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“She’s going to be alright.” Dick told her, “She’s a little shaken up but I have a female officer looking after her until the paramedics come.” Luckily Dick was on patrol with Renee when he spotted the situation and practically leapt out of the car to help. Unluckily, he was Dick Grayson right now and not Nightwing. He couldn’t talk to her like a vigilante would. “Listen, I admire what you’re doing. It takes a special kind of person to use their talents and their gifts to protect people.” He had to preface what he was about to say that he was pro-vigilante. Not a lot of cops were. “But you have to be more careful not to cross any lines.” 

·         “A Pro-vigilante cop? That’s a first.” Yara replied even though she knew who the man in front of her was. Still, there was rarely a chance she got to mess with Dick Grayson. May as well take advantage of it. Plus, seeming too wary of him might give away. “That’s your way, not mine.” Yara shook her head. “Bad things deserve to happen to bad people.” she answered, fist clenching at her side. Perhaps if she hadn’t had that voice in her head telling her not to cross a line, maybe she would have been able to help save their future. She wouldn’t risk it this time around. “I do what needs to be done.”

He couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head. “As annoying as that would be, I hope you’re right.” Logan gives her a nod of approval at her block and push moves. Then shakes his head at her words. “Don’t worry ‘bout hurtin me. I’m used to the pain, it’s a constant thing. Just worry about keepin your form controlled.” The mutant then tries a tick move in which it appears he was going for a swing of his claws again but follows with a kick.

·         “Now now. What did we just discuss.” Yara smirked, her ego inflating. “Alright your funeral buddy.” She wasn’t known for being the humblest of heroes.... or people. Not only was she trained by Athena AND Ares, but she was quite literally a demigod. She took the term “god complex” to a whole other level. Her eyes watched for the claws but she wasn’t expecting the kick. The guy was limber for his age. She felt it hit not that it hurt or anything. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” she egged on. “I can take it.”

She told him that they both knew it was a lie and his breath caught deep in his throat. She didn’t even know him and she was telling him what he was capable of. Did he really give off that impression? Like he was just some kid who couldn’t take care of himself? Sure… he’d just been taking every hit that was given to him but it was only because he didn’t want to kill them. “No, I can handle it.” He tried to assure her but the woman was already passing him and if he wasn’t incredibly frustrated before. He was certainly frustrated now. She handled them with ease and he grit his teeth. Glancing back at the dumpster they were tossed into before she finally approached him again. The urge to prove himself to her somehow was suffocating, but he couldn’t quite think of how he could. She was right to step in. He wasn’t fighting back but… he was about to. “I’m fine. I told you that I could handle it. You should have just walked away and let me deal with my own problems.” He snapped, eyes flickering red before changing back to blue like a lightbulb only partially screwed in. “I’m sick of everyone thinking I can’t do anything. You don’t even know me and you stepped in! Just leave me alone.” 

Yara kept her defensive stance as Jordan became upset. She may be able to take a hit, but those lasers burned like hell. “EASY Jordan.” she tried to coax him, holding up her hands. “I do know you. I know you alot better than you think I do. And I know the only reason you weren’t fighting back isn’t because you aren’t strong. It’s because you’re TOO powerful and you’re still figuring things out. I didn’t step in to save you. You can take a hit. I stepped in to save them.” she explained. “My name is Yara....and I know what it’s like to feel that power and constantly be worried about unleashing all of it. .” 

Wasn’t this familiar? Being the moral compass for someone when they needed a little talking down. It was like he was standing next to Bruce again. Metaphorically holding out a hand to pull him out of the deep, dark pit he’d made for himself. He understood her fury, but this woman (whoever she was), looked like she might do something she’d regret. There was just no coming back from going too far. Even if it was only a brutal beating. That darkness would grow until it consumed her. “You’re doing the right thing.” Dick insisted. 

Yara continued to hold the man against the wall she calmed herself, deep breaths escaping her lips. Finally, she let him go, his body dropping. Okay maybe she more threw him down than anything. She didn’t regret that. She wrapped her lasso around him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to lie to the police about what he’d been doing when she found him. She looked at the man who spoke to her finally, knocked her out her rage. Her face paled. Of fucking course. Of all the people in the city, it was Dick Grayson. “Is the girl, okay?” she asked, hoping the more they talked about situation, the less he’d ask about her.

Logan nods raising one brow. “Yeah? Well for your sake, I hope your never wrong ‘bout that.” Did he enjoy being grumpy and distant all of the time? Hell no, he didn’t. And despite the fact it never made him any safer; he had pretty well committed to it. With a nod of confirmation, his claws emerge from his knuckles. He begins to circle her just a little before launching into attack. The first attack was light to see what level she might have been at. 

