âWould you be opposed to trying?â she asked.
âTrying what?â
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âWould you be opposed to trying?â she asked.
âTrying what?â
Laurel raised an eyebrow. âYou donât know? You come to the District Attorneyâs office, and you have no idea?â She looked at him puzzled. âAre you in some kind of trouble?â She shook her head. âFirst, do you know your name?â She wanted to make sure he wasnât suffering from a concision or something worse.
â...Uh. My name is Sam Alexander. Iâm a senior at [insert NYC high school name here]. Uh. Who are you? Sorry, I uh...I have a memory thing. Iâm Sam.â
âAnd I thank you for that,â Babs says with a grin. âYou mind doing one more favor for me, though? Youâre taller then me.â
âUm, sure? What do you need?â
âYeah? Flying would be cool. Iâm not really sure. Probably the ability to be able to mimic superpowers? So I could have them all if I wanted?â
âThereâs always one; âif I could have any wish, Iâd wish for three more wishesâ.â
    Steve glanced up as another news channel recapped the registration act, his jaw twitched with a clench as a slow exhale escaped through his nose. âFourth Amendment anyone?â he murmured after a moment.Â
âThey wouldnât let it go that far, would it?â
âIf you do not shut the fuck up I will fuck you in the ass.âÂ
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âThat...would probably not work, if you think about it. I mean, if youâre going for the ass, arenât they just gonna scream or yell or something? Isnât that what youâre complaining about?â
Laurel sat at her desk at the District Attorneyâs office. This wasnât where she pictured herself at first. She was wanting to help the poeple of the glades. She wanted to make a difference. She guessed she still was. She was fighting by the law during the day to put the criminals away, but at night, she was a vigilante who was putting those criminals in the court room. A smile crossed her lips as she picked up the name plate on her desk. âAssistant District Attorney Dinah Lance.â She loved the ring to it. Almost as much as she loved the ring to her alter ego Black Canary.Â
As she got lost in thought she heard a knock on her office door. âOh hello.â She placed her plate back down and stood. âHow can you help?â
âUm. ...I donât know.â Alas, Samnesia struck again.
âIf you could have superpowers, what would they be?â
He can answer that without having to think; âIâd be able to fly. You?â
Wanda tilted her head. Such sudden memory loss was completely foreign to her. It was almost as intriguing as it was heart-breaking. Poor Sam. âIs nice to meet you too, Sam,â she answered with a smile. Then she paused. Could-⊠Could she possibly try to help him using her mutation? It couldnât hurt to plant the m-word seed to see how he felt about them. âHave you considered, maybe⊠Alternative help for your condition? That you know of?â
â...I donât know, I canât remember.â
âOh,â Wanda declared once the flashlight was disabled on her device, âI do not remember pressing this, but I will know from now on. Thank you.â She paused, cradling the phone in her hands for a moment. âI do not recall meeting you before. Iâm Wanda.â
âNo problem. Iâm Sam, itâs nice to meet you. I mean, I donât remember meeting you either but I do have this brain thing, like, I think I hit my head or something because my short term memory is shot. I actually donât remember how this conversation started. Itâs nice to meet you, though.â
Kate nods. âTrue. Can you talk to animals, Sam? Because thatâd be hella cool. Iâve always wanted to talk to animals.â
âNo, why? Itâd be really cool, though, like, for reals.â
They were going to start this conversation over in 3⊠2âŠÂ âHey Sam! I think I remember hearing you say something about new wheels for your skateboard so.. surprise?â
âWhen was this? My wheels are fine.â
âOh,â she replied, angling her wheelchair so that she could face him fully, âwell, that complicates things. But I like complicated, so Iâll give it a try. Letâs see⊠Is it for IT help? Does Mr. Osborn need something?â
â...Um. I have no idea. Why?â
âYes, is my phone,â Wanda replied, watching as he fiddled with the foreign piece of technology, âis new and I donât know how to-â The young woman paused when he hovered his finger over the screen and requested permission to turn the flashlight off. Wanda granted it with a nod of her head, her lips pressed together. âIs okay if I watch?â she asked, âSo that I know for the next time and donât blind anyone else?â
âUh, sure. Thanks.â Sam turned the screen towards her and turned the flashlight off. âThere you go.â He held the phone back out towards her.
She laughs. âProbably. But he can deal with it. I donât think he likes the jacket I brought him.â
âProbably not. Some dogs like wearing things, but most of them donât. Iâm pretty sure the only way weâd know is if he could talk, though.â
âYeah Sam, theyâre the wheels of a dead person.â And then after a moment of silence, âReally?â
Sam blinked, having no choice but to take her at her word, then placed the wheels down on a nearby table. â...Um.â