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eldabeTitle: Don't Tell Me Not to Fly
Fandom(s): DC Comics
Character(s): Lian Harper.
Rating: PG-13 for some creepiness.
Summary: Lian Harper came back to life in a world where heroes and villains never seem to stay dead. Now old enough to hold her own as a hero, Lian searches out the undisputed master of non-powered heroes in an age of superpowers. But Lian might not be the only one that has come back to life...
Acknowledgments:draconic_voices was the most fantastic beta ever, putting up with my absolute writer insanity. All remaining mistakes are completely mine. And thanks to iceshade, who shoved me back on track when I plateaued.
Complement:bliumchik put together an amazing mix to go along with this fic. It can be found here.
Flight Masterpost
Interlude: All the Things that Can Kill You Somehow
Chapter Five
“Here.” Damian said. “You get your own case.”
Lian looked at the file. “It’s all property damage.” She said. “A bunch of trucks.”
“Ah, but who killed the trucks?” Damian said “Can you tell me that.”
Lian rolled her eyes, and Damian could see it because she wasn’t wearing lenses, but he didn’t say anything.
It was mostly construction trucks, at three different companies. No, not construction, deconstruction: a wrecking ball and a few trucks designed to haul debris from sites. Well, that was cool at least. Lian wondered if she could justify taking one of the trucks apart for fun, or just driving one. She knew Damian could probably learn to drive double-clutch in a few hours if he wanted to.
“Are you with me on this one?”
“Nope. It is all yours. Have fun with it.”
Lian made a face. Great, have fun with it. Well, fine, she would. She spent the next few nights at the companies’ sites, hacking files and storing them on her tablet. Then, she compared information: all of the trucks had been destroyed within a few days of being sent out to sites, but each company had dozens out on other sites. All of which were still fine, no plastique or acid on their wheels. Lian tucked the information away where it would be compared automatically by at least three different programs on her computer. She sent the information to the Oracle Network, but they sent it back with a note to “do your own work”. That was fair, they were only supposed to be called in for real emergencies, or they would call you. But it would be nice to have SOME back-up. She also ran her patrol as normal, and noted that there seemed to be a fire every other night these days. It was a little disconcerting, but the cases didn’t seem to overlap yet.
Lian spent some time checking out sites between classes for two days. She spent the nights lurking around the lots of a few different demolition crews. Nothing promising, but she didn’t know exactly what she was looking for.
This was the weekend that Jai decided to visit, so Lian decided to throw all of her theories about her demolition case past him. They had a great time debunking them one after another. She was sticking with punk students joyriding on the outskirts of town. Jai liked claiming that it must have been aliens; aliens were good enough for anything in Jai’s eyes. They laughed about that one for a while. Monday morning, Lian saw Jai off on his flight out home out of Newark.
“Listen, Lian. It could be nothing but punk kids. But it could be something. Can you really afford to take the risk?”
The next day, a demolition worker died on his rig. The whole thing collapsed on the highway, and he was hit by a car while he tried to get free. All of a sudden, Lian had a murder on file. Now, she really did have to stop this guy. Bruce copied all her information, and Damian was assigned to work the case with her. Along with Charlie, who popped in and out when she felt like it, but at least always answered her phone on the second ring. So now, Lian was leading a team, and she was not freaking out, not at all, of course not.
She dealt with it. She explored avenues, and called in Oracle Network people, and she was dealing with it well, everyone said. She thought so too, she was giving her all to the team effort.
But they weren’t finding anything. They now had a full rotation of surveillance on the three major demolition/deconstruction companies in the city. Lian spent all of Friday and Saturday nights sitting on rooftops around the Dermin Demolition Services lot. Then, on Sunday night, at around two in the morning, the whole lot went up in flames.
Maybe there was a connection after all.
~*~*~
“GOOD MORNING BAAAAAALTIMORE!!”
Lian groaned at Jess’s shrill tone. No way was it noon yet, and she didn’t have her first class until 1:30. She wanted her sleep after last night.
“C’mon Lian, you promised on this one.”
Lian opened one eye blearily at Jess, who was wearing a frustrated expression. Of course, Jess thought she was out partying last night, which would explain her lack of sympathy.
“Whaaa time?” Lian mumbled.
“A quarter to twelve, so you’d better hurry. The protest starts at noon.”