“What a coincidence. I’m never wrong either.” she laughed. She tracked his movements, turning slowly with him as he stalked her like prey.  She watched his leg flex, and knew an attack was coming. With lightning-fast reflexes, she raised her sword, blocking his claws with it. A smirked using her strength to push him back. “How serious are we talking this? I heard you can heal fast, but I assume the blows will still hurt.” she asked. “I can go easy on you if you’d like.”

[ SAVE ] :  for  your  muse  to  step  in  to  save  my  muse  in  a  fight @yaraxflcr​ 

“Trust me, you don’t want to be doing this.” Jordan assured the two muggers after they tossed him onto the ground. He always had an issue with control. When he was enraged, hurt or upset his powers came out in uncontrollable bursts. Like a violent wave crashing against a cracking dam that could break at any given moment. He was holding it back well enough now but he could already feel his patience wearing thin. He could hear their mocking laughs and he added, “I’m not some kid you can push around. I could break you.”  

“Oh, yeah. Tough guy? Get up and show us what you got then.” One replied with a laugh. 

 Just as Jordan started getting to his feet. Fists balled up. Someone walked up to them. 

“Looks like your pretty little girlfriend is going to fight for you.” The second replied and he could feel the heat behind his eyes threatening to break through. Lyla? Was his first thought before he looked over at someone completely different. 

“Get out of here, I can handle this.” Jordan told her. 

-

Yara heard the commotion for the street, looking over to watch the situation. She recognized the boy, Jordan Kent. She almost considered walking away, until she realized he wasn’t fighting back. Though why he was just taking the hits was beyond her. “Get up...” she said softly. Then she remembered the stories. Jordan wasn’t always who he was in their time. He developed his powers later. “Oh fuck me.” she grumbled, starting down the alley.

A high pitched whistle left her lips as her heels clacked against the cement. “We both know that’s a lie.” she said to Jordan as she passed him. Now normally, Yara liked to be quick about things. But she was dressed hot and was feeling herself. She slowed down her punch and let the man think he stopped it. “oh no you stopped me.” she said dramatically before smirking. She used her other arm to grab him, tossing him into a nearby dumpster. Before the other could run she was in front of him, a smile on her face. “what’s wrong? Afraid of a girl?” she pouted before doing the same thing. Clapping her hands as she wiped them, she walked up to Jordon. “You alright?” she asked him.

     “So you agree? You think that I’m stunning” Damian rose his brows, smirking widely at her. He was very clearly getting under her skin just as she was his and the youngest Wayne was determined to stir a rise out of her. Painfully annoying was something that Damian did best when motivated enough, after all and his walls were up. Why had she been following him?

“Oh sure. The same way a goat with two heads is. Fascinating, but you can’t help but pity it.” she replied. Gods she thought older Damian was a pain in the ass. But younger him was worse. Way worse. “Why do you think I was following you? I wanted to make sure you got home to the circus all right.”

Cassie placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her expression at the other girl her hand instinctively going to her own lasso of lightning given to her by her half brother Ares. The girl was a stranger after all even if she had a similar lasso to the wonders. “Has anyone ever told you you have a bit of an attitude?” she could picture Donna saying the same thing to her when she was a kid. “If you’re here to do good then why is it classified?” She made a mental note to have Diana check in with the Amazons and check on this girl. “You can at least tell me your name? Since you know mine.” 

She smirked at the blonde’s words. “Only people to weak to handle it.” she quipped back. She’s always been told she’d been a bit abrasive, to say it nicely. “If I told you that, it wouldn’t be classified now would it?” she answered. She paused when Cassie asked her, her name. She hadn’t had to come up with an Alias before. “ Adriana” she answered, using her mother’s name. “Are we quite done now princess?”

❛ Never cave to panic. If you do, you die. ❜

Yara gripped her sword in hand, eyes focused on the person in front of her. “I never panic. ” she retorted. She’d been trained by Ares and Athena themselves. She was made to be a weapon. something she both despised and was grateful for. “Are you done stalling or are we going to actually fight at some point?”

❛ You’re an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature. ❜ Yara smirked, edging on the boy. She gotten caught tracking him and when she refused to answer his questions well, things had turned violent to say the least. 

❛ They were wrong, but that doesn’t make this right. ❜

Yara sighed as she listened to the words of the other. Dammit. She knew they were right. She couldn’t help herself sometimes. Yara had such a strong righteous fury when it came to justice.to anything. But ESPECIALLY when it came to defenseless women. the anger would be so strong ,it frequently sometimes clouded her judgement. “you’re right.” she resisted the urge to snap the man who laid in her hands in half. “call the authorities. they can have him” 

-

Lucy’s eyes widened a little. “Oh, sorry,” she said. “He’s probably, um…rescuing a little girl’s kitten out of a tree. That’s nice and safe.” She paused. “Unless, like, the tree branch falls or something, but Peter learned all of that gymnastics stuff from Dick. He’d probably land okay.” She looked over at Baby, pulling a face to make the tiny tot giggle – crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue, which Baby found hilarious. “Oh, yeah, it’s pretty good,” she said. “Dr. Crane is, uh…well, you know, Dr. Crane. But he’s cool.” She nodded. “Yep,” she said. “Don’t tell Lian I said this, cause I wanna live, but Jade is so hot.”

