A/n: so in the rest of the story, you're going to be reading a bunch of injustice gods among us references. Just a warning.

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It wasn't long before Lea's foster mother came in and checked up on her to make sure she was asleep, or stayed in bed anyways. Portland's not exactly the safest place at night, but that's when Lea finds it easiest to get out of the house.

After all, this is the third family she's been with this year. So it's only natural she'd want to get out so much. Especially when it comes to the family that's taken her in, seeing as they only care for the state pay check they get from being her legal guardians.

But this time when she sneaks out, she does it out of worry for her friends hours away from Portland. With a duffel bag packed and a wallet stuffed with cash to a point it became hard to completely shut it all the way. Let alone put it in her pocket. This isn't money she's been saving up, this is just all the money that rightfully belongs to her ever since her dad, her real one, 'passed away', or went 'missing'. Money that she earned, and money that her dad just wrung out of her for her talents.

In another duffel, she has it filled with every trophy and every tiara she's ever won. Every dress she's even worn that she still kept for some reason. Every certificate to prove they're all real, and not made out of some sterling silver or cheap metals. Alongside all the ridiculous jewelry that was added in on the mix. 

She's leaving Portland, making a stop by Mason's house.

Portland's pretty cold at night, and the piercing she has above her lip directly in the dent above her top lip, the silvery ball medusa piercing. It gets kinda cold at night, giving her lips a light blue tint which causes her to push more of her chin in the grey scarf she has wrapped loosely around her neck.

Narrowed blue eyes continue to star down the alley's she walks through, squared shoulders as both duffles rest their straps on them. Keeping balance is easy, like this. Weights on both sides of the body, though the one with her trophies and tiara sin it is a little heavier. And every now and then she'll get jabbed in the side by a point edge.

There's a gun in the other duffel bag, it's small. It barely fits in her hand either. She bought it last month, only cost her about four grand. Which puts more of a dent in her funds than she really would have wanted, but it's still all very do-able to her. It's a light, and easy to conceal weapon. A revolver chambered for rimless cartridge. It's a black Taurus 380. She's practiced taking it apart and putting it back together to a point she now feels like she could do it with her eyes closed. Then again, this is just a small revolver and that's basically no achievement.

Strands of dark purple hair keep blowing in her face along with the wind, and the black roots of her hair that're growing out only emphasize the fairness of her skin whenever any street lamps shine bright on it. The pink tinge to her cheeks due to the cold temperatures, the tip of her nose going pink as well.

What's keeping her the most warm is the green parka with black sleeves, the faux fur on the hood of the jacket over a knit beanie on her head. The coldness to the air is making her ears itch, especially around the gauges she's wearing. It's also a reminder on her legs that since it's getting colder, she should probably stop wearing jeans with holes in them without leggings on under it. Thankfully, the combat boots with the warm interior are enough to keep her actually wanting to walk to Mason's house.

Once she gets to the apartments that he stays in, she's taking off both duffles and tossing them over a large fence. Rolling her shoulders, before hooking her fingers in the square shaped openings and pulling her body up and over it, putting her feet in the open spaces and climbing up and over the fence until she's sitting on the top of it. Fingerless gloves making her grip easier, and once she's at the top it's just a matter of landing on her feet.

She lands on her hands and knees, weight tipping over enough for her to roll forwards and end up on her back instead. Hat and hood flying off her head, letting the dark purple short strands sprawl out above her like a halo encasing her features.

She really can't help but wonder if you'd be annoyed with her right now, or disappointed in how she's going about all of this. She knows you wouldn't approve of the gun, and she knows it's something she'll probably have to hide from you when she gets to you.

Because she plans on going to Gotham.

None the less, she sits up and turns around, cringing as she reaches out for the knit black beanie and then proceeds to slip it back on over her head. Shoulder length hair that's only slightly curled goes back under the white fur lined hood. Shaking off a few leaves before getting back up, picking up her duffel bags and then makes her way to Mason's apartment, where he's been staying with his mom and two younger brothers.

