Tempest: Chapter Sixty-One: Soothsayer

AN: Apparently a lot of people enjoyed that Amy fucked off to steal in a crisis, but, really, who wouldn't?

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There were two things Amara knew as Oracle: one, Oracle had an arch-nemesis known only as Soothsayer, and, two, he was a fantastically good kisser. Amara had met him some months ago and they had a largely antagonizing relationship, some of Oracle's clients abandoning her in favor of Soothsayer, and some of Soothsayer's vice versa. He was aggravating and annoying and he got under her skin in every way, but somehow every time they ended up in the same area, they ended up lip-locked and Amara was blaming it all on Miguel Garcia, the boy behind the persona, mostly because he did it to aggravate her.

She'd only met him in person for the first time in the end of September when she was running off to Russia and he'd caught her before she could fly off to London to catch a plane to Petersburg and somehow she'd managed to convince him to play the part of Oracle while she was away and he'd coaxed a kiss out of her in return.

Unfortunately, now it seemed to be turning into a habit.

It was late at night and Amara was walking the streets of Gotham, since her parents had made the switch at the end of the week so it was now Pamela and Harley's turn to keep her at their house for a month before they all went back to two weeks before the switch.

Amara had taken the train to meet them for dinner once the train got in, which was why they weren't there to meet her when she got off, so she was walking towards the restaurant when a hand tugged her into a dark alleyway, she couldn't find herself really all that surprised see who it was.

Miguel Garcia had a sly sort of smile that sent a tingle down her spine whenever she saw it and she hit her head on the wall he'd jerked her against it. "You need to work on your manner, Garcia."

"Coming from you, Allen?" Miguel sneered.

He was only a head taller than her and that never really seemed to help things.

"You know—" Amara started to snap when she found herself rather distracted by a mouth on hers. She had to hand it to Miguel, he was a moron and she absolutely hated him, but he was a very good kisser. His hands speared into her hair and hers caught on his jacket until she was strangling for breath and then he was leaning back and Amara breathed in deeply. "Somehow," she continued, "I don't think kissing is the best way to show how much you hate me."

That made him smirk, which annoyed her even more. "You haven't complained," he pointed out and Amara rolled her eyes towards the sky. "Besides annoying you by kissing you is an added bonus."

And he was gone before she could glare at him and punch him in the face, so Amara was left muttering "Asshole," under her breath.

It was like he was doing it on purpose, like it was a game to him, which, in retrospect, it did kind of seem that way, on both of their parts.

Amara straightened her hair and checked her reflection before heading off to meet Pamela and Harley for dinner. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that it meant anything.


"Keep your eyes closed," Pamela told her from where she was driving the car and Amara could easily hear how Harley was sniggering in the front seat.

"Is this the point where you tell me that you have a bunch of bodies on the grass that you don't want me to see?" Amara asked mildly.

Harley cackled. "Is this the point where you tell us why you looked thoroughly kissed when you showed up for dinner?"

Amara groaned loudly, her eyebrows twitching, but she didn't dare to crack her eyes open to glower at her. "It's not that big of a deal."

Miguel was cute, sure, but was he someone she imagined taking her to dinner or anything like that? Absolutely not. He wasn't her type, and she definitely wasn't his. Kissing wasn't really something that Amara cared all too much about but occasionally it didn't seem too bad.

"Oh, yeah?" Pamela asked from the front. "Who was it?"

"Soothsayer," Amara muttered with a tone of petulance. "He's Oracle's arch-nemesis."

There was a moment of silence and Amara could just imagine both of them sharing a glance in the front seat. "And you thought kissing him would be a good idea?"

"He seemed to think so," Amara snorted loudly. "He's a pretty good kisser, but you know, I'm making a habit now of only kissing the bad guys…first Cheshire, now him…seems like a contributing factor."

There was a soft chuckle that was from Pamela. "So this guy randomly kisses you when he sees you and you don't find that odd?"

