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Disclaimer: Everyone knows what I'm going to say here so what's the point? Me do not own TT. I will not repeat on later chapters.
Warning: language.
Year: Nearly 2 year later
Time: 4 PM
Setting: Paris. December
Season: Winter
Additional Info: Gray sky. Snowing gently.
"Avez-vous fait le travail que nous avons demandé?" Did you do the job as we asked? the man in the heavily covered coat asked. He was tall and wore as much as possible to cover his face.
"Oui je l'ai fait. Aujourd'hui où est mon argent, monsieur?" Yes I did. Now where's my money, sir? the blonde girl asked. Her hair was very light in color and her skin was pale but milky at the same time. Her blue eyes were in the color of the gray blue sky and her fur clothes were matching in that color. She didn't take her eyes off the man until he had the money in his hands in a thick envelope.
As he was about to leave, she commanded him, "Ne vous avisez pas laisser jusqu'à ce que je compte tout l'argent." Don't you dare leave until I count all the money.
Putin d'argent, he thought. He miserably watched her count all the euros in that thick envelope. After she was done, she walked away. "Merci beaucoup pour votre enterprise," Thank you very much for your business, she finally said. The man left immediately.
Easily blending in the crowd she carefully placed the envelope inside her coat pocket. Looking up at the sky, she was reminded that she had no other jobs for the next week. Perhaps she'll take a nice cup of coffee and watch the sky color slowly change.
"Papers! Papers!" the little boy spoke in French. He and a group of boys were scrambling themselves to sell papers on such a cold day. The girl was warmed by their smiles of doing their very best. It reminded her of her times from a long time ago…
Suddenly another group of boys crowded around the little boy. If the little boy was about seven, the other boys were in their preteens. Judging from their clothes, they were little rich bastards picking on the poor.
Laughing, one boy shouted, "Ha, this little shit can't do anything better than deliver papers." The boys began to kick the little boy around. He began crying.
"Ha, motherfucking poor kid, crying for help. Where's your mother? Oh I bet she's being laid by a guy as a protisitute!"
"Nah, look he's calling for a guy's name! I think this fucker is calling for his boyfriend. He's gay!"
"You're all retarded! I bet he's calling for his master's name who fucks him every night!"
The girl stood there. It wasn't uncommon to find the rich pick on the poor like that, especially for immature boys who have nothing else to do than waste their money on themselves. But she felt something inside her heart boiling in anger. Something about that little boy being tantalized like that in such a young age was unforgivable. Expressing pain of her own past began to create her boiling anger into an explosion. How DARE they. She began to walk towards the scene.
Looking around to see if anyone was concentrating on her, she began. Her eyes glowed pink with rage. She swift her hand across the air to deliver rays of pink into the brick road.
Beneath the boys' feet, the bricks exploded and sent them all flying. The boys were panicking, some even wetting their pants. The little boy was awed of what happened.
"That shit is a demon! RUN!" The gang decided to run away for they weren't willing to stay for what happens next.
The little boy looked over to see the young lady's eyes slowly change from their pink glow to see her blue-gray eyes. He just sat there as she ran up to him.
"You alright?" she asked him. He couldn't speak for she was the prettiest lady he's ever seen in his life. He slowly nodded his head as she dusted off the dirt from the gang's shoes and pulled him to stand up. He watched the angles of her face, how angelic they were. His face began to turn bright red.
"Pretty lady, would you like paper?" the same little boy asked her. The girl looked down to see his front teeth were missing, but besides his bright smile this boy was gaunt.
Her eyes were in surprise. How can he still proceed to his job when he was bullied terribly by those boys? Trying to smile as best as she can, she went down to her knees to be at the same height as the little boy. "Can you tell me what the latest edition of the paper is?" she patted the child's head. She felt so much better as his smile grew. He was a very strong boy.
As he tried to talk, a voice behind them shouted, "Lucus! The girl looked to see who it was.
It was a guy, who looked in his late teens. He was tall with auburn hair and chestnut eyes that matched well with the complexion of his face. He had a very lean and beautiful jaw line, fine nose and thin lips. The girl was impressed.
