Freya's POV:

"Just keep going straight for two blocks and then make a right." She answered and I nod, following her directions until she pointed to the small two-story house and I carefully lower us by her mailbox.

The lights to the living room were on and Yolanda lets out a sigh. "Here we go again."

She was about to head inside but I quickly speak up. "Uh, Yolanda?"

She turns to face me. "Yeah?"

"I'm—uh, I'm sorry if I acted like a jerk." I nervously scratch the back of my neck. "I'm just not used to...people."

She gave a small smile. "It's okay." She glances back at her house. "It's nothing compared to the silent treatment from my family."

"Do they really get upset if you leave the house?" I ask, slipping off my helmet which caused the suit to disintegrate and reveal my regular clothes. "You can't even go out on a walk?"

She shook her head as we slowly walked to her front door. "The only place I can show my face is at school."

"No offense, but your parents need to get over it." I shake my head with disbelief. "It's been months already. Have you tried talking to them about it?"

"I mean, I tried to ask my mom if I could come over to Courtney's house for dinner yesterday but I could barely get a word out and instead sent me to my room." She crossed her arms with discomfort. "I tried to ask if I could talk to her and my dad alone but...they can barely look me in the eye. Not even my abuela. The only person I really can talk to is my cousin."

"That's the problem, you're asking to talk to them." I move to stand in front of her. "You need to force them to listen to what you have to say." I say, placing my hands on her shoulders.

A look of hesitation crosses her expression. "I don't know, Freya."

"Look, you've been beating yourself up over the fact that you believe it was your fault, but..." I move my hands off . "your parents shouldn't shun you for something that was meant to be between only two people. It's why they call it privacy. He never should have shared them. Admitting your mistakes and vowing to correct them is definitely a step towards change. A step to a better direction. A step towards a new life. After what we did tonight, I know you're capable of anything."

Her eyes soften once I finish talking and she looks behind me at the living room window. I turn as well and see several figures watching a boxing match, seeing that this is the perfect opportunity for her.

"Talk to them, Yolanda." I rasp as I moved out of the way. "Make them listen, no matter how much they try to get you to stay quiet."

She gives a small smile. "I think Courtney's rubbing off on you."

Oh god. "Is it too late to take back my apology?" I mutter which causes her to let out a chuckle. "Good luck." She walks up to the front door then shuts it behind her.

I sneakily crouch down and approach the window, seeing her parents angered expressions as they scolded her.

Thankfully the window was cracked a bit open but I push the window up a bit more so I could hear clearer.

"I need you to really hear me." I hear Yolanda say and I peek over, seeing that she stood in front of their TV. "All of you."

Her parents reluctantly sit down in their spots and shut off the tv, making their attention only to their daughter.

"I made a mistake. I trusted someone I shouldn't have. I did something I shouldn't have." She inhaled sharply and glanced at her grandma. "And what I did brought shame to our family. I know that...and I'm sorry, but that was months ago. I feel like I've learned my lesson and I've been punished enough. I'm not going to apologize anymore." Tears begin to brim her eyes but she somehow locks eyes with me through the window.

Noticing her discomfort, I give a thumbs up with a small smile to show my support. "You're doing great." I mouthed.

She wiped her tears away and looked away to make sure she made eye contact with her cousin, her grandma, and her parents. "You're my family. I love you all so much. So, I'm asking for your forgiveness. Help me move forward with my life so that...I can be the Yolanda Montez I used to be."

She did it. She was finally able to let them know everything she was feeling.

She looked away, awaiting to see her parents response since it was still eerily quiet.

I expected one of her parents to at least stand up and wrap their arms around her, assuring that everything is going to be okay. Maybe even go as far going out to eat to be cliche.

But it didn't happen.

From where I stood, I see her mother slowly shake her head. "You'll never be the Yolanda Montez you used to be. You disgraced this family." Her mother coldly answered and Yolanda's expression falls. "And you disgraced yourself."

You've got to be kidding me. They didn't even think about giving her a chance. How could they do this to their own kid? Why is it so easy for them to practically disown her?

"Go to your room." Her dad added, reaching to grab the remote from the coffee table.

"B-But Dad, I--"

"Now." He sternly interrupted her before he turned on the T.V and without another word, Yolanda reluctantly walked upstairs. Her cousin shook his head with a look of disbelief before he walks back to the kitchen.

Courtney and Pat makes it seem like the ISA are terrible people but they would never treat their kids like this. I mean, my parents were hard on me but all they want is for me to succeed when I takeover their place someday.

I clench my fist with a glare. This is one of the main reasons why I want Project: New America to work. People like them were the reason why there are toxic minds in the world. We needed this.

