ᅟ ᅟ ᅟ 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 ⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁⠀ 𝗮𝗻⠀ 𝐒⠀:⠀ 𝗼𝗻 ⠀𝗺𝘆 ⠀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱⠀ 𝗶𝘁 ⠀𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀⠀ 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄⠀; ʏou’re ⠀goıng⠀ to 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲⠀ the ⠀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱⠀ . ᅟ ᅟ ᅟ

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 ̠r̠̠i̠̠g̠̠h̠̠t̠ . . .

⸻ @justiceoverseer. "Didn't know we've been going to the same coffee place." She clicks her tongue, pointing towards the other's coffee order on the counter. "Let me guess. Oat latte?"

⸻ off. "Oh. That's—" She blinks, running her fingers through her disheveled hair as she cautiously stands back up, eyeing the motorcycle on the ground, the now-unconscious driver, and the woman next to her. "Thanks. I'd be dead if you hadn't. . .done what you did."

⸻ @sacritale. She must look a maniac, holding two champagne glasses at the same time—but she stops short of taking a sip, handing one to the other woman instead. "Tired of this shit yet?" 'Charity gala' is just an expensive masquerade, in her experience.

⸻ @RADlANTMIGHT. "Fuck." She coughs, blowing out dust from her hair, blinking as debris settle around them. Her ears are still ringing from the explosion; her bision swims with splotches of shadows, imprint from the fire. "That was not supposed to happen."

⸻ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎。. She pushes her sunglasses up to her hairline, grinning as she looks up at the blonde. "Didn't know Kryptonians could be such fun. Don't tell Clark I said that."

⸻ ‍ ‍ CLARK ‍ KENT. She's trying not to lose it. She is. But that war lord was so close to talking, never mind their preparation for battle outside their tent. Now, their base laid waste to, war lord missing, she'd never get another chance. "I told you, I've got it."

Caffeine crash is no joke.

Don't worry— It looks worse than it is.

Hit story? Oh, right. 'Superman lounges around in his flannel on weekends — go to page five for his coffee order!' That kind?

"I could have, but I didn't." She sighs, letting Clark pull the bag away, revealing a nasty bruise along her hairline. "Before you say anything, they cleared me from any long-term concussion effects. I'm fine."

"And the bar runs thin as hell." She half-smiles at a passing staff member, snatching a criminally tiny portion of hors d'oeuvre off of their tray. "The food? Nonexistent."