Enigma | A Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Aspen groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. A bright light blinded her and she moved her hand to her face to block it out. A cool breeze made her shiver, even though she thought she remembered to close the window last night.

Her body was sore from last night’s patrol—hopefully Ollie and Dinah would take it easy on her today during training.

She slowly sat up and realized that she wasn’t at home in a bed, but instead on top of a building. The breeze wasn’t coming from an open window, but instead from all around her.

Whatever sense of fatigue she had left her instantly, and she tried to replay what happened last night during patrol that could have left her unconscious.

There was that minor store robbery she stopped, then a potential mugging on the other side of town. There was one more, right before her patrol was over, but she struggled to remember the details.

She vaguely remembered walking above an alleyway and seeing people in all black standing there. That’s where it stopped. Aspen’s mind completely blanked on what came next.

Aspen looked around and found that she was still in Star City, which was good. However, judging by the suns’ position directly above her, she figured it was around noon. Not good.

Noon. That meant she was out for over twelve hours. Ollie was going to kill her.

She sighed and looked down at her body. She found out that she wasn’t in her Enigma uniform, but… civies? There were also bruises up and down her arms, which was weird considering her enhanced-healing abilities.

Her arms weren’t their natural shade of purple, which also surprised her. Normally if she was knocked out, her shape-shifting abilities were the first thing to go out the window.

And where was Roy? He was on patrol with her last night, and he had to have seen what happened.

She figured someone would know what happened, and if not, maybe after all the yelling and scolding, Ollie and Dinah would help her find out what happened. Aspen did not want to face the hounding questions from either of them, and this event would most definitely result in her being benched from patrol and missions for the next week, but she needed to know what happened.

With another deep, long sigh, Aspen got down from the building and began to make her way home.

As she walked down the crowded streets, Aspen noticed small differences that made her do a double-take. She could have sworn there used to be a pizzeria instead of the corner shop that stood there now. And there was a traffic light on an intersection notorious for near-accidents that she knew wasn't there yesterday.

Nothing changed that fast, but Aspen assumed she was still out of it from whatever wiped her memories and pushed it to the back of her mind.

Surprisingly, no one had stopped her while she walked. Normally, she was swamped by reporters and random people who wanted her picture or to ask her questions. Being the adopted daughter of Oliver Queen did that. But no one stopped her. No one even glanced her way.

She shook the thought away and walked down the long driveway of the Queen Mansion.

Aspen did a quick scan of the house to see if her window was open, and sighed when she found it wasn't. If it was open she could try to sneak into her room and play it off as if she was sleeping.

But all of the windows were closed, which made sense, considering the cool temperature.

She walked up to the front door and prepared herself for the chaos that was about to ensue. Aspen took a deep breath and opened the door, peeking her head inside.