From the ceiling of the department store Silvia had her target in sight. He wore a large brown trench coat and his hair stuck up on end like some nutty professor. He passed the pillar just below her, and without a moments hesitation, Silvia jumped down onto him.

The man fell with a gasp, head cracking against the solid cement. Blood spat from his mouth and his brown eyes flicked up to her, appearing even darker in the falling night. His whole face pales at the sight of her.

"N-No... That's impossible!" He cried, desperately trying to claw his way from under her but to no prevail. "Th-The Reaper killings have stopped!"

"Have they?" Silvia said in a low, threatening tone. It rumbled in her throat like thunder before lightning strikes.

The man's hand reached into the garden beside him, stretching so far that his arm felt like it might pop out of its socket. Finally his fingers dug into the soil, and with one quick twist, he threw a decent sized rock against the vigilantes head.

He coughed at the straying grains of dirt that had been pulled out with the rock, and just as the soil began to clear, he saw Reaper still glaring down at him unfazed.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" She growled, grabbing his throat beneath her palm and slamming him into the ground once more. "Because I wouldn't suggest it."

"I-I'm sorry! If I knew you were still around I n-never would have-"

"Shut it." The woman spat, pushing his face firmer against the pathway until she knew it was cutting into his skin. "Or I'll crush your skull."

The man instantly froze, lips tightening so that not even the faintest of squeaks could escape. Silvia grabbed a fistful of his hair and violently yanked him up. The man gave a muffled cry but didn't let it find air.

Silvia had tried to resort back to her killing ways but it was much harder than she thought to shake the newly found conscience she had developed. That didn't mean that she couldn't beat them within an inch of their lives though.

"The slightest bit of resistance, and I'll tear the hair from your scalp." Silvia growled lowly.

"I-I won't! I swear!" The man followed her willingly, trembling in his boots and trying extra hard to not miss a step. He knew what the result would be if he did.

They came to a large building, one riddled in graphic graffiti but the symbol was unmistakable.

"W-Wait, you're not gonna k-kill me?" He stuttered in astonishment. "You'll just arrest me?"

"You're not worth killing." Silvia hissed, tugging him along with painful yanks. "But if you keep talking I might change my mind."

The man quickly shut his mouth again just as he was thrown into the police office and right at their feet. Silvia held up a wanted sign, the reward for any information to his whereabouts scribbled down the bottom. "This your man?"

The officers blinked at the masked woman, then back down at the criminal laid before them. One of them, a man with red hair tucked neatly into his cap, stepped forward to apprehend the thug but tried to avoid looking at Reaper altogether.

"Since when do you assist in arresting people?" A woman said from the middle of the crowd. She had light brown hair tied back into a tight ponytail and large hazel eyes. "Don't you usually resort to a bloodier method?"

"She's a fake." Another said from their desk. "Has to be."

"Aww, come on now. I've been helping out a lot of late." She said tauntingly. "And besides, who could ever imitate this face?" She pointed to the deranged skull drawing on her mask.

The man frowned. "Maybe we should lock her up too. She's just as much of a criminal as the one she brought us, maybe even more so."

"Now, that's no way to treat a new ally."

"Ally?" He scoffed. "When have you ever 'allied' with anyone?"

"You'd be surprised." Silvia's eyes narrowed. At the back of the room she could see two of her inside contacts. One of them shook their head at her in disappointment.

"As entertaining as this was, I'd advise against arresting her if I were you." A familiar voice said, and from out of the back Nightwing stepped into view. "She did just do your jobs for you."

Muttering suddenly lingered through the room, each person unsure of what to do in such a situation. They made no move to arrest her though.

Nightwing smirked and sauntered towards her, arms crossing over his chest. "Never thought I'd see you anywhere near a police station."

"Yeah, well money's money no matter who's paying." Silvia huffed. "Though it doesn't look like they're going to be giving me that reward... I'll just take it when they're not looking."

"That's the spirit." Nightwing chuckled. "Just try to do it when I'm not here otherwise I'll have to try and stop you. It's part of the job description."

"I'll keep that in mind."

The officers had all but filed back into their departments, their break apparently having ended the moment Reaper entered the building. She reached down to the desk next to her and swiped a glazed donut, completely untouched. She gave a knowing look to Nightwing who obviously found the irony in it as well.

"Most stereotypes are based off of fragments of truth, you shouldn't be too surprised." He said with a playful smile. "Speaking of which, did you hear that Bruce Wayne is hosting another party?"

Reaper's mask wrinkled slightly at the name. "Who the hell is Bruce Wayne?"

Nightwing's grin widened even further if that was at all possible. "And I thought I liked you before."

"Does not knowing this person count as a good thing where you're from?"

"Nah, but it does to me." He laughed. "Well, as it turns out, I don't have a date. Wanna be my plus one?"

The girl scoffed. "Can't you find someone a little less... me-ish?"

"Oh I definitely could but that won't piss off Bruce the way you will."

Her head cocked to the side in confusion and Nightwing drew closer, stopping at her covered ear and whispering. His grin brightened and Silvia's lips mimicked his. "I'm so in."

Though he couldn't see that she was smiling, her tone lacked her usual sarcasm. Nightwing assumed that she was being serious. "Sweet." He walked passed her, getting to the exit and shrugging. "I'll see you around then."