I quickly move away from the window, running around the house to see if there was a window and I see a light was already on from one of the rooms.

Hopefully this was hers.

I take out the helmet from my bag and put it over my head, instantly transforming into my Doctor Fate suit. I leap and my feet instantly leave the ground. Once I reach the window, I see Yolanda sniffling as she sat on her bed with her back turned to me.

Oh god, what am I doing here? Shouldn't I be relieved about the fact that Courtney doesn't have anyone in her team?

I shouldn't even feel conflicted.

I quietly unzip my bag and take out the Wildcat suit and place it on her bench near the window. "I meant what I said earlier." I spoke up, cringing at the sound of my deepened voice.

She quickly turns to the window with tear-filled eyes. "Freya?"

"What you almost did to Henry, you snapped out of it and didn't let your anger take over. With more practice, I know you're capable of so much more." I say before I gesture to the suit. "You should reconsider about not continuing as Wildcat. I think...I think we can't do this alone."

She picks up the cowl but I step out of her window, zipping my bag shut so I could head home.

I pull out my phone to check my text messages just in case I missed Jordan's response, but see that he hadn't responded yet.

So much for that.

Before I could fly away, I hear something fall to the ground which causes me to turn, seeing Yolanda dressed in her Wildcat suit with a grin.

"Mind giving me a ride before you head home?" She asks as she held her hands up for me to grab.

I shove my phone back inside my bag. "Of course." I say before I dive and grab her from the floor, swiftly flying us back to Courtney's house.

Since I was getting used to flying, it doesn't take us very long to get to her house and thankfully, the light to her room was still on. I carefully place Yolanda on the roof and still hovered in the air, seeing that Courtney was flipping through the pages of the school yearbook.

Yolanda casually knocks on the window and Courtney turns, shock written all over her expression once she saw Yolanda and I in our suits.

She quickly opens the window with a grin. "You changed your mind too, Freya?"

I place my hand on my hips. "It's gonna take getting used to but..." I shrug. "I don't completely hate it. Now, what's our next move?"

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Once I get out of my mom's car, my phone starts to ring in my pocket and I look at the caller ID, seeing it read an unknown number.

Knowing that it was Jordan, I click answer. "About time. I texted you last night so thanks for not responding." I sarcastically remark.

"I was working on my own plans. Now, you said she's suspicious about Anaya Bowin?"

"She's not only suspicious, she figured out that William and his wife were murdered, despite the fact we made it seem like an accident. I could've sworn I hid the car pretty well." I say, remembering that I had to take the crashed vehicle to the junkyard after I left Courtney's place. "She knows that her principal is The Fiddler."

"I see."

That's it? "And she's been recruiting. She found someone to be Wildcat." I add, leaving out the part of me becoming Doctor Fate. "She doesn't know about the project, so I guess we're still in the clear."

"And do you know their identity?" I hear something shuffle in the background.

"I do, but why does it matter? Aren't you a little more worried about the fact Stargirl is figuring out their identities?" I scold. "Honestly, the fact that you're more concerned about their identities instead of our own, maybe I should reconsider the deal."

"You're doubting my plans, Ms. Crock?"

"Well if the Injustice Society doesn't get their act together by getting better at being discreet, then it should be understandable why I have doubts." I crossed my arms but look behind me, making sure neither Yolanda or Courtney were around.

"If you're having doubts, I expect you to meet at this address later tonight." My phone pings, indicating I have a text message and I glance at the message, seeing that he sent an address. "Do I make myself clear or do we need to have a chat in person? I'm sure you're aware about the fatal heart attack our dear mayor had?"

I clear my throat. "I'll be there."

"Good. Keep reporting back to me if there's something new." He says before the call ends, causing me to shove my phone in my pocket with annoyance.

"Hey Freya," I jump at the voice and turn, seeing Yolanda and Courtney with amused expressions. "you seem happy." Yolanda spoke as Courtney waved a newspaper in front of my face.

I grab the newspaper and the first thing I see on the front page was a picture of Mayor Zarick with the rest of his family. "Pat thinks Joey's dad was a member of the Injustice society, William Zarick." She pointed to the newspaper in my hand as her, Yolanda and I walked inside the school. "They called him The Wizard. He thinks that maybe him and his wife were killed by the ISA."

"That doesn't make sense. Why would they kill their own teammates?" I ask as I handed back the newspaper.

"No clue, but this confirms that they all have to be in Blue Valley. After Principal Bowin played that evil song at the hospital, she has to be The Fiddler." She said as she stopped at her locker and spun the dial a few times before she unlocked it. "Now, help me shove the duffel bag inside."