It took her just a little longer to get the teenagers attention, throwing pinecones at his window and then switching to small pebbles when he didn't open it to answer. Both duffel bags on the ground next to a large oak tree with a makeshift hammock on it, that you actually had a part in making. Just being around it made Lea a little sentimental, which is why she stepped away from it to gather more pinecones and pebbles.

"Hey, loser!" She yelled, voice sounding raw as if she'd just gotten done screaming for the past three hours. Cupping her hands around her mouth and doing so for the next forty seconds until he decides to open the window.

It's one of those windows where you pull it up, so she's watching as he pushes up the window. His arms that show the faintest detail of muscles, which is a bit of a surprise to her. This is Mason, after all. All throughout middle school he was that awkward scrawny and lanky kid. Now he's getting muscles? Confusing. And it causes Lea to cross her arms, and lean on a single leg with a raised eyebrow.

He's wearing a white buttoned up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button down. Shaggy blonde hair keeps falling in front of hazel eyes, but when they aren't his annoyed look for her is being thrown to her figure.

"Aren't you missing the boombox on your shoulder and a rose in your hand? You're shitty at declaring your love for me." Mason said, with the window completely open and leaning against the frame by placing his elbow on the bottom pane and resting his chin in his hand, smirking.

"Shut up, am I going up or are you coming down? You saw it too, earlier. We can't stay here if (Y/n)'s dad already left to Gotham." Lea stated calmly, closing her eyes and scoffing out a breath that was warmer than the air she was breathing in, due to the white cloud that passed her lips from her lungs.

The both of them knew you since you were in kindergarten, basically. And by the faintest memories, they remember how your dad was and the things he got associated in. Sometimes, Mason swears he's seen a ghost in the bookstore. The both of them were pretty convinced the entire block was haunted because of your dad. And they heard things about him from the resident clairvoyant dealing out tarot cards that you would, hopefully, never hear.

"Dude, it's cold out and my nipples are already feeling it. I'm not gonna have it. Nope, too cold." He stated, leaning forwards out the window and sticking his head out as if to check the temperatures. Upon having a closer look, he saw aboth black and heavy loaded duffel bags on the ground behind her.

"Don't tell me you're planning on going to Gotham. It's bad enough (Y/n) had to go there, and as far as I've read? It's pretty dangerous. Like, Detroit dangerous. And what's in the other bag? It's way more loaded than the other one." Mason pointed to the bag further back, only for Lea to start tapping her foot in the barkchips to exhibit her impatience. It's getting cold, and she can feel her nose running.

"You know (Y/n) just as well as me. And we both know she's not going to be able to handle dear old 'Pop's coming back in her life like that. Dude, he literally came up to my house, on the doorstep, and asked if Ms. (L/n) was still in town, and then proceeded to ask about (Y/n). He gave us the card, the card that (Y/n) always carried around!" She exclaimed, and might I say she exclaimed loudly. Scowling even while fishing out said card from her pocket.

"Yeah, I know. He stopped by here too. Stopped by her grandparents place too and got kicked off and 'banished' from the property land. that's what Maria said, at least. Are you really going to go to gotham? How do you plan on getting there, and what about Charlie? He's gonna be so heartbroken when he see's you're gone. You know the kid looks up to you, as bad as a choice that is." Mason retorted, shooting an index finger in the older teenagers general direction. In return, another scowl and a harsh and cold glare from her. Something she's been prone to doing more often, now.

"I have a friend, he said he'd offer me a ride as far as Ohio and then I'd be on my own. Which, I can do. I just have to meet him at Sandpoint-"
"You're going to Idaho, on your own?!"
"Not if you come with me."

"Lea.." Mason dragged on, his facial features leaving the accusing and irrational look towards her. Fixing into something of a mixture of upset and disappointed.

"Mason please." She wasn't begging, but her voice was soft and it was hard for Mason to clearly focus on the suddenly silent tone to her voice. She turns sixteen in December, whereas Mason turns sixteen in March. She's older than him, but that doesn't mean she makes better decisions.

"I have a family-"
"Unlike me?" Her retort to cut him off was harsh and curt, voice filled with venom and spite.

