Introduction to Fandom Muses

I've never been big on introductions. We live in the age of technology. Anything you want to know about me you could have at your fingertips with only a few simple keystrokes. I could tell you not to believe everything you read, but that would just encourage you to believe it all. After all, how does one explain why they were caught making out with triplets at the beach party they threw to send one of their friends off into marital bliss? The explanation is kind of boring honestly. See one of our mutual friends hired the triplets as entertainment, and I was ensuring that the groom to be wouldn't end up in trouble with his new bride. It's tough being a good friend, but the important things are supposed to be tough.

Anyway, yes I'm Oliver Queen, and if you keep up with society papers or tabloids you might have heard of me. It's unfortunate that I'm known more for my personal exploits than for the extraordinary work that my company does, but people tend to like to read juicy personal details over stock reports. I'm the CEO of Queen Industries. My father built the company, and I inherited it when he and my mother perished in a plane crash when I was a child. I had very big shoes to fill when I stepped up after I finished school to take over the company. I have no illusions that I am even half the man my father was. That doesn't stop me from trying to continue the good work that he began when he built the company.

Anything else you want to know should be available with a basic internet search, or found in any of the numerous unauthorized biographies that are available at your local bookstores.

Sometimes Kamna wondered if it was fate that led her to Smallville during the last Meteor shower. She had stopped for gas, and to take some cash out of the atm. Her real destination was Metropolis. She had a job interview with The Daily Planet, and wanted to make a good impression. It was one of the most respected newspapers in the world after all. She had just completed her Master's in Journalism at Washington State University, and was ready to get her foot in the door at one of the best newspapers in the country. She'd heard rumors of strange things that happened in Smallville, Kansas and thought that bringing the paper a juicy story would increase her chances of being hired.

It was an expose on LuthorCorp. One that she worked very hard on researching. She wasn't naive enough to believe it would actually be published. Lex and Lionel Luthor had proved a long time ago that they had a way of making sure things they didn't want exposed were never seen in the press. The fact that LuthorCorp had connections at the Planet made it a calculated risk. Either the story would buy her a way into the door, or it would endanger her life. Kamna was willing to take the chance.

The gas tank was filled, and she found her way to the atm. Just as she was typing in her pin number the meteors hit. She hadn't even known a shower was expected. Something happened in that moment. Something that she would chalk up to fate and destiny. The shop owner was killed in the blast, but Kamna Patel walked away. In fact, she walked away with the entire contents of the ATM machine. She'd somehow managed to tap into the electronic controls and forced it to give her what she wanted.

It was a fluke, she told herself. Just a simple fluke due to the storm. She convinced herself of this until she tested out her ability to control computers by overriding security at a museum and walking away with a priceless heirloom or two. All thoughts of becoming a journalist at a paper so close to Smallville were tossed out. She knew enough from local gossip to know that avoiding all things Luthor and Smallville was the key to surviving if you were gifted with meteor enhanced abilities. Not that she could prove Luthor was behind what happened to some of the meteor infected people. He was a Scientist though, and she didn't want to risk him trying to unravel the mystery that she now was.

For awhile she traveled to various cities, perfecting her gift, and building up her own secret identity. After all, if you were going to run the risk of running into those costumed superhero types you had better be able to conceal your own identity. She stuck to the basics. No spider or bat costumes for her. Instead she prided herself in stealing from the ninjas that her father and brother had admired. She would leave at night, dressed in all black, her face mostly covered as she used the martial arts abilities she learned from her brother and the gift from the meteor shower she survived to take what she wanted when she wanted it. New York suited her tastes for a bit, but soon she decided it was overrun with superhero types. Gotham only had The Batman and it's own collection of freaks that kept The Batman busy.

Gotham was the perfect place for someone like Kamna to blend in. She got a job at the local paper, The Gotham Gazette, and found an apartment with a nice view of the city. By day she reported on the news in the city, and by night she pulled off jobs that would make the next day's headlines. It was a good life, and she finally felt like she fit in. She didn't need to travel anymore. Gotham was home.