And the devil, he's in trouble/I can see it in his eyes...
Detroit, Michigan. October 30th.
Shayera has very little affinity (that she'll admit to) for the planet Earth. But there are certain places that she considers... well, not hers, but part of her. Chicago is where her memories of Katar and Jonesy and many of the best and worst times of her life reside.
Detroit was where she went when all that was over.
Now she's flying is wide circles, falcon-like, above the fairgrounds where she spent her first Devil's Night. The ferris wheel that she scaled, wingless, to save a couple of kids is gone, replaced with one of metal that won't be so easy to burn.
She's waiting for the arsonists to come out, so she can do what she does best.
Halloween isn't really a tradition she understands - but she understands Devil's Night. Halloween is full of children pretending they know about horror; people trying too hard to be frightened and frightening. People trying out fear like it's a t-shirt in a store, like it's something they can take or leave.
But Devil's Night is about real terror, real danger. Devil's Night, she gets. It's the night where people let go of civility and instinct takes over. Devil's Night is about being so full of anger and fear and hate that you try to burn everything down with you.
And she's damn well not going to let that happen to a place that she came to love in one of the lowest points of her life.
The first call comes through on the communicator that she has clipped to her belt and she's off. Low-income housing complex, just a couple miles away.
Devil's Night has arrived, and Hawkwoman goes to meet it.
Shayera has very little affinity (that she'll admit to) for the planet Earth. But there are certain places that she considers... well, not hers, but part of her. Chicago is where her memories of Katar and Jonesy and many of the best and worst times of her life reside.
Detroit was where she went when all that was over.
Now she's flying is wide circles, falcon-like, above the fairgrounds where she spent her first Devil's Night. The ferris wheel that she scaled, wingless, to save a couple of kids is gone, replaced with one of metal that won't be so easy to burn.
She's waiting for the arsonists to come out, so she can do what she does best.
Halloween isn't really a tradition she understands - but she understands Devil's Night. Halloween is full of children pretending they know about horror; people trying too hard to be frightened and frightening. People trying out fear like it's a t-shirt in a store, like it's something they can take or leave.
But Devil's Night is about real terror, real danger. Devil's Night, she gets. It's the night where people let go of civility and instinct takes over. Devil's Night is about being so full of anger and fear and hate that you try to burn everything down with you.
And she's damn well not going to let that happen to a place that she came to love in one of the lowest points of her life.
The first call comes through on the communicator that she has clipped to her belt and she's off. Low-income housing complex, just a couple miles away.
Devil's Night has arrived, and Hawkwoman goes to meet it.