Happy Halloween!

I gift you this treat for the holiday, a second surprise upload this month!

I'd like to give a quick shout out to everyone who submitted questions for the oneshot! I can't thank you guys enough for your help. They're all so good! I'm going to call for an official cutoff here (so sorry if you're a little late to the party on that), so submissions are officially closed. I can't wait for you guys to see the end product, which should be done hopefully sometime within the next week or two.

Edit: Fixing this literally a couple of hours after posting it. Eternal thanks to Hoodedgenius98 for asking an important question and making me realize I forgot to write in a part near the end that I accidentally deleted from my outline before actually writing it. : P

FAWCETT CITY
OCTOBER 6TH, 2010
09:15 CST

Ski'Lira hated doing deliveries. Multiple hours spent in a truck, driving to some random city with some kind of precious cargo. Most museums used secured trucks and hired people to escort the priceless artifacts, but the Halls had no need to outsource their protection. Only once had thieves made an attempt to take out one of their transport trucks on the road. An irate Shayera (who had been driving for eight straight hours) had terrorized them into giving up the endeavor and they actually turned themselves in to the authorities. They'd found the mugshots of the criminals later, and all three of them were still in tears, despite the fact hours had passed since their attempted robbery.

Up until this point, she had always had at least one of her parents with her on a delivery trip, but this time was different. Both Shayera and Katar were held up with other engagements (Katar had to go to Thanagar to give a statement for a recently reopened case he'd worked as a Wingman and Shayera was currently somewhere on the coast of Greenland working with Aquaman), which meant she was the only one available to carry out the delivery. So she'd packed up a travel bag, picked out a few audiobooks, clambered behind the wheel of the truck, and set off on a sixteen hour drive north to Wisconsin. Specifically, Fawcett City.

By the time she'd made it to the museum and went through the tedious process of checking in with the curators, unloading all of the crates, and being forced into some kind of small talk, she was a little desperate for some time outside before she had to set out again. Leaving the truck parked at the museum, she headed down Main Street, further into the heart of the city. Her goal was simple was a simple one: find a place that served breakfast food.

As she wandered, she allowed the commotion of the city to wash over her, voices mingling and clashing in a strange symphony without direction. It was a tactic that she and her parents used often when opening up the scope of their awareness while on patrol. However, instead of leading her to a crime, she was hoping it would help her track down food.

But that's not quite what happened.

"Billy, don't worry about me. You're the one who's bleeding all over the place."

"I'm fine, really. I'm pretty sure my nose isn't broken."

"Oh you're pretty sure. That's reassuring."

The sound was coming from an upcoming alley. Speeding up from a lazy amble to a determined walk, Skylar headed straight for the mouth of the back street. The second she stepped into the alley, the two occupants snapped their heads in their direction.

It was two boys, probably between ten and eleven if she had to guess. The one currently sprawled on the ground had shaggy brown hair, a dull silver crutch latched around one arm. The other boy was crouched next to him, his back hair was even messier, two bright blue eyes staring at her with something akin to wariness. Of course, the bright scarlet blood leaking out of his nose and dripping down his mouth certainly didn't help matters.

Skylar didn't hesitate, sliding her knapsack off of her back as she headed moved further into the alley, kneeling down next to the kids. After a moment of rummaging, she retrieved the soft white tank top she'd packed as part of her sleepwear and folded it up.

"Do you mind…?" She made a vague gesture towards the boy's face. He continued to stare at her for a second before giving a tentative nod of his head before scooting closer. Reaching up, she used her fingertips to feel out the bridge of his nose. "It's not broken." She informed him succinctly as she started pressing the cloth to his face, she gently directed him to sit up straighter and lean forward. "Can you hold that in place?"

The boy nodded, hands reaching up and taking hold of the fabric for himself. Satisfied, Skylar turned to the other boy. "Any injuries?"

"Just my pride." He answered with a wan smile. "They uh… stole one of my crutches, though. And our wallets."

Skylar's eyes narrowed. "They did what." Standing up, she scanned the alley for a second before sniffing once. A cacophony of smells hit her, but it was the distinct (and recent) odor of AXE body spray. Bingo. "Stay here. Don't move. Watch my bag." She ordered swiftly before stalking down the opposite side of the alley. Tracking the scent like a well-trained blood hound, she followed the twists and turns of the alleys.

