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章節 49: CHAPTER 45

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[David Lance POV]

I walked down the street towards the library, carrying some snacks and books to return on my black-colored backpack that was neatly strapped to my back.

I was on my way to meet with Rachel after two weeks of not having seen her, and well, I was happy. It wasn't anyone's fault I hadn't been able to visit her until now, but as things happen, life has kept the both of us busy, dealing with different problems, some of them related to the events that had made me run away with her in order to help her clear her name.

But that was neither here nor there, as most of those tides had cleared, leaving nothing but a good in-between, so to speak. 

"Two hotdogs and a soda for 3.99!" 

I stopped, my eyes glancing at the hotdog vendor before checking on my clock; I still had time.

Smiling, I approached the hotdog stand, giving the man a five-dollar bill, asking for a combo and two sodas with a few gestures of my hand, which, thankfully, the man understood without much problem.

"Coming right up, boss!" The hotdog guy said, smiling wide, as he went to prepare my lunch.

I smiled, giving him a small nod as I patiently waited for my food on the side, texting Dinah I would be late today, to not wait for me. I had plans for today; I wanted to hang out with Rachel around the city, showing her some cool places I had learned to love here and there, and because of that, I simply had no time to have dinner with Dinah and Oliver.

[Ok, remember to have something healthy to eat, and yes, that doesn't include hotdogs…]

I smiled at the text before putting my phone back in my pocket as I caught sight of the hotdog guy finishing my order.

"Here you go, boss, two house specials!" The hotdog guy said, giving me a small box that contained in it my order. Nice touch for a street vendor. 

I smiled, taking the box from his hands before leaving a five-dollar tip on his tip jar.

"Thanks, boss!" 

I waved at him warmly before continuing on my path to the library. Opening the hotdog box to dig in on my lunch, taking the first bite that was, much to my delight, superb in every meaning on the way for a hotdog.

I might have found the one for me in the hotdog world.

Smiling at the thought, I continued walking towards the library, finishing my lunch quickly with three bites on each hotdog, leaving me with two sodas in each hand. 

I wonder if the three bites thing was the reason so many people were staring at me in aghast as I ate.

I shrugged, pushing that unimportant question aside as the library came into view, practically apparating a big smile on my face the moment my eyes caught sight of it.

Entering the library, I greeted the librarian with a wave before turning to my spot, or as it was now, our spot, as I shared with Rachel, to find her sitting in the very same place I had met her for the first time, reading just like that time.

"I brought some snacks," Rachel said softly, looking up from her book, a small fleeting smile gracing her face as I took a seat.

I smiled, opening my backpack to show all the vegan snacks I had bought, some with names I doubted anyone could pronounce.

"I don't know half of those," Rachel admitted, looking over the goodies before grabbing the bag of snacks she had brought with her, and putting it in the middle for easier reach for me. "I bought dried meat and other similar snacks for you. Though I doubt you will eat any, you just ate hotdogs, I presume…"

I blinked, slowly sniffing the air to see if I smelled like my recent lunch, which made Rachel roll her eyes in amusement. "I don't need to smell the hotdog in you, to know you ate one… You are a creature of habit, David, you see a hotdog stand, and the primal part of your brain pushes you to go…"

Oh… I see now; she had seen the hotdog guy on her way to the library before me and had connected the dots. ~I feel like I should feel insulted than I am this predictable when it comes to food…~

"I knew the moment I saw the hotdog cart on my way here you would make a quick stop there," Rachel replied, going back to her book, but not before grabbing one of the snacks I had brought for her. 

Ahh, but what she didn't know was that I had the stomach of a superpowered teenager with a godlike metabolism, and therefore, for me, two hotdogs were nothing more than drops of water in the hot desert, under the wrath of three suns!

Grinning at my own inner victory, I grabbed the snacks she had bought and started to dig in. Starting with the dry meats.

"So, what plans did you have for today?" Rachel asked, looking at me devouring the snacks with an unperturbed, almost bored glance.

~Well, I wanted to go and see a movie and then show you around,~ I replied, swallowing what I had been chewing on as I made a small pause to shrug. ~Nothing set in stone, really, besides the movie.~

"I see," Rachel replied softly, with just the hint of a smile, turning her full attention back to her book.

I smiled, grabbing one of the books she had placed near her in order to read something as I ate. 

I had no idea what the future had on hold for me, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn't troubled by the possibility of a tomorrow; things were looking better and better for me. I was working on my problems, my fears, and more with Diana and J'onn, and it helped Rachel was there to help me as well.

She was a master when it came to meditation techniques. They really helped when it came to dealing with oneself.

All and all, I'm happy. 


