Birds of Prey: Chaos Revolution UNRATED VERSION

CHAPTER TWELVE

Dinah, in her work dress, went with Reese to the police station the next day and headed for the basement where the jail cells were. Until a formal charge could be brought up, if one was ever brought up that is, this was where the non-dangerous criminals were held. Dinah followed behind Reese as a police officer opened the main gate that led to the jail cells. “Commissioner,” the officer greeted as he twisted the key and swung the metal gate open.

Reese nodded in reply and continued towards the jail cell. They walked down a cold and gloomy corridor until they reached a huge jail cell with at least a dozen men was imprisoned. “Mr. Carl Woolsworth?”

The man ran to the cell, only anxious to get away from the other criminals. “Oh thank heavens! There must be a tremendous mistake, I did not do anything. You have to get me out of here!”

“Attempted murder is not nothing, Mr. Woolsworth.”

“Attempted murder?” He was astonished at the accusation. Dinah would have thought that there was a mistake just by the business suit he was wearing. He looked nothing like the other criminals in the cell. “I couldn’t…I wouldn’t kill anyone? I have a great paying job and a family to feed!”

“Do you not remember yesterday? You and a bunch of others broke into a private home and assaulted a pregnant woman.”

“I think I’m going to be sick to my stomach,” he moaned, obviously sickened at the idea of doing so barbaric. “What do you think I am: a monster?”

Dinah reached out into his mind with her powers, searching to see if he was telling the truth. From some strange reason, he was deeply convinced that he was not at Barbara’s house yesterday.

“Where were you yesterday then?” Reese asked, getting impatient.

“In the morning, I remember getting a Cashman’s Coffee and then went to work. After that, I can’t remember a thing. That’s the god honest truth!”

“How convenient,” Reese muttered. He turned to Dinah and she looked at him seriously

“He’s telling the truth, or at least, he think he is,” Dinah said. She then looked at the poor man. “Can I see your right arm?”

Carl, looked at her as if she was crazy. Reese saw the reluctance in his eyes. “It’s alright. She’s like a human lie detector.”

Reluctantly, he stuck his lower arm between the bars. Breathing a sigh, she reached out and touched his wrist. Instantly she was transported into the black and white images in his mind. She was looking through his eyes, doing the things he did. As he said, he did get his coffee and go to work. Suddenly, she felt a sharp headache hit her instantly and her vision went out. Dinah realized that that was what happened to Mr. Woolsworth.

What she was looking for was not in his conscious mind so she pressed deeper and deeper into his conscious. There, flirting with the line of unconsciousness, she found the missing images. He saw him enter the house, but she heard no of his thoughts. She continued to watch through his eyes as she found Barbara on the couch. See saw the strangest thing. There was some kind of golden energy emanating from her stomach. Indeed, he was able to see meta powers in Barbara.

Dinah broke off and release her grasp. Breathing heavily, she gazed into his eyes. “He’s telling the truth. He has no memory of the events.”

Reese nodded and thought for a second before looking towards Mr. Woolsworth. “Very well. Give us a little while to fill out your release forms. It will not be more than an hour.”

Dinah and Reese turned around to make their way out. Carl pressed up against the bars in desperation. “If I may ask, may I have some Cashman’s coffee? They have the best in the world. I need their coffee.” He asked on the borderline of begging.

Reese ignore him as they walked far enough away from the cell so they could talk. Dinah stopped Reese when they were far enough and looked at him firmly. “He was not in control of his actions. It was almost as if something was affecting his judgment like a drug or something. Whatever he took, also did give him the ability to see meta powers emanate from people. Barbara has to know right away.”


Helena swept the last pile of peanut shells into a dustpan and carried it to the garbage. It was now early morning, and the bar was now closed. “That’s everything!” Helena said, dumping the contents in the dustpan into the garbage.

Gibson had finished counting the money and locked it away into a safe. “It was another successful night. Business is booming.”

“And you were afraid that it wouldn’t,” Helean grinned patting him on the shoulder. Looking up on the wall right beside the shelf of liquor was the picture of Danielle and Helena, and Gibson with arms around each other. It was two years ago where she was killed by Bane and Dr. Quinzell. She had lost her best friend that day, and Gibson had lost his future wife.

Helena remembered the time they first met. Gibson had left New Gotham after the trauma Dr. Quinzell put him through using her newly found meta powers. She moved in and bought the bar and renovated it to be a above ground bar for meta humans. Before, the bar was underground and hidden from the world. Danielle had fought for the rights of meta humans to have their own bar in public and thus the No Man’s Land became the Dark Horse Bar.

They had gotten close over the course of the year and Gibson had returned in the middle of the chaos. They worked together and fell in love. Her life was cut short and tragically taken away when the bar exploded no thanks to Bane and Dr. Quinzell. Both she and Reese were grief-stricken for awhile, but eventually worked together to rebuild the bar. Thus No Man’s Land was reborn, but photos of Danielle were scattered throughout the bar in her memory.

Gibson had caught himself staring at the photo as well. “I still miss her even though it’s been two years, one months, twelve days, fifteen hours, thirty-four minutes…”

“I miss her too,” Helena interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder.. If she had not, he would have broken the time down to the millisecond or lower. “Well, everything is cleaned and put away. I’m going to head out now.”

“Alright then, have a good day!” Gibson replied.

Helena walked out the front door, exhausted after working overnight at the bar. She should go back to the apartment, sleep, and begin to pack up. Reese and Helena had talked about both of them moving to the clock tower. Reese was now officially a part of the team, so he should move in with everyone.

Against her better judgment, she decided to get some hot coco before going back to the apartment. The brightness of the early morning sun was blinding as she stepped out of the bar. She covered her eyes as she fought against the temporary blindness to gain her barring. It did not take her long to figure out what direction the coffee shop was. She turned right and walked two blocks amongst the people of New Gotham. There, on the front of the building was the logo of a sun behind a coffee mug. The words, Cashman’s Brew was written below the logo.

Helena entered the shop to find it unsurprisingly busy. Every booth in the coffee shop was occupied and there were two people in line in front of her. She waited patiently and browsed around with her eyes. There were several people reading the stock market page of the New Gotham Tribune. There appeared to be a few early morning business meetings taking place as well.

Finally it was Her turn to order. “One hot chocolate please; heavy on the whipped cream and marshmallows please.”

Helena handed the cashier exact change and watched as they made her mug of hot chocolate. He handed her the mug with a courtesy smile on his face and saying the learned line which had become so automatic to him. “Have a nice day!”

Helena was ready to take a sip until everyone in the room began grimacing in pain. The flinching of the cashier made Helena spill her hot chocolate all over herself. “Ah crap!” She yelped in pain. That hot chocolate was just that: HOT! She was going to feel that for a couple of days.

“It’s a meta! Kill her!” someone cried behind Helena. She spun around and every single person in the coffee shop was on their feet, approaching her. The cashiers behind the counter had the same lust for blood look on their faces towards her.

Someone reached out for her and she retaliated by grabbing his wrist and twisting it. With her other elbow, she cracked him in the face. As a retaliation, everyone in the room charged at her. She had to get out of there pronto!

Getting out proved to be no easy task. She was force to take some of these people out while making her escape. She kicked a few people out of her way as she made a mad dash for the door. She could feel all the hands reaching out for her. Helena used her meta powers of super agility to jump over the heads of everyone to land onto the table top. From there, she bounced of the table and grabbed a light chandelier and swung her way towards the door. She landed on her feet just in front of the door. She kicked the door open and took two steps out of the door before leaping up onto the rooftop. The angry people ran out the doors and watched her fly out of their reach.







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