SEASON THREE, CHAPTER SEVEN
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Quinn grunted as she roughly punched the punching bag, the woman in the training room all day, momentarily leaving only to eat and use the restroom.

She wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand, the woman releasing breaths as she continued letting her rage out on the bag.

As she hit it harder each time, Quinn felt herself grow more angry, her eyes turning a quartz-white colour as she felt the strong urge to use her powers.

Yelling furiously, Quinn conjured up a sound wave and threw it towards one of the racks of weapons behind her, all of them clattering to the floor at the action.

Releasing breaths as she began to calm down, Quinn's eyes shifted back to normal, the woman running a hand through her hair as she soon went back to the punching bag and began to punch it again.

"Picturing Jason on there?" Dick's voice broke her out of her concentration, Quinn briefly turning her head to meet his gaze as she shook her head, her gaze reverting back to the bag in front of her.

"No."

"So, Crane then." Dick spoke, Quinn turning to face him again, this time, the woman not responding, essentially confirming Dick's assumption as she faced the bag once again. "I get it Quinn, you're mad. And you have every right to be."

Quinn blew out a breath as she turned around to face him, the woman resting her hands on her hips.

Understanding Quinn's refusal to talk about the topic, Dick changed the subject. "Crane's back at it. I'm just about to assemble everyone."

"Okay. Just give me ten minutes to shower and get ready." Quinn replied simply, as she was in her training gear—a sports bra and gym shorts, the woman grabbing her drink bottle from the ground and walking past Dick, the man releasing a sigh as he glanced after her.

•

Quinn bit her lip in vexation as she crossed her arms, the team watching a video of the chaos ensuing around Gotham as a result of the fear gas Crane had created.

Quinn couldn't help but imagine how she'd behave if she'd been dosed with more than what Crane had given her.

Dick paused the video, the man catching the team's attention as he started. "A dozen dead in under two hours. Crane and Red Hood were only doing a trial run."

"And I was their test rabbit." Quinn added irritatedly as she caught the group's attention.

Sending her an apologetic look, Kory waited a moment before speaking up. "Crane is weaponising anybody willing to take his drug."

"It's turning people into violent psychopaths." Quinn continued her point with a nod.

"That's what he did with Jason." Gar pointed out with raised eyebrows.

"Jason's gone." Dick replied almost immediately. "He hurt Quinn, and now he's Red Hood. It's time we accept what he is."

Somehow, Quinn still felt a little sympathy for Jason, despite the boy allowing Crane to use the fear gas on her.

Ultimately, she was confused.

She was supposed to feel hatred for him.

She was supposed to despise him.

Yet, when she thought about him, all she felt was empathy.

Gar briefly glanced at the ground before shifting his attention to Dick again as the man continued. "Now that Crane has the multiplier, he's gonna start mass producing this drug."

"This was the damage after three inhalers. Imagine what happens with thirty thousand." Kory added with raised eyebrows.

"Gotham would tear itself apart." Gar quietly spoke, a small frown appearing on his face as he spoke.

"Did you do scans on the machine yet?" Dick glanced at Conner as he changed the subject.

"I tried to trace the multiplier's heat and power signatures, but so far, nothing." Conner answered, Quinn's eyebrows furrowing at the words. "It's like he's hidden it."

"Keep looking." Dick responded simply as he began to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Quinn frowned at the man.

"There's another computer at the GCPD that does the same sorta thing." Dick answered. "Better hardware."

"Why haven't we been using it?" Kory furrowed her eyebrows.

"Because it's illegal." Dick responded, the man glancing at Kory as he continued. "Kory, can I speak to you for a sec?"

Kory sighed before nodding, the woman walking over to him as the two turned the other way.

Quinn turned to Gar and Conner, the woman sitting on the desk and crossing her arms.

"What's up?" Kory asked quietly, Dick glancing at her as he replied.

"Can you do me a favour?"

"Yeah, sure. Anything." Kory nodded, a small, confused frown overtaking her features as she spoke.

Dick waited a moment before responding, the man glancing at Quinn briefly as he met Kory's gaze again. "Can you just keep an eye-out on Quinn? You know, make sure she's okay?"

The puzzled frown faded from Kory's face as she nodded. "Of course."

A small smile appeared on Dick's face at the words. "Thanks."

Kory sent Dick a small smile in return, Dick nodding as he turned around and walked out of the lair.

•

Quinn blew out a breath as she waited by the laptop.