Reaper gave him a nod as he left. Seconds later the reward money placed aside for a criminals capture was broken into... and she was nowhere to be found.

The streets were deserted as Reaper clung to the shadows. Nothing seemed unusual about the sheer lack of people; it was nighttime. It was unlikely that many people would feel comfortable wandering the city at that late hour.

The familiar feeling of her phone buzzing in her pocket caught the girl's attention, and when she pulled it out, a message appeared on the screen. It was from Clark. She rolled her eyes and tucked it back away, not even bothering to read it. He'd  tried texting her multiple times over the passed few days but Silvia hadn't so much as glanced at them.

On her way back home Silvia stopped into a public bathroom to change her clothes, then visited a nearby movie theatre. As soon as she entered the girl at the counter got out a large, rolled up poster and handed it to her. She was compensated, of course, which was half the reason Silvia needed the reward money.

The poster was quickly unravelled the moment she returned to her apartment, her bag and keys being thrown on the kitchen counter as if they were mere garbage compared to the item in her hands.

"Hey, Sil..." A voice called from behind her and in an instant she jumped into a defensive stance.

Her eyes widened at the man standing in the middle of her living room before her jaw clenched in irritation. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I just want to talk." Clark replied in a gentle voice.

Silvia scoffed. "Well, I'm kinda busy at the moment." She turned her back to the man, looking over her poster for any crinkles the sudden fright had caused.

Clark's lips formed a thin line. The poster was of a young Arnold Schwarzenegger with a gun in either hand. He rolled his eyes. By this stage he was well-aware of Silvia's love for old action movies, but he never thought she'd be one to collect things from them.

"Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now but-"

"Probably?" Silvia interrupted, throwing the poster onto the couch and turning to glare at him. "That's a bit of an understatement, don't you think?"

"Sil, please..." Clark's eyes pleaded at her beneath his new pair of glasses. They didn't work as well as the old ones but they still dimmed the colour enough to pass as a normal person. "You can't avoid me forever."

"I can try." Silvia hissed.

"I understand, you feel betrayed." Clark tried to take a step toward her but the blonde took two steps away. Clark sighed. "But should your opinion of me change just because I'm Superman?"

Silvia's arms crossed over her chest and her gaze narrowed further. "It's not because you're Superman. It's because you lied to me." With one swift movement she took the glasses from Clark and examined them. "Why are you wearing these stupid things again anyway?"

"I... thought you'd be more comfortable if I looked like the Clark you were more accustomed to."

The girl tossed the glasses back at him and he caught them effortlessly. "It doesn't make any difference to me."

Clark nodded and placed the spectacles back into his pocket, blue eyes shining in the dark room. "I want to fix this... You've just got to tell me how."

"There is no fixing this Clark. You were only ever interested in meeting me because you thought you could change me... You didn't even bother trying to understand my point of view, but you expected me to understand yours." Silvia leaned against the armrest of her couch, gaze falling away from the tall man. "And when you asked me out, you can't tell me with one hundred percent honesty that your intentions were pure. You saw that I was starting to hesitate. You knew getting closer to me would likely change my entire mindset."

Clark shook his head, expression twisting into sorrow. "Sil... I... It may have been like that at first but when I asked you out I promise it was because I wanted to."

Silvia's eyes flicked over to meet his. "So the thought didn't cross your mind. Not even a little?"

Clark opened his mouth to speak but it fell closed again, his chest rising and falling heavily. He broke eye contact with her, guilt tearing at him the longer he looked at her.

"Exactly." Silvia said lowly to the silence that followed. "Whether you meant to or not, you used my emotions against me. That's... not something I'm sure I can forgive, and even if I could, I don't trust you anymore."

Clark's breathing could be heard somewhere in front of her, steady yet heavier than usual. It was the only indication she had that he was hurting... because she refused to look up at him again in fear that she'd break.

"You may not trust me." He began, his hand appearing in her line of sight. His curled up fist hovered to her hand and dropped something inside. A necklace with a large crystal in the centre. "But you still haven't let me down. Not yet."

Silvia's chest ached but brushed it off, outstretching the necklace back in his direction. "Not much of a jewellery person, thanks."

"This is more important than it looks. I'm entrusting it to you." Clark sauntered back so that he was out of reach, Silvia being forced to accept the jewel.

"Why me?... Clark, we're not exactly on the best of terms."

"Maybe not, but no matter what's happening between us I want you to know that I trust you... More than anyone else." Clark gave her a weak smile, one that she refused to look at. "I failed you and I'm sorry... But I'm trying to make up for it."

His words reached Silvia but she wasn't entirely sure how to take them. She gripped the crystal between her index finger and thumb, bringing the necklace into better lighting. It glittered in the moonlight like a thousand tiny stars, all different colours and reflecting the light like a rainbow. The longer she stared the more the glittering inside the jewel started to take form.

"Clark... What is this thing?" She asked in an unsure tone but there was no answer.

When she was finally able to pry her eyes away from the necklace she found that her apartment was empty once more. Half of Silvia wanted to throw the damned piece of jewellery out the window, but the other half forced her to secure it around her neck.

Though she liked to believe that Clark's faith had been well-placed, she was almost certain that he had made a mistake. Silvia could feel herself regressing back to how she was and that person was not someone worth trusting.

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