Clothed in our grief

Chapter twenty nine

a/n: The unnamed tamaranean gets named in this chapter! long with the mysterious green lightning bolt. And a new Robin gets named in this, though she's an alternate version of Robin. Hope you enjoy this chapter! This chapter in particular may seem completely cruddy, but I need it here so I can work on the sequel to this story when it's finished. Believe me, it's totally important and once this story is finished (No time TOO soon, i promise)I also feel kinda uneasy about publishing this chapter? Because it introduces two new characters that DC likes to pretend they never made?? I don't know, but i definitely have a plan for it.

As someone who isn't from this reality, Detective Morris can easily make out who isn't from here. They have a different type of feel to them. She can't explain it, but she knows. It doesn't have to be in person. She saw a picture of Superman on the news, and she instantly knew that this Clark Kent isn't the one who grew up here. It's very rare for her to see this, so when a boy with bright blonde and shaggy hair just zips right on past her? She stops moving, turns around to stare at the boy who just ran past her.

She's on her way to the airport. She wants to take a flight to Portland, she's been speaking to  cop there who isn't actually on duty. Hasn't been on duty for several years. And he has your police records, and it's part of why he doesn't work at the Portland Police Department anymore. He was paid generously to cover it up.

By someone named John Constantine. Now, Detective Morris isn't surprised. She knows her father would have done anything to protect his youngest daughter. But whatever it was, it was serious enough for John to use his real name.

Back to what Detective Morris was mentioning to herself, she knows when someone isn't from around here. Guess it's just an effect of reality-hopping. Knowing full well. Just by catching a glimpse of them, it's like there's a click in her mind that tells her someone else is here. Like a string is tightening in her brain.

Because she knows it's likely somebody from her own reality could have followed her here. In an attempt to keep her from seeking out Bruce Wayne, Batman. It would have had to be someone close to him, though. And Detective Morris is pretty confident in her abilities that she didn't bring someone back from her own reality with her. But then again, Detective Morris is truly a Constantine. Which means there seems to always be room for tragedy.

The blonde boy couldn't have been any older than sixteen. He was decently tall, but slightly below average. His body didn't seem to have much muscle mass on it, but he did look like he could hold his own. Short blonde hair that threatened to grow longer than past his ears.

He wasn't wearing normal clothes, no. He ran right on past her as if he thought she wouldn't see him.

But she did.

She saw the yellow goggles over his eyes, the green rims holding them to his face. His porcelain pale skin that seemed so white she'd accuse him of being sickly or unwell. She saw the amber hues of his eyes, that could have been mistaken for the shade of the goggles that turned everything behind that shielded glass the same color.

She saw the green and black suit he wore, no not a business suit. Something you'd see someone with powers wearing. It was skin tight, completely black. Aside from a green lightning strike in the middle of it that covered his entire chest, and the inner of his thighs and legs. The long green lightning streak that seemed to go completely up his body all the way to his chin, where it connects with the rest of his suit to his goggles. On his ears, two lightning bolts sticking out to protect his ear drums. Just her assumption.