digi-gal-rox: it's been a while, but finally i've got the next chapter up! sorri i took so long guys, i've been busy with assignments and studies. well, enjoy!


CHAPTER 2

- A Few Months Later -

"They are just as corrupt." she said tightly. "Without the good hearts of Hamilton or Gordon, we can't rely on much people."
"I understand," the hero paused, "Were you able to find what I wanted?"
"Not as of yet," she sighed, "But it seems that our John Doe, from case 224 has a name."
"224... the coffee guy?"
"That's the one." she clicked, "Dean Plummer." she reported. "And a new possible suspect. Nicky Westshore. Current location? Bludhaven." she paused, "Did you get all that?"
"I'm waiting for the 'Told ya I was useful' remark."
"Oh shut up, Oracle out."

"This must be the place." Helena Bertinelli quipped, as the Question, Victor Sage made his way to the door. "Whodda thought that Oracle was a lot better at this job than you, Q." The faceless man didn't respond. "Q?" Vic knocked on the door, before turning around slightly.
"I may have answers to most question, Helena, but she has more sources." the door opened.
"Yes?"
"We're here to see Nicky Westshore." Vic said, facing the door again. The man gasped slightly.
"Maybe, I should handle this, hon'." she smiled sweetly, gently pushing her boyfriend back. "Nicky Westshore. Where is she?" she demanded.
"Who are you?!" the man demanded.
"Not if you tell me first." the dark haired woman responded tartly.
"Ken." the man narrowed his eyes.
"Well, Ken, if that's really your name, we're..." she glanced at the Question who nodded. "I work for a particular person who wants her answers."
"That doesn't answer my question." Ken muttered.
"League." the Question stepped in, "So, Ken. Are you going to let us in or not?"
"I don't think so."
"I'm done playing," she growled, pulling out a miniture cross bow, "It's now or never, Oracle." Ken backed away slightly.
"Oracle? Who the hell is this Oracle?" Helena smirked, before nodding slightly.
"Understood." she looked at Vic and nodded. "Let's get down to business."

"Please, you have to let me help!" he cried out, "I've already graduated. I've got a job! Just let me help!"
"I can't, Ben." Barbara looked at the younger man, "Many people have already died. Dick. Mary. Tim. The Titans. The Justice League founding members." she looked away uneasily. "You're the last one left." she added quietly. Ben looked at her hard.
"I'm not them, Barbara." he stated. "They maybe family. But I'm not them."
"I've lost enough, Ben." the young man grabbed her by the hand, and smiled earnestly.
"That maybe." he said quietly, "But we can make a change. Gotham is already a hell whole. We can't let them rule over us any longer." he paused, "It's a risk I'm willing to take. I may 've talk destiny back than, or even said family enheritance. But you made me see that it was choice. This is my choice." Barbara looked at him sadly, before
finally giving in.
"I guess I don't have any other choice." she mumbled. "You really are his son."

The chilling laughter filled the air, as the young girl ran down the wet streets of Gotham City. She hugged herself tightly, as she walked by demolished buildings that some of them were hiding in some months before. Posters were ripped and windows to apartments were broken, now covered up in planks of wood. Turning around slightly, she noticed the same figure still following her. Ofcourse, it was normal. There would always be someone following a child in the dark streets of Gotham. With or without an adult present. Speeding up slightly, she soon found herself in a building she had never set foot into before. Hesitantly, she stepped forward, only to trip the alarm. Before she could move, a hand had grabbed her from behind, causing her to scream.

"Lemme ask you again, where is Westshore?" Helena demanded, pointing her cross-bow at Ken's head.
"Like the hell I know, lady."
"My sources led us here, Ken," she sneered. "So spill."
"What the hell is going on here?!" Nicky demanded. Helena turned around and smiled slyly.
"Nicky Westshore?" the woman hesitated.
"Who's asking?"
"Dean Plummer, ring a bell to you?"
"Who?"
"You should know." Helena responded, now swinging her cross-bow. "You killed him."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Nicky narrowed her eyes. "Why would I kill a man I don't know?"
"Or maybe because he cheated on you." the Question cut in, appearing from another room. "You were nursing someone. Where is he?" Nicky narrowed her eyes. "I'm guessing he took off, just before we arrived,"
"No kidding." Helena smirked. "My guess already, Oracle has already linked you to the murder, so might as well give in. The cops are on their way."

"Where yaz headed, Danny-boi."
"Don't call me that." Danny muttered. "Gotham City." the truck driver barred his yellow teeth.
"No Man's Land, huh?"
"No Man's Land?"
"Yaz haven't heard? Everyone noz about it. Ever since da explosion ten months a-go, it's been a hell whole!" the truck driver growled, "Da underworld, now rulin' the city."
"What about the Gotham Police, Hank?"
"Jus' as corrupted as da Haven's." Hank responded. "But it only ain't Gothom that like this. Central City, Metropilis and Jump City as well! But Gotham is da worst of 'em all." he sighed sadly. "It no wonder many have left da godam city." the driver paused, "But there's talk." he hushed, "Of an Oracle, watching us."
"Oracle?"
"Wid her own team of heroes, they protect this uz." Danny frowned slightly.
"Hm..."
"She has her eyes everywhere." Hank whispered. "Who knows. She maybe watchin' uz now."

"Your alarms prove affective, Oracle. You may have sent me to test it out, instead, this kid trips it." Oliver Queen chuckled, bringing the girl in. "What should I do with her?"
"Ask her the basic. Mum. Dad. Family." Oracle responded, somewhat distracted. "Camera's online."
"What's your name, kid?" Oliver asked. The young girl backed away slightly.
"You don't have to be afraid." Oracle turned her head slightly. "We're the good guys."
"Susan." she said uncertainly. "My dad died, and... I don't know where my mum is." Oracle nodded slightly, typing it into the data base.
"There are no records of you, Susan." Oracle responded. "Could you be more specific?" the girl hesitated.
"I... I can't. I promised."
"We can keep secrets." again the girl hesitated. "Do you remember how they look like?"
"Masks."
"Masks?" Oliver looked at the dark haired girl curiously.
"I don't remember their names. But I remember their other names."
"Other names?" Olvier glanced at the slightly turned Oracle.
"They must've worked with the League." she murmured, "Who are they?"
"Nightwing and Batgirl."

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digi-gal-rox: that's it for now. happy readings!