Shadoe: Revisited

Chapter Eight

I stood on the roof of STAR Labs, after having just watched the sun go down. I contacted Cisco earlier in day through a burner phone telling him to meet me on the roof not actually expecting him to show. I mean, you get an anonymous text telling you to go somewhere and any sane being would do exactly the opposite. Except Cisco Ramon. Of course.

I stood with facing the lights of the city at night with my back towards the door. The door twisted open and an audible gasp emitted from it.

I turned, a few sheets of papers in my hand rustling with the nighttime wind.

"Cisco Ramon," I called out over the wind, my voice distorter on and secure.

Cisco stood stock still, eyes wide open, jaws slack.

I raised my hand, thankful they were gloves but were also fingerless, snapping my fingers loudly in his eye vision.
He blinked rapidly before turning his full attention onto me,

"Shadoe," he breathed (barely), "W-what are you doing here, in Central City?"

"I need you help," I replied, "If you're done gaping that is," I added.

Cisco's eyes practically glazed over and he whispered to himself under his breath, fortunately for me I have sharp ears (believe me it can be a curse),

"Wow Shadoe needs my help. Little old me!"

I cleared my throat, it sounding like a mix between a growl and a roar through the mic.

His gaze snapped back to reality and by extension, me,

"What do you need?" His voice sounded strong and confident; just what I needed.

First I had to quiz him,

"Do you believe in the impossible, Mr Ramon?"

He scoffed,

"I mean, the Shadoe is on my roof right now which is no easy feat I applaud you-"

"Your point?" I cut off. I'm a impatient person at nature.

"Sorry, what I meant to say, was: yes. Of course. Believing in the impossible has to be a factor. Without that how could we as scientists ever hope to succeed and take risks?"

I smiled, it coming out more like a smirk; that's what I was looking for.

I handed him the sheaf of papers I had spent so long on after a lot of editing, re-editing and then just wasting paper altogether.

"I would like you to design these for me. I've written the measurements, possible colour schemes and possible materials,"

He shifted through the papers roughly,

"What's the criteria? To get a better idea of what materials to use?"

"That's why I picked you," I had to think for a moment of a way to put it without it sounding like I was on crack; I couldn't, "For the first design, I need a material that can withhold friction up to practically impossible levels and therefore avoid catching on fire like what firefighters wear,"

Cisco nodded, a pen scribbling down everything I was saying.

"The next suits a little tougher,"

Cisco scoffed humorously,

"As if this isn't tough already."

I silently agreed and carried on,

"Like the first design, it has to be a material to withhold friction and be inflammable but it also needs to be able to conform to the user's needs. In this case, the used can - believe it or not - turn invisible and so the materials needs to turn invisible with her. I thought you could merge the two materials needed together by weaving it but you're the designer here, so do what you think is best."

I waited for Cisco to finish writing, noticing his hand froze in two separate incidences; first when I mentioned friction then even longer when I mentioned invisibility; I brushed it off, assuming it was shock yet my gut told me otherwise.

He gathered the sheets together,

"I'll see what I can do, Shadoe."

I gave a curt nod,

"Remember, I'm trusting you with this. It may be vital in the future."

He nodded, still a little dazed.

I turned to jump off, but paused, my head turning instead of my entire body,

"Thanks you, Mr Ram-"

"Cisco."

"Thank you, Cisco."

And with that, I proceeded to jump leaving behind an awe-struck Cisco yelling after me,

"Can you tell me who they're for?"

~

Less than a month later, I found myself, once again, in Central City. But this time it wasn't to 'pick up a package'.

Oliver wasn't too happy to let me go having been living in Starling for the longest since I left Central the first time. I tried to convince that he seriously didn't need me to protect the city. Like I said, I tried.

I told him about my plan: Shadoe was moving to Central City. If I got powers that night two months ago no doubt others did as well, and who's telling what they would do with them? With these new powers I would (somehow) be able to protect the citizens of this city from said people. Just like any other city, Central had it's dark side, I guess.

If you don't know why I asked Cisco to create another suit just leave this story now - no I'm joking - PLEASE STAY.

One more thing, if you haven't guessed already, I'm psychic. Have been since I was 13. But unlike my speed, it's not something I can control, or even be aware of. My mind tells me what it wants when it wants. I get visions 99% percent of the time when I sleep, and let's not get into that little 1% there. I can usually see the future but it's in glimpses and usually pretty useless details. So all in all not a very life changing thing. But here and there I get something that is actually useful - then I never know what to do with it. Anyways. That's me.

So I had this vision, that this scarlet speedster would become the hero of this city. So before he arrives I'll just step in for a bit, if I can control my invisibility that is (still having a bit of trouble). So I just decided why not speed up the process a bit and get his suit made and things like that. How do I know the correct measurements? I hear you ask. Well, in my vision, I didn't see his face (coincidence, right?) but I did see his body - don't worry he was wearing a suit. So I just memorised the details on the suit and also measurements-I have my forensic skills to thank for that.

Before Shadoe appears before the people of Central City as a superhuman, she has to train. A lot. Welp.