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[sdrawkcabtiyasi]

“Bruce....”

Zatanna stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, watching the man attempt to go through his usual workout routine. Stubborn as always. She had come to see how he was doing and judging by each wince and grunt, he was doing as well as she expected. Tsking under her breath, she approached him as he finally took a water break. “Bruce. you need to rest.”

@brucexthomasxwayne​

[detective-stone]

He shouldn’t be here. Every instinct was telling him this was a bad idea but he needed to know if she was alright. Between the chaos he had pulled Alicia from and his brother in town it was risky to be anywhere near someone he cared for but yet again here he was. Hopefully she didn’t shoot him on sight...

When the front door clicked and the handle turned, he stood up from the couch where he had been sitting for a couple hours, waiting for her to finish her shift for the day. “Don’t shoot.” he said immediately, raising his hands and stepping into the light of the lamp so she could better see it was a friendly face. Or at least, a face that used to be a friend.

“Look I know I’m the last person you want to see but....” he paused as his gaze swept over her in concern for her well being, doing his own assessment to see if she was physically hurt. “I heard what happened and I needed to see for myself that you were alright. That’s all.”

@detectivexspivot​

[ravager-rosie]

“After something like what just happened you check in.” Rose didn’t like this feeling. She never had. It had started when she was younger and Jason, her best friend, had failed to meet up one evening. She had brushed it off that he had gotten tied up with some need for justice but when news spread about the death of the recent Robin, all she could think about was she hadn’t followed up that night. From that point on, when he came back to her, she made sure to communicate and always check in. It was the one thing she was clingy about but she couldn’t help it.

Now she was standing like an idiot in front of one of his safe houses for the smallest of chances he was at this one - not that she hadn’t checked the others and said the same speech like a fool - and was voicing her concern to a damn security camera. “Listen, I just need to know you’re okay. You owe me that much, whatever we are.” she sighed, the anger wavering as worry crept into her strong resolve, taking a breath to regain herself. She didn’t like this feeling one bit and it felt even worse to be talking to inanimate object because she had no way of knowing if he was even listening or not.

“Please....just let me know you’re okay.”

@dickxgrayscn​

[donna-darkstar]

“Before you start, yes I know I’m in the paper.”

Donna touched down on the rooftop gently in front of her friend. They had arranged to meet up to watch the sunset and catch up after everything that had gone down the last couple of weeks and with the added bonus that they both could fly...

Putting her bag down on the roof next to the blanket that was already sprawled out, she unpacked some snacks and a couple bottles of wine. “Kyle has been going on and on about it and I’m tired of talking about me. Never been good at it. So tell me about you. I’m glad you’re okay since that whole ordeal - how did that night go for you?”

@starlxghtstarbrxght​

[lukexfox]

Luke sat quietly in the corner of the room, keeping his distance while also keeping a watchful eye on the woman sleeping across from him. It had taken a lot of convincing and assurances for him to even be allowed in, even in the heat of the moment he brought her in for help, her friends and colleagues had been suspicious and rightly so. He could only imagine how it looked as he stormed their doors with a battered and bleeding Supergirl in his arms - all suited up with the news stations raving about the altercation.

He longed for her to wake up but selfishly, he was grateful for her rest because it granted him a reprieve to gather his thoughts about the fact that someone else in his life was living a double life. There was no feelings of anger or betrayal, she didn’t owe him anything of course, it was more that he was starting to become numb to experiences that would ultimately rock many people’s world and he was beginning to question if that was good or not.

His train of thought came to a stop however, when he heard movement and he caught sight of her stirring. Resisting the urge to crowd her bedside, her simply sat up a little straighter and faced her with a cautious smile. “You’re awake...”

@girlofxsteel​

[detectivechucklxs]

Christian folded the case file perched in his fist before popping up from his desk. "You’ve been the better half of the morning silently tinkering away. I have made at least five openly offensive things and you didn’t even flinch. Not a single comeback or insult. You even brought me a coffee when I asked for one.” He gently nudged the top of her laptop closed to rouse some sort of reaction out of her. “What’s your problem, West?”

@westirisx​

[noevilshxllescapemysight]

The distant tapping of his sneakers slamming against the poorly paved sidewalk. Upon his return to Central City, the headlines suffocated out the relaxation that had laid over his skin. 

Supergirl defeated by unknown player.  It’s a dark night for the girl of steel: there’s a new dark star clouding the cosmos. 

It could have been anymore. A misguided metaphor that held no correlation with his star girl. Kyle watched the news roll over the televisions in the frosted display in the store front. The footage of the artfully built woman shielded behind the helmet. Shadows were cast along it as she stood overtop Supergirl with such a menacing expression. The suit was the only smoking gun that ignited his fear. Pushing through the few tourists that huddled together, he made a beeline down towards her apartment complex. This can’t be right. Donna wouldn’t do this. The tiny voice in the back of his head sung loudly to wash away the voices of the newscasters vilifying the cloaked woman who had literally stole Zeus’s thunder.

Two by two, he took to the three flights of stairs. A light sheen of sweat peppered his brow once he reached the top. Kyle kicked at the mat that had been left undisturbed; indicated by the perfectly angular lines of dirt left in its wake. Her spare key glistened beneath the rare bit of light that reflected off its beveled contours. He had never jammed a key so hard into a lock before this moment. “Donna,” he popped in through the ajar doorway before closing it gently behind him. 

“Donna call out..” his words far more frantic. “It’s just me.” 

@donna-darkstar​

[isla--perez]

At the knock on her door, Isla put down her book with a slightly aggravated sigh. She had hoped for a peaceful night in but she was guessing Alicia wasn’t about to let her have one of those. Steeling herself to whatever her venomous boss had come to deliver, she was pleasantly surprised to see who greeted her instead. “Well...better late than never I suppose..” she said as she opened the door wider and walked back into her apartment, not even waiting to see if they were following.

@steeling--history​