A/N: So first, thanks to OBroseyWolf for encouraging me! You rock! I decided to do a mini-series with this! I'm thinking a bunch of one-shots (unrelated unless stated) of the Relationship between Reverb and my OC Wind-chime. If anyone was wondering, the title comes from the song "The Phenoix" by Fall Out Boy. Hope you all dig it!

-Lex

Continued from Chapter 1

'Winged' was the term to identify an initiated member of the Hell's Belles. There were only 25 Winged Women in the Central City chapter of the Hell's Belles but they were the most dangerous. As a prospect, the woman had to becoming skilled in hand to hand combat and trained with a weapon of her choosing. Additionally, the secret import-export business gave them the money to deck out their bikes, decorate themselves, and pay off officials. There was enough money in the organization to buy out an apartment complex which was affectionately called The Compound.

Only Winged Belles were allowed to live at The Compound and each Belle had to apply for a yearly position. Except for the President and her two Lieutenants: Wind-chime, Canary and Artemis. They shared the center building, giving them each their own one-bedroom apartment. Currently, the three women were gathered in Room 9, Wind-chime aka Kane's space.

"Dammmmnnn." Artemis drug out the word as she took a seat on her Leader's oversized rocking chair. "You actually like this guy."

"He's cute." Kane answered simply, alternating blouses in front of a mirror.

"Bullshit! Canary!" Artemis yelled for the third woman.

"Why are you calling Bullshit?" Kane turned from the mirror to look directly at her friend and Lieutenant. "You saw him. He's totally cute."

"Who?" Canary bounded into the room. Blonde hair piled high on top of her head and a jar of peanut butter in her hand. She slammed herself down onto Kane's silk covers. "That meta that works for Zoom?"

"Sara. Is that my peanut butter?" Kane scoffed, ignoring the question.

"Technically, I bought it." She excused around the plastic spoon in her mouth. "And don't change the subject because all three of us know that you aren't giving this guy a chance because he's attractive."

"Fine, I like the guy. He's different, y'know." Kane conceded, settling on a black halter top. "He knows who I am, what I do, and that I don't need him. That type of thing is refreshing."

"What happened with you and him that first night at Gates of Hell?" Canary asked.

"Nothing!"

"Saving yourself for marriage, Kane?" Artemis chuckled, leaping onto Sara to steal the snack.

"Hardly," The leader scoffed back. "But I actually want to talk to this guy. That's why he is picking me up in twenty minutes."

Both women stopped their mock squabble over the peanut butter. For all their years of knowing Wind-Chime…including the years she was only known as Kane…She had never bothered much with the dating scene. Their friend was the type of woman that knew within the first ten minutes if she would bother with the guy. If she liked him enough then he could stay on as a companion, perhaps even a boyfriend. The two lieutenants looked at each other.

Had she ever been on a first date?

"Protocol!" Canary and Artemis shouted in unison as their friend continued to dress. Kane's jaw dropped open with a loud pop.

The rules were simple. Each Belle's first date was surveillance by at least two other sisters of her choosing. The sisters would remain hidden from view the entire night and under no circumstances intrude on the date. The point of protocol was not playing play the role of advisors or chaperones. Or even to spread rumors about the particular sister. Their job was to watch any make sure that if belle said 'no'…her companion knew she meant 'no'.

"Protoc…No! I'm president and I know what I am doing!" Kane groaned at the two.

"You are sister with rules!" Canary reminded.

"Let's talk about something of consequence. Like Consequences for the person who put Mercy in the hospital?" Kane walked over to her vanity mirror, checking if her eyeliner was sharp enough. "Do we have any new information."

Mercy was one of their newest Winged members, one of the youngest too. At the tender age of 18, Mercy had been mugged after working her shift at Gates of Hell. She was stabbed four times and hit so hard over the head that she had spent two weeks in the hospital with a cracked skull. Not only was this an attack on a Hell's Belle but the sisters considered this an attack on their turf. The assault would not go unanswered.

"I got word this morning from one of our snitches." Artemis moved to sit cross-legged on the bed, easily shifting to her most serious. "It was some low level street thug. Some guy named Thawne."

"I know that guy. His first name is Eddie, real pretty when he cleans himself up. Hangs out with that brute Tony…You know the one that works at the garage on the Southside." Canary sparked up.

"I want them found. It's time this Eddie Thawne met his match." Kane insisted.

"So ah…what's the dress code for tonight?" Artemis asked, undeterred mischief dancing in her eyes.

