"Huh, so what do you know. The Devil does wear prada." Laura commented in a snide remark, driving right past the 'Welcome to Gotham City' sign. Taking the exit off of the highway, and driving towards the hellhole of a city. Her trip to Portland was of course, short lived. But half the ride there, she had Adrian with her for company. Her rules, she drives, she picks the music. Adrian shuts up, or gets thrown out of the car.

"See, I'm actually not the devil. I've been telling you this for the past six years, dear." Adrian responds in an accent one would normally hear around Newcastle. Just his response makes her scoff and roll her eyes.

"I never got the sense of buying a shirt over twenty dollars. You? I don't even want to ask how you come up with the money to own half the things you do." She scoffed, turning up the volume on the radio. Adrian said if he was really going to be in the car with her, she had to listen to something other than a cassette tape. She knows he's been all in all annoying, but she still had discs to pop into the machine.

"I'm an Antisocial anarchist, I sound like so and so. They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical. Rock'n'roll is dead, I probably shoulda stayed in school. Another Generation X who somehow slipped up to the crack, oh they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back." Laura tapped her fingers against the steering wheel while the music played, pressing more pressure on the gas pedal and picking up a little more speed.

"It's all about image, I'm shocked to hear that coming from you. Stripping your father's coat off of his cold corpse and wearing it like your own grief. Such a family tradition of yours, isn't it?" Adrian replied, turning to look at the blonde driver besides him. His dark brown eyes showing off a glimmer of red just for a moment before he blinked. Smirking, and allowing a strand of dark brown hair to be swept back into place by his hand.

"So it goes, in one ear! And right out the other! People talkin' shit but you know I never bother!" The music went on, Laura only picked up the pace on speed a little bit and allowed her fingers to curl tightly around the wheel. Knuckles white, gripping it as if she were imagining it was Adrian's neck.

"First, daddy dearest takes the coat off of his mentor right before damning the bastard to hell. Then you come along, and retaliate against him not giving a damn about you and little (Y/n)? It was all about Rose, wasn't it. The weakest little Constantine of them all. I heard she'd never even met John until Clark took up to the regime. (Y/n) grows up with that saint of a mother, but for some reason you get stuck with mean old pops. If I dind't know any better, I'd say you killed him right before coming here. It would explain why you have his coat. Can't exactly be a Constantine without the iconic trench coat." Adrian mused on, leaning over and turning the music up even louder than it already was.

"Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life. I ain't trying to hide me' flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light. They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone. Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne! They say the devil is my pal, I do a 'lotta drugs! The crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk! They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least if they listened to these words tucked beneath. But it goes in one ear, and right out the other!" Adrian kept that arrogant smirk plastered across his lips, unrolling his window and letting the Gotham Night air come flying in through the tinted black glass. Bright lights from the city could be seen as only blurs.

"When you were a cop, you never killed anyone. When you were sitting behind bar counters thinking your dad didn't know where you were at, you never killed anyone. Why now, Laura. Bruce even sent you here, isn't that more of a reason to, I don't know, follow in line just like everybody else does?" He asked, straightening the dark purplish red tie a little more. Placing the silver tie bar through it, and connecting it to his black button up. It's not exactly surprising that the tie is the only splash of color he has on, he's living up to his expectations.

"I've only killed seven people. You don't have any room to talk, creating natural disasters is just a snap of the wrist for you." Laura muttered, picking up even more speed. To a point where the speed limit signs just became laughable to Adrian, raising an eyebrow as each one would pass.

He made a small notable humming sound, letting his eyes wander out of the window and onto the large towers that occupied Gotham. Wayne Towers, ins the reality where he came from he's pretty much banned from there. Small incident that involved shoving one of his kids into the fountain in the front of the building. Laura was there, it was probably the first time she ever met Bruce on terms with becoming a member of the insurgency. Good times, he wonders if he can get banned from there again but by even further drastic measures.

Ten minutes of nothing but loud music and the wind blowing through their hair, Adrian decided to roll the window up upon deciding to maybe smart off his mouth just a little more. See how far Laura can go until the words crack, pushing her to her limits. He wants to see her break. Possibly kill an eighth person. Maybe, anyways. He's not exactly a great influence. Which is why she never left him to watch you for long periods of time during the time you were apart of the insurgency.

"I bet you Nergal is having fun with that little minx of your sister. I wonder if she's met Astra yet, one of your father's mistake for another I assume?" He asked, unclicking the seatbelt and feeling his body shift forwards just the tiniest bit when her hands gripped on the wheel even tighter, and her arms swayed to start a position off the road.

