looking down to her figure, her nose scrunched slightly, her hands running up the sides of her body. â well, you know, gotta keep in shape to compete with all these HEROES in the city around here, ya know? hold my own.â itâd all happened so fast, his eyes scanning across the phone screen, the words flying from his lips, legs walking quickly out of her office as she tried to get the words out as quickly as she could. â i-i meant here in the buildi â. â he was gone. letting out a breath, she ran to her door, sliding down as she felt her wrist begin to vibrate, indicating that something had gone wrong in the city, a groan falling from her lips as her head leaned back against the door before brown eyes glanced down under her shirt, the bright blue, red, and gold staring back at her, the â S â symbol staring back at her, reminding her of the promise sheâd made. coming to her feet, she went out onto the lab floor. â WHO WANTS A COFFEE? â she yelled out before making her way quickly to the elevator, closing the door quickly behind her, stripping down to the suit that she dawned beneath it, taking off her glasses before taking reaching the roof top access, taking off into the sky.
to say it had been a LONG day had been an understatement. two bank robberies, and a stolen car, not to mention her daily load of usual work, and of course, COFFEE. but just as promised, her watched DINGED with a text messaged from an unknown number and she had to keep reading over the address again and again as she sat in her own apartment, in her pajamas, following the directions up to his apartment, laptop in toow and arriving to the front door with harry looking over her to come to the conclusion that yes, in fact, theyâd lived in the same building. confusion plagued her features as she looked up at him, brows kneading together. â i live literally a floor down, thought i might as well get comfy â she murmured out, exhaustion plaguing her features, hair slightly dishevelled, makeup wiped off, dawning a pair of pink pajama as she shook her head, walking into the apartment. itâd been sunny enough in new york, but sheâd been spending most of her time indoors and today been the only rainy day theyâd had within the past week. glancing down, she saw a bit of the blue peek out and she quickly hid it away as she turned to him, a smile coming to her lips as she sat down, taking out the copies sheâd made for herself. â okay â we should get started on any symptoms he presented before his death? â she started out quickly, eyes glancing over as she spoke. â mania? sudden changes of mood? â kara needed to keep herself on task, making sure she would just get to the science of it all; that, she understood. it was easy. being around harry? it wasnât. honestly, sheâd thought the whole day about being near him again and the way she seemed to stumbled, letting her words slip. she felt COMFORTABLE around him and that? that was dangerous.
âAre you usually asleep by now or something?â Harryâs features reflected his confusion, which quickly disappeared at the mention of her own living situation. Of course we do. Flipping the lock on the door, he ran a hand through his hair. It wasnât that he didnât want to investigate the reports or even that he was against spending time with her outside of work hours, but his life seemed to be slowing down, until his fatherâs files were found. If Felicia hadnât recently discovered the password-protected files from her computer, Harry probably would have just scheduled a meeting in the building that was suitable for both of them. This was urgent though, and if the information landed in the wrong hands, it would certainly cause bigger problems for him... especially since only his photo was within the body of the document. Granted, he thought he was only trying on a new costume for a bigger project at Oscorp, and his father actually cared enough to have him test it, but that wasnât the case. Hands shoved into his pockets, he paced the area for a moment. The same outfit clung to his body, the only difference being some buttons from the top of his shirt now open. Fingers rubbing the stubble along his jawline, his mind trailed back to the last time he had faced his father, and months prior to try to pinpoint anything specific. âHonestly, Kara, his mood was always changing. That was like... since I was a kid, though. He was cold, but he wasnât that solid when it came to hiding things â everyone slips up eventually.â That was true, everyone did slip up at least once. Norman slipped when he didnât bother checking for Harryâs presence on his last living day, his son discovering the secret identity, then the hidden lab shortly after in the following days. âAs for mania,â his words trailed off, brows knitting together as he finally sat next to her on the couch, âgood question.â Leaning forward, his fingers interlocked, elbows now resting on his knees. âI guess more so... when he called me to come back a few days after kicking me out for the drug overdose.â Though, Harry figured that was an event she had already heard about and suspected, considering at the time, it was mentioned in hushed whispers. It wasnât on the list of Harryâs Greatest Hits in terms of memories. In fact, that was one memory that was still fairly vivid for him, even after suffering from slight amnesia. âIt was in waves after that.â If anything, talking about his past was starting to trigger more memories, as well as built up anxiety that he had purposely avoided.