A/N: Ok so this is my fist fic that i decided to write up, so please be kind and review for me (you can be mean idc). POVs will be a little loose, as in there is the omnipresent narrator but the person who's "POV" it is will be the owner of all thoughts. O and i was inspired to type up my story b/c i was reading "Can I Trust You?" by silver eye keeper. i saw that they had a similar idea to mine own so i could no longer keep my story in my head any longer, so Thanks for the inspiration.
Helpful Hints:
"talking/dialogue"
thoughts
Now then the story! ;)
POV: Guess Who?
He chuckled quietly to himself in the darkness of his current home.
Those pathetic children had disrupted his master's plot once again. While this was not something to be pleased about, he couldn't help himself as he remembered another time when these same children meddled.
They may have stopped the Fog, but he and his master got what they really wanted… an insider.
She may not be his true, legitimate daughter but he raised her. HA! That counts for more than DNA ever will, he thought. He still couldn't believe his luck.
He had killed her… his "wife", the thought of her left a bitter taste in his mouth. She had tried to leave the Shadows, and they let her for a time. They did have her daughter after all, so it could be argued that she never left since she stayed with him. But she crossed the line when she started to "negatively" influence their daughter. His little weapon started to think that it was wrong to kill. He needed full control over the girl to ensure his position so he killed the child's mother, not that the woman mattered anymore.
Yet the damn woman had one last trick, but that did nothing except help him. He couldn't help but laugh knowing that the woman was most likely kicking herself in hell.
His daughter shared DNA with none other than the Oliver Queen. A rich man with ties to the Justice League was perfect for his plan.
It was just so easy, and the incident with Dr. Rouquet only proved it.
He had his spy, his greatest weapon, right where he needed her to be. The Justice League did know what they had coming.
"Sportsmaster!"
"What?" he growled angrily, as the owner of the smooth yet annoying voice appeared in his doorway.
"Sensei wants to know what SHE has been able to discover."
"… Fine. Inform him that I am on my way." he told the woman. If only I could wipe that perpetual grin off her face. He decided to ignore the fact that she was wearing a mask as inconsequential.
Shortly after she left, he stood. Heading toward the door, he allowed himself one last chuckle at his brilliance before going to face his master, who would undoubtedly not be pleased that there was no new Intel, but he knew that this would be Her problem not his.
A/N: Okay so the story really starts next chapter but yeah. How was it so far? let me know if you figured out who "She" is. Props to anyone who knows who was in Sportsmaster's doorway. Haha So here is my question to the reader: Who do you want to see Arty with? Wally or Kaldur... hell, or Roy? I am letting the reader decide. Sorry the chapter was so short, the next one will be longer (not by too much but i'll get better as the story goes on) b/c i have it written i just need to type it up and i have the whole story kinda outlined. Well... TTFN :)