UnMasked Nomad

13

^^ Vera Markov ^^

— Erin —

Zatanna immediately silenced everyone who was casting spells with the simple wave of her hands, then slammed her hands together, making the floor shiver. "Erif eht fo noitacol eht em ot laever!"

A soft yellow trail of smoke was revealed, coming from the front door, and leading across the street, to the top floor of the building, and immediately, I started towards it, along with all the Leaguer's that Zatanna had called.

I cleared my throat. "Whoa Whoa Whoa, boys and girls!!! Civilians shouldn't go towards a fire, helpful intentions or no!" I stressed the fact that they weren't their alter egos at the moment, and they all paused. "Also, it's a Fire, Zatanna and I can handle a fire... I think. Never fought a fire before, actually... Zatanna, how do I...?"

"Just get everyone out, I'll put it out." She smiled and spoke another spell, suddenly wearing her stage outfit, and flew towards the roof of the building.

I nodded and rushed the door, throwing it open and whistling as loud as I could. Everyone turned and stared at me, instantly, and I nodded. "There's a fire on the top floor, you need to get out and wait until it's taken care of!" I pulled the fire alarm for good measure, and the people put down the dresses and outfits they'd been moving around for some unknown purpose, some screaming when the water sprayers turned on.

I made sure they all left, then braced the door open, moving towards the stairs, then paused when someone closed the door, jogging up next to me. "Hey, we haven't been introduced, that's alright, I'm a Cop when I'm not at the other gig. First thing they teach you about fires in the fire academy is you don't let them breath! No open doors, no open windows! Okay?" He asked sternly.

"Alright, that makes sense, Fire needs fuel." I nodded and headed up the stairway, to the second floor. A few People were already headed down, and we directed them to the exit, then systematically cleared each of the three floors below where the fire was apparently at.

I reached for the door handle, and then paused. "Wait, is it don't open it if the handle is hot, or..."

"Correct, if it's hot, leave it closed." He nodded.

"Invulnerable skin, sorry. I can't actually tell." I moved aside, and he nodded, touching the door and handle.

"Not hot, that's good, but we still close this after us." He gripped the door handle, then yelped when it was yanked open, revealing a wet and angry-looking Zatanna. "Oooo...Kay? Fire is... out, I guess?"

She growled something unintelligible, and pointed over her shoulder.

I looked, and raised an eyebrow at the studio set-up, stepping around her and entering the room. "Huh... you fixed all the fire damage already, Zatanna? Sweet, they'll probably forgive the water everywhere, for that!" I laughed, then stared at the massive braziers on either side of the set, and the oil-flames burning within them, the source of the scent. "Ooooh... shit... Uhm... sorry, Z? I thought-"

She held up a finger imperiously, shushing me silently, and then started walking down the stairwell, squeezing her hair out angrily.

I sighed, and looked around at the group of people who were glaring at me now. "Sorry, everyone... that was my bad, I guess... but hey, day five of being a Superhero, and only one accidental fire alarm so far! So... Yay?"

"Indeed, Mishka. That is better than many mistakes a hero could make." A deep voice sounded behind me, and I turned, freezing in place at the woman who was succeeding in staring down at me, (even by only about two inches,) and was built in much the same way as me.