Lane.

✧ ｡ —  angst starters, part II

( part I )

“I shouldn’t have trusted you.”

“You shouldn’t have trusted me.”

“Why did you do this?”

“You had a choice.”

“Don’t lie to my face.”

“I’m not lying.”

“I used to love you but now all I see is the monster that you are.”

“Admit it!”

“Why do you keep doing this?”

“Aren’t you tired of hurting me?”

“When will you learn?”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t love me, I get it. But I’m still in love with you.”

“I’m in love with him/her/they.”

“I… cheated on you.”

“I can’t deal with this anymore.”

“Why is this so difficult?”

“Why are we doing this?”

“I’m tired.”

“I’m tired of all this.”

“Please… just stop.”

“Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

“You don’t deserve him/her/they.”

“I’m better without you.”

“You’re better without me.”

“I should have known.”

“I don’t care.”

“Why do I have to pretend that I care?”

“It was easier…”

“It’s the right thing to do.”

“You screwed up.”

“I let you down.”

“You let me down.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.”

“Why is it so hard for you to see that I love you?”

“We’re screwed.”

“Here you go -” Dick sets a cup of water on the table in front of them before settling down in his seat, watching them with a kind but concerned expression. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

“i’m used to being the one that asks that question,” lois laughs, although it’s a mostly hollow sound that leaves her throat. “i was in the maze and i bumped into talia, i’m not sure how much there is to tell,” she shrugged. looking over at the one she had known since he was a child. “we were just focused on finding jon and damian,”

clark’s mouth opened to respond but he did as she asked. the fear gas had shaken even him up, reminded him of his death at the hands of doomsday and shown him what his life would be without his family, without lois. those weren’t thoughts he liked to consider, so he could only imagine what the human mind went through under fear gas. he smiled softly as she looked him over, trying to assure her without words. when she fell into him he swiftly caught her and held her close. ❝ i’m alright, lo, i’m here. ❞ he murmured, burying his face into her hair. ❝ it’s okay, we’re okay. ❞ he added, not sure who he was trying to reassure, her or himself. 

she let herself have this moment to just breath, the feeling of his arms around her something warm, something comforting, something safe. ❝ god clark i... i thought ❞ the words bring up bile in her throat the thought that something could have happened to him the man she love who was damn near invincible, to their child. she had been good at staying focused while the danger was present. she had faced her fair share of battles, but even then those images were going to take some effort to shake. it’s a long moment before she says anything. ❝ is it stupid that i want to tell you to never leave my sight again ❞ it was impossible of course, but in moments like this she didn’t care about gotham, didn’t care about superman. just wanted him to be safe, ❝ i love you, ❞ it’s a more rational statement, one she didn’t have to think about ❝ i love you so much ❞ 

settling into the seat to get comfortable, clark ran his fingers along her arm and kissed her forehead. despite the chaos of life as a hero and gotham, lois never failed to calm him and help him believe everything would be okay. ❝ maybe a little but i find it weird to be away from it too, ❞ he admitted. clark went wherever superman was needed but it wasn’t often he left metropolis for a long period of time. unlike lois he’d really only called two places home, so having his family with him definitely helped him adapt to gotham better. his blue eyes twinkled with amusement and adoration as he looked at her. ❝ that’s your biggest complaint, lo ?? i could always run home and grab you another if you wanted. ❞ 

there’ a comfort for her just having him there. years of being together had of course changed between them, she no longer got the butterflies or the sparks at every touch but it had been replaced by something greater. there was an understanding she didn’t have with anyone else. they really had become the matching parts of each other. ❝ i managed in the time that jon was growing up, i’m not sure why it’s all that different, ❞ she laughs then, shaking her head.  ❝ it’s alright, it wont hurt to pick up a new one or two ❞ it seemed like some things wouldn’t change even if they were in gotham. ❝ i’ll be happy so long as we never have to move again ❞ she joked with a grin.

glancing up from the cup that held his intense focus, jason merely offered a small smile as he listened on about the other’s opinion of the rain in gotham. he once had loath the rain as well, mostly because rain meant that he would have a harder time keeping himself ( and his mother ) warm in their crappy and broken apartment. but soon he had grown to love the rain, mostly because it’s what makes gotham so beautiful and alluring in his opinion. chuckling lightly, he brought the cup of tea towards his lip, relishing in the small warmth that the drink brought him. 

“happiness? in gotham? those are two words i thought i would never hear together in a sentence.” placing his cup back onto the table, jason gives a small melancholic look at the small ripples in his tea. the concept itself even feels foreign to him, to the point he wonders if there could be any joy in this black and dull city. “i mean, i am breathing and alive. that’s an achievement for me already.  what about you? is it just the rain that’s ruining your day?” 

rain had always been a nuisance, a city girl when she was in the states, she had far too many memories of wet papers as she dashed in from sitting outside from coffee shops, a privileged life really. then when she was traveling she had seen what had happened when people didn’t get the water they needed. either way she simply was not a fan.

The first thing that came to Damian’s mind when it came to umbrellas was how to incapacitate someone. Jabbed eyes, dislocated eyes, bruised ribs, broken legs. It was more purposeful as a weapon rather than a convenience to block out the rain and worry about the wind straining the weak metallic rods. “See? They’re also crooks.” It was easier to stick a hand out the window, to watch the patterns of animals and whether the birds fly to take shelter. Weathermen meant absolutely nothing in Damian’s opinion, especially when he fought rain and shine. His lip twitched questioning, shoulder shrugging as he peeled out of his dampened jacket and crumbled it into his arms. “It was stupid and dumb, some basic math problems that I was able to complete when I was seven.” He blinked once or twice, not really sure at her question. But the cringe – though he wasn’t going for the reaction was satisfactory. It meant he still was able to throw people off, both with words and sticks and stones. “You’re right, but that’s what I mean. It could be worse, but it’s just rain.” 

while she enjoyed things like this daisy was still adjusting to the position of director and the aftermath of the team’s most recent misadventure. but a carnival was a nice distraction and she’d run into numerous familiar faces, which was nice. ❝ you’re lois lane, right ?? ❞ she asked as she came across a woman. ❝ i’m sorry i don’t mean to be intrusive, i’m just a big fan of your work and wanted to say thanks. you sorta set the bar. ❞ lois had been one of her many influences when it came to her hacktivist work and freedom of speech, information, and human and inhuman rights. || @superwcman

she had told perry that she needed to go to the carnival herself (not that he had given her much disagreement) because of the statement it made. if she was willing to go to gotham and have fun then perhaps other people would relax too. the name lois lane seemed a little more accessible than superman in that regard, or at least that’s what she hoped anyway. still the other speaking took her by surprise “oh hi yeah I am,” she nods with a smile “well thank you that’s a pretty big compliment... you a reporter?”

Despite the fact that he’s very purposefully chosen not to take part, Steve can’t deny the festival has been a lot of fun so far. It’s nice to be able to see people making the most of the day, trying to turn the situation around into something brighter. Still, he can’t deny it’s good to see another familiar face, smiling at Lois’ question. “I’m not sure the daily planet should want a quote from little ol’ me.” Steve answers with a chuckle, only half-joking. “It’s a pretty good turnout, huh.”