[ CONNER â LENA ]
LENA: Just because I'm single, doesn't mean I don't kiss, for your information.
LENA: You need to know what your grandmother does.
LENA: Nevermind, I can't brush off the image from my mind!
LENA: Speaking of it... Are you 'super close' to Kara?
CONNER: sure, whatever helps you sleep at night
CONNER: i don't... or better, i don't care
CONNER: well, you could say that
CONNER: she thinks we're family
CONNER: we're not
CONNER: why
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[ CONNER â LENA ]
LENA: Happy New Years!
LENA: Tell me about your midnight kiss & such!
LENA: I've found the love of my life.
CONNER: yeah, you too
CONNER: no i'm good
CONNER: good for you
CONNER: you've been single for what...
CONNER: forty years now?
CONNER: it's getting sad
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WCNDERGRLS // SANDSMARK, CASSIE.
one day, cassie is sure that heâs going to give her whiplash. one moment they can talking in a way that makes her think they can be normal again, and the next heâs spewing venom at her. âseriously? you can go choke on a ââ she cut herself of to remember that patience isnât something most people are born with, itâs learned. and the truth is he hasnât been alive long enough to have much of it. at least he has an excuse, her short temper and impatience didnât. she tried to do what everyone said â a deep breath, think before you speak. cassie was half way through the breath though when that all went to hell. again. âyou seriously just said youâre only inviting me so you donât get bitched at, so please, explain to me why i would go somewhere that iâm not actually wanted. enlighten me, oh wise one.â
his brows lift as she begins. eyes widen, body leans forward in interest, all as he waits for a comeback. after all, he deserves it. yet, she goes silent, she doesnât address it. his gaze falls down to her chest as she breathes, her shoulders heaven and he follows with his eyes, shifting upward, glancing at her face. sheâs fascinating, she has a grasp of control that he canât fathom. âyou really think---â he scoffs and rolls his eyes, all while changing his weight from one foot to the other -Â fussy twitchings. it bothers him; her words, the way she thinks she is unwanted. after all, itâs all he did - want her. just a few weeks ago, he tried to show her how much he liked her. and, from the way he sees it, he is the one who isnât wanted at all. âoh, fuck you, cass. you have no right, not after the joke you pulled on me. i was just trying to be decent, but if you donât want to go, then donât go. i canât force you. what else do you want from me?â
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DVNVCRS // DANVERS, ALEX.
alex offered no resistance to his guidance. actually, she felt ashamed. she had tried so hard to be the guardian that conner needed her to be yet here she was; being everything that she told him not to be. ââ iâve let you down again, havenât i?â trembling fingers dropped below the table as eyes diverted from his face. how could she even look at him in this state? though, to be fair, she wouldnât know which one to look at considering there were two of him right now. âi tried to protect you from â from this.â
as response, broad shoulders heave, trembling with each harsh breath. he wants to bury his face in the crook of her neck, he wants to cry; he doesnât know of her trials and tribulations, but he has a few of his own. cassie and feelings he canât understand, tim and his awkwardness after a kiss. it makes no sense to him. yet, he canât expect her to always be strong for him. sometimes, he has to be strong for her. so, heâs there for her, he squeezes her shoulders. âi donât need protection from this. nobody is perfect, alex. yeah, iâm starting to realize that. --------- and youâre not either, even though you get really close to being. iâm just... here. for the good and the bad.â
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THESLADEWILSON // WILSON, SLADE.
âyouâre very young, yes. i suppose i was just hoping for an extra set of eyes. seeing as iâm short half of one.â
âwell, it depends on what youâre looking for, if iâm getting any dollars for it when i find it first, and if youâre going to tell me the story behind that eye patch.â
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NMBR1ROBIN // WAYNE, DAMIAN.
âno, i am not going to buy titus antlers for a holiday photo; that would be degrading.â
âhey, it couldâve been worse - they couldâve asked you to wear the antlers.â
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THESLADEWILSON // WILSON, SLADE.
âi was wondering if you might help me locate something.â
âlook, dude. i canât even find the remote control in my own home. youâre better off on your own.â
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SPEEDSTERBART // ALLEN, BART.