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"I've gotta say. I did not expect this from you." Kane confessed, choosing from the array of bats Reverb had lined against the wall. Reverb had chosen a rooftop date…the top of Central City's highest sky Rise, complete with plush moon-chairs and strings of fairy lights that put a smile on the arrogant woman's face. Up here…it seemed like you could reach the stars. "Deep dish pizza from Keystone, Hard Cider from Star City. You have been watching me."

"Despite your artfully crafted façade, I suspected you would resent a reservation for dinner at the Four Seasons." Reverb drawled, tossing a baseball into the air only to catch it on return. "Plus, who doesn't appreciate a little batting practice."

"It's not about the place. It's the company…" Kane swung the bat as she talked, testing the weight and gazing over the ledge. Something to look at other than his Onyx eyes. "And what makes you think I have a façade to put up."

"One might call it an educated guess." Reverb's smooth voice washed over her in a private whisper as his fingers grazed lightly against her hips. "But I like to think that I know a thing or two."

"What do you know Reverb?" Kane asked in the same whisper, the habit of suspicion grazing over her should.

"I know that you don't trust many people, save for the two Belles I saw in your den."

"It's a Hell's Belle den." Kane corrected with a roll of her eyes that he couldn't see.

"I know that you don't let people close to you: mentally, emotionally…physically."

"Well, let me tell you what I know." Kane turned in his embrace, chest to chest as they breathed in turn. "Karma's a bitch, Helmets fit poorly over curly hair and I was born to wield a bat."

"Let's see what you got." Reverb shuffled back a few feet, smirk never wavering. "Do you worst."

The meta tossed up the ball, high enough that the white sphere mixed in with the few stars over the city. Kane sliced through the air, smacking the ball with enough force that it went flying…right through the window of an adjacent building. The duo laughed in unison, pleased to have a date that wanted to raise hell too.

"So how does it work exactly?" Kane asked, tilting her head and still palming the baseball that would end their target practice. Her diamond earrings twinkling like a star. "The metahuman thing."

"I woke up one morning, feeling stronger than I ever had before but with a splitting headache." Reverb answered, setting the bat at his feet. "Then, sporadically, I would get visions. Things that hadn't happened yet or would have happened as an alternative. Hardly more than parlor tricks in the beginning but I'm more experienced now. Enough to control what I see."

"That's amazing." Kane blinked one, twice as she processed the information. "You're amazing. If you can perform this whenever you want…doesn't that mean you know all subjective outcomes of any situation. That means you can manipulate the odds."

"Yes..." Reverb agreed slowly, as if he hadn't thought of such a possibility. "Yes I can."

"We are never playing poker." Kane promised, eyes narrowing playfully. "Unless we aren't playing for money."

"Mi vida I never knew a woman to be so vulgar." Reverb chuckled under his breath. "Are you suggesting that we play the juvenile game of strip poker?"

"I would never." She purred, taking measured steps into his personal space. "Plus, I only play for keeps."

If you asked, neither knew who closed the distance. Truly, it didn't matter. Their lips danced together in a bout of wills. Kane stealing Reverb's breath. Reverb trying to coax her into submission. If the young woman was being honest with herself…she wanted to melt into him. Because of her tough exterior men tended to be intimidated. That fear manifested in them…overcompensating. She could feel it in her core. Reverb wasn't scared of her.

"Wind-chime…" The call came to interrupt the two.

"So help me God, Artemis." Kane withdrew halfway from Reverb's embrace, turning to her two sisters. "What happened to Protocol?"

"Sorry to interrupt your date…" Canary waved sweetly at the metahuman. "But we need to borrow Wind-chime for a sec."

His date marched over, arms crossed tightly over her chest as if just recognized the chill in the air. To a person that knew less, the three girls could appear innocent. The giggle that broke free from Artemis, Canary slinging an arm around the shortest woman, whispering into her midnight curls. Artemis looked past the two, eying the pizza and cider almost lustfully. Reverb chuckled lightly to himself and decided it was in his best interest to take a seat.

"What do you want us to do?" Artemis's voice floated up to his ears after a minute. "Your call, boss."

"Call in the Calvary." Kane told her. "Have everyone meet us in the den. Ten minutes."

"You wanna sit this one out?" Canary challenged. "looks like you were having fun."

The gang leader's response was to stroll back over to Reverb, capturing his lips with her own.

"Sorry Handsome, but I have some business I need to attend." She explained, allowing him to breathe again.

"Could I be of some assistance, mi vida?" he checked, almost reeling her back into him.

"You want to be some help?" She asked over her shoulder, her mind focused on the business at hand: avenging her sister and defending her turf. "Start planning our second date."