If she were in costume, she merely would have flown from above, but she had to resort to acting as a human for the moment. That meant climbing up chain link fences the old-fashioned way, avoiding people loitering in corners, and jumping over fallen trash cans. She found her prey soon enough. There was nowhere in this urban jungle that they could hide from her.

There were two of them, slightly grungy teenagers far closer to her age than the young boys they'd attacked, perhaps even older. That made this easier. One of them had the stolen crutch in his hands, swinging it around like a baseball bat to swipe at debris.

"Hey!" She snapped.

The duo turned to her and she noticed the second they realized they were looking at a girl, as their postures shifting, faces twisting into what they probably thought were more attractive expressions.

"Well, hello." The one in a leather jacket crooned. He was even wearing half-gloves. Could he be more of a stereotypical bully if he tried? "You lost, babe?"

Her lip curled into a snarl of distaste. "I'm only going to ask once. Give back what you stole."

"Ooh, and let me guess, or else?"

Without hesitating, she snap kicked him straight in the gut. All of his breath whooshed out of him and he fell backwards straight into a puddle, mouth gaping like a fish as he desperately tried to fill his lungs. Lowering her leg, she wordlessly stared at the other teens, face like stone and eyes hidden behind her aviators.

"W-W-We're sorry." The one with the crutch stammered as he held it out in a placating manner, his face seemingly warring with itself whether it wanted to redden from embarrassment or pale in fear.

"You will not do this again." She said as she took the crutch from him.

"Y-Yes ma'am." He squeaked and pulled two wallets out of his pockets, handing them over. Letting out a slight whine, he snagged his buddy by the arm and hauled him to his feet, practically dragging him out of the alley.

With a slight smile on her face, Skylar made her way back.

H

"We can't thank you enough for this, really." The bloodied boy beamed broadly. "It means a lot. Not many people would have stopped and helped."

"I'm not most people." Skylar deadpanned. She stuck out her hand (the polite human thing to do, after all). "Skylar Hall."

For a moment, the kid looked like he'd just stuck a fork in a light socket, but he seemed to shake it off quickly (she chalked it up to him being unused to proper manners, or maybe he'd just realized what she'd probably done to get their belongings back). "Billy. Billy Batson." He shook her hand firmly. "And this is my best friend Freddy."

"Freddy Freeman, at your service." The brunette did a little bow.

"Charmed." Skylar said in monotone. These kids were too cute for their own good (and she would never admit as such out loud, she had a reputation to maintain after all).

As she scooped her bag up off the ground, fully intent on leaving and resuming her hunt for breakfast, Billy spoke up.

"Is there anything we can do to repay you?" He asked.

She opened her mouth to immediately deny it, but a thought struck her. "… Do you know any diners nearby?"

The two boys traded a look before erupting into bright smiles. "Funny you should mention that." Freddy said. "We know just the place."

Ten minutes later, she was sitting in a green vinyl booth, seated across from her two new tagalongs at a diner called Parker and Beck's. A tired-looking waitress had already taken their orders (a complete breakfast with extra bacon for Skylar and two chocolate milkshakes for the boys), and now Freddy was in the middle of storytelling.

"So then bam all the lights go out and a few of the girls scream. A few minutes later, the principal walks in and tells everyone that a squirrel somehow got into the electrical box, frying the whole school's power. And just like that, we get let out early. Pretty cool, right?"

"Mmm" She agreed idly.

Freddy made a face. "You know, up until the point those jerkwads stole our stuff. Good thing you were here to rescue us. Speaking of… you just move here or something?"

Skylar shook her head. "I'm here for work, actually, doing a delivery for my parent's museum. After I eat, I'm going to rent a hotel room, sleep, and then drive back to St. Roch."

Only the first part of that was true. Instead of spending money needlessly on a hotel room, she'd be using the Fawcett City Zeta Point to teleport over to the Cave, sleep in her room there, and then zap herself back and make the drive down.

"That's a pretty long way to drive." Billy commented. "Isn't it boring?"

Offering a noncommittal shrug, she stuffed a large bite of waffle into her mouth.

"So, who's your favorite superhero?"

Freddy's abrupt question gave her pause. Once she'd chewed and swallowed her bit of waffle, she answered without hesitation. "Green Lantern."

"Oooh, good choice. Mine's Superman. You know, for a St. Roch girl I expected you to pick Hawkman or Hawkwoman."

"What about Hawkgirl?" Billy asked, a slight smirk on his face.

