Not a Saturday, not a Wednesday, not even a respectable Friday— the Justice League descended on Amity Park, Illinois on a Sunday.
It was a pretty normal Sunday. It was Sam and her boys, and they were trying their hardest to get her mind off of Undergrowth, talking about the silliest, most asinine of things. Sam was trying to join in, making half hearted cracks at them for the jokes, but it was hard to take her mind off of the all-consuming feeling of The Green. Sam’s smile flickered.
Danny and Tucker’s smiles dropped, wide-eyed concern taking over as they turned to fully face her. Sam… Sam could only offer a weak smile, which they returned with sympathy. They’d had their share of mind control experiences, too, after all. Something settled in the pit of Sam’s stomach at that realization: she was the furthest thing from alone. They may not know exactly how it felt for her, but they knew, and that mattered more. Sam smiled again, but this one was more genuine, closer to a muted grin.
“Cappuccino with oat milk for Sam!”
Sam refocused her attention on the little barista cart. She loved this place, which was why Her Boys had been dragging her around for the past hour and a half to find the constantly moving pop-up-shop. Today, they had parked themselves around the town’s centre, and the boys were already talking about how they planned to take her to the park (she didn’t know how to tell them that she’d have a panic attack if they did that, but she had the ten minutes it takes to get there to figure it out). She smiles at the barista, “Thanks,” She reaches for the cup just when a shadow passes over her.
Sam is not a normal girl, and she is not from a normal town— maybe if one of her best friends couldn’t fly, or maybe if she didn’t live in Amity, where Ghost attacks were apart of the weather report, she wouldn’t have noticed so quickly. However, Samantha Manson does, in fact, live in Amity Park, Illinois, and have a friend who flies under his own power, so she realizes very quickly that the shadow passing over her is very human-shaped. That, was the first thing Sam noticed.
The second thing, was that Tucker would’ve come grabbed her if Danny’s Ghost Sense went off while her back was turned— therefore, this could not be a Ghost.
Thirdly: Danny had forsworn power usage except in an emergency (like a Ghost attack, which, as proven in point two, was not happening) for the day, though there had been an intense debate between him and Tucker on whether it would be better for him to scout ahead for the coffee cart, which Tucker obviously lost given Danny’s whole foreswearing thing.
Fourth: Danny didn’t fly like that shadow did. Sam knew his shadows well, and putting aside how wrong the shape was, period, it wasn’t flying right to be Danny.
So, when Sam looked up, she looked up with fear, and she didn’t stop when she saw the Justice League flying over her. “…Danny…?”
Danny was by her in barely a second, a tight grip on her elbow like he was holding her up (maybe he was). “I’ve got you, Sam.”
Superman stopped in the middle of the town square, hovering just above the rooftops.
Sam’s heart felt like it was beating through her chest.
Tucker grabbed her other arm. “Sam? Yo, Manson, you good?”
Superman turned and looked her in the eye.
Sam shook in her friends’ arms. “Danny…. Danny, get me out of here.”
They snapped to attention at her sides, and all Sam could focus on was Superman floating closer, his hand on his ear, speaking carefully into what had to be a comm.
And then the three were gone without a trace, and Superman was left looking.
“Superman, you said you found her?”
Superman pursed his lips, staring down where the trio once was. “Had. Had found her. She saw me and panicked. Said some code phrase that made them all disappear. Batman, what’s going on?”
“Don’t worry about that right now. Just find her.”
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