Her father went missing a couple years ago, and she was too young to remember much of her mother. Ever since? Foster families. too many of them, not caring enough to call them family aside from maybe a kid or two she considered a brother or a sister. Charlie was one of them, and if Mason had one point at least? It was that Charlie was going to be heartbroken by this, to an extent that Lea didn't want to think about.

Now, Mason had both his parents. His father is a nurse, and his mother runs a small coffee shop in Mississippi Marketplace. He's got two younger brothers, too. Alexander and Lukas. One of them's eight, the other is eleven. Lukas is the youngest, Mason's obviously the oldest.

"Lea, you know that's not what I meant. I wasn't even going to say that, I was gonna say that they'd only call authorities. And then our faces would be all over the news. Do you really want that?" He questioned, both backing himself up and making a point.

"What're you afraid of?" Lea asked, changing the topic. Knowing full well of the next question Mason was going to bring up.

"What about the people that took you in? They're gonna wake up the next morning, look in your room and move around the blankets covering a line of pillows. Right, that's what you did? You stuffed pillows under your blankets and then decided to go out the window. They're gonna think you ran away, just like you ran from the last family that the state put you in-"

"They're not my family, they only care about the check. Mason, if you're trying to guilt tip me, it's not working." She stated, pausing and uncrossing her arms and taking a step forwards, with balled up fists to white knuckles.

"If money is an issue, I have it covered. All that bullshit dad put me through, I'm getting rid of these stupid trophies and tiaras, along with some of the stupid dresses he made me hold onto. I counted it all up, do you know how much money is gonna come out of this? I can just sell it or pawn it off." She stated, trying to talk the least about the reason why she has so many of these trophies and tiaras. And how she won them all.

Lea was a pageant girl. And she'll probably punch anybody who brings it up without her permission.

"Lea, none of that is the point. I'm not going to stop you from going-"
"I have a gun."

There was a silence in the air after that. The kind of silence that takes place after someone's just said a very stupid thing in front of a person with authority. Like mentioning drugs in front of a police officer, or making a gun joke at school in front of the principle.

But Mason went cold, and not just 'because of the air. Lea, as in the emotional wreck? As in the girl all of his friends liked to make 'daddy-issues' jokes about? The very unstable Lea, who makes jokes about her life, has a gun?

"Is that suppose to be a threat?" He asked, not in a sarcastic way. More as an actual question. He wants to know if she's threatening him. He has his hands wrapped around the window pane now, finger tips going blue in the light from his bedroom window and his teeth clenching together as he anticipates her answer.

"No, oh hell no. I'd never- Mason I wouldn't hurt you. That's ridiculous." She says it so sternly, as if the words are only something she's said a million times. She says it with meaning even though she doesn't understand why it means so much.Yet it feels like she's trying to remember something that's never even happened.

By the end of the long conversation, Mason still ended up refusing to go with her. Knowing his family would probably call authorities as soon as possible. And knowing full well that Lea was right, the family she was put into? They didn't care about her, or any of the other kids there, really. It was always the paycheck. Yeah, the had a mutual tolerance for all the kids. But they never loved any of them as parents. Just saw themselves as their legal babysitters. 24/7 babysitters.

But on her way to Gotham, so far it's been about an hour. She's sitting on a train with her head lulled against the window. Just in the distance, she can make out the faintest star all the way, hundreds of thousands miles away. It's impossible to see, so her brain just images the star and what it's general shape would be like. She's gone three days without sleep, so trying to count all the stars in the sky to keep herself occupied?

A bright green flare in the general direction of gotham snaps her wide awake, as it looks like it's plummeting from great heights and shooting straight away out of her sight as quickly as it came. Over the curve of the night's Horizon, and continuing it's way onto the area that Gotham occupies.

Lea can't say that's any normal shooting star she's ever seen, why?

Well, first of all? It was green.

a/n: So what'd you think? I'm planning on adding another character into this fic, not an OC, she's actually from the DC universe (It's not Kara, unfortunately.) But yeah, another superHeroine is showing up in the next few chapters ^_^ Along with some quality Dami/(Reader) moments before the great finish to the first part of this story!

(This story will have roughly, five arcs(Parts), that I want to get through. this first Arc is basically the beginning, how everything falls into place.)