Amara shrugged her shoulders. "Could always be the pheromones," she acquiesced. "Besides, it sounds like he's getting out of hacking soon…something about getting in too deep." He'd been venting about it a few weeks ago during their insult-fest on a BlackNet chat and Amara had thought it was better not to ask about it.

"Hm," Pamela hummed dubiously. "It's always possible, but your pheromones haven't quite kicked in completely, give it a couple of months and they'll be absolutely out of control…but if you're just kissing…"

"Oh, my God, Mom!" Amara complained and Harley flat out laughed at her.

"Just wait until you actually start dating someone," Harley threw back to her, "now that'll be exciting!"

"I hate my life," Amara bemoaned as they both laughed and the car came to a stop and her mother said, "You can open your eyes now."

Amara blinked in the darkness, looking out the window and staring. "Is…Is that a barn?" she asked before stepping out of the car and looking around. The house was a little further down the road and Amara wasn't quite sure why.

"You'll want to see what's inside," Pamela hinted, her smile wide and Amara eyed her suspiciously before complying and sliding the doors open and staring as Harley flipped on a light switch. It was like a personal gym with bars to twist on, a salmon ladder, some trapeze hanging above them, and so many other equipment, far too much to count.

"Wow," was the only thing that could leave her mouth.


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"There is absolutely nothing wrong with kissing someone with no strings attached."

"That's what I said!" Amara agreed vehemently. "Of course, he's mostly doing it to annoy me."

"Yeah, but did you enjoy it?" Sabine asked, waggling her eyebrows at Amara as the four of them walked together through the park, despite that it was getting colder every day. Nadira, Sofia, Sabine, and Adara all had that afternoon off since the dancers of the GCB were doing so well that their first performance since the burning would be taking place in a few weeks and the theatre already was sold out for tickets.

"Well, sure, but it's not like either of us are going to end up on each other's couches and getting to know our families," Amara explained.

"It's like friends with benefits, but kissing," Adara snorted, running a hand through her wildly frizzy curls. She had a tongue piercing in that she only wore when she wasn't dancing which made Amara wonder why she'd bother getting it if she wasn't wearing it all the time, to which Adara had grabbed Amara's face and shook her, saying, "Teenage rebellion, Amy." "I can get behind that. Can I have his number?"

All the girls laughed.

"Oh, Sofia, I got you this," Amara added, pulling a small rectangular object from her pocket and holding it out to the girl and the Colombian took in confusion.

"What is it?" she asked, turning it over in her hands.

"A small taser in case that stalker of yours gets too close," Amara said seriously. "Some volts to the throat are a good deterrent."

"You are absolutely unreal," Nadira said in complete awe and Amara preened.

"Speaking of which," came Sabine's voice, cold as ice, "here comes the asshole himself." She balled her fists and stepped evenly in front of Sofia who faltered and seemed to shrink in on herself, like she became a shell of herself.

Amara's eyes narrowed as the boy approached. He was sturdily built and a bit older, probably almost as old as Roy, with deep-set blue eyes and hair a muddy color, but Amara had seen the muscles on Kaldur, Conner, and Roy respectively (sadly, Dick didn't quite make the list, being more lean than anything else, same with Wally); having big muscles was no indication of skill, Amara had taken down bigger.

Nadira secured an arm around Sofia who was practically shaking like a leaf.

"Sofia," the boy said, his tone demanding and patronizing, "did you think I wouldn't find you?"

"She's not going anywhere with you!" Sabine spit, her shoulders tensing like the hackles of a cat rising when Amara stepped in front of her, flicking her wrist and extending the collapsible baton that Harley had given her the last time she was staying with them. She shot it forward, colliding it against the side of his skull before whipping it against his leg while he was stunned. Amara made a shooing motion behind her with her free hand and they caught on quick, Nadira and Adara spiriting Sofia away in the direction while Sabine stood at Amara's side, steadfast and unwilling to leave her alone with the man that gave Sofia so much trouble.

