Bette lightly landed on the roof of Titans Tower, the padded soles of her boots nary making a sound. The slim glider wings snapped back into their pack and Bette stood up straight, brushing her thick blonde ponytail off of her shoulder. Okay, so far, no death traps had shot up to attack her.
Granted, that wasn't really the Titans way to operate.
Still, she allowed herself the smallest of smiles. So far, so good.
Which was when something coming up low over the water caught her eye. Bette froze. At first it looked like...a skipping stone in reverse? No. Noo. That wasn't a thing, right?
She reached up and tapped a hidden control on her half-helmet. Her night-vision lenses switched to something that gave her some long distance focus.
A dark-haired young woman on a boulder. Bette's lips twitched. There were a couple of people who Bette knew fit that description, except they were both blonde. And dead. Blonde and dead.
Like I almost was.
She pressed her lips together and pushed that thought away. Walking over to the edge of the roof, Bette crouched down at watched. She vaguely remembered a story about a young rock-slinging girl fighting a monster with Supergirl. Or maybe that was a dream and not a memory. She wasn't sure anymore.
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Date: 2016-12-06 04:51 am (UTC)Granted, that wasn't really the Titans way to operate.
Still, she allowed herself the smallest of smiles. So far, so good.
Which was when something coming up low over the water caught her eye. Bette froze. At first it looked like...a skipping stone in reverse? No. Noo. That wasn't a thing, right?
She reached up and tapped a hidden control on her half-helmet. Her night-vision lenses switched to something that gave her some long distance focus.
A dark-haired young woman on a boulder. Bette's lips twitched. There were a couple of people who Bette knew fit that description, except they were both blonde. And dead. Blonde and dead.
Like I almost was.
She pressed her lips together and pushed that thought away. Walking over to the edge of the roof, Bette crouched down at watched. She vaguely remembered a story about a young rock-slinging girl fighting a monster with Supergirl. Or maybe that was a dream and not a memory. She wasn't sure anymore.