"I'm talking League heroes. Sidekicks are a whole different category." Freddy insisted.

Skylar raised a brow. "You're a Fawcett boy, shouldn't Captain Marvel be your favorite?"

The brunette's mouth opened, and then closed. He held up his index finger. "Okay, point to you. I concede that. So sidekicks. Favorite. Go."

That question was a little more complicated. But if she was looking from the standpoint of a civilian completely unaffiliated with the heroes themselves… "Robin, I guess. I haven't considered it much, to be honest. You?"

"Aqualad's pretty cool. Especially with those water weapon things." Freddy struck a pose, making Billy stifle a laugh with his hands. "Or Hawkgirl, she's badass as heck."

"I think they're all great!" Billy blurted.

Freddy rolled his eyes. "Billy never picks favorites."

"How could I? They're all awesome in their own way!"

Skylar couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her face. As Freddy launched into a long-winded rant about the pros and cons of every superhero in the League (which was entertaining on so many levels), Skylar tucked into her breakfast, finishing it off. When the boy finally started to run out of steam, Skylar flagged down the waitress and paid the bill for all three of them courtesy of a debit card.

"How much do I owe you?" Billy asked as he dug his slightly scuffed wallet out of his pocket.

She held up a hand. "Nothing. It's my treat."

"But-"

"You've made my day more interesting, consider that your payment." Skylar insisted. The waitress came back quickly with the receipt, and she stuffed it into the pocket of her jacket before sliding out of the booth. "I have to get going, but this… was nice. And stop going in alleys."

Billy scrambled out of the booth. "Uh, thanks so much! For saving us and then hanging out with us. You're… pretty awesome, Skylar."

"Almost as cool as a real superhero." Freddy nodded solemnly. "But if you start running around in a costume, you're sure to step up a level on the cool scale!"

Skylar couldn't help the snort that left her. "I'll take it into consideration. Stay safe." As she started walking away, she suddenly felt a hand grasp the back of her jacket. She turned to see Billy digging in his pocket and pulling out a slightly battered phone. "To keep in touch? You know, in case you ever get lost in Fawcett again?"

She wasn't quite sure whether to accept or not, but the way he was looking at her so eager to make a new friend… It reminded her of Conner. Without another thought, she took the phone and typed in her number, putting it under her name.

"I hope you realize I will be stealing that number from his phone." Freddy piped up. "You know, in case someone mugs me again and I need someone to get my stuff back."

"I'll keep that in mind." She smirked as she handed back the phone. "Enjoy the rest of your day, you two."

H

The Cave was completely empty, understandable since it was the middle of a school day. The only one who had a chance of being there was Kaldur, but she knew for a fact that he was in Atlantis and would be continue to be so until sometime tomorrow evening. Instead of heading straight off to bed, she changed into workout friendly clothes and headed outside, taking to the air for a nice, long flight. Just flying over the ocean wasn't enough for her, so she started meticulously executing flight maneuvers further increasing in difficulty. She didn't stop until her muscles were close to burning with exertion, and she made her way back to headquarters. After a quick shower to rid her skin of sweat and salt from the ocean spray, she slipped into her pajamas, plugged her phone in to charge, and finally allowed herself to sleep.

When she awoke some time later, a quick glance at her phone confirmed she'd slept for about five hours. Once she slid out of bed, she went through her usual stretch routine before shuffling into the private bathroom attached to her room, taking care of necessary business and changing into comfortable casual clothes for the day.

Crossing over to a panel by the door, she pressed a button to access the Cave interface. "Computer, list all individuals currently within headquarters."

"Robin, B01 and Superboy, B05 currently present."

Deactivating the panel, she grabbed her aviators and slipped them onto her face. Since the only two other people currently around already knew what her face looked like, she didn't bother with her casual mask. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she stepped out and headed towards the lounge.

She heard the two boys well before she saw them.

"It's the old guy, right?"

"My money's on the heiress. She's so guilty."

"… But it's always the old man. This show isn't very creative."

"Scooby-Doo is a pinnacle of storytelling and there isn't anything you can say to tell me other-"

"The old man did it. See?"

"… So not asterous."

"Fighting over Scooby-Doo? What a sight to walk into."

Robin practically jumped out of his seat on the couch, while Superboy looked mildly inconvenienced by her sudden appearance. "Where the heck did you come from?!"

She just stared at him. "I was here before you were."

