Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
Quinn sat on the table her legs swinging back and forth as she held a cup of cocoa in her hand a smile on her face, she was still feeling very pleased with herself about Edge, the whole of National City was on lockdown hunting the missing jerk.
"I am laying low."
"Causing trouble again then are you?" Mick shrugged his usual beer in his hand.
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"I'm wondering whether that beer bottle is actually like jewelry for you."
"It's better looking than any bit of girly gold."
Quinn laughed her head flying backward.
"Taste better too." Quinn smiled watching the beer.
Mick jumped backward, alarm and caution in his eyes.
"Don't even think about it I really will throw you off the ship this time."
Quinn pouted as she watched him walk away.
"That guy needs a lesson in sharing."
"Quinn!"
Quinn turned at the sound of her voice, it had only been a few days since she had last seen her but her eyes eagerly drank her in.
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"Hey, Sara."
"Did you just teleport here?"
"Yep."
Sara arched an eyebrow at her, watching as she avoided her gaze.
"Alright what have you done?" Sara placed her hands on her hips and waited.
"I have done nothing at all."
"She is laying low," Mick called as he walked past.
Quinn growled at the man, feeling Sara's stern eyes on her.
"What have you done?"
"I may or may not be avoiding a certain Kryptonian in a blue and red suit." She shrugged.