"Brother!" the little boy, Lucus, began to run to this brother with big arms. The girl realized how skinny they were and how worn out their clothes were. Nevertheless as she saw the two brothers hug, she was touched by the scene. She pondered for a moment: she hasn't been that touched by a scene since she newly came to Paris nearly two ago. She broke her train of thought as she saw the brother approach to her, Lucus picked up by his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Lucus," he apologized to his little brother. He hugged him tightly, his eyes on Lucus's shoulders. "I tried to run as fast as possible, but I wasn't able to save you. I'm so sorry…" The girl realized he was speaking in English!
Lucus then whispered something in his brother's ears and pointed to the girl. Both of their eyes now on her, the brother changed his language to French, "Were you the one who saved my brother?"
The girl stood still. She began to panic if she was exposed too much. Did other people see her release her powers too?
"Don't worry, mademoiselle, our lips are sealed," he continued. His eyes seemed really sincere. Lucus nodded his head.
"I just wanted what the latest gossip was," she replied. She made it seem as though the answer was obvious.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you must buy a paper to figure out what he latest issue is," he said to her. His lips weren't smiling but his eyes were.
"Aw, can't you give this nice lady a break?" she asked out loud. She reached for her separate wallet but froze as she saw how cold the two were. Something about them seemed so special, comforting, and so familiar she couldn't help but feel terrible if she only gave a couple of euros for one paper.
Also, this may have been the first time where she was touched by the promise of trust from both of them. But how? How can trust be immediately created from a person's first encounter? It was strange, but interesting. Without thought she formed a smile.
"You know what," she said. "Come to my place. Forget the papers." She took the unoccupied wrist of the young man and dragged him, along with Lucus, to his place.
Time: Same time
Setting: London. Dormhouse. December.
Season: Winter
Additional Info: Melancoly blue clouds. Sprinkles of snow. Only one person is present in the dormhouse.
"Wally West has solved another case again!"
"He never fails! What a splendid genius!"
"He's very good-looking. Wonder if he has anyone tonight?"
After the night of the proven crime, Wally West, again, became the big talk of London. Like always he has become the star of London, the most talked about, the most wanted by the audience and, of course, the ladies. Through sun or snow there's always a way where his success is spread like wildfire. On this winter day Wally West is studying for his chemistry major test inside his college dorm.
Well "studying" is an understatement. He's acting as if he is so he can take a break away from the crowd, the entire police force, his job, the outside world in general. He already memorized all of what he needed for the test. His back on his bed, his eyes facing the ceiling, he was in great thought. He continued his thoughts as he got off and walked towards his window that provided great view of the city of London.
It's already been nearly two years since he saw Jinx. One year since her death in the fire during one of her assassination missions.
He didn't understand why she died. She was such a beautiful person at heart, assassin or not. He wrapped himself in his arms as regrets began to conquer his mindset. He told her she should stop the job, stop from being an assassin for there were other ways to get justice and money if she needed any. He didn't tell her enough, he believed. He kept cursing at himself as the past became more unbearable for him. He really wished when he saw her for the last time he ran away with her to another far country. If that happened, he would've saved her from that cruel destiny she was met with.
Wally had many relationships, some long-lasting or short-lived for one night. The girl he always went out with had to have a similar body shape with hers or resembled her for a bit. There wasn't any girl who looked like Jinx for she was another species of beauty but any amount of similarity would've done. Now even though Wally went out with many beautiful women, no matter how many times he's been out with a woman overnight, he was never able to complete one full night. Whenever he was near that chance, he would always think of Jinx, feel guilty, and leave the woman alone in the room.
At rare times he would cry over the regrets he had, the memories he and she shared. Now real men cry about deep love and Wally was nowhere near weak. It seems as though his obsession of wanting to see her became his strive to do his best, even if it felt as though it was hopeless without her. Many of his coworkers realized how quiet Wally had suddenly become, how he joked around less with the adults, and how much more he seemed to mature. Many believed it was because of his experience for his new change of person. However Wally knew it wasn't a change of person but rather a façade to hide his true feelings.
Wally continued to stare off at the defrosted window until he sensed someone was coming. Wally lived alone in an attic apartment. He quickly hid, a pistol ready at hand.
As soon as he saw a figure, Wally immediately pointed his gun to the person who just entered the room. It didn't take long for him to realize who it was to put his gun down safely.