章節 50: CHAPTER 46

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Corn feels generous today. So if we reach top 2 today, I will post another chap. As a proof of my generosity, here it's is a succulent, bodacious, double release.

Enjoy

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[Rachel Roth POV]

Each of us lives, dependent, and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness. 

That had always been bitterly clear to me.

For as long as I could remember, who I was had always been clear, I was Rachel Roth, a tool, an instrument to halt Trigon for as long as possible. That, however, had an ambiguous hidden meaning because, for many, I was a tool born to aid Trigon in his never-ending quest.

In a way, you could say both ideas were right.

I had been born for that very purpose; Trigon had sired my existence for that very reason.

Azarath had given me a new meaning, a purpose. But, no matter how much I changed, my origins remained the same.

I used to think before meeting David I was bound to one day lose against Trigon. He was immortal, timeless, and I was but a girl facing something I couldn't even begin to understand.

That hadn't changed, at least not entirely.

I still didn't know what awaited me at the end of the tunnel, and this uncertainty scared me.

But now, I felt like I wasn't alone.

It was absurd, I know, but David made me feel like I wasn't alone for the first time in my life.

He was like me, maybe not entirely, but close enough for me to not feel alone. I was aware our circumstances were vastly different, as well as our upbringings, but even then, I knew he could relate.

For we shared an empathic bond, and therefore we were able to understand and share each other feelings in an unspoken way, and for that, I was truly glad.

However, this kindred connection we both shared made me feel terrible because, in a sick way, I was glad his suffering was there, to begin with, as it had allowed us to connect.

I didn't know if that made me a bad person; I certainly didn't want him to suffer; he was my friend.

But I couldn't lie when I said I was glad he could understand me, my burdens, my everything.

~So, did you like the movie?~ David asked, his hands moving over the signs as he looked at me with a smile, snapping me out of my long reverie.

"It was terrible; the protagonist seemed like he was trying to die as soon as possible," I replied quietly. I would never understand horror movie protagonists. Had the protagonist taken the logical path, he would've survived, and the movie would've ended in fifteen minutes.

~That's horror movies for you; what I do to avoid questioning their choices is I simply assume they have a single-digit IQ, and then I'm fine with their decisions,~ nodded David tossing his empty drink into a trashcan as he passed it by.

I smiled; that was an interesting way to accept their faulty decisions. "I will do that the next time."

David smiled, tilting his head in my direction. ~So, ready to explore the city?~

I nodded; I had, after all, been meaning to explore Star City to be better accustomed to my new home. I had picked this city for various reasons, some more important than others. "Yes, I'm ready."

~Wonderful,~ replied David, a warm smile gracing his face once more.

I smiled; who was I kidding? He had been the reason I had picked this city above all others, my first friend; I wonder if that makes me a clingy friend, I might need to read a book or two about the subject later on, without David knowing.

I would die from the embarrassment if he saw me reading those kinds of books.

As I pondered over that embarrassing thought, an explosion went off in the far distance, which caught David's attention as well as mine. Immediately after, David's phone vibrated, and as he took his phone out of his back pocket to read the message, I caught sight of the sender.

His sister, Dinah Lance.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, not at all bothered if he had to; I admired the path he had taken; helping others was not a job that was often rewarded, I knew that.

David didn't reply immediately, reading the text message his sister had sent him before shaking his head. ~It's fine; others have it under control.~

I nodded, feeling how his emotions overflowed with confidence in what he had said. He had no doubts, not even the slightest. 

Heroes.

For most, they are beacons of hope, but in reality, they are simply ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary, for it wasn't the power that made the hero but the will to use them for what they thought was right, after all. A true hero wasn't measured by the size of his strength but by the strength of his heart.

It was admirable.

I wonder if I can become a hero.

Using the powers meant to hurt, destroy and subdue others to save them.

It would be poetic in more than one sense.

~You want to walk, or do we take cabs?~ asked David.

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[Batman POV]

New file.

Security level: OMEGA.

Password: DELTA/CHARLIE/27/5/1939

Enable new protocol.

Title: Agamemnon contingency - In progress.

I have carefully studied the new individual known as Rachel Roth, analyzing past and present events in the attempt to create a plan in order to neutralize her should that become necessary.

Agamemnon contingency file code name: Demon Gate.

If Rachel Roth ever becomes a threat to the planet, the following prototype protocols need to be enacted to ensure our survival.

Magical threats are tricky to deal with but not impossible; for this particular threat, simulations have estimated the helm of fate has to come into action, bringing Dr. Fate back into the world. While Dr. Fate's power alone can't deal with Trigon, his power should be enough to will incapacitate Rachel Roth, stopping the threat. Further testing is required.

Contingency plan in progress. More data is required for a better analysis and possible results.


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