Synopsis:Darren writes a genderbent Sinhal fic...and finds out some interesting stuff about Miriam Sharpe.

(Inspiration For "This Girl Can Drive":pbs. twimg. c o m / media / DkPtnzTU0AAyQn1 .Jee-Pee-Gee)

Listening to:Baby Mine by Arcade Fire

Reading:Green Lantern:Sinestro Corps War

Watching:Ralph Breaks The Internet

Playing:Disney's Villains' Revenge

"Look, all friendships change, but the good ones, they get stronger because of it."

—Shank, "Ralph Breaks The Internet"

Well, I'm currently writing a scene for my partly-Dumbo-inspired Sinhal fic "This Girl Can Drive". It's basically the entire Green Lantern saga, but with Hallie Jordan and Thaalia Sinestro. The title derives from something Shank said in Ralph Breaks The Internet. Well, I'm already past that moment that never happened in the comics, after Thaalia gets forcibly torn from her yellow lanterns, is captured and gets sentenced to death, she and Hallie share a tender moment, with the song "Baby Mine".

"Sorry, Pete, but I've got more important stuff right here." Yeah, and it was, of course, my fic, along with research about Miriam Sharpe. But, this time, it's my fic. It begins with Hallie being from Earth acting as her "big ears", then it's basically Hallie and a no-longer-green Thaalia breaking up and getting back together, and finally, bring in the classic 1941 Dumbo ending with a twist, since they ain't no elephants. Well, all Thaalia really wanted was a nice, small quiet union ceremony. But unfortunately for her, practically the whole entire universe and a little bit more was there. Thaalia felt like an idiot; the omniverse, including the original Hal Jordan and Thaal Sinestro, was here to watch her big fat cross-faction, cross-emo, same-gender interspecies union.

I seen a peanut stand, heard a rubber band,

I seen a needle that winked its eye,

But I be done seen about ev'rything,

When I see a jackpot fly, (Oh, my!)

When I see...

When I see...

When I see a jackpot fly,

(Ooh, look at 'em go!)

When I see a jackpot fly,

(Happy landing, girls!)

(Whoopee!)

When I see a jackpot fly~!

(I wish I'd have gotten their autographs.)

(Hey, man, I got their autographs.)

(Well, congrats, ladies!)

This ending was perfection, but I still had a long way to go. While I was halfway through the 16th chapter, Peter rushed in. He yelled, "Hey, Darren, did you hear that? Loki spotted a shiny diamond ring on Professor Melinda May's finger, and within a matter of hours, it set the entire school buzzing!" But before I could explain, Wanda, Vision and Pietro barreled in.

She's had enough of her own experiences with Parallax to last her a lifetime, which made it particularly frustrating that Sinestro was standing before her with that stupid gray streak in her hair and that too-sharp smirk on her face.

"Sinestro. Or should I be calling you Parallax?" She sneered, rubbing a hand over her nose that was undoubtedly broken.

The blood dripped down her face like a faucet and Sinestro laughed. It was a laugh she heard countless times, although it hadn't been so cruel once. Or maybe it always had been. Either way, she turned her head and spat out a mouthful of blood, recognizing that look on Sinestro's face because she had made it herself once before. Or Parallax made it at her.

"Jordan. I have considerably more control over myself than you do." Sinestro said.

She hit Hallie once more in the face for good measure, to make sure her nose was broken. Hallie's head snapped to the side but, to her credit, she stayed quiet for once. She reached up, feeling where it was crooked. She heard herself chuckle before she felt it, air whistling painful through her nose.

"Apparently not if you're letting Parallax control you like that."

"When would the wedding be?" Ugh!

"Do you love me, Thaalia?"

The question felt like a two ton boulder dropped onto her shoulders when asked to say it aloud, but the feeling of the truth in her chest made her able to carry it with sturdy hands. She swallowed heavily and turned her head a bit until she could look into Hallie's imploring gaze. She turned her body around fully in the hero's arms, placing her hands on Hallie's collarbones and trying to straighten out the frown of deep thought on her own face.

"Was Professor May gonna change her name?" Oh, sh*t!

"God, I love you," Hallie murmured dreamily, her eyes full of nothing but utter adoration that made Thaalia's stomach erupt in a fleet of careening dreadnoughts, screw butterflies.

"I love you, too," Thaalia sighed happily, "and I'll return the favor as soon as I can feel my legs, promise."

Hallie's laugh rang out throughout the room, and Thaalia couldn't even remember what her life had been like without it.

"Which of us would be invited?" Darn, darn, darn, darny-darn!

I found out five superheroes were murdered by a mysterious woman known as the Purple Lady. And here it is:With the death of five beloved adolescent heroes staining the happy memories of the once popular academy, you have to wonder a few things.

