When everything goes fuzzy, when everything is up in the air and uncertain, Bette goes back to the uneven bars. It doesn't help with what today is but it doesn't specifically make it much worse, either. She's been lonely for awhile. She misses Vic. Jesse is a little distant which makes sense as they've stepped back from anything physical. Wally is ... nothing serious as he'd said.
Up, over, around, release, catch, swing.
Working herself into a fatigue always seems to help. Sometimes it takes longer than she'd like.
At this time last year, he was married. It was a troubled marriage, it's true, but he still loved his wife.
He still loves Dolphin. That will likely never change. Even after everything he's learned. But even with his love for her, he knows that they will never been a good match.
Nothing will ever match up to what he had with Tula.
So he spends the evening, dancing with a ghost he cannot touch.
Harley lay on the cot in Arkham. Today was Valentine’s Day. They let her have one picture of Mistah J, but when no one checked on her or came to clear out her ‘room’ she put up every picture she could find. There were times her mattress was stuffed with old photos of the Joker.
Now, he was staring at her from the ceiling, the walls, the door and even some on the floor. With that amazing smile and the laughing eyes calling out from every picture, she could almost hear him too, that’s how strong it was. He had to be coming for her today. It was Valentine’s Day, after all. Harley hoped he didn’t forget about it, forget about her. After all, she forgave him for the last time he tried to kill her.
Though that was getting old… the whole attempted murder thing. She just filed it away under how he showed her his affection. It wasn’t like they could do many things that a normal couple could, anyway, thanks to Batman.
She sat up on the cot and looked out the small window. Come on, Mistah J… where are you…?
Normally, Kathy Duquesne has no trouble finding a date on Valentine's Day. But tonight, she's back in Metropolis on business. Tracking down a former business associate of her father's, she's managed to close down his smuggling operation, and has been trying to make inroads into Intergang. That has, unfortunately, taken more of her time than she normally would like, leaving her little opportunity for finding a hot date.
Stormcrow's eyes narrow, looking down into the alley. The group of giggling men gathered in the shadows doesn't look particularly kosher to her, especially the way they're eying the couple passing by nearby.
When they move to grab the couple to pull them into the alley, Stormcrow leaps into action.
Oblivious to Stormcrow, another hero has similar ideas, and an ironically similar motive for following the hoods in question. All signs of their boss's smuggling operation recently vanished, but that usually means that it's just gone farther underground. Hotshot has thus been tailing this particular group of thugs in hopes that their suspicious behavior is a sign of a meeting.
Instead, it's a sign of a mugging.
I gave up Valentine's Day to stop a freaking mugging. Someone's catching an ass-whupping for this cosmic joke.
Dropping from a convenient rooftop, Trevor slows his descent with a platform to land directly between the attackers and their would-be victims.
"I never object to a hand from pretty ladies in spandex" Trevor tells her, smirking at the idea of fondest wishes dropping from the sky. The voice is also tickling his recognition, but he dismisses the thought as he realizes that the final thug is still conscious and armed. Said thug also doesn't seem to realize that his odds have gone from horrible to hospitalizing, so Trevor clues him in by making the crow bar he's cocking to swing with glow, and then smacks him one in the face with a fire construct for good measure.
In this world, in this reality, the man who was husband is married to someone else.
Indeed, here, he might not even remember Linda Danvers even when she was Supergirl.
Not that it matters. The one here, he is not the one she loves. He is not the one she spent seven wonderful years with, or the one that she had a child with.
She doesn't think of him, except to remark upon how much he looks like her husband, long gone now to a Crisis that needed attending to.
A solitary tear slides down the Fallen Angel's face.
Maybe one day, she'll get him back.
Until then, Valentine's Day will be as empty a holiday for her as any other.
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When everything goes fuzzy, when everything is up in the air and uncertain, Bette goes back to the uneven bars. It doesn't help with what today is but it doesn't specifically make it much worse, either. She's been lonely for awhile. She misses Vic. Jesse is a little distant which makes sense as they've stepped back from anything physical. Wally is ... nothing serious as he'd said.
Up, over, around, release, catch, swing.
Working herself into a fatigue always seems to help. Sometimes it takes longer than she'd like.
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Tempest has had a long, difficult year.
At this time last year, he was married. It was a troubled marriage, it's true, but he still loved his wife.
He still loves Dolphin. That will likely never change. Even after everything he's learned. But even with his love for her, he knows that they will never been a good match.
Nothing will ever match up to what he had with Tula.
So he spends the evening, dancing with a ghost he cannot touch.
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Now, he was staring at her from the ceiling, the walls, the door and even some on the floor. With that amazing smile and the laughing eyes calling out from every picture, she could almost hear him too, that’s how strong it was. He had to be coming for her today. It was Valentine’s Day, after all. Harley hoped he didn’t forget about it, forget about her. After all, she forgave him for the last time he tried to kill her.
Though that was getting old… the whole attempted murder thing. She just filed it away under how he showed her his affection. It wasn’t like they could do many things that a normal couple could, anyway, thanks to Batman.
She sat up on the cot and looked out the small window. Come on, Mistah J… where are you…?
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Stormcrow's eyes narrow, looking down into the alley. The group of giggling men gathered in the shadows doesn't look particularly kosher to her, especially the way they're eying the couple passing by nearby.
When they move to grab the couple to pull them into the alley, Stormcrow leaps into action.
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Instead, it's a sign of a mugging.
I gave up Valentine's Day to stop a freaking mugging. Someone's catching an ass-whupping for this cosmic joke.
Dropping from a convenient rooftop, Trevor slows his descent with a platform to land directly between the attackers and their would-be victims.
"Cuffs or stretchers. Those are your choices.
"Pick one."
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A cape who fills out his costume pretty nicely, she thinks to herself, checking him out for a moment...
...then leaping down onto the back of one of them that started to reach for his gun.
"Hi," she greets. "Want a hand?"
And, without breaking her gaze with Hotshot, she puts a fist into the temple of the mugger to her left.
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Indeed, here, he might not even remember Linda Danvers even when she was Supergirl.
Not that it matters. The one here, he is not the one she loves. He is not the one she spent seven wonderful years with, or the one that she had a child with.
She doesn't think of him, except to remark upon how much he looks like her husband, long gone now to a Crisis that needed attending to.
A solitary tear slides down the Fallen Angel's face.
Maybe one day, she'll get him back.
Until then, Valentine's Day will be as empty a holiday for her as any other.
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