Since the team were all doing their own thing in trying to stop Crane, Quinn decided that she'd keep an eye-out for any drug rings she could bust that had any affiliation to him.

As if on cue, a location popped up on the laptop, Quinn sitting up at the action.

A small smirk appeared on her face as she took a photo of the screen, the woman standing up and slipping her phone in her pocket as she began to leave Wayne Manor.

•

Quinn cleared her throat as she casually walked into the factory, the criminals turning to face her at the action.

They frowned at her presence, one of them pulling out a gun as he began to walk closer to her. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Funny, that's exactly what I was gonna ask." Quinn raised her eyebrows as the man stood in front of her, the gun aimed at her head.

She raised her hand as she then lowered the gun, the man frowning as he went to raise it again, Quinn swiftly taking it out of his hands and hitting him over the head with it, his head bleeding out as he fell to the ground.

The other criminals all took their guns out, Quinn huffing a chuckle at the action as she threw the gun away and raised her hands in a surrender motion.

"Who are you?" Another criminal questioned, a frown on his face as he aimed his gun at her head.

"Lower your guns and I'll tell you." Quinn replied calmly, the criminals sharing suspicious glances before slowly lowering their weapons.

From the corner of her eye, Quinn noticed one of them move his finger around the trigger.

Quinn let out a sigh as she balled one of her hands into a fist, the man quickly ageing and falling to the ground in a puddle of bones, the rest of the criminals widening their eyes as they raised their guns again.

"I'd advise you not to do that." Quinn spoke up, the woman slowly beginning to walk closer to the group.

"Stay back!" One of the criminals yelled.

Another came up behind her, Quinn roughly elbowing him in the face, the man stumbling back at the action as his nose began to bleed.

Quinn then grabbed his arm and twisted it back, breaking it in two places. He let out a pained cry, Quinn kicking his stomach and sending him to the ground. "I'll deal with you later."

She turned to face the rest of the criminals again as she continued, the woman's anger growing as she did so. "I haven't been in the best mood recently. And it's all been because of your 'revolutionary' drug."

As she walked closer, her eyes turned into a quartz-white colour, the woman conjuring up a sound wave as she finished. "So you can thank Crane for this."

With that, Quinn hurled the sound wave at the group, all of them flying towards the other side of the large factory and dying on impact immediately, Quinn releasing a breath as her eyes shifted back to normal, the woman then turning around to face the other man, who was still alive.

He released terrified pants as Quinn walked closer to him, the woman stepping on his broken arm, the man groaning in pain at the action.

"Where's Crane?" Quinn immediately started, the man glaring at her as he released pained breaths.

"You don't tell me, and your other arm's gonna break, too." Quinn raised her eyebrows as she continued, the woman digging her heel further into his arm, the man yelling in agony. "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" The man exclaimed, Quinn scoffing at the words, the woman grabbing his other arm.

Before she could twist it, the man quickly added. "Okay, okay! I don't know where he is, but I can give you another name."

"I'm listening." Quinn answered, her eyebrows quirking up at the words.

"Valeska Nox." The man panted. "Valeska Nox. That's all I know, okay? I swear. Can you please let me go now?!"

"Where is she?" Quinn frowned.

"You want the address? Fine!" The man exclaimed as he then told Quinn the address, as well as everything he knew about Valeska.

Quinn hesitated for a moment before letting go of his arm, the woman lifting her heel off his other arm as she spoke up, the man panting at the action as he caught his breath. "Next time, I won't go so easy."

With that, she then made her way out of the factory, the woman calling Kory as she began to walk down the street.

As soon as Kory answered, Quinn spoke up. "Hey."

"Hey, what's up?" Kory questioned from the other end.

"Where are you right now?" Quinn asked as she reached the car.

"At the manor, why?" Kory furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"I've got a lead. Valeska Nox. Some crime boss involved with Crane." Quinn responded as she got in the car, the woman starting it up. "I'll send you the address now, meet me there."

•

"When's Grayson showing up?" Blackfire questioned as her and Kory approached Quinn, who was standing outside Valeska's house.

"He's not." Quinn answered simply, the woman meeting Blackfire's gaze as she continued. "Dick's parents were murdered by a Gotham crime family, there's no way he'll work with mobsters."

"Selfish of him." Blackfire hummed as she glanced away.

Kory frowned at her sister. "Some crimes can't be forgiven."

Blackfire scoffed at the words.

"Let's go." Quinn spoke up after a moment, Blackfire and Kory nodding as the trio began to walk towards Valeska's front door, a security guard frowning at the three.

