The Bird and the Archer
Tonight's assignment was in Star City. There'd been a tip about potential metahuman activity and she'd been assigned to work on the case with Green Arrow. Which was... good. She hadn't worked with him all that much and he was still an unknown quantity. Once she was teleported onto a particular rooftop, she looked around for the emerald archer.
Teleportation was still disorienting. She didn't think she'd ever get used to it, but she couldn't deny its usefulness. There was something to be said for being able to go anywhere in the blink of an eye. All the same, that didn't stop her from longing for the days of simply being a street level vigilante, mostly confined to Gotham. When Batman wasn't trying to kick her out of 'his city,' that was. She thought that was pretty ridiculous, considering that her mom had been patrolling Gotham's streets since likely before he was born. And her dad had been a detective since before the Bat was born too. He couldn't be that old after all. Not unless there was truth to the rumors that he was a meta.