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Chapter 3 - Anonymous

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"THE INTIMACY OF THE ALMOST KISS IS OFTEN TIMES MORE POWERFUL THAN THE KISS ITSELF."

"There is a warehouse located in New Orleans, abandoned because villains can't seem to rent a place out. We believe there is an operation with several large-scale villains occurring there. Your mission is to enter the warehouse, and clear it out," Nightwing instructed a small section of the team. The ones that were present were the ones able to go, the others stuck with their normal obligations.

The group nodded in understanding, leaving the mission room and entering the bio-ship. While the other team was chatting as they did before every mission, Kid Flash remained silent. A rare occurrence. He'd been quiet for a few days. Since (Y/n) had stepped into his life again.

When Wally reported to the old team, all of them were spooked and shocked. (Y/n), one of their closest friends and allies despite her short tenure with the team, became a notorious villain. Still, there was an overwhelming sense of relief. Sure, the team speculated, believed, and sensed that she was alive, but that was the first time one of them could confirm it without a doubt.

Flickering with static, the screens at the front of the ship turned on and switched channels. Donned in black, a feminine figure appeared on-screen. Despite their figure being discoverable, their clothing was all black, face covered by rows of static, and voice distorted.

"Hello heroes," the voice droned, "Despite what you may believe from your sadly limited information, I am here to help you today. The villains know you are coming to the warehouse. Therefore, they'll be waiting in the back. I suggest you walk through the front door."

"Who are you?" Nightwing asked, frantically attempting to either gain control of the monitors or track down the person.

"Someone who is done doing the wrong thing. I see that now. But I can't leave the villains, not yet."

"(Y/n)?" Wally questioned, heart leaping in excitement.

The voice paused, letting out a robotic sigh, "No, it's not. (Y/n), my darlin', has lost her way. That doesn't matter now. What does, is that you follow my advice. For your team's sake, I hope you do."

The screen blacked out. Everyone turned to Nightwing, waiting for his highly esteemed opinion as the leader. The hero hummed, crossing his arms as he thought.

"Kid Flash will go through the front and only Kid Flash. If this is a trick, he'll be able to get out and report it to us. The rest of us will proceed with going through the back. We're supposed to take out whoever's there, anyway. But be ready for an immediate fight."

~*~

The team arrived. Wally split off from the group and went through the front, the rest going to the back as originally planned.

"Why am I always the one stuck with this stuff?" Wally asked himself quietly as he zoomed through the partially open entrance of the warehouse.

For the most part, it was empty. Spare equipment was lying around, the lights dim in the background, but no villains. Whoever had contacted them was right, which meant the team was fighting in the other half of the warehouse- blocked off by a thick wall of brick to separate the offices and the actual storage area.

"Well looked what the cat dragged in," a sultry voice broke the silence. A figure, clad in black and red, stepped out of the shadows, smirking widely.

Wally immediately lifted his fists, "(Y/n)."

"How cute. You act like you actually have a chance," (Y/n) cooed. Lifting her fist, shadows sprang off the walls and pulled him against the brick.

(Y/n) paced in front of Wally, casually, no sense of urgency in her pace. Despite her laid-back nature, both of them knew Wally would get it. It wasn't a matter of how, but when. And (Y/n) knew Wally was going to wait to hear what she had to say.

Finally, turning to face him head-on, (Y/n) took long strides until she could reach out and cup his chin. Tilting his head side to side, she was inspecting him like a specimen, an experiment.

"Look at you. Both of us have grown up, huh?" She whispered, breathily chuckling, "All these years without me. Has it been lonely? How many girlfriends? Only one, right? Artemis. But you two aren't together anymore if my sources are correct."

The source being Ivy and Harley's idle gossip after her last encounter with the ginger, but Wally didn't have to know that. He wasn't the mind reader of the team.

"When was the last time you had sex?" Wally's nose scrunched up and he grimaced at the question. (Y/n) clicked her tongue, "Hm. When was the last time you kissed someone?"

Wally's body vibrated. The shadows holding him back dissipated with the rapid movement. Switching positions, the hero pushed his villain counterpart against the wall. (Y/n) ran her tongue over her lips. She expected him to move, talk, fight, something. But he just held her there until both of them became feverish with anticipation. They had been waiting to see each other, feel each other, for five years. Yet neither of them moved.

Art of Seduction.

(Y/n) placed a hand on Wally's shoulder, pulling him closer and closer until their breaths were mingling. Closer still, until their lips brushed when (Y/n) smirked. Wally's eyes widened, face flushing.