Protest? Lian hauled herself upright.
“It’s the first event this semester held by the Architecture department that isn’t exclusively for the Architecture students. It’s ridiculous, Lian. Everyone’s going.”
Jess thrust a neon-orange flyer at Lian, who squinted at the large “G.S.U-NITE!” banner across the top.
“It’s by Bute Hall in twenty minutes. Come on!”
Lian dragged on jeans and an old Great Frog shirt, and grabbed her keys before Jess dragged her down the hall.
The protest was a mass of people, mostly chatting with each other. Jess was right – it was a huge social event. There were a group of students in the front with brightly-colored t-shirts emblazoned with “ART-ITECHTS: SINCE 1927” They were holding signs up of various buildings around and chanting something she couldn’t make out.
Jess pulled her closer to the center, and one of the architecture students rushed up to them.
“Save the Garnet Theater!” he yelled, pushing a flying into Lian’s hands. He waved another one at Jess, who grabbed it happily.
“Why?” Lian asked, glancing at the flyer.
“The Garnet Theater is one of the architectural landmarks of Gotham City.” The guy explained. He was wearing a nametag, reading ‘Joey’. “It was built when the talkies started, but in the style of a silent theater, large and majestic.”
Lian itched to raise an eyebrow and exchange looks with Jess. But Jess was enraptured, clutching her flyer.
“Gotham City has been completely unappreciative of the architectural treasures dotting this city!” Joey ranted. “In this year alone, five historic sites have been slated for demolition by corporations solely concerned with profit. The value of true architectural art has been lost-” He pushed another flyer at them, this one with a list of sites in bold letters.
Lian tuned him out, reading the flyer absentmindedly.
“Wait a second.” She interrupted. “Three of these sites have already been slated for demolition. Why are they still listed as hosting protests?”
“Gotham City students and concerned citizens have been living on the sites day and night, with a six-hour rotation.” Joey told her, miffed at being cut off. “Together we hope to show how much these sites mean to Gotham and the world.”
Lian tuned him out again, a sinking feeling in her chest. She was totally awake now, wired for action. She whipped out her cell phone and accessed the encrypted case files on her hard drive. Yes! Each of the first three demolition crews had been working at one of the sites on the list.
The last company, the one whose lot had gone up in flames, hadn’t been. But it was the first even vaguely solid lead that she had, and the Garnet Theater was scheduled to come down in three days, which means that the Acme Building and Demolishing Corp. was probably going to get a nighttime visitor in the next 48 hours.
Lian gave herself a moment to feel like an utter idiot. Then, she tapped Jess on the shoulder, interrupting another one of Joey’s rants.
“Jess, I am so sorry, but I have to run. Tell me how it goes?”
“But Lian, this is the first architecture event of the year! Joey says they'll have chips and discussion in the architecture dorm lobby!”
Lian gave her a palms-up helpless gesture, then ran for it. If her theory held, one of the people in the crowd had been spending his or her nights skulking around the sites.
Lian had only an hour before she had to go to class. She got back to her dorm room and opened up her laptop, making a list of prime suspects (mainly the executive board of the GSU Student Architects Society, who had arranged the event) and started to research them. Unfortunately, every single one of them had an alibi – arranging this little campus protest in the lobby of the architects dorm, which had a ridiculous amount of security cameras for a student dorm lobby. Guess the architecture department donations had to go somewhere.
With a growl of frustration, Lian saved her theories and information and sent them off to the Batcave and Oracle Network. She encrypted a file and sent it Jai with the subject like “Punk Kids Y/Y!??”Then, she really did have to run to class. See, she hadn’t lied to Jess, precisely.
~*~*~
When she finally got back around nine, Oracle had sent her the CCTV stream from the Acme BDC, so they could all keep an eye on it for now. Damian promised to start looking at the other students in the architecture club. And she had a response from Jai.
