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Jordan bangs her fist against the penthouse door, ignoring the quickly growing ache from knocking so harshly. She’s not moving from this spot until she gets an answer, no matter how long it takes.
Luckily, it’s only a minute or two before the door finally swings open. On the other side, Kazimieras (who is such dead meat at the moment, she’s not even using his nickname) is grumbling, “I told you, Mr. Davidson, we are not– ohhhh shit.”
She crosses her arms at him, staring judgmentally with both her brows raised. She revels in the panic that quickly takes over his expression, and just when she’s finally getting to the best of it, Kaz turns around and yells into the apartment, “OLIVER, SKYLAR, GET OVER HERE.”
“WHY?” Oliver’s voice almost immediately shouts back.
Jordan makes sure to keep up her glare while she waits for Kaz’s attention to return to her, just so that he knows she’s serious.
“We’ve got a visitor,” Kaz says, voice getting quieter with his nerves.
He turns around to face Jordan again, and then winces at her still-present glare. He takes a few steps away from the door, and Jordan distantly notes the odd, burn-looking spots underneath where Kaz had been gripping.
Oliver appears from out on the balcony, looking relaxed up until he realises just exactly who their visitor is. Then, he announces, “NOPE,” and attempts to make a break for it up stairs.
He almost makes it, too, only for Connie – or is it Skylar, because that’s definitely what that one TV commercial called her – to appear, pushing him back down, and then dragging him by the shirt back over to the door.
“So,” Connie says.
“SO,” Jordan responds, making sure that they all know exactly how dead they are.
All three of them swallow. Kaz, cautiously, pipes up, “Isn’t it a bit early for a highschool reunion?”
“I am going to beat all three of your bionic asses,” Jordan informs them, leaving no room for argument. “And then you are going to tell me just how long this has been going on, and why in the fresh hell you decided to keep it from me.”
“Oh, I’ve had my powers my entire—”
“NO,” both Oliver and Kaz interrupt, suspiciously fast. Oliver clears his throat, then explains, “This is sort of, uh. New.”
Jordan doesn’t believe them for a second. She wishes she brought her brass knuckles, all of a sudden, even though she’s only tried them out once or twice.
After a few moments of slightly awkward eye contact, she’s hesitantly waved into the apartment. She takes a few steps inside, allows Connie to close the door behind her, and then she kicks Oliver as hard as she can in the shin.
Oliver yelps, crumpling onto his now injured leg. Jordan doesn’t know what happens next, just that one second she’s grinning victoriously, and the next, Connie’s got her pinned to the ground.
“I said I was gonna beat your ass!” Jordan defends, irritated. “You all know you deserve it!”
“Who says you’re not an actual villain, pretending to be Jordan to try and get into the building,” Kaz accuses from above her, sounding oddly serious for the odd nature of the accusation.
But then again, she’s seen footage of all of her highschool acquaintances (except Gus, thank goodness) casually using actual superpowers, and defending a city from actual supervillains.
She fumbles for some sort of reasonable response, and eventually settles on, “You were absolute flakes for almost all of sophomore and junior year, Kaz had a crush on Stephanie, and Connie had all of these rumours about her because her ‘Dad’ was Oliver’s step-Dad.”
Connie drops her hold, and Jordan stumbles, taking a few seconds before managing to get back to her feet. She turns around, and settles her glare firmly back in place. “And, I’m guessing that the flaking because you three secretly got superpowers.”
“Kind of?” Kaz says.
Both Oliver and Connie punch him without looking. Kaz winces hard, which is an odd reaction, considering Oliver is a literal twig, and Connie doesn’t seem like the violent type.
“I had dormant powers when you first met me,” Connie starts, and she seems to be carefully picking her words. “But Oliver and Kaz found out about it, and so, since we couldn’t exactly mind wipe them, we hired them to intern at the island. And, eventually, there was an incident, and they got powers, too.”
Jordan rolls the explanation around in her head. She takes a full thirty seconds for it, too, not letting it slip by if there’s even a bit of a lie in there. But Connie having a past with the real life superpeople makes a lot of sense, with how there’s no digital footprint of her before the year she appeared, and all of the different rumours surrounding her past.
Finally, she sighs, and orders, “You three better tell me about all of this shit from now on. Do not spare a single detail.”
She sees both boys gulp. In sync, they say, “Yes ma’am.”
“We’ll do our best,” Connie says, more tamely. “Also, if you don’t mind, my real name is actually Skylar.”
She holds out a hand for a handshake, which Jordan hesitates before accepting.
“Nice to finally know the truth about you, Skylar.”
Skylar nods. “Nice to finally be telling you, Jordan.”