Conner's brow furrowed. "Then why haven't we seen you?"

"Because I was sleeping." Dropping her bag off on the floor, she made a beeline for the kitchen. After a bit of digging, she found a travel mug and set to the task of making herself some tea for the road.

"Is… everything alright?" She looked up to see Dick and Conner had joined her in the kitchen, the former the one to have spoken. "You know, at home?"

Skylar resisted the urge to roll her eyes, simply because she knew he was just concerned. "Fine. It was easier to crash here. I'm technically working right now."

Conner's confusion was almost palpable, so she decided to take the initiative and just explain. "Yesterday I drove a truck of valuables up to Fawcett City and I slept here instead of a hotel room, it was more convenient. I'll be heading back to Fawcett soon to make the drive back, once I get a message that they're done loading the truck."

"That's like a fifteen hour drive!" Robin looked vaguely sickened by the idea. "Why don't you just… teleport or something?"

"It's a matter of insurance." She answered as the kettle went off. Retrieving it, she started to fill her newly stolen travel mug. "The delivery truck's fitted with a GPS, so if something goes wrong, there's documentation of it. Since progress is tracked so closely… no teleporting."

"And it's just you?" Conner's brow furrowed. "That seems… dangerous. What if you're attacked?"

She snorted. "It won't happen. The Stonechat Museum has a… reputation. The last attack on a truck was two years ago and it hasn't been attempted since. Now they just go for the source and attempt to rob from the museum itself." Her phone dinged in her pocket, and a quick check confirmed it was work-related.
"Speaking of which, that's my cue to depart. I'll see you tomorrow for training."

"Have a safe trip." Dick said as she gathered up her belongings.

"Call if you get bored." Conner added, already on his way to sitting back down on the couch to watch more cartoons.

Offering a sharp wave of farewell, Skylar left the lounge and prepared to make the short journey back to Fawcett City.

H

For the moment, Skylar opted to forgo starting up her audio book and listen to the radio, as her journey had started a mere ten minutes ago. Though she regretted that decision as a familiar opening guitar riff started to play… Hysteria by Muse. The only reason she knew that was because it was one of Roy's favorite songs.

"You're gonna like this." Roy's grin was wide as he held out an earbud, the matching one already in his own ear. "I love this song."

"It's… good." She admitted after listening in silence for a few minutes. "I think I like it."

"I've got every Muse album on here… if you want to hear more." He suggested. "What do you think? Listen and play some Mortal Kombat?"

"… That sounds fun."

Her hand instinctively moved to the dial to change the station… but she paused.

Instead, she let out a long breath and settled back into her seat.

Halfway through the song, something caught her eye. In the left lane was a sizeable black SUV with black tinted windows. Not a wholly unusual sight… but it was the identical vehicle that was behind her that made it suspicious. Narrowing her eyes, she pressed a little harder on the pedal to speed up. Just as she predicted, both vehicles kept pace… and that's when a third one appeared on her left.

Evaluating her options, she kept a steady pace and started looking for a potential opening. Since she was in the middle of the interstate, she had little opportunity to work with. Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel as she saw the leftmost SUV start creeping closer. Her only real operation was to keep accelerating, but the presence of a minivan directly in front of her made it impossible and like hell was she going to endanger any civilians.

As the SUV started to press in closer, she was forced to veer to the right. She expected to be sandwiched in between the two vehicles, but instead the right one was… turning with her? When she caught sight of a turn off approaching rapidly ahead, she understood. They were leading her right into a trap. Gritting her teeth, she allowed herself to be led… for now. Out of a pocket in her jeans, she retrieved her comm, slipping it into her ear. She didn't activate it right away, as she wanted to see if she could handle this by herself first.

The SUV's kept her firmly boxed in, forcefully escorting her towards the off-ramp. The GPS immediately started screaming at her that she was heading off-route, so she turned it off.

It wasn't long off the turn that Ski'Lira saw the end goal, a makeshift roadblock of two more of the blacked out SUV's and an equally dark pickup truck that had some kind of contraption sitting in the bed. Focusing her vision, she concentrated to see what exactly it was. She made out a sharp edge and a tripod mere moments before it activated.

Throwing herself against the door, she dodged just in time as the head of a giant harpoon punched through the glass of the windshield. The cable attached reeled in and hooked against the glass before exploding back out, creating a sizeable hole. She felt a slight sting in her cheek, no doubt from an errant shard slicing open her skin and hastily undid her seatbelt to free up her movement. The doors of the SUV's flung open and armored goons poured out, surrounding the vehicle.

