José Delgado | Gᴀɴɢʙᴜsᴛᴇʀ - And she had sent him away.

"What the hell is going on now?" #ToweringBlazeDowntown

The woman before her was tired. You could see it in her eyes, the way she kept glancing down the street, the constant sighing. Cat flipped her notebook open, pen poised. "He walked her home," the woman said. "My daughter. She was coming back from school, couple blocks over. -

The boos rolled across the stands in waves, bitter and jagged, not the triumphant roar Metropolis had hoped for. Paper cups hit the ground, popcorn bags fluttered through the air, and the scoreboard glared its truth with no mercy. The Meteors had burned out. There’ll be more -

Working from home had its upsides. Cat closed the laptop after a paragraph, the draft already good enough to return to in the morning, or maybe even Monday. Work would wait. The apartment was dim except for the city glow bleeding through the blinds. Cat moved through the rooms -

Weeks later.... The office would be empty now, long after Lex Luthor had gone. Eve would linger, as she often did, tidying papers that did not need tidying, placing things where he would like them when he returned. On her way out, she would pass her own desk. The -

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