#nightstcrms

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@nightstcrms | starter.

    the demon’s fist is not a particularly affectionate collection of children. understandably so, certainly, but it makes times like these difficult for mara, likely for most of them. there are things that should be said because even though they aren’t at the heart of this, the effects are felt everywhere. people are frightened at the possibility that their city is next. families are faced with the reality that loved ones in metropolis are gone. superman is  -- well. mara won’t speak on something like that, can’t speak on it. 

   her team is...a family. will they ever admit to it ?? could they ever really interact in the same ways most families do ?? it’s not likely. but it’s still significant and it still brings forth something from mara when she returns to their base and sees nightstorm, alive and well, even though she already knew that he was, even though they’d have no reason to be involved in a city like metropolis. she stops just a few feet from the threshold of the door, somber and unnerved as she considers him. 

   “ i saw damian. it seems the bats are all accounted for. ” she doesn’t know why she chooses to start on that; it’s easier, maybe, factual. but her next words feel like lead in her mouth, “ are you -- doing alright ?? where are the others ?? ” it’s uncomfortable, even in it’s simplicity, but she’s their leader and she’s doing what she can, what she thinks she should.

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@nightstcrms | starter.

   “ there. ” on the map she’s laid out before him, there’s a multitude of red and black pen marks. cities circled and then haphazardly crossed out, names of heroes in alternating colors decorate the edges of different areas. it’s a map mara’s shown some considerable attention over the last week. not all heroes are quite as mainstream as the bat; finding a city without one hint of vigilantism stirring in it’s depths was not an easy task, but she’s done it. one way or another. 

    she moves from where she’s standing behind him and hops over the back of the couch, crouching beside night and pointing once more to a city name that’s circled three times in two different colors. “ this is where we can begin once more. with less complications in tow. ” she pauses and adds, “ it is known for it’s trouble, but nothing we could not handle. from what i can gleam, there’s no hero scene, no real villain scene. simply people doing foolish things occasionally. you wanted to leave -- this is where we go. ” she waits for his reaction, values his thoughts on the matter more than she’d say aloud, but certainly he knows as much.

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@nightstcrms

“Excuse me,” Dante picks up the book left on the subway seat and strides off in the direction he sees the owner walking in. “I think you left this--” He holds it out and sees the title for the first time, smiles warmly and chuckles. “Though I can’t say I would blame you if it was on purpose. The Art of War is a--dry--read at best. Though this is a very nice copy.”