Chapter 1:
Quiet, too quiet on this night at Star City. Artemis Crock, codenamed Tigress, and Helena Bertinelli, codenamed Huntress, joined each other on patrol in the city. Tonight had been a very dull night, other than the occasional petty thief or small time drug dealer.
Really just small potatoes compared to the usual fare. Artemis would have rather been in for tonight, but unfortunately, she knew her role in helping keep this city clean. She turned towards Huntress and could sense the similar amount of frustration on her face.
"Not the most exciting night for trouble?" Artemis asked.
Helena shook her head. No, not the most exciting night. It was both fortunate and unfortunate at the same time there was a lack of trouble this evening. She wanted excitement and she felt herself casually drifting off as she leaned over the side of her perch point.
"The Canaries will be switching off in about twenty minutes," Helena said. "You just got to…."
A sound of an alarm in the distance stopped Helena in her tracks. Finally, something, and Huntress motioned Tigress to follow her. There was a bit more of a spring in Tigress's step as she scrambled off into the opposite direction along with Tigress.
A small rumbling echoed as someone had broken into a high security facility. Well, supposed to be high security at the very least. Tigress bit down on her lip and loaded her arrow. She dropped down from her perch point and Huntress followed. The two women drew their weapons. Huntress favored a crossbow while Tigress favored the bow and arrow.
The woman in a file cabinet rifled through a file cabinet and looked a bit miffed in the process of doing so.
"It's not here!" she mumbled angrily. "Why isn't it here?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an arrow fire at her. The woman in black dodged the arrow, did a flip, and landed her feet to face Tigress and Huntress. The two vigilantes jumped back and had been surprised with the woman they faced off against. Tigress, she thought, spoke for both women.
"No fucking way," Tigress murmured underneath her breath.
The woman looked like she could be a dead ringer for Laurel, the Black Canary. This surprising revelation hit both of them, stopped them dead in their tracks even, just before the mysterious woman jumped into the air and disarmed Tigress with a skilled attack. Huntress turned around and went for a back spin punch.
The Laurel doppelganger dodged the attack and smashed Huntress down onto the ground.
"You must be Star City's resident heroes," she said. "Green Arrow you aren't."
Huntress fired a crossbow bolt at the woman in black who flipped herself up into the air and stuck the landing. The two women circled around each other. Huntress went for another kick. The woman dodged the attack and deflected another couple of punches and a couple of kicks as well which stunned her adversary. The mysterious blonde woman whirled around and impacted Huntress with an uppercut to the chest which sent her sliding back several feet.
Black Siren thought these two were good, but they were not going to stop her. Not tonight, not when she was so close. She eyed some chemicals off to the side and took an intense breath before she bombarded the chemicals with a scream.
"GET DOWN!"
Tigress had been yanked to the side by Huntress. The chemicals set off a chain reaction and several explosions. They threw themselves out of the window which made them avoid the brunt of the chemical explosion.
They turned around and their target was gone.
Overall, the meeting with Emiko had been promising. At the very least, the two of them would be meeting again. Oliver walked down the hallways of one of the facilities the League owned in Star City, alongside Talia, Nyssa, and Sara. The four of them were in deep conversation.
"Diaz and Cain continue to move forward, but we had them on the run after last night," Sara said. "It won't be too long before we…."
Sara had been cut off by mid sentence by the return of Artemis and Helena. Both of them looked a bit miffed at something and Oliver could only guess what it was.
"What happened?" Nyssa asked. "Did you run into trouble? Diaz? Cain? Anyone else?"
"No," Tigress said. "It was...well she looked like…."
"She looked like Laurel," Huntress commented.
Oliver regarded Helena and Artemis for a good few seconds and went into a deep thought. Oh, the person they fought, looked like Laurel. Oliver had been prepared by the fact someone caught Laurel and maybe ended up controlling her somehow. Unlikely, given how capable Laurel was, but Oliver had to explore all possibilities and ensure they covered all of the angles.
He moved off to the other direction and dialed up.
"Oracle?" Oliver asked
"May I help you?" Oracle asked.
"Black Canary is still with you, right?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, why?" Oracle asked.
"Because, Huntress and Tigress had run into someone who looks just like her," Oliver said. "I figured it wasn't her, but I had to check."
"I know," Barbara agreed. "So, what are you figuring it out to be? A shapeshifter or a clone or something else entirely?"
Oliver ruled out clone already. He knew of no one who had even close to the capabilities to clone someone or how they would get the DNA to do so. Not after Cadmus labs had been shut down all of those years ago. So clone, yeah, that was off of the table as far as Oliver was concerned.
Shapeshifter, yes possible. But Oliver did not feel very strong about that.
"She had a cry just like hers," Huntress explained to Talia, Nyssa, and Sara.
Oliver frowned, it would be very difficult for a shapeshifter to master Laurel's Canary Cry. They mastered looks, voices, but not powers, in general unless they were dealing with some new player on the market. Oliver kept tabs on a lot of the shapeshifters. One of the most notorious, Basil Karlo, or Clayface, had been nestled safely in Arkham Asylum for quite some time.
"Somethings up, it's not a shapeshifter or a clone or….could it be?" Oliver asked.
It had been a theory, albeit one which had been unverified. Oliver prepared to suit up.