1.) What happened to the victim of the boom of '87?

2.) Why does Miriam Sharpe hate supers that much?

and finally,

3.) What makes you think that someone who killed five heroes was going to stop at that small of a number?

Well, why don't you find out? And here's what I found:

TOP-SECRET FILE

June 29th, 1981

A woman dressed in a purple dress ambled down the hallway, veil down to cover her eyes.

Her left hand was curled around a flashlight. Her right clutched a blood splattered knife. The entire speed of her walk suggested that she had nowhere better to be, nothing better to do with her life than walk unhurried down the hall.

About twenty feet in front of him was a teenage girl, a tee shirt with 'Arizona' written on it in dusky purple lettering, the back of it punctured by two small holes on her left shoulder. Despite the height she had, she was obviously younger than her body suggested. She had one had clasping her shoulder, her breath coming out in sharp pants as he followed her.

"You can't run forever!" she crooned the words like she was singing them, a gentle smile on her face. "You're going to run out of places soon enough."

She didn't even stop to look back at her, a soft whimper of fear forced out of her throat by the jolt of a misstep, her ankle twisting. With barely any hesitation, she pushed herself forward, not even hitting the floor. She grunted in pain as she finally made it into the office, already reaching for the phone on the desk.

There was no tone when she lifted the receiver off of the cradle.

With a sob, she dropped it onto the desk again and turned to the door, banging her hand on it as she realized that someone had padlocked it from the other side. She was shaking as she cried, shoulders up against her ears. On the other side of the window was that lady.

With tear filled eyes, she met their eyes, her own widening when she realized that it was the otter. Pounding on the glass, she finally looked behind her, cries growing louder when she realized that the woman was leaning against the door jam, picking at his nails with the knife he had chased her with. "I told you, brat." she grinned at her, as if she had simply warned her about something. "You can't run forever."

"It's bulletproof glass, Dota won't be able to get in to save you." she directed the comment at the young girl, licking her lips as she came further into the room. He kicked the door shut behind him, a padlock already on it as he reached back and clicked it shut. "And neither will Luke. Or Danny. Or any of them, actually. You're going to die and it's going to be fun." She jammed the blade of the knife into her back.

In response to the force being applied at her back, her face slammed against the glass, a smear of blood coming out of her mouth and tracking her progress down the door.

"Well," she began when she finally stopped moving. "Isn't it a shame, Dota?" She looked up at her. "You couldn't save her. You'll never be able to save any of them. I'm going to make sure—" she stepped even closer to the glass, her nose almost pressed into the blood. "—You CAN'T." She kicked the body at her feet over, exposing her frightened little face. She knelt down, ran her thumb along her bottom lip. Collecting a mixture of blood and saliva, she smeared it on the window, drawing a happily smiling face on the glass. "Imagine a world with no supers at all, close your eyes and just dream..."

She sat there for a few hours, waited until the first dim rays of sun touched the sky and the front door of the office opened.

Dota turned to the sound, a worried noise grating in the back of her throat as she noticed that the manager for the day shift had just walked in. "Mister Orsani!" she chirped, her small ears wiggling as she caught his attention. "Mister Orsani, a woman in a purple dress hurt a girl! Girl isn't safe, she did something to her!"

"Did she now." Orsani raised an eyebrow at her, pulling a small golden key out of his pocket. Reaching around the otter, he pressed the key into the lock, popping the padlock open and slipping it into his pocket. "Jeremy, what have I told you about taunting the AIs when you do this?" he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're getting acclaim as a school, we need to keep this quiet. There's already rumors flying about the AIs we've had to shut off for a while."

I wrote everything down, as you can see above. So, apparently, there was a superhero school before Avengers Academy, and it had an AI named Dota, a professor named Orsani, students named Luke, Danny and Jeremy, and..."Darren!" I quickly shut my notebook. It was just Tony. "What are you doing, this late, with the computer on?"

"Ummm..." I didn't want to tell Tony that I had found a top-secret file. I tried to speak. I tried to tell him that I was just playing a video game. I tried to say SOMETHING...but all that came out was "B-b-bubba bobba hob-hobba-hobba Wah-wah."

Then he reached for my journal. No, please don't open it! Suddenly, he said "OK, I'll respect your privacy. Can I take a look at your computer instead?" No, no, no, please, please—"What? You hacked into the SHIELD database? That was something I failed to do!"

"Please don't report me because of that." I said.

"No, I won't." Tony replied. "You really are extraordinary! BTW...I'm inviting you to watch Incredibles 2 tomorrow night with me and the gang, can you come?" I answered with a yes, since I was now part of the gang too, but at the same time, my mind wondered if the woman in the video was Professor Sharpe, and if she was somehow connected to the boom of '87, a bombing incident that took away many innocent lives.