"Hey Wally," the person greeted. This was Dick Grayson, the famous adopted son of Bruce Wayne of the Wayne enterprise. Wayne enterprise was the first enterprise of England in which had its separate way from the crown and was a highly lucrative company all over Europe, India, China, and the Americas. Today he was dressed in regular citizen clothes: an inexpensive coat, inexpensive scarf, inexpensive everything. He took his beret off and dusted off the remaining snow.
"It's snowing?" Wally asked.
"Only a little; not much," Dick replied.
The room remained silent as Dick placed his clothes on the hanger.
"What's up? Really, you're so quiet these days I don't know what to think of you," Dick took out a pastry from a paper bag he was caring from earlier and took a bite. Staring at the pastry Wally began to have many flashbacks of his first encounter with her at the bakery four years ago. He was woken up by Dick calling out his name.
"Hey Wally, you really ok? I'm starting to worry you're REALLY not yourself," Taking another bite of his pastry, Dick decided to sit down on Wally's desk.
"Yeah I'm alright," Wally sat down on his bed. "I'm just… caught in lots of things, that's all."
Dick raised an eyebrow. If there was anyone who knew Wally the most was him. They knew each other ever from their guardians in a small age. Bruce Wayne and Barry West were great acquaintances and during those meetings with each other they bought Dick and Wally. At first they hated each other because Dick was nonchalant and Wally was the jokester. As opposites they both believed they would never become friends. But after a series of events they became the best friends they never thought they would be.
While Wally is a detective, Dick Grayson was a crime fighter in the underground world with Bruce. Together they were known as the Dynamic Duo of the Underworld: Batman and Robin. Both, along with other crime fighters, fight for justice to restore the balance of the Underworld. There wasn't enough good in the world to make all of the Underworld transform. All they could do is restore balance of good and evil. As a detective and a person who needs lots of inside sources Wally and Dick are a greater team of solving crimes and bringing justice. And after all this Dick knew that Wally was different this year. Maybe TOO different.
If it were the old Wally, he would've acted super childish and fought for the pastry. He and Dick would've wrestled on the floor and he would joke around how "romantic" the situation was and laugh on the floor. But on that day, Wally was dead silent, didn't even bother to try to steal the pastry away from his hand, or even joke around like he always did. It was as if something inside him was dying as the months went by and he was becoming more into a soulless fragment of a human body. It didn't take a genius like him to figure out there was something wrong.
"Hey Dick" Wally said. Dick jumped in surprise.
The room was filled by the soft noise of the falling snow… From that point on, Dick already knew what to do.
"Tell me everything," Dick set his pastry aside and lent a ear.
The girl changed into casual clothes and let the spell upon her hair and skin fade away. She had to reenergize her powers for she didn't put down the spell for 4 days straight. Revealing long pink hair, pink eyes, and gray skin, the girl looked into the mirror. For someone who went to another country for over a year, Jinx changed so much. For an immigrant she started off well: she already knew how to speak French and she had enough money in her savings to have her start as a rich young lady in Paris.
At first she took jobs as an assassin once again. Word that the famous assassin, Jinx arrived to France, she was already booked for different secret missions. As she accomplished her first month in France, West's words kept knocking on her self-conscience telling her what she was doing was wrong, even if she only accepted jobs that seemed appropriate to bring her own "justice" to the table. West doesn't understand her feelings at all, she believed. But as the months went by Jinx started to lessen her job as an assassin and stopped stealing. There was a true meaning of why West sent her to France: to receive a new life. Jinx feigned a death for herself in a fire, and thus the "death" of the great assassin Jinx. This spread all of the Underworld and Jinx was sure West was able to get the message too. But for the next months she only took jobs she believed was reasonable as a "crime fighter" and an assassin at the same time but in great secrecy.
It doesn't take an eternity for a person to change; in fact all it takes is time, short or long. In her opinion, she changed a lot. In the audience's sense, she changed much more than had ever she thought.
You're done with chapter 2! Thank you so much for reading this far! Reviews are always welcome! And I apologize for any mistakes I've made in this chapter and the first chapter! ;;
Yes, Lucus and his brother are going to be VERY VERY VERY important characters in this fanfic. Trust the writer :)
See you all till the next chapter!