Now it was time to call in backup.

She activated her comm as she hunkered down in the cab of the truck, dropping her tone so as to avoid being overheard. "Hawkgirl to Justice League, requesting immediate backup. I'm stuck playing civilian."

"Current location?" Martian Manhunter requested immediately.

"Fawcett City, transmitting location now." Pressing the comm three times in succession, she activated the GPS locator, which would lead them to her exact position. Mere seconds later, two of the thugs jumped up onto the front hood of the truck. As they reached into the cab, she lashed out with a foot, catching one in the wrist and making him cry out in a mix of surprise and pain. It was a weak hit, so it didn't deter him for long, and soon Ski'Lira found herself being bodily dragged through the jagged windshield.

A sharp pain radiated from her left leg as it caught on the broken glass, cutting through the material of her jeans and into the flesh of her leg in a long, bloody line. Hissing through her teeth, she was thrown into the middle of the road in front of the truck. Clambering up into an upright position, she was met with the muzzles of multiple guns aimed her way. She could only watch with a sneer on her face as the goons headed for the back of the truck, planting some kind of localized explosive onto the rear lock to get it open.

The passenger seat side door of the black pickup swung open, and out stepped a distinctly weasel-like old man wearing perfectly round spectacles and a high-collared lab coat.

Dr. Sivana… she should have known.

"Don't worry my dear, we'll be on our way soon enough." The villain announced as he approached, his hands held carefully behind his back. "I just need to liberate you of a certain piece in your… precious cargo. You see, I've had my eyes on the Gem of Serket for quite some time, but alas, my attempts to acquire it before were thwarted by Captain Marvel! Imagine my surprise when I learned it was to be transported, by a single guard nonetheless! I couldn't pass up such an opportunity!"

She raised a brow. "Are you done?"

Dr. Sivana's slightly manic grin faltered slightly. "I beg your pardon?"

"Are you done monologuing?" She clarified. "Because I really couldn't care less about your plan."

"… But I'm stealing from you. Why are you not terrified?"

"No, you're trying to steal from me." The Thanagarian corrected with a frown. "And why would I be scared of a little man like you? You look like a strong breeze could kill you."

His face twisted with anger, which certainly didn't do him any favors in the looks department. "Who are you to dare insult the greatest supervillain Fawcett City has ever seen?!"

"Someone who's stalling until the cavalry gets here."

Dr. Sivana's eyes widened. "Someone who's what?"

There was a blur of red as all of the goons suddenly found themselves gun-less. With the immediate threat gone, Ski'Lira jumped to her feet and slammed a palm straight into the face of the nearest thug following up with a punch to the solar plexus, sending him to the ground. Now that she had an opening, she jumped over his newly prone body and ran for her delivery truck.

"Fear not, citizen!" An all too familiar voice boomed out, though he was obviously putting on grandiose airs for the benefit of the supervillain present. "Captain Marvel is here!"

"My greatest enemy!" Dr. Sivana cried. "I will not be foiled again! The Gem of Serket will be mine!"

Ski'Lira was actively resisting the urge to go back and punch the weasel in the face. Despite his appearance, Dr. Sivana was a fairly formidable opponent, one that she knew Captain Marvel was far better suited to fighting. Instead, she focused on securing the contents of the truck. Only two thugs remained behind to continue breaking into the truck.

She darted around the corner, catching the first one completely by surprise as she slammed a fist into his side, where the body armor was wearing had a visibly gap. Ski'Lira could have dealt a blow that could have knocked him out of the fight in on hit, but since she was playing human, she had to pull the punch. The goon was more inconvenienced than anything else, but she used the moment of disorientation from the sudden influx of pain to grab one of his arms and twist, kicking out one of his knees as she released him. He dropped to the ground of his own accord, landing face first.

The other goon was not idle, swinging a fist into her face that she allowed to connect, though it didn't do much more than open up the cut on her cheek slightly further. Grabbing him by the elbow, she pulled him forward and slammed him into the metal door of the truck face first. He slumped onto the ground, clearly unconscious. A quick snap of her foot knocked out the other thug before he could get back on his feet and attack her again.

