Enigma | A Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Previously:

    “Aspen,” he said, louder and more confident. She stopped talking and looked up at her adoptive father.

“Yes?” Oliver didn’t say anything but instead gave her a hug. She hesitated before hugging back, confused with what was happening. “It’s only been twelve hours, Ollie, I thought you’d be more reprimanding.”

“Twelve hours?” Oliver said, pulling away from the hug. He gave Aspen a look of confusion. “Aspen, you’ve been missing for four years.”

Now:

Aspen heart stopped as she processed what Oliver told her. “Four y-years?” she asked, making sure she heard him correctly.

“Yes,” he nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. Aspen’s breath caught in her throat and she stumbled around until Oliver caught her.

“No, i-it couldn’t have been that long,” she rambled. “I was only gone for a couple of hours, ask Roy, he was with me last night—”

Aspen’s sentence was cut short as a loud ringing filled the air, and she felt like the room was spinning. She tried to steady herself by holding onto Oliver, but the room spun faster. Thoughts raced through her head, each one screaming louder than the last one.

‘How was she gone for four years?’

‘Why didn’t she remember them?’

‘Where was she?’

‘Who orchestrated it?’

‘Why her?’

“Aspen! What’s wrong?” Oliver asked in a worried tone, pulling Aspen out of her thoughts.

“I-I don’t know,” Aspen shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her head. Oliver moved her over to a chair in the corner of the room and made her sit down. She looked up at him as he tried to tell her something, but the ringing was overpowering. Aspen couldn’t hear herself think anymore and she put her hands over her ears to try to block out the noise.

She barely heard Ollies’ footsteps as he ran somewhere, and thought she heard her name being called out. Aspen looked up to see who was calling her name and immediately regretted it.

The room spun faster and faster until everything turned black, and she slumped over in the chair.

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Oliver’s POV

Aspen was back.

After four years of endless searching, both solo and on League-sanctioned missions, she was back.

Linda, the receptionist, had called Oliver only moments earlier to deliver the delightful, yet shocking news, and he almost didn’t believe what she told him until he watched Aspen walk right into his office.

As soon as her eyes met his, she launched into an explanation of some sort, which confused Oliver. He was expecting her to be more… emotional.

He tried to get her attention while she was explaining, but she wouldn’t listen to him. After the second time he called out her name, however, she stopped her rant and looked up. Oliver’s initial shock finally wore off and he moved closer to her and gave her a long hug. Oliver was overjoyed that his daughter was back, even if she wasn’t his by blood.

Surprisingly, Aspen hesitated before returning the action and continued her rambling, though this time, her voice carried more of a confused tone.

“It’s only been twelve hours, Ollie, I thought you’d be more reprimanding.”

“Twelve hours?” he repeated, confused as to why she didn’t know how much time had actually passed. “Aspen, you’ve been missing for four years.”

He watched as shock and confusion passed over her face, and she repeated his last few words.

“Four y-years?” she stuttered, and Oliver nodded. ‘Why didn’t she know that?’

“No, i-it couldn’t have been that long. I was only gone for a couple of hours, ask Roy, he was with me last night—” She stopped mid-sentence and Oliver noticed her face starting to pale.

“Aspen!” he yelled as her footing started to give out and she stumbled around. Oliver quickly moved closer as she grabbed onto his arms. Oliver watched as she spaced out and his worry grew. “Aspen! What’s wrong?” he asked, watching as his daughter paled more and more.

“I-I don’t know,” she replied, although she sounded like her focus was elsewhere. Oliver looked around the room for somewhere to put her. His eyes landed on the small chair in the corner of the room and he moved Aspen over to it.

As she sat down, Oliver finally got a good look at his daughter for the first time in four years.

Her hair wasn’t it’s usual short, straight, variant of a bright or neon color, but instead a light brown, wavey, and ended just above her shoulders. Oliver was surprised she looked the way she did, as it was eerily similar to the way she described the effects of a “medication” she was given as a child by her biological parents.

His breath cut short as gears in his mind turned. If it was the same drug, it could cause her more health problems than just shock.

“Aspen!” Oliver yelled again. Her eyes glassed over and he leaned her against the back of the chair and ran over to his desk. Grabbing his phone, he dialed Dinah’s number as fast as he could. “Hold on Aspen, I’m trying to get you help.”

He watched in dismay as she slumped over in the chair, passed out. The dial tone ended as Dinah finally picked up.

“Oliver?”

“Dinah, we have a problem.”

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