𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡... (𝘗. 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳)

Part 8

After Bailey took off she decided she needed somewhere to stay. She thought about going to Oliver, but he didn't need to worry about her right now. He had his own things going on, so she decided on one of the abandoned subway carts she was going to use at her base. It was small and definitely not very homey, but it was her only option right now. 

Bailey lays across some chairs and falls asleep. Too bad she had school tomorrow.

Peter walks into class late. Hey! There was a mugging! Let him live! Peter sits next to Bailey and notices she has her head down, sleeping. Peter glances at Ned who shrugs. Peter shakes Bailey. "Bailey. Class is about to start." Bailey lifts her head up and stretches. "Sorry, I Didn't sleep very good last night." Peter nods and class begins.

After school Peter was ranting to Bailey about... something. She wasn't really listening, especially when she saw a certain body guard in from of the school. She turns red and marches up to him, leaving Peter in the dust. Then Peter sees Happy too. He smiles. Maybe Mr. Stark had a mission for him!  "What are you doing here Happy?" Peter was confused. Why was Bailey talking to Happy? "Tony told me to pick you up so you don't go out and be stupid." Bailey laughs bitterly and runs a hand through her hair. "Of course he did." She adjusts her backpack and notices the staring, but she doesn't care. "Well I'm not going." She starts walking off. Why did Mr. Stark want Bailey? "Bailey he wants you home now." She shakes her head. "Tell him to go screw himself. He's good at that." She walks off mad, then rounds a corner and is long gone. Peter walks up too Happy in the car. He looks to where Bailey was. "What was that about?" Happy tightens his grip on the steering wheel ignoring Peter. "Damn Stark family drama." Then he drives off. "Wait, what?" Peter watches as Happy drives off then looks to the direction Bailey left in and runs to her, but when he rounds the corner, he sees nothing. "What?"

 Bailey walks down the street grumbling to herself. If her father wanted her safe then why send Happy, a very well known face to the press, to her school just to pick her up? God what was wrong with him?! Suddenly Bailey's phone bings. She looks at it and it was FRIDAY alerting her of a near by robbery. Bailey hides in an alley and slides into her suit. She runs to the scene and knocks out the tow truck driver and then the two motorcyclists. She runs into the truck and pushes the person out. She runs off thinking it was handled but the sound of a gunshot makes her turn around. As she runs past she sees one of the crooks without his mask, and he looked oddly familiar. Bailey runs to the cop and FRIDAY scans his wounds. "FRIDAY where's the nearest hospital?" Directions appear before her eyes and she takes off.

Later Bailey returns to the scene, crime kit in her bag. She tries to cross the line but an officer stops her. "I'm CSI." The officer laughs then calls the detective over. "This kid is saying she is CSI." The detective laughs. "Sure you are kid. Let me see some ID then." Bailey rolls her eyes and pulls out her Central City CSI badge. The detective eyes her and then the badge. "Central City? What are you doing in New York?" The officer lifts up the tape and lets her through. "I woke up from a coma and my dad brought me back home to New York." The detective nods and Bailey gets to work. "Guard says there was three of them." Bailey shakes her head. "Actually there was four." The detective glares at her and she continues. He isn't nearly as intimidating as Sihgn was. "That's deffinetly a four guy truck. A driver, two more to cover the guards, and..." Bailey's eyes narrow as the looks at the door. "Somebody used liquid nitrogen to crack open this door, so four bad guys." The detective looks pissed. Probably because he just got told off by a kid. "Thank you Miss Allen for your brilliant insight." When he isn't looking Bailey sticks her tongue out at him.

In the train station, Bailey scrolls through Central City mug shots to find the guy from the robbery. She smiles as she spots him. "Yahtzee. Leonard Snart." Bailey snorts at his name, then looks through his history. Dirty cop father, abused... Then Bailey's phone goes off. It was a text from Natasha.