Cracking An Enigma (a YJ fanfic) COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty Four: Annabeth Verge

"When you get what you want, but not what you need."
Coldplay, Fix You

ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER, I was gloomy. I woke up, silent, remembering that today was the day.

The anniversary of my mum's death.
It took me a while to get out of bed, and when I did, I found I wasn't hungry. When I slipped into the kitchen, Natasha gave me a sympathetic look, and handed me some tickets. My eyes widened when I saw them.

"I told Batman you're taking a day off," she explained, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I figured you'd need some deja Vu. The plane leaves at twelve, and..." She checked the clock. "It's around five now. Go to the theatre."

I glanced at her, then to the plane tickets to London, a ticket to and back. Then I muttered a quiet, "Thank you," before going to get dressed.

I got into some jeans and a hoodie. Something simple, that wouldn't make me reveal myself. Then I went out, to Gotham theatre, where I knew I'd find some quality flashbacks.

No one's POV

Black Widow was announced by the computer, as she came through to Mount Justice. M'gann immediately ran over to her.

"Hi, Widow!" She said, giving her a hug. Then she frowned, not seeing her protege behind her.

"Where's Shady?" She questioned. Natasha smiled wryly.

"Taking a day off. Today is a weird day for her,"

"How so?" Asked Kaldur, walking from the kitchen with Robin.

Natasha sucked in her teeth, "All the information I can give you, is that someone very important in her life died on this day a few years ago."

"Oh!" M'gann exclaimed worriedly. "Is she ok?"

"She'll be alright," Natasha laughed, "she just needs some space. She's going on a trip to London, she needs it."

"Where did she live in London?" Asked Robin.

"Well," Natasha hummed, "she was born in Greenwich, and... She was brought up in Peckham until she was around seven." She shrugged. "That's all I know,"

"She's even secretive around you?" Robin questioned, folding his arms.

"Yeah," laughed Wally, "says mr wears-sunglasses-all-the-time." Robin looked at him annoyedly.

"So if Em's not coming, then we don't have a mission?" Asked Artemis, who was standing in a doorway.

"Probably not," Natasha waved nonchalantly. "I just came to tell you." She began to walk out.

"Is there anything you can tell us about Shadow?" Kaldur asked, before she went through the zeta.

"She comes from a bad family," Natasha replied, before she disappeared.

Emilia's POV

I stood outside Gotham's theatre at six am. It was still pretty dark, however even with my sunglasses on, I'd know that poster if I had to feel it with my fingers.

Stuck to a wooden wall, worn away from rain and wind, is an advertisement for one of the greatest shows of all time.

I could still hear Ivan announcing the act.
"And now, we proceed to the play! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the most famous actor and dancer of America: Annabeth Verge!"

It was weird to think my background was musical theatre, considering my absurdly shy nature. However, it was true; I had a strong connection of memories with this place. Not only Mum had performed here several times, but for around six weeks, Dad and I had lay low here to escape the cops.