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[imaginate]

[ Very blankly stated: ]

The Corps is moving its headquarters to WA-1A until further notice. [ a quiet, sharp inhale. It’s taking a lot of will just to remain calm, to say until I disappear too, more like. ] There are currently three active Lanterns in Keeliai and you can contact us there. We’re holding our usual community activities with the locals as per normal, so, if anyone needs a temporary room, or wants to join in, that’s still available.

Please direct your inquiries about the clinic to Mrs. Bianca Reyes.

[ Brief, but highly irritated, tapping on the desk. ]

And if nobody’s heard from them, I guess we have to add Terrence Ward and Rose Tyler to Mr. Wayne’s list.

[ A long pause, and considerably more resigned: ]

Also... after last week, to anyone whose house is now considerably more colourful... I apologise for the graffiti. If you’d prefer it was removed, I’ll do so.


[65% ENCRYPTED | PRIVATE TO: 616 TONY STARK, BACKDOOR FOR DAMIAN WAYNE]

Hi Mr. Sta— Tony. [ Awkward pause. ] Have you got a moment?

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[wingedwarrior]

[She moved the omelette back on the stove to heat it up a little for him, before moving it back to the plate with a fork and a glass of water. She places it in front of him, giving his hair a loving ruffle.] If it's not good, I'll try making another.

[Meanwhile, she takes that healing ray and uses it on her arm.]

[imaginate]

[His mother would do that and for an instant he feels homesick and grief-ridden, missing Ma wells up like an hurricane, coming and going suddenly, leaving only wrecks and husks behind in its wake.]

S'great.

[He eats, chewing slowly, his mind still thinks the bruises are there even if physically, they're not.]

Thanks.

[For the punches, not the food. He shouldn't have needed that, but he did, and it's done now.]

[wingedwarrior]

[There's a smile at the praise, and she is pleased her cooking is getting better. Now they won't destroy the kitchen when they hopefully cook together again.] I can make more if you want. Got plenty of food.

[But at the thanks, she puts down the pans and ray, taking a seat next to him. Shayera wraps an arm around him shoulders with a gentle and caring squeeze.] You needed help, I gave it. That's how family works, right?

[imaginate]

[He freezes momentarily, and then leans in. Showing weakness - real weakness - doesn't come easily to him (what had he said to Jim once, about windows, and blizzards?) but Shayera's seen everything: the darkness, the stars, even the blinding light, and it's not fair to her to keep avoiding the topic.]

That's what family's for.

[He uses his fork to point at the omelette.]

Have some?

[wingedwarrior]

[Pulling him in closer, she gives his hair a few gentle rubs. Calming, soothing, loving. It's what she's trying to get across.] It's what I'll always be here for.

[She nods, taking his fork and cutting herself a piece and popping it in her mouth with a pleased grin. She honestly surprised herself with it, it's a lot better than she thought.] Damn, I'm good.

[imaginate]

[It comes across. He didn't realise he was tense - now he isn't.]

You are.

[He eats more heartily.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Now she's happy.] Punch anyone who says otherwise. Do you want me to make any more for you?

[imaginate]

Nah, I'm good, thanks.

[He prods his arm, where a bruise has healed.]

Still sore.

[wingedwarrior]

Do you want to use the healing ray a little more? [The fact that she wanted to have something to remember her friend by wasn't the only reason she kept it.]

[imaginate]

No, I'm good.

[Still chewing, he taps his spoon on the side of the plate.]

Don't think I'm out of the woods yet, but getting there.

[wingedwarrior]

I'm still here if you need to cut loose a little more. [She's a little sore, too, but nothing rest won't fix.]

[imaginate]

[He squeezes her hand.]

Later, maybe. For now, I am going to feast upon this excellent omelette.

[wingedwarrior]

[Oh you. There's a smirk at that.] Then I guess it's convenient one of the few dishes I can make is your favorite.

[imaginate]

You can't actually go wrong with omelette. Why do you think I like it?

[wingedwarrior]

Yeah, tell that to the first three I overcooked.

[imaginate]

Sure, where are they?

[wingedwarrior]

[Well, Shayera doesn't exactly want to waste food, so she pulls out a covered plate from the fridge. And yes, they're black.] I'd reheat them, but it might burn them more.

[imaginate]

[Kyle doesn't have a stomach of steel but he's hardly one to back down from an obvious challenge. He just takes them and attempts to eat them.]

[wingedwarrior]

[You are a brave soul indeed.] Don't get sick, okay? I don't want to clean these up off the floor.

[Well, he would clean it up, actually.]

[imaginate]

[Ruefully:] You mean I'll be cleaning it up, right?

[Waggling his eyebrows slightly...]

[wingedwarrior]

You learn quick. [She smirks, before shoving his head away playfully.]

[imaginate]

I had a good teacher.

[Widest grin.]

[wingedwarrior]

Remind me to thank them. [She grins back before squeezing her arm around his shoulders.] Feel better?

[imaginate]

Much.

[Long pause.]

Thanks.

[wingedwarrior]

Hey, I might not be good at the whole comfort thing, but if there's one thing I can do, it's give someone a fight they need.