Dagger

IV

*Wally*

*Three weeks later*

I've gone through every lead I found and still nothing. I've checked online records and every piece of paper that had the mention of her name on it. I still came up with nothing.

My connection with Phoebe was always different than Dicks. He always loved Pheebs but not as a sister like me, I could tell he loved her just by seeing the two in the same room. But never the less everyone mourned her death.. probably longer than we should have. The kid had it rough, I mean we all have but she had no power or any means to do anything about her situation ,so anything she ever felt towards her losses had to be left at just feelings.

I was out and about just speeding around the city to keep me busy. With all of my research I've been doing I decided it's time to just take a moment and process it all.

My train of thought quickly is forced to a halt by an ear piercing scream of a woman and the shout of a man.

I speed to the source as adrenaline pumps in my blood. Coming along the scene I'm met face to face with an unfamiliar hooded figure.

Hero? Maby. Villain? Again maby. Attack first, question later.

I don't say anything yet, but I creep close enough to hear the three voices.

"Please! I'll tell you what you need to know, just let this young woman go!" The man cried from the ground. He was older... I'd say fifty maby? The hooded figured shoved him to the ground and pulled the hooker into her grasp, holding a knife to the woman's neck.

I hooded woman chuckled. "Oh you've got to be kidding me."

She throws the dagger at the man with perfect precision. It lands hard pining the man to the ground by his hand. She then throws the hooker down beside her.

"Scram slut!" The hooded woman yells and the hooker takes to the street.

Briskly, the hooded woman directs her gaze to me. "Kid Flash, welcome to the party! I'd love to chit chat but I've got some buisness to attend to here, so run along piss pot."

She waves her hand at me to leave then turns back to the man on the ground, pulling his gaze to her by grabbing a chunk of his wispy grey strands.

"Listen old man, the Light has got me doing an errand and I need your cooperation before I stain another glove with someone else's blood." Her voice was cold and full of arrogance.

As she reaches to her pocket for another dagger I charge at her only to get a swift kick to my gut, making me lose my balance.

"Seriously junior I'm a bit busy stop being such a fly on the wall and start living up to your name of a 'flash', here one second gone the next. So.Get. Gone." Her voice showed annoyance and playfulness, mixed with as much sarcasm as Damian has.

I stand tall staring at her. Without any warning I speed over, pulling the man up and running him to the hospital down the road before returning to the empty alleyway. The only traces of her being there are the drops of the man's blood on the mold covered building walls and a note held to the ground by a miniature dagger.

Don't think he's safe, he still owes The Huntsmen some answers. And stop looking for that little bitch Phoebe, she was hidden a long time ago and she's not coming out. Ever.
Take care Wally. Xx

My mind was reeling. It wasn't Phoebe but she knew my name? She was able to get away before I even got back, but how?

I decided to get some answers and called up Nightwing.