He glanced over and narrowed his eyes, and instantly watched Laura's go wide with shock, then subside down with anger. The dark grey shades not even resembling blue in the night, angry and fixated onto the road. She had a visible scowl on her face, and knowing full well. This is why he took off his seatbelt. A little fun, you could say.

He smirked when watching her ring her arms around to the right in a sharp movement, curving the car off the road to a point he could literally feel the wheels tip before she slammed both of her feet on the brakes. Still having her foot on the gas when making such a sharp turn, and pulling into the parking lot of a gas station.

Her breathing became rushed and angry, snapping her head in his direction to look at him.

When the car turned, he felt himself having the reach for the handle above the door, letting out a loud excited yelp while doing so. Bracing himself when she slammed on the breaks, but needing to brace himself more for her oncoming yelling.

"I didn't kill my father. Get out of my car, don't ever talk to me about (Y/n) or Astra ever again." Her teeth are grit together, and she's speaking through them as if she can't even be bothered to take up a kind voice. Why should she? This man just did more than insult her dead sister. Along with someone who she viewed as a friend before her passing.

"Oh, my lov-"
"I SAID GET OUT!" She wastes no time in reaching for the glove box near her, causing his curious and prying eyes to follow in satisfaction. They dwindle down into agitation once he realizes what she's pulled out.

Her fingers moved with cutting edge grace, an index finger going through the opening by the blade. The rest of her fingers curling around the curved handle, thumb pressing just to the edge of it as she lashed over to him. Pressing the open curvature of the blade to the fitting place against his throat, drawing just a bead of dark red blood.

"You've got to be the only woman to spite me enough to go to hell, just to forge something that can hurt me. How did all that effort pay off? I sure do hope you left your mark down there. Still have the coin? How'd I'd love to go back for a visit." He paused, raising both his hands in surrender. Laughing felt a little off, even a minor chuckle let him feel the cutting edge of the blade shift closer to him. That small bead turned into a thin scream that was now swimming it's way past his right collarbone.

"As William Congreve said, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Something I'm well sure your sister understood quite well-"

"Get. Out."

All she did was blink, and he was gone right before she opened her eyes once again.

If she's going to make contact with you, she has to do it before he does. But the question still remains. Is she going to go through with why she was sent back here first, or decided to take in the fact that you aren't dead here.

She knows that everyday she passes without contacting Bruce, more people are killed or put on trial for their 'crimes' against the regime. Anybody who has a mind of their own? As long as they've kept quiet about it, they'll live. But with Adrian gone and out of the picture for the time being, Laura has no way of telling what's going on. He could easily go between both realities, still apart of the regime undercover.

That's not going to last long, and the last thing she's heard? It wasn't good.

​​​​​Damian Wayne from that reality, his whereabouts have been unaccounted for. For someone on the regime, that can be either extremely dangerous, or extremely well. He could be off doing Regime business, possibly attempting to track the Insurgency down. Laura thinks attempt because well, the last hiding spot the Insurgency had was in the Tower of Fate.

She's been keeping a close eye on him, even from the beginning of this ridiculous war between the Regime and the Insurgency. (Y/n)'s death was painless and quick, at someone's request. See, Laura knows her sister is a good person at heart. Which is why she was an avid member of the Insurgency. Laura can say that without a shadow of a doubt, if the same mistakes were to play out in this reality, where the Regime and the Insurgency were to become this reality's main issue. You would still choose the side you chose. Damian, being the conflicted example of why nature over nurture proves more effective. Chose the Regime.

Laura's a detective, even before everything that happened. She could easily put two and two together when Damian wasn't apart of a Regime scheme during the same time (Y/n) wasn't there to show up for Insurgency meetings upon how to deal with the Regime. Laura obviously wasn't the only detective within the insurgency, Bruce soon figured it out too. She explained everything, which also ended up explaining how she was getting personal information about the Regime. Where they were going to be at certain times, who they had plans to carry out capture for court on. Public executions were usually how those court meetings would end. Clark himself, as the judge.

Damian screwed up on something, and was seen with her. Laura can easily say that was probably his final push to the Regime for once and for all. After that? There's no way he could have come to the Insurgency. (Y/n) was more than just an asset to the team, she was a beloved friend. Lara didn't get along with you at first, but eventually? Things started to take a turn for the better.

Until Damian of course, got caught.