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"What happened to your nose?" Valeska frowned at her security guard, Quinn, Kory, and Blackfire walking into the room at the words.

"Valeska Nox." Kory started with a smile as the trio stopped in front of her. "My name is K-"

"Fire-star and Banshee, right? Yeah, I've seen you on television." Valeska cut her off, the woman glancing between Kory and Quinn, who sent her fake, friendly smiles in return.

Kory and Blackfire leant against the counter, while Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, their gazes remaining on the crime boss in front of them.

"Can I offer you ladies a drink?" Valeska continued after a moment. "Oh! Hope you realise you're trespassing, I should call the authorities, I feel unsafe."

"We won't be long, Valeska." Quinn responded simply.

"And we're not your enemies." Kory added, the woman huffing a small chuckle as she continued. "Well, not today..."

"We hear you're having second thoughts about Red Hood and Jonathan Crane." Quinn started, the woman cutting straight to the chase.

"Never heard of either." Valeska shrugged as she glanced away.

"Ms Nox, don't bullshit us." Kory replied abruptly, Blackfire smirking proudly at her sister as she continued. "Partnering with someone like Crane only takes you one way. From what we've heard, you're smart enough to understand that."

"All we wanna know is their location." Quinn added, catching Valeska's attention. "Once we know that, we can make them go away."

"But if you can't, all of this comes back on me." Valeska scoffed as she glanced between the women. "What guarantees do I have?"

Quinn huffed a chuckle as she responded. "There are rarely guarantees in any situation. Look, you help us now, and we owe you a favour."

Kory nodded as she added. "You don't help us, and when we find Crane and Red Hood anyway, our next stop will be you. Believe that."

Quinn raised her eyebrows as she continued. "And, since you've seen us on TV, you know exactly what we're capable of, correct?"

A smirk appeared on Kory's face at Quinn's words.

Hesitating briefly at the threat, Valeska glanced at Blackfire. "You don't talk much."

Blackfire hummed in response. "Bosses orders."

"What is the deal, superheroes?" Valeska glanced between Quinn and Kory as she spoke up. "You wanna know about Red Hood and Crane? They're making moves tonight. I can help you stop them. But I need something first. Trust is earned."

"What do you want?" Kory asked with a sigh.

"Recovery." Valeska replied, the woman momentarily glancing down at the bench as she continued. "I need you to bring back something that I lost. Something personal."

•

Shooting her son in the head, Valeska released a breath, the woman's devastated gaze on his lifeless body on the floor. "He was working for the FBI. Became a liability. I didn't have a choice."

"We promised him he'd be safe!" Kory exclaimed, her eyes wide as she angrily stared at Valeska.

Shrugging in response, Valeska walked over to her desk and placed the gun on the table, the woman walking towards Kory, Quinn, and Blackfire again as she stood in front of them. "Never make promises you can't keep. Speaking of which, you did your part, I'll do mine. I'll tell you what I know about Crane."

Kory just furrowed her eyebrows, the woman holding her hand out as she responded. "I like to shake on my deals."

Sighing again, Valeska shook her hand. "Fair enough, Titan."

Kory just shrugged, her grip on Valeska's hand tightening. "Not only a Titan. I'm a queen."

With that, the woman's eyes flashed green, her hair turning fiery red as she burnt Valeska to a crisp, the crime boss screaming in agony as she withered and fell to the ground in a pile of ash.

Quinn eyebrows raised as she shared a glance with Blackfire, who smirked at her sister's actions.

Kory just sighed as she walked away, Quinn and Blackfire following her after a moment.

"Don't." Kory immediately spoke as she turned around to face her sister and Quinn.

"What?" Quinn asked with a small frown as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Don't say 'I told you so'." Kory responded irritatedly. "I know we needed Valeska's intel, I know I screwed up."

"Koriand'r, you were right to have done what you did." Blackfire replied simply, Kory furrowing her eyebrows in confusion at the words. "That rage you feel right now...I felt that the day I killed our parents. Perhaps now is the time to tell you why."

"After you stopped Trigon, you didn't come back home. You cut off communication and stayed on Earth." Blackfire continued, Quinn glancing at her as she spoke. "The people of Tamaran were angry. Why was their beloved Starfire not returning to rule? So, they blamed me. The cursed child. I must've driven you away so that I can take the throne for myself. There were riots, calls for my head. They believed that killing me would bring you back."