“Thanks Luce.” Yara said sarcastically sighing a bit. She knew she tended to be a bit....overbearing...when it came to Peter. But the fact was all she could think about were the stories Diana told about Steve. Their tragic love story. She didn’t want that for herself. Yara didn’t even know if she was immortal like Diana. She hadn’t been alive long enough and she was only in her twenties, even if she looked amazing still. She wanted as much time with him as she could get. And all that fear came out in barking orders. Anger was easier to deal with. “ No getting buddy buddy with the Rogues please.” she said again. She practically said it to Lucy everyday. “What’s she do there?”

-

Peter smiled a little as she rested her head against his shoulder, slipping an arm around Yara’s waist and giving her a little squeeze. Just as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head, Baby woke up, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Excellent timing, kid,” he said lightly, getting up and heading into the kitchen to make Baby her bottle. He gave it a little shake over his wrist, the droplets striking his skin and letting him know it was cool enough. “Here you go,” he said, Baby grabbing the bottle from him with both little hands.

“No. Not excellent timing.” Yara whined playfully. She checked her diaper while Peter got her bottle. She was finished changing her by the time Peter returned. In the span of a year she’d gone from being single and never wanting kids. To be a psedomom dating the the spokesman for all american boy. life was weird. “You think we should be trying to find her a family here? You know....like an official paper work one?” she asked Peter. “I know everyone is attached but....is this what’s best for her.”

“You’re a demigoddess like me!” Yara must have been a wonder because of her lasso, but it wouldn’t be like Cassie to not know about her. “Do you know Diana then and Donna, they know another wonder is here?” she asked slightly confused. She made a mental note to tell Diana. Something just didn’t seem right even though the girl was telling the truth. “Yeah one of.” she scoffed. Zeus was no parental figure to her. “If the mission doesn’t concern me then what is it about?”

“I’m not a wonder. I am an Amazon. The gods’ weapons are not reserved for you all. In fact, this was given to me to end your kind. ” she explained, nonchalantly.  Yara ,past or future, was extremely proud of her heritage. ” Don’t worry, that is not my intention here. If it was I would have killed you by now. I don’t have anything to do with you all. I know of them. The same way I knew of you. That is all.” she shook her head. “That’s classified and once again, has nothing to do with you.”

-

Lucy just smiled at her sweetly. “Next time, Peter will probably be here,” she said contentedly. “I don’t know where he is today. Probably in a high speed car chase or something.” She shook her head. “Nah, just clerical work,” she said, although the way she said clerical work intimated it was torture. Granted, it was for Jonathan Crane, so it probably would be at least passably interesting, but still. “Probably the most exciting thing that’s gonna happen to me today is the risk of papercuts. What about you?”

“god don’t say things like that.” Yara said not even wanting to think about Peter involved with that. She knew it came with the job, but at least she was bulletproof. the same couldn’t be said for her beau and it stressed her out every time he walked out the door. “it’s my day to take care of Baby so that’s all.” she said pointing to the toddler playing in her pen. “How’s that going? Lians’s mom is around there now right?”

Cassie froze in her tracks at the sound of her name from this strangers mouth. “You know me.” she said taking a step forward hand on her own lasso. “Who are you? And don’t lie to me, you’re either a friend or a threat. Did the Amazons send you to follow me?” 

“Oh for fucks sake..” Yara sighed as she saw Cassie brace herself. She walked up to Cassie, wrapping the lasso around her arm. “ My name is Yara. My father was M'Boi and I was trained by the gods themselves in Olympus. Hephaestus made me the lasso. I’m here on a mission that doesn’t concern you.” she said to the blonde, unwrapping the lasso when she was done.. She made sure it dropped before she said the last part. “I just happen to know who you are since you’re one of zeus’ kids.” she said to the blonde. 

“Yeah well so are you.” Cassie countered back. This girl had a lasso, and not just any lasso, it was incredibly suspicious but the girl didn’t attack her so perhaps she wasn’t an enemy. “see I can’t do that, because what you did back there not a lot of people can do.” 

“Then how about you stop following me around like this then? Save us both the pain.” Yara sighed. “Look I get it. You saw the lasso and you want answers. But the fact of the matter is I am not going to give them to you.” she huffed.  She could be as stubborn as an ox when she wanted to be. “Even if I wanted to I can’t. So PLEASE just leave me alone Cassie.” she sighed. FUCK. She realized she’d used her name.