++++++ So I was going to work on this and Arrow but I got distracted by Christmas presents. So one chapter will have to do.

I am planing a Christmas themed one-shot around m three OC's River, Tessa and Charlie as well as Suki, Felicity and Laurel. Hopefully I can get it out tomorrow if not, Boxing Day.

However, if I don't upload in the mean time...

MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!

Love, MonsterSlut ++++++

Seven

Pacing backwards and forwards, I waited as my laptop went through all the motions of connecting through Skype to Gotham City.

"Hey little fish, what time is it in Central?" came the voice of my best friend, Suki Wilson. I stopped and glanced down to see the familiar face and those green eyes staring at me from the screen. I loved it when she called me little fish, she was pretty much the only person that could. In the background I could hear Skillet playing.

I threw my hands in the air and slumped down on my bed. "Hey, Suki. It didn't go well with Barry. I told him and he basically tried to forbid me from fighting crime."

"That sucks," Suki frowned. She shifted, I could see that she was lying in bed. "So you just went straight out and told him?"

"I thought at least my brother would be happy for me! I was at a crime scene and he whisked me away like some kind of damsel in distress," I groaned. "I could have had this guy-who by the way can clone himself-but Barry just-" I groaned in frustration. "Son of a bitch!" I shouted.

Suki chuckled. "I know just how you feel. With Oliver and his stupid rules I could have just hit him in frustration but River was there to pull my head in. You have me."

"But you're not here!" I groaned. "He may be faster than a speeding bullet but he's relying on his powers to fight crime. I can do it without my powers!" There was a knock on the door from Suki's end and Richard Greyson let himself in wearing nothing but a towel. I covered my eyes. "Tell your fuck buddy to put some clothes on!" I snapped.

"Oh hey little fish," Dick grinned.

"You don't call her that!" Suki snapped. She threw a pillow at him with deadly accuracy. "What do you want?"

"Big guy says there's been a break out at Arkham," Dick answered.

"Again?" I asked. "Damn. Maybe you should drop your insane criminals on that island Oliver and River were trapped on-they only got out cause they were rescued."

"Ha ha ha," Dick deadpanned. "Say goodbye, Suki."

Suki waved at the screen. "Bye little fish. Maybe go for a walk and clear your head. It works for me."

Dick shut the screen before I could say goodbye. I sighed and sat back. Lancelot meowed at me whilst I mused on going for a walk. As I was wearing just my underwear and a bra, I rushed around to put on a layered red waistcoat dress, black converse High Tops and a black jacket over the top. Fiddling with my hair whilst my keys were in my mouth I pulled the wild red locks into place and grabbed my bag. I wrenched open the door just in time for Joe to almost hit me in the face in a knocking motion. "Joe?"

"Barry told me you were back," Joe huffed, pushing past me to let himself in. "Iris too-look at this place."

"It's a perk of my job," I replied, standing there with the door open. "Apartment comes with the job." I turned around. "You didn't come for dinner. None of you did. I invited you here to make peace with all of you and none of you came."

"I'm working a case, Charlotte," Joe told me in his stern voice. "You know the case comes first. But that's not what I'm here for. Barry told me."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Barry told you? Barry told you! Barry told you I'm a meta-human?" I shrieked. God what the bloody hell was he thinking? How would he like it if I hoped onto the nearest radio station and blurted out his secret? "So only Barry can fight crime can he?" I snapped. "God you two are such fucking bigots!"

"You're eighteen!" Joe argued. "Nineteen in a few weeks. Why all of a sudden do you think you can do this?"

"Because I can!" I snapped. "You have no idea what I've done! I jumped off a fucking bridge to save a family from drowning after the bridge was blown up! I've fought super-soldiers! I am a hero damn it! And you treat me like I don't know my ass from my nose! Fuck you, Joe!" I spun around and stormed out. Instead of taking the lift I headed to the stairwell and went all the way down till I hit the back alley.

Pulling the collar up on my coat to ward off the chill, I walked the dark streets of Central City looking for that familiar old drinking hole, King of Spades. Obviously it was in the same place as before-I mean a building cannot up and walk away. When I walked onto the curb, a chair was thrown through the window, sending shattered glass along the street. I rolled my eyes and let myself in right in the middle of a bar fight. I sighed and shook my head. Jimmy the Barkeep was hiding behind the bar when I leant over the counter to grab the whisky bottle. "Nice to see things haven't changed," I noted with dry sarcasm. "Hey, Jimmy!"

Jimmy gaped like a fish. "You're back! Care to join me behind the bar? It's safe here."

I moved to the left as a bottle whizzed past me, hitting the wall. "Nah I'm good mate. Thanks for the offer though. What are they fighting over this time?"

"Are you bloody daft?" Jimmy cursed.

I shrugged. "Nah I'm just here to blow off some steam. The troubles just keep on going on and on. You're lucky your family is back in London."

Jimmy suddenly grabbed me and pulled me over the bar. "I blood hate it when Snart comes here making deals. He's bloody good but the idiots always try and rip him off and this is what happens. One more coroner call and the bloody police will shut me down!"

I took a swig of whisky. Honestly it didn't taste the same, Oliver despite his alcohol fuels youth, was very anti me drinking. After a while it seems to have lost its taste. "Wait-you said Snart was here?"

"Comes here every time he comes to Central to work on a job," Jimmy answered. "He's been looking for you."

"Me?" I frowned. "Why me? I'm nothing special." I peeked over the top of the counter to watch the brawlers. There wasn't many left but in the distance I could hear sirens. I dug some money out of my pocket. "Thanks for the drink." I leapt over the counter and ran straight out the back door.

"Quick drink, princess?" I was asked. I froze on the spot. Looking up, I eyed Leonard Snart in the back alley reading a newspaper with a blur of Barry on the front. He had an amused expression on his face. "I'm not rather accustomed to being left in the cold, princess."

"It sucks to be on the other end of it, doesn't it, knight?" I replied. "I had family issues and needed some time to work them out and sort myself out. You gave me the courage to do that."

He rolled the paper up. "It appears you and I are at an impasse, what do I do with you now?"

I raised my hands in surrender. "I can think of a few things. None of them rated PG-13." And none of them Bartholomew Henry Allen would like. Right now, pissing him off was all that was on my mind.