𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 • 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒

chapter 4: alliance

Hating people does not run through the Fleming family's veins.

While the family crest comes from a lineage whose crest has been white doves for centuries, they are the shining suns of Gotham with their grace and good intentions. Everyone in the family has eyes that would make violets jealous. It was certainly the result of a mutation, but it also expressed their noble blood.

Ophelia can't help but think that this is all unfair.

There's no way they deserved to die. I didn't deserve this.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can go away. Lois said that women sometimes like to cry alone."

Ophelia sniffed quietly and looked out from the rooftop at the sunset. Superman, or quite obviously Clark Kent, had delivered the organs for her and refused to let her do anything. He probably took precautions knowing that a hero experiencing an emotional breakdown would mess up everything.

"Thank you for your help. I won't be slacking off on my mission next time," she said calmly. A light breeze blew between the two of them. "This won't happen again, I promise."

"That may be what Batman wants you to say, but it's not mine. Just promise me that next time you won't wear yourself out so badly for anyone."

"Tell that to Conner," she turned to him sarcastically. He didn't have complete love for her, and her admiration was overshadowed by how upset Conner was because of him. "I'm sure this helpful advice from you will stop him feeling upset because of you."

"This is not something you should be involved in." He sighed. "For the love of Ra, I feel like I'm talking to a tiny female Bruce."

"We Gotham billionaires are usually like that, don't take it personally." She shrugged. Still, she turned to him and made it clear that she wanted to talk. "You need to get over the fact that he's a clone, he's just a kid who needs help. Does he really have to cry in front of you to get your attention?"

"I don't think I can guide him. Besides, the others seem to be doing a better job than me."

If even Superman has self-confidence issues, what has this world become?

"The symbol we carry on our chests is not hollow. There is always hope. All you have to do is keep your faith strong."

Superman narrowed his eyes at her. "Did you refer to both hope and will?"

"So... technically, I am Hope. And Hal is Will." She shrugged. "Nobody said I couldn't have fun. And don't beat around the bush." ​​

He turned to the front with a quiet sigh. "I don't think I can do it."

Ophelia wasn't disappointed. She hadn't expected him to be convinced so easily. But she kept her hopes alive. Frankly, what she had expected from him was to be more aggressive, but being met with such calmness made her happier.

She slowly got to her feet. She had to make sure Coast City was safe and join Black Canary for training. But first, she had to thank him. "Superman... Thank you."

"Then, thank you too, Ophelia." He smiled gently.

Ophelia smiled slightly as the light from the lantern surrounded her. Her feet left the ground, she flew into the air for a moment, and then flew away quickly. Conner was the person she interacted with the least on the team. It could have been because he was a tough guy, no doubt, but she also attributed his angry attitude to his lack of luck in family. However, considering his kindness towards Megan, it was also clear that this was a form of self-preservation. He was all alone against the world he had just discovered. The only person who could be his mentor was standing back from him. Ophelia quickly realized how fragile his hope was.