"Wally, we're all settled here. Time to go!" Nightwing panted through the psychic link.

Wally moved his head back slightly. (Y/n) recognized his expression, a mental conversation with the rest of his team. Taking her final chance to wrap him around her finger, she traced her lips past his, and along his jaw until they were hovering over his ear.

"You can't resist me Kid Flash. You never could," she backed up, the shadows that previously held Wally enveloping her body and allowing her to blend in, "And that will be your downfall."

"Looks like I'm leaving without her," Wally sighed in disappointment. He touched her, felt her breath against his lips, and she slipped from his fingertips. Not that he took any large measures to make her stay.

Voice laced with laughter, (Y/n)'s voice was everywhere and nowhere the next time she spoke, "You couldn't catch me if you tried."

Shaking his head, Wally left. The bio-ship was floating in camouflage just outside, his trained eye able to pick out the chinks in the armor. The ramp lowered, and he sped up, taking his seat up front next to Nightwing.

"No one there," he reported, keeping his rendezvous with (Y/n) a secret. It wasn't important. But it was theirs. Their moment, "The contact was right."

"Who do you think it is?" Wonder Girl asked.

"It seemed like a girl, so Poison Ivy, maybe," M'gann suggested.

"I think it's Harley Quinn," Wally argued, "She calls (Y/n) darlin'."

Nightwing refocused the team, "It's a waiting game. I couldn't track them. If they're really an inside source to the villains though, then they'll be hesitant to fight us if we ever meet."

~*~

(Y/n) returned to the base prepared for punishment. They lost all their guards and some valuable information stored there because they were incompetent. But, her father- for once- wasn't the cause of her rapid heart.

She put a brave face on in front of Wally, being confident and everything you'd imagine Black Rose to be, but it was just that, a mask. She was shaking the entire time, knowing that Wally was so close to her, and she was so close to kissing him. It was so tempting to melt into his arms.

Upon opening the door to Klarion's office, (Y/n) bit down the urge to turn and run with her metaphorical tail between her legs. Her father's eyes were bright red, the only visible sign of anger. Placing his hands on a steeple position on the desk, he sighed.

"Where were you?" Klarion asked calmly, too calmly, "You were supposed to be in the front. The brats took care of all our guards and got away with valuable information. Instead, those who escaped the authorities reported that you left as soon as they spotted the heroes and never returned to the fight."

"Someone entered from the front, Father," (Y/n) fiddled with the edge of her glove, "Kid Flash broke off from his team and entered there. He would have gotten the information faster than anyone else if I didn't intervene."

Klarion paused in thinking about what she did. She did stop Kid Flash from getting the information, but the information was lost anyway. She faced Kid Flash alone on top of that, and he knew about their past, it was obvious. On her last mission, she met him again and showed no hesitation in her killing. However, this time she didn't just kill Kid Flash and go out to deal with the rest of the team. Something happened between them, he could sense it.

"One day," he decided. (Y/n) shook her head frantically.

"It wasn't my fault," she insisted desperately, "It was the idiot goons, they couldn't beat the heroes!"

"Two days," Klarion warned, standing up from his chair, "Do not argue with me, or I will extend the time even further. It seems you need conditioning once again."

(Y/n) conceded, bowing her head to show her submission. There was no getting out of it, she knew that better than anyone. All she had to do was go along with anything he wanted and the pain would end faster than if she fought back.

Stepping around his desk, Klarion maneuvered around his daughter and opened up the door, motioning for (Y/n) to go first. Skittish and frightened, (Y/n) jumped when Klarion stepped up behind her and closed the door. Conditioning could never start too early when it came to Klarion.

Already knowing the way to the conditioning room, (Y/n) led. They didn't meet any other villains along the way. The hallways they took were known to be Klarion's, people avoided them- not because it wasn't allowed, but because they felt an evil incomparable to their own malice.

The conditioning room doorway was almost the same as any other. But instead of the classic dark brown seen throughout the compound, it was a dark auburn, like old blood. Ironic, considering (Y/n) was the only one who knew what went on inside.

"In."

(Y/n) pushed the door open and stepped inside, squeezing her eyes shut. The smell, the sounds, the sight. All of her senses were blending into a simple memory. Pain.

Klarion placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder and her suit was replaced with a loose, plain t-shirt and cotton pants. Easy to cut through, to burn, to freeze, absorbent.

"On the table."

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/n) pushed down her nausea. Klarion made an impatient noise. Nodding in understanding, (Y/n) slid onto the cold metal table. Giggling, Klarion slowly guided the door to close it.

Click.

"Let's begin, shall we?"