Clothed in our grief

Chapter twenty three

a/n: so basically lots of rushed writing is going down, because i felt like i was getting nowhere with my plot and i just wanted to get all of the confusion out of the way. opinions? They help, really. If anything doesn't make sense, comment and question and I'll try to answer it! I also want to repeat that the bright green star shooting across isn't starfire, but you'll be pretty happy once i announce who it is ^_^

Several things are happening right at this moment. Detective Morris is talking to people in a forensic lab over one of her more recent cases. Adult male victim, bullet through the head. The gun with the matching bullets used as the murder weapon ended up being found under a pile of garbage in a dumpster. The prints were close to impossible to make out, due to there being not one set, but two sets of prints. One was more clear than the other, though.

She's staring at her computer screen in the lab, screen facing her while she faces everybody else in the room. Wondering how the hell this is possible, and that it should just be a mistake in the system.

Elbows on desk, fingers entwined together over her mouth while she continues reading the one name they got a clear match on. Knowing full well theres another person who left their prints on that gun, the only set that was made out? Detective Morris doesn't think this is the killer. But for some reason she's still unsure of it all.

(Y/n) (L/n).

She had her doubts, but after digging for hours and hours through files and even more files? There's evidence that something you did a long time ago is behind held away from the law. Meaning it's on paperwork, but was never put into a computer system. Never uploaded into a document, but was recorded on paper and then stashed away-hidden. Possibly destroyed.

Detective Morris isn't from here. Her name is Laura, and her last name isn't even Morris. And like mentioned, Laura isn't from around here? She's from here, but it's different.

The place where she's from, Washington DC has fallen. The world is in complete and total peace, though. The cost was freedom. And it wasn't just America either. All over England, Russia, China, Germany, everywhere. Hell, even the league of Assassins had to be run underground if half of them weren't murdered. Though the person who put them out had every little bit as same as a goal as they did.

Clark Kent.

Laura remembers sitting in her living room watching TV while the live announcement came through as Superman stated who his personal identity was. Laura also remembers hearing that someone was also paid to kill Martha and John Kent all too soon after that broadcast.

Laura also remembers hearing about the death of Green Arrow. But then it wasn't long for Laura's father to involve himself in the situation. Only to protect his daughter. Unfortunately, this wasn't Laura or her other sister. It was Rose. She was probably the one who needed it the most. So it's why Laura didn't get angry when John Constantine came back only to use the Tower of Fate as a shelter for Rose.

John constantine has two sons, and three daughters. In other words? He needs to be more careful. Because three of his kids are dead.

Both sons, and a daughter.

Another thing that's different from this reality and the one she came from, is that you're not alive anymore. The place where she came from, you're dead and you've been dead for less than two months.