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1 DAY LATER
SLADE’S SAFE HOUSE
Drake Lance
Slade throws a punch towards my face as he wears punching gloves and gym clothes. I block the attack and then go in to attack him with my elbow but he catches it and throws me off as I turn around in a complete circle. I raise my fists up and put my punching gloves close to my face as I’m dressed in a black tank top and black track pants.
“Finally, a match that’s fair.” I say not giving him my full best these last couple of minutes.
“I heard stories of you being better than the Amazons and League of Assassins.” Slade says and throws a jab close to my face and I move quick dodging it as he tries to go in for a hook and dodge it as well. I move under him and throw a hard punch into his chest but he blocks it. Slade throws his foot to kick me but I move quick and throw a high kick to his neck.
Slade reacts by trying to throw a jab and I quickly go under his arm and around him as I kick my leg between his legs and watch him fall. Slade’s body slams on to the mat hard and I look at him taking the gloves off and throwing them down to the floor.
“Little tip when you fight me, don’t get cocky. It makes me mad.” I say and walk towards him handing him my hand. Slade grabs my hand and I lift him up from the mat as he groans a little.
“I’ll just compliment you on your hair then, does that sound better.” Slade teases me and I scoff at him with a small smile. Slade takes off his punching gloves and throws them next to mine and I walk back to my phone to check the messages.
I see the messages coming in from the band group groupchat and I start to worry a little about them. They’ll be fine, as long as management doesn’t get on my case, it’ll be fine. Plus it would be nice to finally have a break from the music business and be me for awhile.
I hear a small beep noise from Slade’s computer and turn my phone off and look over to see Slade starring at his computer as it turns on. I look at him and watch him walk towards it and opening a file of what looks like video footage.
“The footage from the Hall Of Justice has been recovered.” Slade says seriously and sits on his computer chair and starts looking for all the videos with the time stamps. I walk towards him and stand behind his chair getting ready to figure out who’s been framing me.
“Let’s figure this out.” I say standing like a soldier as I cross my arms. Slade opens footage of what appears to be a tall blonde with a long black coat and a black beret walking into the meeting room with Batman. I’ve never recognized this person in the League and I can’t tell who it is due to the pixelation of the footage. “Wait zoom in on the blonde and clear it up.” I say as I watch the footage of the blonde talking to Batman and it sounds like my voice.
“Thanks for the picture.” The blonde says in my voice and as the footage clears up, it starts to look more like… me.
“You must miss him?” Bruce says and I can tell he’s noticing something. He knows it wasn’t me, he knows it isn’t me.
I continue to watch the footage as this imposter begins to talk about missing Oliver and I clench my jaw as he basically spills my pain to Bruce. I’ve never told Bruce, neither anyone about my past in the Justice League.
As the imposter talks, he has a slight Russian accent. I’ve of course spent time in Russia but not long enough to have an accent. I notice Bruce catching on to it, he tends to act differently when he finds something out, not many would notice. My imposter speaks about what I did for the last 2 years, sing and fight. I lost my way of course and became nothing but the human I was trying to be. I wanted to be normal and I got that.
“Things like what?” Bruce asks my imposter as he knows and only trying to pick on him. “Pretending to be somebody you’re not?” Bruce speaks up being loud and arrogant.
The imposter chuckles and walks towards Bruce, crossing his legs as he walks like a supermodel on a runway. “They told me you were good. I’m impressed.” He says with a very low husky voice and I spot Bruce quickly taking a batarang out and throwing it at him and he quickly screams.
“AAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEE.” He screams and the batarang shatters and I fly off against the wall. The scream, it’s different. He walks towards me and takes out a kunai from his sleeve and throws it at Bruce’s shoulder.
I continue to watch the footage as it begins to glitch in and out from the person’s scream. He’s also a meta like me. I start to get ideas that maybe he could be a clone of mine? My blood isn’t as easy to get as people think.
“Who are you?” Bruce asks wanting to know information and I watch Bruce begin to faint as he has been poisoned. I’ve only seen these tactics done before with Russian KGB’s from the Cold War. I know that pain.
“The name is Silver… Silver Siren.” The imposter says and when he says that I begin to grow chills. It can’t be. 2 years ago when I met Laurel’s doppelgänger from Earth 2, Black Siren, she told me about how her Drake Lance is dead.
“It can’t be.” I gasp walking away knowing that this footage can get me out of this sticky situation, but it won’t help me find him if I do. This is something I have to do outside of the League. “He’s supposed to be dead.” I say crossing my arms walking towards the window of the tower starring down at the dark gloomy city.
“According to who?” Slade asks and I turn around towards him sounding crazy. This whole thing is crazy.
“My sister’s evil twin.” I say and pause as Slade looks at me strangely. “2 years ago, before Ollie’s death Black Siren appeared, and tried to pretend to be my sister. I caught on because it would take a moron to not realize that this wasn’t my Laurel.”
“When me and her spoke, she told me about Silver Siren, my alternate on Earth 2 and how he was dead, because of her.” I say finishing my sentence and start to realize that maybe she lied to me.
“She killed him.” Slade says pointing out the obvious and I ignore it. “Where’s Black Siren now? Maybe she can help-” He asks and I look at him.
“-She’s gone.” I say cutting him off not wanting to bring Black Siren into this. Slade looks at me confused and I need to explain it to him. “After Oliver’s death I decided I could trust her and set her free with a condition that she wouldn’t hurt anyone and if she did, I told her I would find her and shatter her ear drums.”
“Did she ever hurt anyone?” Slade asks wanting to know. Black Siren took off to Paris with a fake identity and decided to take on the life that she, –we always wanted. A shot at a normal life.
“No. She’s actually doing better than I thought she would.” I say knowing she thanked me for it. Me and her might’ve had our differences but I understood her, she’s a human like everyone else. She was looking for peace and I gave her peace.
“Well now that we can’t find her. What’s the next plan?” He asks wanting an answer to my idea. I know what I’ll do and it’ll be risky, but fun.
“Well with the Ghost Archer and Silver Siren working together, I think they’ll find me.” I say knowing that Slade kept his end of the deal helping me. I can take this all on my own now.
“You want to put US up as bait?” Slade says raising an eyebrow confused catching on to my message.
“Not really. I was thinking more of myself.” I say and walk towards my duffle bag and get everything ready. Slade stands up walking towards me from his computer and stands behind me. I quickly put on a light blue sweater with a hoodie on and layer it on with my leather jacket getting ready to head out.
“You’re just going to go?” He says not wanting to back down. I turn around putting my duffle bag strap around my shoulder getting ready to go.
“Thanks for everything Slade. I mean it.” I say dismissing him not wanting to deal with him anymore. I can’t keep dragging people around into my problems neither get them close. “You kept your promise and now I’ll keep mine.” I say walking away from him going to the exit as he is worried for me and it doesn’t make sense.
“Good luck kid.” He says and as I stop walking and turn around knowing this is my last time going to see him as a good person. I look away and continue my path not saying goodbye or anything, there’s no time for goodbyes, I’m sure I’ll see him again. I leave the clocktower and head out taking the black camero back home.
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