The Day Before the Darkness:

[corps_of_death]

One of the Guardians has changed. Scarred by the Anti-Monitor, she has touched the spaces between the light of the universe. The deep black.

And she understands now more than she ever did. She knows how that blackness hungersShe shares that hunger

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Nights like this try his considerable patience. It's nothing cosmic-level, nothing JLA level. It's just him and the Star City streets. Dime bags were shot out of dealers' hands. A few muggers found themselves chased right into the arms of Star's finest, but their victim had some nasty head injuries that might not be survivable.

Just as the sun was starting to come up, he chased his last quarry for the night outside of the Hourly Rates Arms. He caught up with the pimp in a parking garage. The pimp made the mistake of taking a swing at him.

Big mistake. Connor deflects it with ease, counters, and hits back. After that last attempt at a round-house, Connor's counter-strike probably came down a little too hard on the guy's kneecap and drops the pimp.

He's babbling. The smell tells Connor that the pimp's pissed himself. The sirens in the distance convince him to hogtie the perp with zipties, and finish the job at the hotel.

But the prostitute the guy was trying to sell, a boy that couldn't have been older than fourteen, is long gone - back on the streets with no way for Connor to track him down.

"Damn."