good with a whip;:.

She hadn’t seen the speedster in quite a while.

"Aaah, bored n’ cooped up back in Paradise, huh? Bummer.”

Her back hit the wall as she slumped onto the ground, wincing as the gashes, bruises, and cuts slid across the wall, probably leaving a trail of her own blood. 

Her hands hesitantly reached for the knife that was implanted into her leg, debating if it was a good idea to take it out or not. 

She had been helping a friend lately, the nights were always rough and hard and unimaginably painful. Even if she was an alien race that was very strong, it didn’t mean she still couldn’t get hurt. 

She was surrounded by people earlier this night and she wasn’t focusing properly and ended up getting hurt badly. The knife wound being an example of that. 

Footsteps echoed from the hall so she quickly stood up, hiding the majority of her body behind a solid table. “Hey, what are you doing up?” She asked, trying to make herself look as comfortable as possible without drawing attention to the fact she was in great pain with her freely bleeding wound. 

Her sharp blue eyes flickered down to the wound in the alieness' leg, traveling from her face to her leg, knowing that the other girl was trying to hide it.

"And you're obviously not."

She walked further into the room, taking step after cautious step, assessing the situation. She felt guilty. And she wanted to stab herself so Starfire wouldn't be alone in the pain.

Her wounds were fine. At least...if you considered fine a busted lip, and a drying head wound.

"Starfire, please. I'm sorry."

She hadn't seen the speedster in quite a while.