“Good call, L. But do you really think that a bunch of college students have that kind of money to burn? The plastique alone would probably max a credit card. Check for the rich kids, or better yet, try to find some sort of rich backer. –J”
Lian stared at the screen for a moment, getting the worst feeling of déjà-vu as she mentally smacked herself for being an idiot. Clearly detective work was not her strong suit. Dammit
She pulled out the flyers again. Two speakers were listed for the rally, which was over by now. One was a GSU professor, who probably had some money, but not enough. The other was a citizen representative, Arthur Belmont. A quick Google search confirmed that he was filthy rich, and his involvement in the protest proved he was committed to the cause. He must have been at least 50, though. Not typically a suspect for these sorts of things, but he might be backing sending out thugs, or other students in SAS. She sent a request to Oracle to try and hack his records to see if he pulled out a lot of cash recently. Lian considered staking out his house, but dismissed it for now as too useless. He could have handed off the cash today. Better to watch the sites at risk, for now.
Lian glanced at the clock - a little past ten. She called Damian to keep him posted on the situation as she made a run for her bike, stashed at the nearest Bat-cubby hole (or Auxiliary Cave, depending on who she was talking to).
Damian met her at the site. “Your theory doesn’t explain the fire.” He pointed out.
“But it’s a good theory anyway,” Lian retorted, keeping her eyes trained on the building. “Maybe the fire was part of that arsonist theory you were running a few weeks ago.”
Damian shrugged. “It’s your case. Robin is covering downtown tonight, and Oracle is keeping tabs on her.”
Unspoken went the assumption that Batman was keeping tabs on everything.
Lian was prepared to settle in for a long night, so when an older gentleman in a three-piece suit strode casually onto the lot, she almost jumped out of her skin.
“That’s Arthur Belmont!” she hissed at Damian, even though they were four blocks away.
“Yes, well-“ Lian jumped off the roof before Damian could finish his sentence, swinging down to the lot.
Lian stopped in front of him. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re under arrest for breaking and entering, and wanton destruction of property.”
Belmont raised an eyebrow. “Are you allowed to arrest citizens, young lady?”
Lian floundered. “Citizen’s arrest,” she decided.
“I’ve called the police.” Damian said. “They’ll be here in a moment.”
Belmont sighed. “Well, I suppose I’ll go quietly. I shall have to reveal my intentions now.”
Lian gave Damian a look. He shrugged in a you-get-all-kinds-in-Gotham kind of way.
Belmont calmly explained his plans as they waited for the police. So much destruction in only a few weeks was simply not to be borne. When the GSU students contacted him for support as a local architectural expert, he simply knew that something had to be done.
The whole case felt disappointingly anti-climactic. Arthur Belmont hadn’t really meant to hurt anyone – although it was eerie how little he seemed to care that he had. He also insisted that he knew nothing about the fire, or any of the other fires that had been set during the week. He seemed slightly unhinged in a mostly harmless way, but Lian would prefer to see that he was charged and watched by the authorities at this point. Damian leaving Arthur to the police when they came.
“What about the fire?” Damian insisted as they watched Arthur calmly get into the back of the cop car.
“Insurance bid?” Lian said.
Damian sighed. “I’ll look into it. You need more training on detective work.”
Lian stuck her tongue out at his back while he swung away.
--
“You were right.” She said to Jai the next evening, while doing some of her economics homework on her computer.
“I’m always right,” Jai joked on the other end of the line.
“Well, at lease no one else got hurt.” Lian said, eying her problem suspiciously. No ice-cream truck should have that much money to burn.
“Listen, Lian, it was a success overall. You saved some trucks from utter demise and put another Gotham crazy away.”
“Yeah, but-“ Lian tried to explain that she wanted her first arrest to involve the rush of a real case. She didn’t want some guy who was basically mildly crazy. She wanted to have to chase him down, maybe save a life, or get in a car chase while she pursued him. That sort of thing. Then she remembered the alter, and the eagle scout... maybe it was better to start slow, but that didn't stop her from feeling disappointed.
Then Iris was standing in front of Lian, hands on her hips. “Mom said to let Jai off the phone for dinner, or you’re not invited back for President’s Day weekend. And we’ll barbecue. Without you.”
Lian held her hands up in surrender, and Iris whisked away.
“Guess that’s a goodbye, then.” Jai said.
“Guess so. Tell everyone I say hi.”
“Will do.” He hesitated, and Lian could hear Iris hollering in the background. “Listen, Lian. Boring doesn’t have to be bad. Your dad will love it.”
Lian laughed. “Good point.”
After Jai hung up, Lian brooded at the phone for a bit. Then she called her dad, because he had a point. Dad would love hearing about her utterly boring experiences as a teenage superhero.
