no one touches the helmet

“Would you be opposed to trying?” she asked.

“Trying what?”

Laurel raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know? You come to the District Attorney’s office, and you have no idea?” She looked at him puzzled. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” She shook her head. “First, do you know your name?” She wanted to make sure he wasn’t suffering from a concision or something worse.

“...Uh. My name is Sam Alexander. I’m a senior at [insert NYC high school name here]. Uh. Who are you? Sorry, I uh...I have a memory thing. I’m Sam.”

“And I thank you for that,” Babs says with a grin. “You mind doing one more favor for me, though? You’re taller then me.”

“Um, sure? What do you need?”

“Yeah? Flying would be cool. I’m not really sure. Probably the ability to be able to mimic superpowers? So I could have them all if I wanted?”

“There’s always one; ‘if I could have any wish, I’d wish for three more wishes’.”

“They wouldn’t let it go that far, would it?”

“If you do not shut the fuck up I will fuck you in the ass.” 

“That...would probably not work, if you think about it. I mean, if you’re going for the ass, aren’t they just gonna scream or yell or something? Isn’t that what you’re complaining about?”

Laurel sat at her desk at the District Attorney’s office. This wasn’t where she pictured herself at first. She was wanting to help the poeple of the glades. She wanted to make a difference. She guessed she still was. She was fighting by the law during the day to put the criminals away, but at night, she was a vigilante who was putting those criminals in the court room. A smile crossed her lips as she picked up the name plate on her desk. “Assistant District Attorney Dinah Lance.” She loved the ring to it. Almost as much as she loved the ring to her alter ego Black Canary. 

“Um. ...I don’t know.” Alas, Samnesia struck again.

“If you could have superpowers, what would they be?”

He can answer that without having to think; “I’d be able to fly. You?”

Wanda tilted her head. Such sudden memory loss was completely foreign to her. It was almost as intriguing as it was heart-breaking. Poor Sam. “Is nice to meet you too, Sam,” she answered with a smile. Then she paused. Could-… Could she possibly try to help him using her mutation? It couldn’t hurt to plant the m-word seed to see how he felt about them. “Have you considered, maybe… Alternative help for your condition? That you know of?”

“...I don’t know, I can’t remember.”

“Oh,” Wanda declared once the flashlight was disabled on her device, “I do not remember pressing this, but I will know from now on. Thank you.” She paused, cradling the phone in her hands for a moment. “I do not recall meeting you before. I’m Wanda.”

“No problem. I’m Sam, it’s nice to meet you. I mean, I don’t remember meeting you either but I do have this brain thing, like, I think I hit my head or something because my short term memory is shot. I actually don’t remember how this conversation started. It’s nice to meet you, though.”

Kate nods. “True. Can you talk to animals, Sam? Because that’d be hella cool. I’ve always wanted to talk to animals.”

“No, why? It’d be really cool, though, like, for reals.”

They were going to start this conversation over in 3… 2… “Hey Sam! I think I remember hearing you say something about new wheels for your skateboard so.. surprise?”

“When was this? My wheels are fine.”

“Oh,” she replied, angling her wheelchair so that she could face him fully, “well, that complicates things. But I like complicated, so I’ll give it a try. Let’s see… Is it for IT help? Does Mr. Osborn need something?”

“...Um. I have no idea. Why?”

“Yes, is my phone,” Wanda replied, watching as he fiddled with the foreign piece of technology, “is new and I don’t know how to-” The young woman paused when he hovered his finger over the screen and requested permission to turn the flashlight off. Wanda granted it with a nod of her head, her lips pressed together. “Is okay if I watch?” she asked, “So that I know for the next time and don’t blind anyone else?”

“Uh, sure. Thanks.” Sam turned the screen towards her and turned the flashlight off. “There you go.” He held the phone back out towards her.

She laughs. “Probably. But he can deal with it. I don’t think he likes the jacket I brought him.”

“Probably not. Some dogs like wearing things, but most of them don’t. I’m pretty sure the only way we’d know is if he could talk, though.”

“Yeah Sam, they’re the wheels of a dead person.” And then after a moment of silence, “Really?”

Sam blinked, having no choice but to take her at her word, then placed the wheels down on a nearby table. “...Um.”