The three of us lift the bag and try to squish it inside the locker which proved to be difficult since the bag was filled with the costumes and artifacts that Courtney stole.

"Why did you bring all of this stuff to school?" Yolanda grunted as she tried to push the bag inside.

"My mom was going through my closet." Courtney muttered. She tried to shove it further but something scrapes inside the locker. "I think the Green Lantern is stuck."

After one last push, I quickly close the locker with a sigh of relief, seeing that it stayed shut and the three of us continued to walk.

"We have to ramp up our search, guys." Courtney encouraged. "We can't take on the entire Injustice Society ourselves." No kidding. "Who can we ask?"

"Hey, Jared! Come on, let's go!" I look away from Courtney, seeing my sister gesturing for her friend to stand a couple feet away from her.

"What about Artemis Crock? Freya's sister is the best athlete in the whole school." She suggested, causing Courtney and I to stop walking.

"I thought about her, but she's too..."

As Courtney trailed off from her sentence, we watch as one of the football players catches the football but Artemis tackles his body and slams him into the floor with a growl.

"Competitive?" I finish and Courtney slowly nods. "Understandable."

"Oh, man. You should've seen the look on your face." Artemis laughed as she dusted off her huntress halloween costume while her other teammates helped the guy she tackled up. "I was awesome!"

"We need someone with skills and heroic traits." Courtney reminded and Yolanda nodded as we continued to walk.

"If the ISA is a bunch of murdering freaks, shouldn't we be looking beyond Blue Valley High?" She curiously asked.

"We can't trust adults." Courtney answered and I nod in agreement.

"Anyone in Blue Valley could be a member of the Injustice Society." I say, feeling the pit of my stomach stir.

Like me.

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Since my parents were staying back at the school to watch Artemis' football practice, Courtney invited me to hang at her place for a while until it was over.

But once I saw the car Pat was driving to pick us up, my heart dropped. Red and white Buick.

This had to be a coincidence. There was no way that this was the same car that night. It couldn't be.

"Dang it." I hear Pat sigh, breaking me from my thoughts.

"What happened?" I ask as I look around, seeing that we were parked on the side of the road.

"I don't know." He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I thought you were a professional mechanic. Have you ever even fixed a car?" Courtney asked and I stifle a chuckle, seeing Pat roll his eyes.

"I'm gonna need you to start car when I say 'when,' okay?" He instructed as he got out of the car and Courtney jumped over to his seat. He pops open the hood, twisting the cap to one of the pipes. "Okay, give it a try, Court."

"I thought you were going to say 'when.'" Courtney sarcastically says and from the front mirror, I could see her smirk.

Pat lowers the hood enough where we could see his amused expression. "When."

He lifts the hood again and Courtney turns the key to the ignition, but the car sputters before it shuts off again.

"Sounds like the alternator." A voice speaks behind Pat.

"Yeah, that's right. You know cars or at least you got a good ear for 'em." Pat responds and I peek my head, seeing that it was one of the guy's that sat with us on the cafeteria the other day.

"I work on cars." The guy responded. "Well, a car."

"What do you got going?"

"'66 mustang." He answered, adjusting the strap to his backpack. "Just need a carburetor, I'll get it up and running."

"'66 Mustang, that's a great ride." Pat complimented as the guy leaned closer to the car to get a better look.

"My dad had one."

"Really?" Pat's voice sounded slightly surprised. "You don't see them around that often. What color?"

"Yellow."

A small light emits from Courtney's duffle bag and I unzip the bag, seeing that the sand inside the medium-sized hourglass necklace was glowing.

I pull it out of the bag and nudge Courtney. "Court, look." I whisper and she turns, her eyes widening at the sight of it glowing.

She tries to turn it upside down but the sand still remained at the top and she furrowed her brows in confusion. "You don't think...?" She whispered as she looked towards the guy and Pat who were finishing up the car.

"Pat Dugan by the way." I hear Pat introduce himself.

"I'm Rick Harris."

"Mind giving me a hand, Rick? I'm gonna try and push it down the street." Pat politely asked but Rick took a step back as he shook his head.

"Sorry." He numbly spoke before he continued walking up the hill.

The hourglass vibrates in Courtney's hand as he passed us until the glow disappeared once he was far enough.

She steps out of the car as she watched Rick with a curious look that I knew all too well.

"What do you know about that kid?" Pat asked which caused Courtney to turn.

"Nothing. Why?"

Pat shook his head. "No reason."

"Well, uh, I guess we'll just walk." Courtney said as she gestured for me to get out of the car.

I put on my backpack and grab the duffel bag as I got out. "Thanks for the ride anyway, Pat." I say and he gives a small nod as I follow behind Courtney, handing her the duffel bag.