The Lazarus Effect

Forty-One

"We're not letting this go," Clark said. 

"Not even for a little while, Bruce," Hal's voice came from somewhere in the room. 

"You know what? Go do what you need to do. I want something useful by the time I get home," We all laughed. Ilya and I smiled at each other when the chat was turned off. 

"What are you going to do?" I asked. She stood up and smiled at me. 

"I'm going to put on my commoner clothes, Prince Jason. You coming?" 

"This is something I have to see," 

She darkened her make up, pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail, and changed her clothes. She has on a pair of ripped up skinny jeans, a fitted black v-neck with a Sex Pistols logo that looks like it was sprayed on there with cheap paint spray, a black leather jacket, and a pair of black working boots. Nothing fancy but damn does she look good in it. 

"Is this a costume?" I asked walking down the stairs with her as she put a satchel over her shoulder. 

"Nope, I dress like this a lot actually. I haven't done it in a while because I feel like Bruce wouldn't like it," she said as we walked out of the house. 

"We're going to look like we stole your car," I admitted. 

"Not taking our cars. Uber," she grabbed my hand pulling me along with her. There's a car parked outside the mansion gates when we finally reached it. 

"Martha McClaine?" the guy asked. I looked over at her surprised. 

"Yup," she said opening the door motioning me to get in. I scooted into the seat and she followed. 

"Where too?" he asked. 

"Crime Alley," 

"Any specific place?" 

"Nope, just drive. Chop chop," even the way she speaks is different. She leaned into me away from the reflection of the rearview mirror of the driver. 

"Who taught you how to survive out here?" I asked once we got out of the car. "You didn't pay," 

"Yeah, I did. On the app. You've never taken an Uber before?" 

"Never had to," I shrugged. "Who's Martha McClaine?" 

"I am. My middle name is Martha. I didn't know why until I met Bruce," she smiled looking down at her phone. 

"Tell me how you know how to be sneaky?" I asked looking around. The way she's standing with her back to against the brick wall told me she's watching herself and me. 

"Sin is from the Glades. We met after her dad went missing. Her first foster parents lived in my building. She spent a lot of time with me. One day, she came over and this massive bruise on her face when she was taken to a different place. She wouldn't tell me who had done that to her so I followed her. I got to kick her foster mom's ass and then we got robbed on our way back home. It was the way I was dressed. So, she taught me how to dress like her, act like her, and I became the way I did mostly because Sin was like a little sister to me. Even if she is older," 

"So, the princess likes to play among the subjects," 

"Can't give the people what they need if you don't know who they are," she winked. "Come on, he's close," 

"How are you tracking him?" I asked. 

"Apollo is using Snapchat to find him. It's harder to track people on their phone when you aren't part of their contacts but fortunately for us, this idiot didn't specify his privacy when he downloaded the app,"