Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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11:22am - New York City.

The swirling purple vortex that appeared in the alley, had dispersed nearly as quickly as it had manifested. With the only traces of it ever existing being the scorch marks on the ground and the girl left standing where it had first opened.

Dressed in less-conspicuous clothing than she normally wore, Raven made sure that no one had seen her before carrying on towards her destination.

Since she'd been dismissed and told by Bruce to let his Family handle this, she'd secretly begun her own investigation into the Greek-myth inspired Mercenary. Her first lead was the Soldier she'd seen in Calculator's memories. Using the little information she had about him, (His last name and what he had looked like.) and Google, she'd managed to find out everything she'd needed to know to find him.

Unfortunately, Calhoun or Private James Calhoun of the 42nd Infantry Division, had died in Afghanistan during an ambush in early 2020, alongside most of his squad. However, his superior, Sergeant John Kaloway, had survived the encounter, and had eventually returned home.

Raven had discovered that today, he was holding a support meeting for Veterans injured in War, in his home City of New York. So she had decided to visit the 'Big Apple' in hope of gaining some insight into the identity of Prometheus.

Unfortunately for Raven, teleporting long distances resulted in less accuracy and major power exhaustion, and journeying from California to New York, was probably the longest one could teleport across the US, meaning there was a large margin of error when it came to teleporting and she was too tired to make a corrective teleport.

Luckily, Raven had foreseen this problem and had brought her purse along to pay for a taxi.

Arriving at the Kingsbridge Heights Community Centre in the Bronx district, just a few minutes passed half-eleven, when the meeting was scheduled to end, Raven paid the Taxi Driver and exited the vehicle.

Entering the Community Centre, the woman noted the sign advertising the Support Group outside one of the halls. Opening the door just a little, Raven peered inside in an effort to keep from interrupting, luckily the room was empty, except for the man cleaning up.

Knocking three times. Raven entered. - "Captain John Kaloway?"

The man turned and nodded. - "That would be me, but who are you?"

"My name is Ra-chel, Rachel Roth. I've got some questions, that I hoped you could answer."

"Sure-thing kid, let me just put these chairs away first."

Raven agreed and let the man work, examining the man as he did so. He was tall, with salt and pepper hair and goatee, many scars marked his uncovered arms and most noticeably, he had a prosthetic right leg.

She then noticed him struggling with picking up and carrying the chairs.

"Do you want my help?"

The man turned. - "If you wouldn't mind."

Raven collected the remaining six chairs, that were once part of a circle and deposited them with the rest. While Kaloway focused on cleaning up the food left on the refreshment table.

Sweeping the crumbs left into a bin-bag, Kaloway thanked her. - "Even after a year and a half with this thing, I'm still not used to it." - He joked, gesturing to his prosthetic.

"Can I ask what happened."

"My unit was ambushed, I was one of the lucky few to escape with only one of my limbs missing."