Chapter 2
Damiens P. O.V
When my alarm went off at 6:30AM I just stared at it. I had already been up for an hour but today I just didn't want to get out of bed. I let my alarm ring for 1t minutes before I finally turned it off and sat up. I ran my hand through my hair before looking at the picture on my bedside table, picking it up I felt a wave of sadness hit me like a ton of bricks. This is my favourite picture, it used to bring happy memories but now all it brings is sadness. The picture in question was taken by Alfred one day when Kara was helping me with my homework, we're Sat in the garden. It's just so hard to believe that today marks 5 years exactly since Kara died.
I'm not sure how long I was looking at the photo before I heard father's voice
"Hey Damien" I looked at him him and saw him leaning against my door frame wearing his usual suit. I then said quietly
"Hey" he stepped inside before saying
"You're up late aren't you"
"Yeah, I didn't want to get up. Not today" he sat down on the side of my bed and said
"I know this day is tough for you. If you want, I can call the school and tell them your ill or something"
"I was thinking about calling Grayson to see if he wanted to meet up"
"No need, I ran into him on patrol. He's sleeping in his room" after he said that my phone went off. I reached over and when I picked it up only to see Tim calling me. I answered it by saying
"Drake, you do realise what time it is, don't you?"
"Yeah well I know you demon spawn, I know that you usually get up really early"
"True, what do you want"
"oh that's nice, little brother"
"you know what I mean Drake"
"I'm on my way to Gotham. I think Dick had something planned"
"Which most likely means that Todd will be coming over" by this point Father had left my room.
"most likely. Damien how are you?"
"Good all things considered. You?"
"Same, and Bruce"
"Getting ready to go to work"
"same old Bruce. How's he been out on patrol"
"A pain in the arse. He's been keeping me on a tight lease"
"D, he did that to all of us after what happened"
"I know, but what happened to K was a accident. He couldn't have done anything"
"Damien we'll talk about this later yeah"
"see you later Drake" When the phone call ended, Father yelled
"Damien, i'm heading to work, if you need anything…." I cut him off by yelling
"If i need anything i'll call. See you later" I then heard the front door close. I stayed in bed for a few more minutes before grabbing my hoodie and heading down the hall to Grayson room.
I knocked on the door saying
"Grayson, you awake?"
"Yeah, Birdie" i then opened the door and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed pulling a shirt over his bandaged chest. When he looked i noticed that his eye was slightly bruised, leaning up against the door frame i said
"What happened to you, you look like crap"
"Thanks very much, and too answer your question Bane happened" He then stood up, grabbing his side as he did as i said
"Any reason why you didn't tell me Drake and Todd were coming by"
"It's time the 4 of us had a chat, without Bruce hovering over us"
2 hours later
As expected Jason was the last one to arrive. It's very rare nowadays that all 4 of us are in the same room without ripping each others head off. But Today is different, today is the anniversary of our sisters death. So after getting something to eat and after Tim and Jay put their things in their rooms we walked down where Kara's grave is. When we got down there i sat on one of the stone statues, Todd sat on the grass next to me and Drake leant next to me against the stone. Grayson of the other hand stood in front of the grave stone. Todd spoke first
"So Dickie what's this all about" Dick didn't turn around, he just simply said
"Kara" I looked down at my hands, as Tim said
"What about her, Dick" He turn around and said
"Oh come on, admit it. The 'Accident' didn't sit the right with any of us" I stood up and said
"She's gone Dick. let her go" I started walking away when Dick said
"Two days ago i got this email, with this attached. And before you say it's a fake, i've ran it through all kinds of kinds of software, it's genuine" There was silence for a moment before 'her' voice echoed through the graveyard
"Dick, i don't know if you'll ever receive this but i had to try. 5 years ago i was investigating a crime lord named Drake Timmerman AKA 'Nighthawk. Drake operated under the radar, everyone's radar even dads. A friend of mine came to me for help, so i looked into it. But i too close, my car was sabotaged. I can't remember anything after the crash. One minute i was in the gotham and the next i was i……….."
