The Black Canary stood on the roof of a tall building in New York City, the White Canary next to her. It wasn't their city, it was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's city. Their city was Star City.

Well, it was.

They had moved from Star City after the White Canary left the Legends. She had felt betrayed by their Captain, Rip Hunter, and decided to accompany her sister on moving to Hell's Kitchen.

The Black Canary figured that Daredevil must not be too happy with two new vigilantes running around.

"We should go." Black Canary's voice modulator's pitch made her voice deeper and unrecognizable.

"Ready when you are." White Canary replied, shifting in her new suit. It was uncomfortable, and she had to wear a mask now. Unlike her old suit, the material was tougher, and safer.

They both jumped from the building, landing delicately on their feet. "Never gets old." Black Canary grinned.

"Exactly. Let's go save this city." White Canary took off running down the street. Black Canary followed, but was stopped by a man in a red suit.

"Daredevil?" His eyes were narrowed.

"Why are you here?" He growled.

"There's enough room here for the both of us." She replied.

He huffed a breath. "Fine. But we need to work together."

"Of course. Look, I have to follow the White Canary." She broke free of his grasp, and took off down the street.

"Where the hell were you?" White Canary muttered as the Black Canary caught up.

"Sorry. I had a run in with Daredevil."

"Holy shit. What did he say?"

"That we have to work together."

"Why?"

"I don't know honestly."

They reached an alley, and saw two men mugging a woman. She was on the ground, covering her head with her hands.

The Black Canary ran forward, and took out the first man.

Beside her, the White Canary took out the other.

The Black Canary told the victim to call the cops, and her and the White Canary took off down the street.