Rated MA, DC owns all rights etc. Part of the CORRUPTED UNIVERSE, more stories can be found here: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/corrupted-the-library-1453634/
Zara screamed and dove under the bed like a little girl. The Hawkman huffed “Seriously? Hiding when I watched you go under there? Just come out so I can take you back for processing?”
Zara’s muffled response was less than flattering about the Hawkman’ mother and what he could do to himself, frequently and often.
“Look you little rat!” Hawkman grabbed the mattress and flung it up “You…” He looked down to see Zara dressed in the Deadshot uniform, arm cannons pointing at him.
“You killed my ex-girlfriend you winged son of a bitch!” Zara’s hands gripped into fists as she released two concentrated bursts of gunfire at near point blank range into the Hawkman. He convulsed as he was peppered with bullets and hit the ground. Zara got to her feet and ran to Helen, scooping up her broken body.
“I’m sorry baby” cried Zara as she cradled Helen's lifeless body “I’m so sorry”
“You okay in here?” Another Hawkman came in through the window and stopped in his tracks. He quickly unhooked his mace.
“This is Ha…” His sentenced stopped as Zara shot up and jammed the barrel of her grandfather’s gun into the Hawkman’s mouth.
“You breath funny and I’ll blow the roof of your mouth through the top of your head!” she snarled “Blink if you understand”
The Hawkman stared coldly at her before slowly blinking.
“Drop your mace” she ordered. The Nth metal weapon thudded onto the floor “CRAP! Today has got to be the worst day in the history of ever!” Zara pressed the gun further into his mouth “What the hell are you doing in my apartment anyway? Huh?”
The Hawkman tried to mumble something but Zara kept the gun wedged in his mouth. The Hawkman shrugged and pointed over his shoulder to the T-sphere hovering.
“Well that’s just great!” Zara pulsed her fist which pulled the trigger and the Hawkman’s head exploded in blood and gore. “CRAP! Jesus!”
Zara wiped her face when she noticed the T-sphere blinking rapidly. Glancing to the sky she saw reinforcements heading her way. “Stupid hair trigger! Stupid Hawkman! Stupid…AHHHHHHH!” She marched to the window and unloaded a volley into the T-sphere causing it to bolt for cover. Zara ran and grabbed the mask and the mace and headed for the door.
“I’m really sorry Helen” said Zara as she donned her grandfather’s mask and left the apartment.
Martian Manhunter stood in the apartment of Helen Dominguez. His green brow was creased as he watched the T-sphere playback and listened to the reports from the Hawkmen who responded to the call.
“Floyd Lawton has been dead for over thirty years” said J’onn “I watched him die. So how did a T-sphere register an alert he was alive?”
“Umm sir?” A Hawkman gingerly put his hand up “It only registered his costume sir. It said nothing about Lawton, just a hit on the costume. Besides it looks like a girl who opens fire on the T-sphere before the optics get knocked out, sir"
“So, someone is playing dress up with old foes equipment”. Martian Manhunter looked at the two dead Hawkmen “Add this to the recent spate of lightning…” He looked at the Hawkmen “I want a complete background of Helen Dominguez in three hours! Friends, family, partners, where she worked, everything! I want everyone and I mean everyone in this building questioned about their whereabouts since yesterday nine am. GO!”
Zara trudged through knee deep refuse, slime and sewerage. The smell inside her grandfather’s mask took the edge off the raw filth that was curdling her nostrils. She’d made it out of the apartment block and into the sewers, knowing that if she was on the street she’d be found. At least here, underground she had some time to run, time to think. Zara stopped at a five-way junction and looked around.
“Lost, smelling of poo, hunted by the authorities, girlfriend killed…ex-girlfriend killed before your eyes. Can’t get any worse!” muttered Zara “No actually, Superman could show up and that’d be worse! So a stinky sewer is NOTHING compared to that!”
A nictitating membrane blinked the sewer water from its eyes. Standing in the water was dinner. A slight sniff and then under the water again, slowly and silently, drifting towards a meal.
Zara looked up, hoping for a ladder to the surface. She’d used these tunnels before, easy escaping and short cutting across the city when she was cheating on Helen, but she couldn’t get her bearings. Zara turned and bumped into the torso of a green scaly man mountain standing behind her. She yelped and jumped back. The creature snorted and then smiled.