"Who d'you think you are?" the boy spat and Amara eyed him coldly. "My father is very important—"

"My mother is a highly respected doctor and her partner is a psychiatrist, my other mother is a well-known reporter for the GBS, and my father is a forensic scientist who happens to be friends with Bruce Wayne," Amara said, tacking on credentials after credentials and it suddenly seemed to dawn on him that having a go at her might not be the best course of action. "Sabine, babe, it's time to go."

Sabine didn't comment at the endearment, surprisingly used to it given how new the friendship between the four of them and Amara was, she just glared as Amara gave him one last hit and she took Amara's arm, walking quickly in the opposite direction and piling into Nadira's car thoughtlessly before it tore away quickly from the park. The car was silent in a far that echoed of anger and fear.

Sofia was shaking in the front seat and jumped when Amara told Nadira to take the next left.

"Does your dad really know Bruce Wayne?" Sabine asked suddenly and Amara was so surprised that she laughed and the next thing she or any of them knew, they were all laughing, even Sofia tittering in amusement.

"Yes, he does," Amara chuckled once she'd stopped laughing. "Take the right, Nadira. His son also tutors me in Math because I'm absolutely terrible at it."

"Now that," Nadira piped up from the front, "is not a surprise."

"Don't drag me!" And that made them all laugh more.

"Amy, where exactly do you live?" Sabine asked as they turned onto a dirt road, driving past so many trees. "Seems kinda out here."

"My mom and her girlfriend are a bit claustrophobic," Amara admitted. The cells at Arkham Asylum weren't exactly the nicest place to be for anyone's mental state. "It's right up there."

Several pairs of eyes looked as Nadira brought them into the driveway and parked.

Adara whistled lowly. "Nice place," she said. Her family was back in Spain; she was only here on a visa unless she intended to become a legalized citizen, but Nadira told her she was far too Spanish with a laugh, being in rather the same boat as Kenyan citizen on a visa.

Sofia had been brought to the United States from Colombia after being adopted into a family that only cared if her skill in dancing brought their family fame and she had more than enough secrets to keep her quiet for life.

Sabine was a second generation immigrant, her father from Germany and her mother from Israel, but she was the only one of the four that was actually was born in the United States.

Adara and Nadira and Sofia all had a small apartment together which they'd only managed to score because Sofia was an emancipated minor, so Amara supposed it was rather nice given their usual living arrangements.

"Come on," Amara said, opening the door and the other girls followed suit. She unlocked the front door and called inside, "I'm home! I've got some friends with me!"

"Is it the same one you kissed yesterday?" came a voice in the living room and Amara groaned loudly, her friends echoing their amusement.

"No, Harley, I wouldn't really consider Miguel a friend, he's just a dick that's a good kisser," Amara muttered under her breath when Pamela have into the room wearing her lab coat, looking like she'd only come home briefly for lunch with Harley before heading back into work. "Hey, Mom!"

Pamela smiled as she spun her hair up into a bun at the back of her head. "Hey, baby, having some friends over?"

"Um, yeah, this is Sofia, Sabine, Adara, and Nadira," Amara said, pointing out each girl in turn before returning with, "guys, this is my mom, Pamela Isley, and that's her girlfriend Harley Quin-nzel." Amara stuttered slightly over Harley's name, almost using her villain name (though it was kind of hard when her villain name was so close to her civilian identity).

Harley gave her a wink and Sabine stared at Pamela. "Dude, your mom is, like, super pretty." Then she turned bright red. "Oh, shit, that was out loud."

Pamela laughed. "I'm just one of the moms, I'm afraid, but thank you." She leaned down to kiss Harley lightly before smiling at Amara. "You ladies have fun."

"How many moms do you have?" Adara asked in awe as the door shut behind her.

"Three," Amara shrugged, "technically."