Quinn's gaze shifted into one of sympathy as Blackfire went on. "And mother and father...they saw a way to restore peace and maintain power. All they had to do was sacrifice their lesser daughter. They decided that 51% was good enough for them, too. I had no choice, Koriand'r, because they never gave me one."

Hesitating for a moment, Kory spoke up, her voice soft. "Why did you come to Earth?"

"I thought that if I took the throne...it would help me unify Tamaran. But Tamaran hates me." Blackfire responded quietly, the woman shifting her attention away from her sister. "I came to Earth to convince you to rule by my side. Even though I knew you would never forgive me. I'm not even sure you believe me now. But it's the truth."

Interrupting the moment, the front door opened, one of Valeska's men walking in and stopping at the sight of the trio.

Sharing glances, Quinn, Kory and Blackfire immediately knew what they had to do.

•

"Talk to me." Quinn started as she answered the phone, the woman standing next to Kory and Blackfire, the three around the, now tied up, man working for Valeska.

"We tracked Crane at the Conroy District, but we don't know what building." Dick responded from the other end. "His machine goes hot in less than an hour."

"We already know, Kory was about to call Barbara." Quinn responded as she glanced at Kory momentarily, her gaze reverting back to the man in front of her as she put her phone on speaker, so both Kory and Blackfire could hear. "We got some intel from the mob, Valeska Nox gave Crane supplies in a Red Hood deal."

"Wait, you made a deal with the mob?" Dick furrowed his eyebrows at the words.

"A deal would be overstating it. This 'Valeska' woman sent Crane a shipment of...what was it again?" Kory questioned, the woman patting the man's shoulder as she waited for his answer, Quinn moving her phone closer to him.

"Freon." The man rasped.

"Louder." Quinn spoke with raised eyebrows, the man speaking up as he repeated the word.

"Thank you." Kory added with a small smirk.

"Does that narrow it down?" Quinn asked as she glanced at her phone. "If not, we could just grill this guy more, maybe use force."

"Freon?" Dick questioned, the man frowning as he glanced at Barbara. "Air conditioning coolant..."

"Victor." Barbara spoke in realisation, the woman next to Dick.

"Victor?" Quinn frowned at the unfamiliar name, the woman sharing a brief glance with Kory, who shrugged in confusion.

"Victor Fries." Dick answered. "I know exactly where Crane is."

•

"Over here, fellas." Dick started over the smoke bombs, the criminals shifting their attention towards him and the Titans, Quinn, Dick, Kory, and Blackfire suited up, while Gar and Conner were wearing their usual attire.

Quinn smirked as Dick twirled his two batons, electricity sparking from the top of both.

The criminals immediately began shooting at them, the bullets ricocheting off their suits as they all spread out.

Quinn came up behind one of them, the woman grabbing his head and swiftly twisting it, his neck snapping as he fell to the ground.

Noticing the attack, one other criminal ran up to her, Quinn holding her hand up and balling it into a fist, the man rapidly ageing and falling to the ground in a pile of bones.

Two other criminals advanced towards her, Quinn dodging their attacks as she kicked one of the guns out of one of their hands, the woman then hurling a sound wave at him as he flew across the building, the man dying on impact.

The other criminal tried shooting at her head with his gun, Quinn moving quickly as she dodged the bullets.

She then walked closer to him, the woman grabbing the man's wrist and twisting his hand back around to face him, her finger pulling the trigger and shooting him straight in the heart, the man falling to the ground as he bled out.

Another one approached her and tried hitting her, Quinn grabbing his fist mid-punch and roughly kneeing him in the crotch, the man crying out in agony as he doubled over in pain.

Quinn pulled his head up and punched him in the face, the woman punching him a few more times before dropping him to the floor, jarringly kicking him once in the stomach before moving away.

Quinn dusted her hands off as she released a breath, the woman then making her way towards Kory, Dick approaching them from the other side.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Dick started as he glanced at Kory, the man standing next to Quinn.

"Yep. Stand back." Kory responded simply, Quinn and Dick taking a step back as Kory shot a fireball towards the main power area of the building.

Huffing a chuckle, Quinn shared a smirk with Dick, the two glancing at the mini explosion in front of them once again.

•

Quinn ran into the room Jason was supposed to be in, Dick, Kory, and Gar following close behind.

"Clear." Quinn started as the group entered the, completely empty, room, Jason and Crane nowhere to be found.

"Check the exits, they're on the move." Dick spoke up, the man quickly walking out of the room.

Kory followed, Quinn staying with Gar.