The message then cut off. We all stood there shocked for a second before Tim said
"Wh..whe.. Huh? Kara is Alive" DIck replied
"Apparently. I traced the email to somewhere is Russia" Jay then said
"Well what are we waiting for. Let's get the batwing and go find her" he started walking away but i saw the look on Dicks face. I stopped Jason and said
"Jay wait. We can't"
"And why not. Do you not want your sister back Damien"
"Of course i do Jason. I want nothing more than for Kara to come home. But this could have been an old message the someone sent just to draw us out" Dick then said
"He's right Jay. that's why i passed this over to the league for them to investigate. Until they discover the truth, we don't do anything. So that means bruce can't know either, i don't want to get his hopes up. He slowly going back to the way he was before. Understand"
"Yes"
"Whatever"
"You're the boss Dickie"
Oliver Queen's P.O.V.
After DIck came to us concerned that there's a chance that Kara, My Goddaughter could be alive and in Russia. So I jumped at the chance to look into it. Thank god for the many connections I have all over the world. I've been looking for 4 days straight now and by the looks of these CCTV pictures and information from a guy named Ivan Alexandrov, a black market dealer is the one to go to when looking for missing people because they usually end up at his compound or something. I guess it better than nothing, I might as well check it out.
So currently I'm in my penthouse packing some things to take with me.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" I turned around at the mention of my name and saw Dianah standing in the doorway. I turned back to me back whilst saying
"I may have a lead on where Kara could be" I heard her sigh before she said
"It's been 5 years, Ollie. The chances of it being her are slim"
"I survived 5 years on a island by myself Di. We trained Kara, if she did survive the crash she'd know how to look after herself. I have to At Least look"
"I'll come with you"
"No, Bruce thinks that I'm going on a business trip. He'll get suspicious if we both go" when I finished packing my bag I placed it on my shoulder before placing a hand on Di's shoulders. I then said
"I promise I'll call if I find anything"
"You'd better. Be careful Oliver"
"I always am"
"I'm serious if you need help, call us"
"Promise. I love you"
"Love you too" I gave her a small kiss before leaving the apartment and heading down to my car; Once inside I drove to my private airfield where a jet would be waiting for me. God I'd better be right about this.
Location- Russia
Kara P. O.V
Every fibre in body hurts like hell. I hate feeling like this.how did this became my life?, I want nothing more than to go home, to see my dad, my brothers, my family. Since I was taken from my home I have been subjected to a series of different torture methods resulting in my body being litter in different size scars. I been sold to different people all across Europe ranging from gang leaders to creepy men. I was last sold to a Russian black Market dealer named Anatoly Shayk and I know why he bought me. He did it because he knows who I am, he knows that I'm Kara Wayne 'deceased' daughter of a billionaire. When he first bought me he was under the impression that I was just a weak young girl for employees to 'play' with, God was he wrong. The first time someone tried to lay a hand on me I broke every bone in his right arm, so Anatoly put me to work moving his stock. Whenever I broke something or mucked up he would beat the crap out of me. The other day I did something I shouldn't have done, I tried to get a message to someone from the league, anyone just to let them know I was alive. However, I got caught by one of Anatoly's men and don't know if my message got out. Just from that one action I was beaten for hours on end in front of the other 'slaves'. The last thing I remember from yesterday was passing out in the courtyard against some sand bags.
I was woken up when a bucket of ice cold water was thrown at me. My eyes shot open as I gasped at the shock, I looked up at Anatoly who was smirking down at me. He then said
"How are you feeling?" I pushed some of my long hair off my face and replied
"I've been better" he threw the bucket away as he said
"Ready to get back to work?" I got to my feet and limped my way back to the crates, ignoring the incredible amounts of pain surging through my body. Anatoly was still behind me, so when my eyes landed on a plank of wood, I picked it up and swung it around smashing him upside the head. As he hit the ground one of his men went to hit me with his gun., thanks to my past training my reflexes kicked in. I caught the gun and with what little strength I have left I pushed it away from my as much a I could. However I didn't realize Anatoly had gotten back up until My head was smashed into the truck window. He then sad
"You are really determined, aren't you?" I turned around saying
"I just want to go home" he held up a gun and said
"Just tell us where to ship your body" someone then said in Russian
"I hear you have the best black market caviar in Russia" that voice it's so familiar. Anatoly looked to his right and I followed his gaze. Relief filled my body when I saw the face of my self-declared Godfather, The one and only Oliver Queen