Interlude: Safety and Freedom
Fandom(s): DC Comics
Character(s): Lian Harper.
Rating: PG-13 for some creepiness.
Summary: Lian Harper came back to life in a world where heroes and villains never seem to stay dead. Now old enough to hold her own as a hero, Lian searches out the undisputed master of non-powered heroes in an age of superpowers. But Lian might not be the only one that has come back to life...
Acknowledgments:
draconic_voices was the most fantastic beta ever, putting up with my absolute writer insanity. All remaining mistakes are completely mine. And thanks to iceshade, who shoved me back on track when I plateaued.Complement:
bliumchik put together an amazing mix to go along with this fic. It can be found here. Flight Masterpost
Interlude: All the Things that Can Kill You Somehow
Chapter Five
“Here.” Damian said. “You get your own case.”
Lian looked at the file. “It’s all property damage.” She said. “A bunch of trucks.”
“Ah, but who killed the trucks?” Damian said “Can you tell me that.”
Lian rolled her eyes, and Damian could see it because she wasn’t wearing lenses, but he didn’t say anything.
It was mostly construction trucks, at three different companies. No, not construction, deconstruction: a wrecking ball and a few trucks designed to haul debris from sites. Well, that was cool at least. Lian wondered if she could justify taking one of the trucks apart for fun, or just driving one. She knew Damian could probably learn to drive double-clutch in a few hours if he wanted to.
“Are you with me on this one?”
“Nope. It is all yours. Have fun with it.”
Lian made a face. Great, have fun with it. Well, fine, she would. She spent the next few nights at the companies’ sites, hacking files and storing them on her tablet. Then, she compared information: all of the trucks had been destroyed within a few days of being sent out to sites, but each company had dozens out on other sites. All of which were still fine, no plastique or acid on their wheels. Lian tucked the information away where it would be compared automatically by at least three different programs on her computer. She sent the information to the Oracle Network, but they sent it back with a note to “do your own work”. That was fair, they were only supposed to be called in for real emergencies, or they would call you. But it would be nice to have SOME back-up. She also ran her patrol as normal, and noted that there seemed to be a fire every other night these days. It was a little disconcerting, but the cases didn’t seem to overlap yet.
Lian spent some time checking out sites between classes for two days. She spent the nights lurking around the lots of a few different demolition crews. Nothing promising, but she didn’t know exactly what she was looking for.
This was the weekend that Jai decided to visit, so Lian decided to throw all of her theories about her demolition case past him. They had a great time debunking them one after another. She was sticking with punk students joyriding on the outskirts of town. Jai liked claiming that it must have been aliens; aliens were good enough for anything in Jai’s eyes. They laughed about that one for a while. Monday morning, Lian saw Jai off on his flight out home out of Newark.
“Listen, Lian. It could be nothing but punk kids. But it could be something. Can you really afford to take the risk?”
The next day, a demolition worker died on his rig. The whole thing collapsed on the highway, and he was hit by a car while he tried to get free. All of a sudden, Lian had a murder on file. Now, she really did have to stop this guy. Bruce copied all her information, and Damian was assigned to work the case with her. Along with Charlie, who popped in and out when she felt like it, but at least always answered her phone on the second ring. So now, Lian was leading a team, and she was not freaking out, not at all, of course not.
She dealt with it. She explored avenues, and called in Oracle Network people, and she was dealing with it well, everyone said. She thought so too, she was giving her all to the team effort.
But they weren’t finding anything. They now had a full rotation of surveillance on the three major demolition/deconstruction companies in the city. Lian spent all of Friday and Saturday nights sitting on rooftops around the Dermin Demolition Services lot. Then, on Sunday night, at around two in the morning, the whole lot went up in flames.
Maybe there was a connection after all.
~*~*~
“GOOD MORNING BAAAAAALTIMORE!!”
Lian groaned at Jess’s shrill tone. No way was it noon yet, and she didn’t have her first class until 1:30. She wanted her sleep after last night.
“C’mon Lian, you promised on this one.”
Lian opened one eye blearily at Jess, who was wearing a frustrated expression. Of course, Jess thought she was out partying last night, which would explain her lack of sympathy.
“Whaaa time?” Lian mumbled.
“A quarter to twelve, so you’d better hurry. The protest starts at noon.”
Protest? Lian hauled herself upright.