Laura remembers being in the cave with the rest of the Insurgency. All of them sitting around the screen while waiting to see who the next sorry sod Clark was going to put on trial. There came a point where doing anything just became impossible, and all efforts just lead to the death of other Insurgency members.

You were put on trial. A public execution.

Laura remembers dropping everything she was holding in that moment while your face was shown. As Clark explained your crimes, describing you as a spy to the Insurgency. Damian sat next to Clark, and didn't say a word. Laura remembers getting ready to go to the public meeting the second she saw your face. You came without a fight, but apparently one of the Regime officers decided that it wasn't enough to take you in as quietly as you were willing to go.

She remembers the sound of a gun firing while she was getting everything together, she turned around and caught a small glimpse.

It wasn't soon after this that John left to take Rose to an even safer place. After witnessing the death of one of his daughters, it was time to take his most vulnerable one to somewhere even safer. Laura chose to stay, not without punching him across the face first.

It's safe to say that within the next few months when she saw him again, things had changed. (Y/n)'s death did in fact leave a bitter taste in her mouth. Laura didn't kill her father. Someone else did, and she was only there to see the aftermath.

Laura sucks in a breath and slowly draws her hand back to her side. Dropping the karambit knife to her side before slowly just letting her body go limp, and her forehead press to the horn of the car.

She moved her hands to to the wheel and the only sound besides the already shit off music was the sound of the horn letting out one continuous beep. Muffling her silent sobs while she kept going through things in her head.

Go to the GCPD and use the bat signal right now, contact Batman and call him out as being Bruce Wayne the instant she see's him. Explain everything, and then have him, on a fragment of the possibility he believes her, tell the Justice League. Then, with the help of Adrian, unfortunately. She can have him take the entire Justice League plus herself back to her reality, and have it all dealt with there. No more people have to die, things get settled, and then all those deaths that the Insurgency had taken too, won't be in vain.

Or, just on the whims of witnessing your death, she can see you and spend some time with you before even letting the thought of contacting Bruce come across her mind. Maybe if it's to just say goodbye to you, or maybe have one last dinner with you.

Laura wipes her eyes with she sleeved of her fathers old coat, and lets out a shaky breath.

She knows full well that if she's going to make contact with you just to say goodbye, it won't work. It'll only be a beginning to something. As if she could just stop at goodbye, she'd want to know you. She'd want to know everything about you. She'd want to know how you were, who your friends were, what your favorite things are. She'd want to know if you're happy. She'd want to know you. 

She could do it, and nobody would even know that an entire planet probably died because she only wanted more time with you. She knows it's entirely selfish, but Laura can't count for a single time in her life that things have ever completely gone her way.

And as she sits back up and calms herself down, she knows that it's going to stay that way.

She starts the car back up, and turns the volume all the way down. Stiffens her back up, and pulls a strand of hair out of her face
Because she takes the next right and goes back to police station.

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***

"Mar'i. Why does the entire tower smell like bleach?" Robin asked, getting out of the Elevator with Blue Beetle and Impulse at his side. Recently, there's been lots of Kobra activity that leads into America. It starts in other countries, and one near by was where they just came back from a covert mission on. Finding out that there's clear signs of there being a facility in Mexico, and three places in America. It's all the needed to know, along with ruining their current supply that they were working on in the facility the three just came from. At the moment, the team is working only covert and quieter missions. Staying in the dark is what they need right now, no matter how hard that is to keep a promise. Impulse has been making that quite hard.

"I dislike ants very much." She mumbles quietly in response, standing in front of the elevator with crossed arms and a less than amused look on her face. Superboy hears the commotion going on, and comes into the main room of the Titans tower where the elevator leads in.

"Ants?" Robin muttered quietly, stepping out of the elevator to see both Superboy and Mar'i not standing on the ground, but so forth Levitating. Of course, Raven is nowhere to be seen right now. She prefers to spend most of her time alone on the island unless it calls for a mission.

Robin turns to look at Inpulse, a questioning look as he sees the crumbs that basically follow in leads wherever he goes.

"What? I have a fast metabolism."

Que a face palm, and among seeing the six large bottles of bleach that lay empty on a table near by, all he can do is sigh of annoyance.

Part of him can't wait to come back to Gotham tomorrow. He knows the trip will take a couple days, but this is exactly why he feels the need to go back to gotham even it's it's momentarily for a short while.

But something tells him the Titans aren't going to stay on the island for very long. Call it a gut feeling, or intuition.