"We'll send some scouts," Talia said. "Ensure she does not leave the city, whoever she is."
"Follow, but do not engage," Oliver said. "I'm going to be the one who is going to talk to you."
"As you wish," Talia said.
"Continue with what we were doing earlier," Oliver said to Nyssa and Sara. "I shouldn't be long."
Sara looked a few seconds away from protesting. If there was some criminal running around and wearing her sister's face, well Sara had to know about it. Still Nyssa's comforting hand upon her shoulder steered Sara back into reality and showed her what needed to be done.
Dinah Laurel Lance shed that moniker a long time ago. Ever since the night she got her powers, she was only the Black Siren. And made a series of bad choices which got her here. In Black Siren's mind, she went over every instance of that night, shaken and shivering with each second.
They went too far. All of them went too far. The JSA closed in on them, and Black Siren betrayed them before she left. Zoom's eyes, the horror which Black Siren saw, she did not want to go back to face that monster.
She could have landed on any Earth. Any place. She accessed the Internet to get a good view. Oliver, alive, and very successful, and also married to her Earth-One doppleganger and her sister. Something which Black Siren did not have on her Earth.
Father alive and well, good for other Laurel. Black Siren did not have the luxury of having a father whom was alive, but that was really just the problem.
A crackle of something behind Black Siren caused the hairs to stand up on the back of her neck. She saw a flicker out of the corner of her eye. Threats closed in and Black Siren realized the two women who she engaged tonight, had been the beginning.
Shadows, they existed on Black Siren's earth, although she never encountered them. Only heard stories about them and their cruelty. Black Siren tried to dodge and maneuver around them.
Shaking them off sounded like a sound plan. Unfortunately, Black Siren realized they had been at least two or three steps ahead of her, always taunting her every move.
She would have to wait. The thing about shadows was they did not function well in sunlight. Black Siren breathed in heavily. She did not want to draw any more attention.
The stunt with the chemical fire drew plenty.
Black Siren hoped she could lie low at this location. It had been an abandoned building, which someone had made into a makeshift homeless shelter. No one was here, which made Black Siren curious about that. Surely even the homeless in this world needed a place to sleep.
"It's not needed as much these days. But, it's ready in case there are those who aren't quite back on their feet yet."
Black Siren turned around, only to have her first attack deflected. A steel device clamped onto her neck and prevented Black Siren from screaming out to attack this adversary. Three attempts before Black Siren revealed this device prevented her from using her powers as a weapon.
"You're good," Black Siren said.
"You're running for someone," he said. 'And not from me. And that means there's something that scares you more than the League of Shadows."
The tall and imposing force in front of her sent chills down Black Siren's spine. He could only be one man, one man alone. Ra's al Ghul, the man who ruled the League with an iron fist.
"Just trying to survive," Black Siren said. "It's kill or be killed out there, and I've hurt enough people, so staying one step ahead."
Black Siren thought it might have been good that he did not kill her. The skill of which he snapped the device of Black Siren's neck.
"Come with me," he said. "I have a use for you."
"And to think, we just met," Black Siren said.
"If things are the same on your Earth…."
"So, you've figured out that I'm from a different Earth?" Black Siren asked. "Sorry, just shocked, although I shouldn't be because you're the all powerful….Ollie?"
The man slipped off his mask to reveal that of Oliver Queen. Black Siren had been surprised, shocked, stunned, and aroused at the same time. He looked better than ever, although Black Siren reprimanded herself with a reminder that this was not her Oliver.
Older and much more mature, and also kind of drool-worthy to be honest.
"As I was saying, if things were the same, we knew each other for a long time," Oliver said.
Black Siren wordlessly nodded. She had to know and the only way to know, the only way to get answers, it was to come with Oliver.
X-X-X
Things were a bit different on Laurel's Earth, then there were back here. She was back at a Clocktower.
"So, I've been with many women, most, all of them extremely skilled at what they do," Oliver said. "And I knew there would be other versions of them out there, although I did not anticipate one just dropping on my lap this soon."
"Not literally, unfortunately," Black Siren said. "Guess, I'm going to have to learn to share my toys."
Without a moment's pause, Black Siren wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck and pulled him into a lengthy kiss. Oliver responded very well and took her on a journey to pleasure. His hands moved in all of the right places and made Laurel-2 shiver.
"You died back home, Robert came back as a vengeful nutjob, and Moira...she was far worse," Laurel said. "Little Speedy….Thea, she got caught in the middle. I lost all of my friends, years before that I lost my father to a drunk driver of all things, and that was before the accident that got my powers. And I made some bad decisions."
Oliver pulled her in close and for the first time, Black Siren felt a bit secure. The cynical part in her mind wondered what cruel act of fate would rip Oliver away from her this time. But, Laurel-2 vowed to enjoy the moment while it lasted.
"We all did," Oliver commented. "But, for all of the bad decisions we made, we can start making the right ones now."
"Yes, I will."
Another kiss followed, and Laurel-2 moaned into Oliver's kiss. The meta and the assassin made out with each other with Oliver's fingers dipping all over her body. Black Siren reached her hand down and placed it over Oliver's crotch.
"I missed this," she said with brimming excitement.
The Shameless Smut Commences In the Next Chapter.