“It’s the first event this semester held by the Architecture department that isn’t exclusively for the Architecture students. It’s ridiculous, Lian. Everyone’s going.”
Jess thrust a neon-orange flyer at Lian, who squinted at the large “G.S.U-NITE!” banner across the top.
“It’s by Bute Hall in twenty minutes. Come on!”
Lian dragged on jeans and an old Great Frog shirt, and grabbed her keys before Jess dragged her down the hall.
The protest was a mass of people, mostly chatting with each other. Jess was right – it was a huge social event. There were a group of students in the front with brightly-colored t-shirts emblazoned with “ART-ITECHTS: SINCE 1927” They were holding signs up of various buildings around and chanting something she couldn’t make out.
Jess pulled her closer to the center, and one of the architecture students rushed up to them.
“Save the Garnet Theater!” he yelled, pushing a flying into Lian’s hands. He waved another one at Jess, who grabbed it happily.
“Why?” Lian asked, glancing at the flyer.
“The Garnet Theater is one of the architectural landmarks of Gotham City.” The guy explained. He was wearing a nametag, reading ‘Joey’. “It was built when the talkies started, but in the style of a silent theater, large and majestic.”
Lian itched to raise an eyebrow and exchange looks with Jess. But Jess was enraptured, clutching her flyer.
“Gotham City has been completely unappreciative of the architectural treasures dotting this city!” Joey ranted. “In this year alone, five historic sites have been slated for demolition by corporations solely concerned with profit. The value of true architectural art has been lost-” He pushed another flyer at them, this one with a list of sites in bold letters.
Lian tuned him out, reading the flyer absentmindedly.
“Wait a second.” She interrupted. “Three of these sites have already been slated for demolition. Why are they still listed as hosting protests?”
“Gotham City students and concerned citizens have been living on the sites day and night, with a six-hour rotation.” Joey told her, miffed at being cut off. “Together we hope to show how much these sites mean to Gotham and the world.”
Lian tuned him out again, a sinking feeling in her chest. She was totally awake now, wired for action. She whipped out her cell phone and accessed the encrypted case files on her hard drive. Yes! Each of the first three demolition crews had been working at one of the sites on the list.
The last company, the one whose lot had gone up in flames, hadn’t been. But it was the first even vaguely solid lead that she had, and the Garnet Theater was scheduled to come down in three days, which means that the Acme Building and Demolishing Corp. was probably going to get a nighttime visitor in the next 48 hours.
Lian gave herself a moment to feel like an utter idiot. Then, she tapped Jess on the shoulder, interrupting another one of Joey’s rants.
“Jess, I am so sorry, but I have to run. Tell me how it goes?”
“But Lian, this is the first architecture event of the year! Joey says they'll have chips and discussion in the architecture dorm lobby!”
Lian gave her a palms-up helpless gesture, then ran for it. If her theory held, one of the people in the crowd had been spending his or her nights skulking around the sites.
Lian had only an hour before she had to go to class. She got back to her dorm room and opened up her laptop, making a list of prime suspects (mainly the executive board of the GSU Student Architects Society, who had arranged the event) and started to research them. Unfortunately, every single one of them had an alibi – arranging this little campus protest in the lobby of the architects dorm, which had a ridiculous amount of security cameras for a student dorm lobby. Guess the architecture department donations had to go somewhere.
With a growl of frustration, Lian saved her theories and information and sent them off to the Batcave and Oracle Network. She encrypted a file and sent it Jai with the subject like “Punk Kids Y/Y!??”Then, she really did have to run to class. See, she hadn’t lied to Jess, precisely.
~*~*~
When she finally got back around nine, Oracle had sent her the CCTV stream from the Acme BDC, so they could all keep an eye on it for now. Damian promised to start looking at the other students in the architecture club. And she had a response from Jai.
