My name is Thea Queen.

After spending five years in hell, my brother finally found his way back home. To us. Until 2 years ago, when I lost him again.

To honor his memory, I now hunt down those who are poisoning my city, in hopes that one day, I'll bring his killer to justice.

But to do so, I can't be the billionaire spoiled partygirl I once was.

I have to forge myself into a weapon. I have to become someone else. I have to be..some-thing..else...


'RICH GIRL PROBLEMS..'


The day he died..

"Oliver...!" my screams still echo in my nightmares.

..was the day I was born.

And I don't mean the black suit, the hoodie or the tech.

Something inside me..died that day, somewhere among those screams of my dying sibling.

"Tell me, where I can find Miller," I shouted, pulling at his hair in process.

"Suck my di-" his reply before I smashed his face back into the wall. Twice.

"Listen to me, you piece of shit. Right now, you only have two options. Either you break the silence or I'll break something else entirely."

"Fuck you," he replied back.

When will they learn?

A loud clank followed as I smashed him into the wall once again, and again. And again. His cracked skull leaving blood marks at my calling card. "You see now. That's ruined.."

At the same time, something inside me was..born. Something that was no longer in my control.

I picked up an arrow and smashed it into his hand to his endless agony. "Whoever you fear, fear me more!"

It wasn't enough. Somehow, it never is.

So, I pressed harder...and harder. And harder. Until, I was sure that he was eligible for pension for being a cripple..permanently.

My methods were violent. Way more violent than the Hood or even my infamous biological father known in these circles by the name of 'The Dark Archer'.

I didn't just kill people. I was willing to go through the tougher route. The one that involved using any means to get the information I need..before killing them anyway.

They deserve it, after all.

"Alright. Alright!" he finally conceited.

"He..he's at a safe house. It's by the docks in the South. But please, please...just..stop," he cried for mercy.

"You could have saved yourself 3 fingers, asshole," I called him out and punched him unconscious. Well, probably. If he's not dead, I mean.

But I felt no sorrow. No regret. Just a sense of relief in the fact that my task was done. Mission accomplished.

There were no second chances. Not anymore.

But I wasn't evil. At least, I don't think I was.

..I just wasn't good.

I came here to find that asshole, Vincent Miller. It took some extensive digging in his past, but I finally found a connection. A very interesting connection.

He was one of the many investors in Unidac Industries, which made the Earthquake device four years ago.

Actively employed scientist in their murderville...and killed by my father about three years ago.

How is one able to survive an arrow to the heart, laced with poison no less, and still be able to head a criminal organization, is beyond me.

Dad must have missed him.

But I won't. Trust me.

The data I took of his goons' laptop at least gave me some real evidence of his gory acts.

Pictures of him with those young girls.

Keeping slavery alive in 2016. Huh.

List of contractors, payments and locations will probably help in a case to be made against him.

I chuckled at the thought. 'As if it would reach that stage..'

But anyway, I finally had a confirmed location on him.

The next auction is tomorrow and a drug deal two days following that.

Got their locations as well.

One in New Gotham and one in Moscow.

It's a shame he won't make it to either of the places.

There was just one issue for me.

I had to attend a party. Uh!

Yeah, yeah. Rich guy..girl problems.

Still, it was an important fundraiser for a charity event my mom organized for the victims of the Undertaking. After all, unlike New Gotham, we don't have a rich powerful family financing it's reconstruction after a heinous earthquake event.

Three years on, and we still have these fundraisers. Gotham was as good as new in a year.

'Dad really screwed that one up...' I groaned.

I remember a similar event we hosted two and a half years ago.

There were going to be a lot more people in there than that farce we called a success back then. Just like the numbers improved over the last two years.

Oliver's death has a part in that. Definitely.

But the fact that my mother actually put last two years' funds to good use was the major selling point that was pulling back some goodwill to the Queen family name again. Not that there was much name left anyway.

After all, people do still blame her. She doesn't show that it affects her. But I know it does. How could it not?

Which begs the question: we have had tons of money in our piggy bank for as long as I can remember. But has it really made us happy?

It only brought death with it. Sorrow. Pain. And despair.

First with dad, not my biological one. And then, Ollie. Maybe even my half-brother, Tommy. Who knows?

'Gosh..I even hit on him once..' my mind thought.

Everything was fucked up.

What I wouldn't give to go back seven to eight years back!

Simpler times, simpler lives.

But I know that despite speedsters running around in that other city or these metas showing up everywhere, wreaking things or people getting enhanced strength from Japanese drugs..uh..weird is the new normal.

At least, time travel is still sci-fi. Yet, anyways.

Despite my nostalgic trip down the memory lane mixed with high degrees of guilt-free rants, I was about to see some old faces that I really wasn't sure I was interested or ready to see again.

Sigh. But whatever else could I do? I had promised mom that I'd be there. Not going wasn't an option.

So, I did.

Except, a girl has to dress up for the occasion.

I straightened my hair, after letting them loose. Took a shower before and slipped into a black slip dress..

Ha! got it? 'Slip..'

My bad.

I carefully placed some eyeliner and it all seemed very normal for a second. But the very awareness of that fact, killed any hope or fun that came with it.

I hardly ever get to do so anymore.

Regardless, the party had already started. And I was late to my own hall, which was just a few stairs away.

Well, I'm after all...a Queen.

Ha! get it? 'Queen..'

Oh, never mind.

So, Mr. Miller's ass-kicking will have to just wait for another night.

He'll get his due..in time.


Author's notes:-

This was part of a 4300 word long chapter. So, I decided to split it into two, for a quick read.


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