"Aw, Petal," Harley practically melted and Amara smiled widely before turning back to her friends. "C'mon, I'll show you my room."

And she dragged them off, away from the living room to where the rope was connected to the flap on the ceiling, pulling it to allow the ladder to descend at her feet and making her way up it to stare down at the four of them.

"You sleep in the attic?" Nadira arched an eyebrow and Amara rolled her eyes.

"I sleep in the loft," she corrected. "C'mon up."

The girls shared a dubious stare before conceding.

Sabine was the first to ascend, her eyebrows arching and then she grinned at Amara. "Dude, you have to let me sleep over here."

And Amara laughed as they all piled into her room, flopping onto either the chaise, the green papasan chair, or Amara's bed.

"Where did you get that stick?" Sabine asked her when they'd all settled and Amara's lips twisted.

"Oh, that," she made a careless wave with her hand, "Harley got me that before I went back to my parents last month. I almost used it when I was attacked on the train, but…" Amara held up her fists with a wide grin.

"Collapsible baton," Amara said, holding it in her hand and flicking her wrist to extend it.

"Did you see it?" Sabine gushed. "She brought him down with like three hits!"

Amara turned pink, rubbing at the back of her neck awkwardly. "You just call me if you run into him again, I'll happily beat him into the ground."

The girls laughed, but Sofia nodded seriously.

"Amy, you should definitely do a self-defense video," Adara interjected nodding seriously. "And I sent in, like seven questions to your twitter and if you don't answer them, I will good to honest cry."

"Well, we can't have that," Amara said dryly and they all laughed.


Amara had set up her laptop at her desk, tilting the screen slightly so it didn't cut off her head before recording. She'd decided against a live recording since she could edit the video if she ended up saying anything she shouldn't.

The light next to her webcam light up and Amara smiled at the camera.

"Hi, everyone," she said, "this is kind of my first video ever, not counting the one with ass kicking, of course." Amara scratched her cheek sheepishly. "So, hi! I'm Amy Isley-Allen, aka StarWarsGirl. Yesterday I mentioned I was going to do a sort of Q and A, a sort of get to know you kind of video for you guys. To get it out of the way: a lot of people have asked me about doing a video on self-defense, and I actually asked a friend of mine who's a badass if she'd be willing to act as my partner in it and she's down for it, so there's definitely going to be a video on self-defense at some point."

Artemis had only agreed earlier that day and she absolutely thought it was a great idea. Not enough people knew even a little bit of self-defense, but Amara also thought a bit privately that Artemis might've also wanted to show off her rock-solid abs, because they were pretty impressive.

"Someone asked about preferred pronouns and sexuality, but that I didn't have to say sexuality if I wasn't comfortable," Amara continued before giving an amused shrug, pointing at the shirt she was wearing that said Demi Goddess separated by an ace, all in the colors of the demisexual flag. "Out and proud, and demi all the way. Part of the asexual spectrum and here for all my other aces. And she and her are what I prefer.

"I was asked where I go to school and where I live and I'm not answering those kinds of questions because that's really personal information and I'm thirteen, there's no way I'm talking about that…but someone did ask what I like, so I'm a big fan of the arts, I've sponsored two organizations in Gotham, one of them is Gratia Art, an artist-owned studio, and the other is the Gothamite Chamber Ballet with the Transcultural Theatre," Amara continued with a growing smile. "I might do more sponsorships later, but that might be in a few months if not more, I'm kind of busy with other things right now."

Like alternating between doing more research on Steve Trevor while waiting for Wonder Woman to get her clearance into the Master-Chief's office on the military base, and doing school work, and being Storm Chaser and Oracle; Amara's life was kind of hectic.