Cracking her neck from side to side, she stepped up into the back of the truck and did a quick catalogue to make sure everything was intact. None of the protective crates had been tampered with so far, which was a good sign. Judging by the noise from outside, Captain Marvel had things well in hand, but she still moved to stand protectively in front of the doors just in case one of them tried something.

Fortunately (or rather, unfortunately, because she would have relished in the opportunity to take down a few more guys), a grinning Captain Marvel appeared as the Fawcett City police did, ready to round up the newly arrested villain and his goons.

"Hello miss!" He greeted with his standard smile. "You seem to be severely injured, so I'd like to escort you personally to the hospital!" Captain Marvel dropped his voice to a near whisper. "I'm not actually, I'm supposed to take you to the Cave."

"Thanks for your help, Captain Marvel." She said loud enough for any passersby to hear, before she too quieted her voice. "Pick me up, it'll make it more believable."

"Are you… sure?"

"Yes. Don't make me say it again."

Giving a slight nod, he carefully lifted her up into his arms so she was being held in a princess carry. It was humiliating, but if anyone happened to snap photos or video of the incident, it would help cement her cover. Lo and behold, she caught sight of a few telltale flashes as he carried her a few steps before taking to the air.

The flight was short, thanks to Captain Marvel's speed, and she soon found herself being let down in front of the Zeta access point.

"I've got to head back and escort Sivana to jail, but um, that still looks pretty bad." The hero pointed to her still-bleeding leg. "Are you sure you don't want me to just… carry you all the way?"

"I'm fine on my own." She pointedly limped her way inside under her own power (the wound had finally caught up with her, but she wasn't about to keep up the damsel in distress game if she didn't have to).

"Recognized: Hawkgirl, B07"

Conner and Dick both froze, clearly mid-spar. Dick looked at her, then down at her leg, then back up at her face. "You were gone for twenty minutes."

H

Da'mi: The museum's sending someone to pick up the truck and Wonder Woman's graciously offered to escort it.

Sky: Did anyone figure out why Sivana was after it?

Da'mi: From what I've researched, that gem has some kind of legend surrounding it, something about being a conduit for mystic power. That's part of the reason why we wanted it.

Sky: ... Is it?

Da'mi: No, it's an unfounded rumor. I had Zatara check it out last month before we made the deal. But since it's not public knowledge...

Sky: So it was all for nothing.

Da'mi: I wouldn't say nothing, Sivana was arrested again, which I'm sure Captain Marvel's happy about. Plus, our reputation has been successfully upheld. We were due for providing another reminder anyway.

Sky: Happy to help.

Turning off her phone, Ski'Lira carefully placed it back into her pocket without moving her lower body.

"There, good as new." Tying off the knot, Black Canary set aside the leftover thread and the needle she'd used to suture Ski'Lira's leg closed before wrapping a length of gauze around the wound. "How's it feel?"

"It's fine. Inconvenient, more than anything." Ski'Lira answered truthfully.

"I can imagine. Seems like you've had a bit of a rough day." Canary continued, watching the Thanagarian carefully. "I know you hate playing civilian, but… you did a good job today, Skylar."

"Taking down two thugs and getting my leg sliced open?"

"Maintaining your cover and still managing to keep your quarry safe." The blonde hero corrected. "Have you ever considered pursuing training in undercover work?"

Skylar's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Not… particularly. At least, not any further than I've received in order to successfully blend in here."

Dinah reached over and patted her knee. "It's just something to think about. Now, I'm sure you want out of here, so I'll let you go. I think Conner and Dick are still in the lounge if you want to join them."

"I'll do that. Thank you." Inclining her head a little, Ski'Lira hopped off the bed and limped her way out of the med bay.

A few minutes later, she sat down heavily on the couch next to Conner, propping up her leg on the coffee table. "What are you watching now?"

"Fairly OddParents." Dick answered.

"He got mad because I guessed the bad guy right more than him." Conner added, earning a glare from the younger boy.

Skylar shot Dick a smirk. "Aren't you supposed to be a detective?"

"Oh, shut up."

A wild Billy Batson and Freddy Freeman appear!

I just couldn't resist having Hawkgirl meet baby Captain Marvel. Freddy wasn't originally a part of the plan, but it seemed natural to include him. This version of Freddy is based completely off the version from Shazam! Played by Jack Dylan Grazer.

Next time on Fight or Flight: "Humanity"

As mentioned in the author's note above, look out for updates on Fight or Flight: Side Stories

And as always, comments, questions, and concerns are always appreciated!