❝ silk spectre ii, nice to meet you, ❞ came the voice of a young, fresh - faced brunette, eager to finally be inside the meeting place of manhattan’s crime busters — and away from the ( over bearing ) eyes of the mother who seemed all too keen on living through her only daughter, these days. everything from laurie juspeczyk’s costume, to the way she carried herself, to the very name that all would soon know, were hand - picked by the elder woman who sat waiting for her outside in a slick, black limousine —— she’d been a hero, once, laurie’s mother ... and expected the same from the woman who stood with a hand outstretched towards a man in a mask. ❝ call me laurie though, if you want to. ❞
taking in the other’s costume with a raised brow, she couldn’t help the grin from spreading across her features. ❝ I don’t get it —— the owl fascination, I mean. ❞
( @niteowlling ♡ ‘ed )