[RP for mom_of_steel]
Lionel arrives in New York City with only the clothes on his back, having spent the hour's flight very eagerly anticipating his first true meeting with the "Red Queen". He's witnessed the aftermath of her escapades - Martha bruised and bleeding and shaken in his arms - but never the woman herself, never the brutal confidence and utter fearlessness and really quite wonderful fashion sense.
He walks through the arrivals lounge, long coat swishing around his calves, keeping an eye out for Martha herself, or whoever she might have sent to meet him.
He walks through the arrivals lounge, long coat swishing around his calves, keeping an eye out for Martha herself, or whoever she might have sent to meet him.