“Good call, L. But do you really think that a bunch of college students have that kind of money to burn? The plastique alone would probably max a credit card. Check for the rich kids, or better yet, try to find some sort of rich backer. –J”
Lian stared at the screen for a moment, getting the worst feeling of déjà-vu as she mentally smacked herself for being an idiot. Clearly detective work was not her strong suit. Dammit
She pulled out the flyers again. Two speakers were listed for the rally, which was over by now. One was a GSU professor, who probably had some money, but not enough. The other was a citizen representative, Arthur Belmont. A quick Google search confirmed that he was filthy rich, and his involvement in the protest proved he was committed to the cause. He must have been at least 50, though. Not typically a suspect for these sorts of things, but he might be backing sending out thugs, or other students in SAS. She sent a request to Oracle to try and hack his records to see if he pulled out a lot of cash recently. Lian considered staking out his house, but dismissed it for now as too useless. He could have handed off the cash today. Better to watch the sites at risk, for now.
Lian glanced at the clock - a little past ten. She called Damian to keep him posted on the situation as she made a run for her bike, stashed at the nearest Bat-cubby hole (or Auxiliary Cave, depending on who she was talking to).
Damian met her at the site. “Your theory doesn’t explain the fire.” He pointed out.
“But it’s a good theory anyway,” Lian retorted, keeping her eyes trained on the building. “Maybe the fire was part of that arsonist theory you were running a few weeks ago.”
Damian shrugged. “It’s your case. Robin is covering downtown tonight, and Oracle is keeping tabs on her.”
Unspoken went the assumption that Batman was keeping tabs on everything.
Lian was prepared to settle in for a long night, so when an older gentleman in a three-piece suit strode casually onto the lot, she almost jumped out of her skin.
“That’s Arthur Belmont!” she hissed at Damian, even though they were four blocks away.
“Yes, well-“ Lian jumped off the roof before Damian could finish his sentence, swinging down to the lot.
Lian stopped in front of him. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re under arrest for breaking and entering, and wanton destruction of property.”
Belmont raised an eyebrow. “Are you allowed to arrest citizens, young lady?”
Lian floundered. “Citizen’s arrest,” she decided.
“I’ve called the police.” Damian said. “They’ll be here in a moment.”
Belmont sighed. “Well, I suppose I’ll go quietly. I shall have to reveal my intentions now.”
Lian gave Damian a look. He shrugged in a you-get-all-kinds-in-Gotham kind of way.
Belmont calmly explained his plans as they waited for the police. So much destruction in only a few weeks was simply not to be borne. When the GSU students contacted him for support as a local architectural expert, he simply knew that something had to be done.
The whole case felt disappointingly anti-climactic. Arthur Belmont hadn’t really meant to hurt anyone – although it was eerie how little he seemed to care that he had. He also insisted that he knew nothing about the fire, or any of the other fires that had been set during the week. He seemed slightly unhinged in a mostly harmless way, but Lian would prefer to see that he was charged and watched by the authorities at this point. Damian leaving Arthur to the police when they came.
“What about the fire?” Damian insisted as they watched Arthur calmly get into the back of the cop car.
“Insurance bid?” Lian said.
Damian sighed. “I’ll look into it. You need more training on detective work.”
Lian stuck her tongue out at his back while he swung away.
--
“You were right.” She said to Jai the next evening, while doing some of her economics homework on her computer.
“I’m always right,” Jai joked on the other end of the line.
“Well, at lease no one else got hurt.” Lian said, eying her problem suspiciously. No ice-cream truck should have that much money to burn.
“Listen, Lian, it was a success overall. You saved some trucks from utter demise and put another Gotham crazy away.”
“Yeah, but-“ Lian tried to explain that she wanted her first arrest to involve the rush of a real case. She didn’t want some guy who was basically mildly crazy. She wanted to have to chase him down, maybe save a life, or get in a car chase while she pursued him. That sort of thing. Then she remembered the alter, and the eagle scout... maybe it was better to start slow, but that didn't stop her from feeling disappointed.
Then Iris was standing in front of Lian, hands on her hips. “Mom said to let Jai off the phone for dinner, or you’re not invited back for President’s Day weekend. And we’ll barbecue. Without you.”
Lian held her hands up in surrender, and Iris whisked away.
“Guess that’s a goodbye, then.” Jai said.
“Guess so. Tell everyone I say hi.”
“Will do.” He hesitated, and Lian could hear Iris hollering in the background. “Listen, Lian. Boring doesn’t have to be bad. Your dad will love it.”
Lian laughed. “Good point.”
After Jai hung up, Lian brooded at the phone for a bit. Then she called her dad, because he had a point. Dad would love hearing about her utterly boring experiences as a teenage superhero.
Interlude: Safety and Freedom