âthey were supposed to be snowmen.â bart chuckled, looking down upon the tray of freshly baked misshapen cookies, âthey look more like⊠snow-goblins now which is actually way more awesome!â
his brows lift as he analyzes the misshapen cookies. âis it though?â a laugh follow his words, lips tugging into a genuine smile. âthis one kind of looks like tim,â he mumbles, taking it from the tray and shoving it into his mouth, gnawing its head off.
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AQENTDANVERS // DANVERS, ALEX.
the past couple of weeks for alex had been filled with nothing but explosions, arguments with kara, every fibre of herself being confused by maggie, arguments with winn, and arguments with her fellow agents had led alex to the one place she probably shouldnât go: the bar. in short, alex danvers was so freaking done. every cell in her body was electrified by the buzz of liquor, each gulp sliding down a desensitised throat as tired eyes looked around for the source of her neck fix â her next attempt at numbing the exhaustive mental monologue that plagued her every waking moment. ânext roundâs on me,â she mumbled, not even caring who was sat beside her â she vaguely recalled conversation between her and them, but she didnât care enough to retain whatever information was shared.
his palms flattened on her shoulders, gliding down to one of her arms, using necessary strength to force the glass down, back to the counter. he shakes his head, signaling to the bartender to stop serving her. he doesnât understand why she is acting that way; they donât exactly talk about feelings and whatnot, but they have an understanding - theyâre there for each other, no questions asked. so heâs there, so he cares for her. âno, alex, just...â a sigh surpasses his lips, attempting a serious tone. âcan the next round be at home?â gently upturned lips, always remarkably kind when it comes to her.
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WCNDERGRLS //  SANDSMARK, CASSIE.
there was a distinct glare from her that accompanied his words, as she didnât seem to be warming up quickly to the shift in his behavior towards her. if cassie didnât spend so much time being angry about it, the change would be saddening. â if you want to insult me, kon, try harder. â she challenged, pushing back the only way she knew how to handle the situation. the invitation left her staring at him for a moment, surprise crossing her before her attention quickly darted away again. she couldnât bring herself to say what she was really thinking â that it sounded nice, to sit at a table and eat real food. so she said what she assumed heâd want to hear. â with that warm and welcoming invitation? i think my chances might be better off with cookies. thanks. â
amusement colors his features; lips tug from a pout to a smile, devilish in its shade, instead of the frown he previously sported. thereâs a quality about her; her brazenness, her wits. he hates to admit, but she intrigues him, she challenges him. âoh, trust me, cass. if i wanted to insult you, youâd be insulted.â a sigh surpasses his lips, so he interrupts her: âcall it whatever you want. all iâm sayinâ is... alex will get pissy if i let you go home without getting a proper meal.â he shrugs yet again, arms wrapping around his middle, grabbing hold of the fabric of his shirt. â---fine, then go choke on your damn cookies.â certainly, he doesnât mean it. itâs only a spur of the moment thing. after all, he feels rejected, once again. he canât help it, itâs almost an automatic reflex - words simply spit out of his mouth. not his best decision, heâs aware, but is far too proud to admit or apologize.
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THIRDOFHISNAME Â // Â FLAG, Â RICK.
âthis is the land of consumption, i came here to consume, not be consumed by this sun.âÂ
âever thought about just... leaving?â
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WCNDERGRLS // SANDSMARK, CASSIE.
âokay, this isnât what it looks like. ââ unless it looks like iâm buying three packs of cookies for dinner. because i am.â she wasnât particularly ashamed about that, but itâd been earning her a few looks. impatient as she leaned back and forth on her feet, waiting for her turn to pay for the stacks of cookies that were piled in her hands. âi mean, to be fair, i did try to make food, but i donât think it was actually edible. food poisoning isnât the way i plan to go.â
âitâs just getting sad by now,â he tells with a shrug, munching on a twix bar between slurps of diet coke. his ill-mannered and hostile behavior isnât uncanny to others, yet is a sudden change when it comes to cassie. she always got a side of him that only tim, alex and eliza got. âseriously, if i had a bell... it would be ringinâ, and i would be yellinâ shame.â he shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, where an imaginary itch, stemming from his nervousness had suddenly sprung. âiâm just gonâ say it. i know alex will get pissy if i donât, so you can always... come over for dinner, or whatever.â
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MAGICIANZACHARY // ZATARA, ZACHARY.