Gar glanced at the chair, the boy furrowing his eyebrows at it.

"Don't worry, we'll find him." Quinn started as she noticed Gar's disappointment.

"I want to find him too, Gar." She sighed, the woman gently placing her hand on his shoulder as she waited a moment before speaking up again. "Come on, we've gotta go."

Hesitating for a moment, Gar eventually nodded, the two then hurrying out to catch up to the rest of the group.

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The sounds of joyful laughter from the kitchen caught Quinn's attention, the woman then glancing at the ground as she fiddled with the rings on her fingers, her knee bouncing up and down in a mixture of anxiety and anger.

She was sitting on the couch in the living room, various thoughts of Jason and Crane swirling around her head.

How was she supposed to celebrate the team's victory when, for her, they didn't win anything?

Crane was still on the move, and Jason was forced to follow along.

Snapping her out of her thoughts, Dick sat down next to her, Quinn meeting his gaze as he spoke up. "You're not celebrating with us?"

"I'm not in the mood." Quinn responded softly, the woman clearing her throat as her gaze reverted back to the ground.

"Quinn, we won tonight." Dick started as his gaze never wavered from her face.

"Did we?" Quinn spoke quietly, Dick slightly furrowing his eyebrows as her tone became more assertive. "Because, how I see it, Crane got away, and Jason's still being controlled by him."

"We'll get them." Dick replied, Quinn huffing a faux chuckle as she stood up.

"Yeah, like how you got him when I was kidnapped?!" Quinn snapped, Dick's frown deepening as he stood up, too. "You didn't seem too keen then, Dick!"

Dick stopped in surprise, the man not expecting her to suddenly blow up at him.

It wasn't like her at all.

"Quinn, we're trying." Dick crossed his arms.

"Yeah, clearly not enough." Quinn replied curtly, rage boiling up in her body at the thought of what Jason could currently be going through. "And hey, if you're not trying for Jason, because god knows you hate him, at least try for me. Or, is that too much for you to handle as well? Maybe none of us are worth that much to you, considering everything you do is for yourself."

Raising his eyebrows at her hurtful words, Dick was speechless.

Not waiting another moment, Dick turned around and walked out of the room, Quinn watching him leave.

Finally realising the impact of her words, Quinn tightly squeezed her eyes shut, the woman glancing at the ground as she mentally cursed herself.

"Dick, wait." Quinn sighed as she walked in the direction he walked in.

Stopping at the entrance of Barbara's room, Quinn's attention was drawn to Dick and Barbara kissing, Dick's hand cupping her cheek as the kiss deepened.

Quinn's heart dropped in her chest at the sight, the woman feeling her cheeks heat up and tears sting the corners of her eyes.

Not waiting another moment, Quinn quickly walked away, the woman wiping the upcoming tears away from her eyes as she left.

•

Quinn blew out a breath as she waited for the bartender to make her a drink.

She couldn't get the image of Dick and Barbara kissing out of her head, the woman regretting not forgiving Dick sooner, as well as her harsh words.

It was all her fault.

To her, she practically drove him to Barbara. If only she told Dick about her feelings earlier, maybe they'd be together again.

Maybe if she hadn't blown up at him, they could work everything out properly.

"I know that look." A male voice snapped her out of her thoughts, Quinn turning to face the man as he sat in the chair next to her.

"And what look are you referring to, exactly?" Quinn questioned with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Regret." The man responded simply, a small smile appearing on his face as he held his hand out for her shake. "Dylan."

Quinn glanced between his outstretched hand and his face for a moment, the woman shaking his hand as she responded. "Quinn."

"Nice to meet you, Quinn." Dylan smirked.

"Likewise." Quinn sent him a small nod as the bartender handed her the drink, the woman about to pull out her wallet, when Dylan stopped her, the man sliding money to the bartender as he payed for her drink.

Quinn glanced at him as she spoke up, a small frown taking over her features. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did." Dylan met her gaze as he continued. "Drinks are on me."

Quinn's eyebrows raised as she huffed a chuckle, the woman nodding as she took a sip from her drink.

"Who am I to turn down free drinks?" Quinn joked, a smile tugging at her lips as Dylan smirked.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

I just wanna make this clear, i've always been a dickkory stan, so episode 7 didn't happen 🤩

also!

JACK FALAHEE
AS
DYLAN YOUNG

definitely watch how to get away with murder if you haven't already, I highly recommend it 😌 plus, jack's amazing as conner!