Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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Raoanapur, South Thailand - 14:12.

   Raven took a swig from her water-bottle, her jacket weighing heavy on her. 

It was blazing hot, the sun high in the sky. People always believed that temperature never affected her, due to growing up in Hell, where fire and brimstone were commonplace. Those people were wrong. Demons were immune to the effects of hellfire; however, Earth's climate was another matter. 

She kept her hood up however, for fear of someone recognising her, which while annoying in Jump, was a whole lot more dangerous here.

Raoanapur was not a nice city. The entire place was like Gotham back in the nineties, before the supervillains, when the mobsters ran the city. The whole country was like that. It was the capital city of South Thailand, the newest country in the world, splitting during the Thailand Civil War in 2015. 

Its government was comprised of the three gangs that ran the city prior to the War, the Russians, known as Hotel Moscow, the Hong Kong Triad and the Columbian Cartel. Its entirety was a non-extradition, criminal play place.

Raven rechecked the coordinates on her phone for the umpteenth time. She had been walking for an hour with still no luck on finding the bar that Rosie Barrett had mentioned.

Raven crossed a road, passing by a street vender selling steamed dumplings, the mouth-watering smell, a nice break from the typical stench of sewage, gunpowder and car exhaust. 

Turning a corner, Raven spotted a large intricate wooden hanging sign down the street. It was painted in vibrant teal, brown and gold, was a hummingbird. Which was the name of the bar that Barrett had given her.

Many red-faced men, holding overflowing tankards were grouped outside the bar, singing in various languages. Raven approached, keeping her head down as she drifted through the jolly crowd reaching the front entrance.

A bell rang as she opened the door, but she was too busy scanning the room to notice.

The Hummingbird was a hall of jade and Mahagony. A marble bar stretched across the right wall, backed by a mountain of liquor. Olive embroidered booths, chairs and stools littered the room, all inhabited except for one near the back, which had a plain white sign above which read: Reserved.

The teenage witch soon found herself at the bar, thinking it was the best place to start her search.

"Excuse me." - Raven said in broken Thai, as the eye-patch wearing bartender approached. The woman just placing down a glass of something that smelled like the nail polish remover Kori used. in front of the man to her left, before turning and walking away like she didn't even hear Raven. - "Excuse me!" - She repeated louder, only to be ignored again.

Before Raven could attempt again, the man who had just been served shouted something that the girl didn't understand and the bartender was in front of her, seeming annoyed.

"What?" - She spat, her brows furrowed, and eye narrowed at Raven.

"I was hoping you could help me find someone?" 

The women snorted. - "Looking for you dog, Dorothy?" - She questioned, earning a chuckle from those in the bar who heard her.

Raven shrugged off the comment. - "I'm looking for someone named Noah, he may be a regular?"

The entire bar seemed to pause at that, before shifting into a low, continuous mumble, while the bartender began to wipe down the counter. "You mean, Noah Kuttler?" She questioned.