniform, just a bit damp from the pool that Amara had been avoiding since she'd almost drowned in it during the attack from the Reds.

"Not currently," Kaldur conceded before drawing the water-bearers, channeling them into similar batons, "and I could use the practice."

Amara laughed. "Now, I know you're lying, Kelpie, but I'll give it to you."

His lips twitched in the corners, and then he lunged forward, forcing Amara to move quickly in order to block his attack.


Halloween was surprisingly…busy in the Cave, surprisingly because Amara was usually out and about on Halloween, it was every criminals favorite day to cause trouble.

M'gann had invited everyone to the dance at the school she was attending, but Amara was currently working on a new project that needed her complete attention, and Wally was being his sappy self when Zatanna and Artemis showed up.

Of course, Artemis' mood soured when Zatanna pointed out how M'gann and Conner were acting like a couple.

"What about the dance?" Zatanna asked awkwardly, tailing after Artemis in a witch's hat.

"Not in the mood," Artemis grunted before she caught sight of Amara on one of the couches with her laptop on her lap and an earpiece with a speaker secured to her ear.

She was the only one apparently not dressed up for the dance, wearing a loose shirt and jeans, the shirt dipping slightly at the front to show her fractal scarring. Zatanna tried not to wince.

"Hey, Amy!"

Amara looked up, her smile appearing instantly when she saw who it was. Zatanna tied not to flush at how her eyes glittered, but they were such a pretty color. "Hey, going to the party?"

"I've changed my mind," Artemis shrugged, hopping up to sit on the back of the couch, "got any criminal activity for us?"

"Well, there's –yes, this is Oracle," she said quickly, cutting herself off in order to speak into the speaker. "Confirmed." Then she pressed a button to mute the speaker on her end. "Sorry, intel-gathering can be a bit rude."

Artemis rolled her eyes with a smirk. "What've you got?"

"There was an electrical disturbance at the Museum of Ancient History in Manhattan," Amara conceded, typing out a bit of code before scrolling through the report. "A thief made off with a sword. Apparently he put several policemen in the hospital with the sword that some witnesses claimed glowed." Amara's own eyes gleamed. "Eerie."

"I'll get my suit," Artemis said, but this time Zatanna interrupted her.

"I'm faster," she said, raising her arms up and incanting: "Egnahc sehtolc otni ruo smrofinu!" Smoke funneled up their bodies until they were both wearing their uniforms. "Girls night out?"

Artemis grinned.

"What about you, Amy?" Zatanna asked, turning back to the green-eyed girl. "Wanna tag along?"

Amara did look rather conflicted about it. "I'd love to," she said, her regret tainting her words, "but this thing that I'm working on isn't something I can really set aside…let me know if you need any backup, though."

"Will do," Artemis promised, darting down the hall. "C'mon, Zatanna!"

But Zatanna lingered with Amara. "I've actually got something for you," she admitted sheepishly and Amara's brow furrowed in confusion as Zatanna held out a small earring with a grey stone at the end, like the ones she had for turning her hair red and black when she was in the public eye.

"Dad's had me practicing camouflaging spells," Zatanna explained, "and I thought you could always use this one if you ever wanted to dye your hair."

"Oh!" Amara set the laptop aside in order to sit up a bit more to lift the earring from her palm. "That's really cool!"

Zatanna beamed pleasantly before taking off after Artemis without a look back. Amara might've made her stomach flip flop on occasion, but Robin was the one that made the pace of her heart pick up, as strange as that was.

Besides, Amara didn't seem like the dating type.


"Hey, Amy, what are you up to today?"

Amara had been left mostly on her own after Wally, M'gann, and Conner had left to go to the dance, not hardly looking up from her screen until she heard her mentor's voice.

Dinah was striding towards her with a smile and Amara sat up again to place the laptop in front of her. "And here I thought I was getting the day off!"

Her mentor laughed. "Oh, Amy, you and I both know you'll never take a day off." She gave a useless gesture towards the laptop Amara used for Oracle.

"It's more the principle of the thing," Amara declared loudly. "What d'you need?"

And it was only then that Amara realized Dinah had been followed by Wonder Woman and she positively yelped, falling from the couch to find herself squashed between the coffee table and the couch, turning as red as the setting sun.

Wonder Woman tried to hide her smile but Dinah snorted loudly. She had often told Amara that she had a rather obvious type, something that Amara vehemently refused.

But who didn't fall in love with Wonder Woman at first sight? Amara didn't think it was entirely possible. She was just so beautiful and so nice

Amara shook her head and struggled back to sitting on the couch. "Wonder Woman! Hi, didn't see you there!" Her voice had started out with a squeak and Amara hated herself for it.

"Hello, Amy," Wonder Woman smiled at her kindly, "how do you feel about a job?"

Amara arched an eyebrow before narrowing her eyes suspiciously, something Dinah couldn't help but be proud of; being too trusting could get you killed. "What kind of job?"

"I need help finding someone," Wonder Woman said, holding out a folder and Amara took it, flipping it open.

There was a picture on the first page, a blonde man in a military uniform.

"Master-Chief Steve Trevor of the US Navy…liaison for the Justice League," Amara read out loud. "I remember this case. He disappeared and the Navy thought he was kidnapped because of how his office was destroyed, but they never found him."

"No," Wonder Woman agreed, her mouth twisting, "the Navy has given up looking for him, but I haven't…but I need a new perspective."

Amara nodded seriously, flipping to the last page. Wonder Woman and the Master-Chief must've known each other quite well for him to list 'Diana Prince' as his emergency contact. "Boyfriend?" she guessed and Wonder Woman smiled stiffly.

"I'll need time to look into this," Amara admitted.

"Take all the time you need," Wonder Woman told her.

"Is his office still how it was when he was taken?"

"It's been roped off, why?" Dark eyebrows furrowed.

"I might need to see it…is that going to be a problem?"

"Not at all," Wonder Woman said, "I'm not the only one looking for answers."

"What if you don't like what I find?" Amara glanced down to the picture of Steve Trevor before looking up to Wonder Woman once more.

"Let me worry about that," she promised and Amara appraised her before giving a firm nod herself and letting her fingers fly across the keyboard, searching for anything and everything concerning Master-Chief Steve Trevor.

"Give me a few days to dig his details up," Amara said. "I'll let you know if I need any of your help."

"Dinah has my number," Wonder Woman assured her. "Thank you, Amy."

Amara ran a hand through her hair, cheeks dusting pink. "Well," she conceded, "it wouldn't be the first time I've looked for someone who didn't want to be found."

Dinah squeezed her shoulder before the pair walked off and Amara looked over the details in the folder once more.

Steve Trevor, what was so important about you?


AN: Steve Trevor hasn't shown up in YJ, so I'm taking some creative liberties. His disappearance is one of the many subplots in this fic that I'm looking forward to resolving

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