Chapter 2: Secret Origins

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Hey guys! So here is chapter 2, all ready for you. This chapter was really long, but I forgot that the first episode was in three parts. It took forever to write this! Hopefully you guys didn't give up on me, and are anticipating reading this next part.

I think I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but I want to talk about Evie's staff for a second. The staff, as I mention in this chapter, is collapsible. I pictured it kind of like Robin's staff from Teen Titans, where he pulls it out and flicks it and it becomes longer. I wanted Evie to be able to make her staff smaller so she could hang it off of her leggings from a loop on the waistband, that way it won't get in the way when she kicks butt. Anyway, I just didn't want anybody to get confused over that in this chapter.

As always, please read and leave a review for me, I love reading what you guys have to say about it.

~S.

A few weeks have passed since I got my gear from Hank and started patrolling Gotham. At first I was just getting familiar with the layout of the city; going around from rooftop to rooftop and studying the streets and rhythm of the nights. I was never too familiar with the city since I didn't grow up in it. I never realized just how big it actually was. I mean, I have a pretty good memory and it took me almost 3 weeks to memorize the street names and where they are. That's a pretty big city. After I had the street names down I started going around and interfering with some minor crime. You know, old ladies getting their purses stolen, young kids robbing ATMs, the usual petty crimes.

I didn't think I was ready for any major crimes yet, plus I didn't want to step on anyone's toes. I was just a newbie. Who was I to come in and start trying to clean up Gotham? Besides, that was all Batman's job. I had never met him but from what I had heard he wasn't one to share his toys and I certainly didn't want to get him mad at me. Apparently he was fond of holding people off of buildings when he really didn't like them. I decided he was capable of the major stuff, and I would handle the minor crimes.

I also took this time to become attuned to my powers. Over the past year I had learned the basics and how to bend the water into whatever I needed, and I knew how to freeze it and create ice. Now I just experimented with creating knives and blades that could help me. If found that creating small daggers was easy, and I could throw them if I needed to. Due to my previous training, I was able to throw these daggers with a dangerous accuracy. I also learned that I could freeze around an object and lift it that way. This made my life easier since I don't have super strength or anything. Oh, and I also found out I can fly. Well, I can't actually fly, not like Superman or anything. My version is less flying and more surfing. You see, I can make an ice board and stand on it, then manipulate the board to fly wherever I want. Yeah, it wasn't that fun to figure out. I may or may not have tripped...off a building...and almost died. Thankfully my instincts kicked in and I made the ice board in time, or else I would have been an Evie pancake on the sidewalk. Either way, my powers were greatly improving.

One night when I was out on my patrol I overheard a woman speaking on her phone. She was standing on her balcony and I was on the roof right above her; and no, that isn't spying or being creepy, I didn't choose to overhear her. It's not my fault she was speaking really loudly. Anyway, I overheard her talking about how one of her friends had been acting strangely and not like herself. She said she worked for some space research company and she thought she was just too stressed out from all of her work. Now usually the gossip of a middle aged woman doesn't interest me, but I had this gut feeling that this wasn't just some stupid and random piece of information. I listened in on the woman's conversation a little while longer and got the name and the company the woman worked for. I decided that the next night I would go over to the woman's workplace and take a look.

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