<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ebNp3eAXKMI/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Chris Knight<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Tempest<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>1030 EDT, March 22, 2016 (0330 UTC, March 23, 2106)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metropolis, Suicide Slums<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Canary<strong>Mentioned: Supergirl, New Justice League Members</strong><br/><strong>Open:</strong>Azreal, Black Canary, Flash, Green Arrow, Hawkgirl, Hawkman, Raven, Supergirl<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Chris looked out of the broken window of the warehouse he was at, overlooking towards the north, to the rest of Suicide Slums that was before him.  The window was broken enough, and the space about him such that he had no issue maintaining contact with<em>Invidia</em>if he should need too.  It had been a quiet night, in which it allowed Chris to reflect upon events that had happened these last few weeks.  While Chris took his gifts seriously, and dedicated himself to aiding Metropolis where he could, he did not believe he was such a player to attract that much attention in the meta-human community.  Then to his secure computer server he gets a file to end all files, from Batman none the less.  The magnitude of it was still enough to give Chris pause.<br/><br/>The Justice League.  Never in his wildest imagination did Chris think he would be a part of such an organization.  He was not so naive to think that as Tempest he was completely unknown.  He had earned a small bit of press even though he did the best to ignore it.  That Batman knew who Chris was had been a sobering experience.  Chris had not been diligent about his identity, and his actions in Japan were not something that could be swept under the rug.  Not even the USAF had that amount of pull.  Kara Zor-El knew who Chris was, and he had partnered with her on occasion.  Well<em>partnered</em>would be a bit strong of a word.  Cleaned up as she did the heavy lifting of the incident was more like it.  She also had the intelligence to figure out who Chris was.<br/><br/>At the time he did not think twice about it.  By that time he had built a relationship with Kara, or at the very least they were friendly and respected one another, not only for their abilities, but for their minds as well.  It was a two way street, or at least Chris like to think it was.  He saw it as such and that opinion held weight.  Chris was not as zealous as some at keeping his identity secret.  While he did not flaunt it to the public, Chris really had no family, no significant other, no real friends that were not meta-humans themselves.  Chris had assumed that any meta-human close to him was capable enough to defend themselves.  Still, Chris did not broadcast out who he was to the public at large, for fear of the unintended consequences it may cause.  It was clear he was going to need to keep a tighter grip about that.  He did not want careless disregard to end up being a threat to the League.<br/><br/>Chris was about to call it quits for tonight, perhaps asking his air spirit<em>Invidia</em>to track down Kara, see if she was up for another discussion.  He enjoyed talking about events and technology with Kara.  Chris looked forward at times to his long conversations with Kara.  She was a person he could talk to, not only about items that interested them both, but also vent a little.  It helped keep Chris balanced so as not to repeat what happened in Japan.  A way to purge negative emotions as time before the leaked and tainted the spirits he called upon for his abilities.  Not to mention Kara was an easy woman to chat with, and took Chris' mind off of what he had lost in the past.<br/><br/>All of that was interrupted when Black Canary's voice came over the League intercom.  At her words Chris could not believe it.  It could not be Superman.  No way did Chris think for a minute that he would be involved, not in such a blatant and violent act.  No there had to be something else too this.  Chris was not in the same league as Batman when it came to deductive reasoning and coming up with the information that he did, making the leaps of logic that turned out to be sure brilliance, but he was no slouch either.  In his previous life he had the highest closure rate of cases, and Chris had not let that training go to waste.  Still, analyzing the crime scene needed to come after, right now there was a need undo and contain the damage already done.<br/><br/>Chris activated his communicator.  He needed to do so now before he took off.  While Chris at times still marveled and revealed at the freedom of flight,<em>Invidia</em>was far from quiet, and when Chris flew, it took a wind stream swirling about the speed of a class one tornado, and all the wind noise that accompanied it.  Try talking into a cellphone with just a thirty mile wind blowing in the background and anyone that would be able to pick up every third word was lucky indeed. The noise increased in speed and sound the faster that Chris urged<em>Invidia</em>, making any communication save mental impossible, and even mental was problematic as maintaining a wind stream for flight require more than a small bit of focus and concentration on his part.  Bottom line, if Chris wanted to be heard and understood, he needed to do so before he took off and few towards the action.  As much as Chris wanted to be in the action and fly there as fast as<em>Invidia</em>could take him, he followed long driven into him protocol and responded.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Canary, this is Tempest.  I am currently in Suicide Slum.  It would take me less than three minutes to respond.  It won't be quiet, but it will be fast.  Let me know if you want me to respond to the threat.</em></strong>Chris then waited for the answer.  Already about him the air started to circulate.  Small items of light litter like paper and such rising and fluttering about the small wind stream,<em>Invidia</em>already sensing Chris' mood and thoughts and anticipating his actions.  She was getting ready to launch Chris fast into the air, and she too was like a large dog straining at a leash, pulling its owner for a ride as he went for a walk, exited and eager.  Such was what it was like to harness the pure elemental power of the air, to be holding onto<em>Invidiia</em>by the scruff of her neck till he knew where he was to go.  Then he would indulge<em>Invidia's</em>eagerness, as well as his own.