"I am very pro-Justice League, and Black Canary is my favorite because she's a badass, like me, haha, I'm kidding, I'd probably pay her to kick my ass." Amara allowed herself a laugh. "I'm interested in genetics and botany and maybe one day I'll end up being a geneticist, but right now I'm just a student struggling through life, what a surprise. But I love art pieces and I'm getting into poetry, which is all my school's fault, if I'm being perfectly honest, so, me sponsoring the GCB and Gratia Art isn't all that surprising.

"I was asked which Star Wars movie was my favorite, since I love it so much to quote it in a fight, I guess it would have to be A New Hope because it was the first one I watched, the first one my cousin showed me, and my favorite character is Padmé Amidala from the Prequels, because the Prequel Trilogy was great and nothing can convince me otherwise. My favorite color is green and I am single, like sane people are at thirteen, geez…I don't have a favorite dancer at the GCB, I know it was you that asked that Adara, and I'm never inviting you to my house again…"


Amara hadn't seen so many gifsets of herself speaking before, or at all, and #StarWarsGirl was trending again. Her follower count seemed to jump every time she looked at it. She'd gotten some hateful messages about her sexuality but Storm Chaser had to deal with that, so Amara wasn't too surprised, and she cared even less about the gatekeepers of the LGTBQ community trying to tell her she was essentially straight and Amara had responded by retweeting their post with 'Oh, honey, this riddle might be too hard for you: which came first, asexual or ally?' and that blew up with a lot of people amused at the response.

"You've got to stir the noodles every so often," she pointed out to M'gann and the Martian scrambled.

"Oh, no!"

"Hey, don't worry about it, you're doing fine," Amara assured her as Zatanna came in with Artemis who'd been teaching her a few tricks in hand to hand. "It's just spaghetti, it's one of the easiest things to cook, don't worry, it won't taste too bad if they're extra soft."

"What's going on?" Artemis asked, plopping down into the seat next to Amara. "M'gann's cooking again?"

"We're trying spaghetti this time," Amara grinned, "she's doing very well."

M'gann positively beamed and even Zatanna gave a faint smile.

"Do any of you like the ballet?" Amara asked to them and they all turned towards her in curiosity. "The Transcultural Theatre in Gotham is reopening and it'll be the first performance since the fire for the Gothamite Chamber Ballet, and I've got a balcony to myself, and me and any of my guests are kind of free for life."

"Ballet?" M'gann perked up. "That's the graceful dancing, right?"

Amara allowed herself a smile. "A bit, yeah."

Artemis arched an eyebrow. It wasn't really how she'd usually spend an evening, but there were worse ways to spend a night, that much was sure. "That's the dancers you sponsored, right?" She received a simple nod as an answer. "What's the performance of?"

Amara checked her phone quickly. "Orphée et Eurydice," she said, sounding the words out with an exaggerated sort of flair that made Zatanna giggle into her hands, thought she was still a bit quieter than usual, still getting used to the idea of being without her father. "It's probably Greek…definitely Greek…Nadira says it's the story of Orpheus and how he travels to the Underworld for his love, Eurydice."

None of them had any idea who Nadira was, but they had to assume she was one of the dancers that Amara was friends with.

"Could be fun," Zatanna said.

"But you have to dress up," Amara piped up.

"Oh, now you've crossed a line," Artemis grinned and her partner laughed.

"I was going anyways, but Mom and Harley suggested making it a girls' night," she added, "she and Harley are having a date night, so why not all of us?"

Zatanna was still finding it hard to wrap her mind around the fact that Amy was the daughter of the infamous Poison Ivy, but the other's seemed to handle it a bit better.

"Sounds like fun!" M'gann clapped her hands together. "We've never done a girls' night!"

"You're buying us dinner after," Artemis pointed out when they'd all agreed and Amara's smile could've split her face.


AN: Soothsayer is a minor character but he is a key player in one of my subplots. He's the kind of person Amy'd introduce as 'my ex…something', but I'd never go so far as to say they're dating, since they think the other is an idiot.

The GCB ladies are the loves of my life, though, and somehow all the girls took over this chapter, but its all for a good cause.

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