âi am not some mediocre street magician.â he huffed while he glared down at his phone while he read some of the messages which people had left for him on social media. perhaps he was just overreacting a little bit but that was something he was started to get used to. âi should use my magic to make you regret calling me something like that.â it didnât take him too long to notice that someone was wandering over to him. he glanced up from his phone for an instant. âcan i help you?â
âsure, you can help me. how about you stop whining?â he tells, brows lifting as his words were said. he knows of zacharyâs family; after all, he works at the deo and they spare no expense in profiling powerful people. yet, he doesnât sympathize with the otherâs situation, and after the series of explosions only a few days ago, zacharyâs frustration seemed too unimportant. âyeah, yeah. boo-hoo, poor you, got called out on twitter or whatever. --------- get over it. you canât please everyone so just quit trying.â
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SCHXTT // SCHOTT, WINN.
winn was about to retort, with something that wouldâve been incredibly witty and equally biting, when there was a deafening sound coming from the cells. without thinking, he grabbed his gun, racing in the direction of the danger. this was uncommon for winn. perhaps he was trying to prove himself, he wasnât sure, he just knew that he had to help. typing in his code into the keypad, he could feel his heart racing as the door slid open. his eyes slid onto one of the containment cells, and he felt as if he was going to be sick. it was absolutely covered in blood.Â
the floor beneath their feet shakes profusely, almost giving away. the deafening noise shakes windows, but its bulletproof quality protects them from shattered glasses. âwhat the f---â he mumbles, hands lifting to cover both ears, an attempt to block out the overpowering sound. winnâs rushed steps towards danger, however, are made so abruptly, so unexpectedly, that conner barely has time to react. âwinn, no,â he says, even attempts to curl his fingers on the otherâs shirt to keep him there, but fails. âseriously, dude. come back upstairs...â he says, following winn into the long corridor of containment cells. âis that--- i---â
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BILLIONAIRELUTHOR // LUTHOR, LENA.
lena rolled her eyes at his first sentence, & quickly snapped back before he continue⊠âit was a metaphor.â she wanted be a little more patient with him, she really wants. however her family worned out all the 'armazenedâ energy lena had & made her a little impatient with things. âcut off the âauntâ of your words. feels fake, sounds fakeâŠâ just like all âi love youâ from my mother, she thought to herself. âhow could i? If everytime we see each other, you remain with same behavior.â itâs better forget lena, this is lexâs mess, not mine⊠her mind were saying this to her. lena got tired of seeing him doing the same attitude, when she tried to be 'niceâ. itâs not like she is his mother or anything.
âyeah, yeah.â he shrugs and lifts a hand to brush her words off, because really, he doesnât care. he visited lena to get away from the smothering gazes he received at the deo and to not feel so alone, not to be schooled by her. âbecause it is fake,â he retorts. he sees her as family, but the way heâs treated makes him second-guess it. âiâm not changinâ my behavior, you change yours. who do you think you are to even question it? you just said weâre fake family. i owe you nothing, and you owe me nothing. i come here because itâs convenient.â
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LAWYCR // LANE, LUCY.
âyouâd think that, at twenty-five years of age and a shed load of military experience beyond what one would normally have, would be enough to get your father to back off, but⊠nope,â lucy shook her head, immediately regretting the movement as a wave of nausea hit. she sighed. âiâm starting to think i need to learn another language just to tell him no⊠again.â
he listens to her, and his blood boils. he doesnât have a father - the closest he got to one didnât seem to care enough to reach out before or after his death. even now, he doesnât know where clark is, he doesnât know whether clark is safe. this woman - sheâs lucky. yet, not for a moment, he lets it show. instead, he chuckles. he always had a tendency to ignore what bothers him, after all. âtry vete al carajo next time. it means fuck off in spanish, or just fuckinâ tell him to fuck off. usually does the trick.â
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