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"I'm a fighter. I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business. I'm no cheek turner. I got no respect for a man who won't hit back. You kill my dog, you better hide your cat."
~ Muhammad Ali, The Greatest My Own Story
Her plane touched down in Britain, Gatwick Airport. She easily went through customs, concealing weapons the way Selina had taught her. Like Batman would tell her something like that, even though she was certain he did it himself.
Stepping into the busy streets of London, she moved through the crowds she had spent occasional visits in. May wore a pair of skinny jeans, run down trainers and a dark green t-shirt. She quickly brought a tube ticket, sliding into the train stations and waiting for a train to Camden Market.
"You lost?" A voice asked her. It was a pretty girl, a couple of years older than her, with black hair and dark brown eyes.
"No. I just haven't been here for a few years," May smiled, letting her British accent filter in slightly.
"Oh, where you been?" The girl questioned.
"America," May shrugged, playing the nonchalant girl who had been out of the country for 6 years.
"Great! I'd love to travel. I'm Sarah, Sarah Lyon," the girl introduced, offering her hand and smiling brightly.
"May Alden," the disguised Anwen shook the hand.
"This your train?" Sarah asked, gesturing to the incoming said object.
"Yep. Camden," May smiled.
"How about I show you around?" Inwardly, Anwen groaned. She wished this so-called Sarah would stop being so bubbly. So like Megan used to be.
"Sure," she also wished Mays personality wasn't based around her being the Good Samaritan.
They stepped onto the tube, thankfully finding seats. Sarah started babbling about London, her life here and what she was doing in University. Apparently, she was studying Computer Science.
"Amazing! I'm here trying to find my father," it wasn't a whole lie. She was trying to find her father, his grave, and then she would go find his killer. She wouldn't kill him, but he would wish she had.
"What's his name, I'm sure we could find him," Sarah offered. Anwen struggled to keep her face happy.
"Alan Smith," she said.
"Different surnames?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, I got adopted," I shrugged.
"How?" Sarah asked, suddenly interested.
"I haven't seen my dad in 6 years," not a complete lie, "and my mum and I moved to America. She was killed, and I got adopted," Anwen explained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Sarah frowned.
"It's ok," May smiled. "Isn't this our stop?"
"Oh yes!" Sarah jumped up, pulling the blond behind her.
"Have you ever been shopping in Camden before? It's amazing, you'll love it," Sarah babbled, reminding Anwen once again of Megan before, well, before Earth took its toll.
"I went to Camden before I went to the US," she nodded.
"Doesn't America have the Justice League? Did you see any of them?" Sarah asked, "my favourite was Bast, I know she used to be Catgirl, but oh well. I think becoming a hero after you were a villain is something very brave. Who's your favourite hero?"
"I never met any, but my favourite's Nightwing. Bast's pretty cool too,though," Anwen nodded.
"Really? I thought those two would make an amazing couple," Anwen nearly blanched, "and I'm pretty sure they were. Do you think they broke up recently?"
"Yeah, I don't think Bast has great ease trusting because of her anti-hero background, and maybe Nightwing betrayed her," May smiled, putting emphasis on anti hero. All these years, and it still bothered her.
"I suppose," Sarah sighed, "you'll love this shop!"
The day consisted of Sarah dragging May around all the shops, and at the end, exchanging numbers with Anwens new phone.
"Meet here again, tomorrow? I can help you find your father," Sarah offered. Anwen smiled. She would need all the help she could get.
"Of course," May grinned.
"Where are you staying?" Sarah asked.
"I need a hotel for a couple of nights," she wouldn't be here for long, she thought, "know anywhere nice?"
"Yeah, a family friend of mine owns a B&B, it's really nice there," Sarah nodded, "it's this way."
Maybe, just maybe, her plan could afford to be put back a day.
Sarah sat at her computer, outside the London air was filled with the noises of cars and people. Her black hair fell messily around her face, brown eyes scanning the screen.
"Alan Smith," she muttered to herself, typing it into Google. She clicked the first option, coming up with a news report about 6 years ago.
Man shot from behind
Alan Smith, on a business trip to London from Surrey, was shot from behind on 22nd April. One bullet entered the back of his skull, and another hit his spine.
Alan has one daughter and a wife, both of whom are still in their home in Surrey.
It wasn't a very informative article, but it was enough. After comparing the image of a smiling man with a small girl with the photo May had given her, she had her answer.
"Poor May," Sarah breathed in sharply, "she doesn't even know."