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Zatanna stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, watching the man attempt to go through his usual workout routine. Stubborn as always. She had come to see how he was doing and judging by each wince and grunt, he was doing as well as she expected. Tsking under her breath, she approached him as he finally took a water break. “Bruce. you need to rest.”

When the front door clicked and the handle turned, he stood up from the couch where he had been sitting for a couple hours, waiting for her to finish her shift for the day. “Don’t shoot.” he said immediately, raising his hands and stepping into the light of the lamp so she could better see it was a friendly face. Or at least, a face that used to be a friend.

“Look I know I’m the last person you want to see but....” he paused as his gaze swept over her in concern for her well being, doing his own assessment to see if she was physically hurt. “I heard what happened and I needed to see for myself that you were alright. That’s all.”

Now she was standing like an idiot in front of one of his safe houses for the smallest of chances he was at this one - not that she hadn’t checked the others and said the same speech like a fool - and was voicing her concern to a damn security camera. “Listen, I just need to know you’re okay. You owe me that much, whatever we are.” she sighed, the anger wavering as worry crept into her strong resolve, taking a breath to regain herself. She didn’t like this feeling one bit and it felt even worse to be talking to inanimate object because she had no way of knowing if he was even listening or not.

“Please....just let me know you’re okay.”

Donna touched down on the rooftop gently in front of her friend. They had arranged to meet up to watch the sunset and catch up after everything that had gone down the last couple of weeks and with the added bonus that they both could fly...

Putting her bag down on the roof next to the blanket that was already sprawled out, she unpacked some snacks and a couple bottles of wine. “Kyle has been going on and on about it and I’m tired of talking about me. Never been good at it. So tell me about you. I’m glad you’re okay since that whole ordeal - how did that night go for you?”

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He longed for her to wake up but selfishly, he was grateful for her rest because it granted him a reprieve to gather his thoughts about the fact that someone else in his life was living a double life. There was no feelings of anger or betrayal, she didn’t owe him anything of course, it was more that he was starting to become numb to experiences that would ultimately rock many people’s world and he was beginning to question if that was good or not.

His train of thought came to a stop however, when he heard movement and he caught sight of her stirring. Resisting the urge to crowd her bedside, her simply sat up a little straighter and faced her with a cautious smile. “You’re awake...”

Supergirl defeated by unknown player.  It’s a dark night for the girl of steel: there’s a new dark star clouding the cosmos. 

It could have been anymore. A misguided metaphor that held no correlation with his star girl. Kyle watched the news roll over the televisions in the frosted display in the store front. The footage of the artfully built woman shielded behind the helmet. Shadows were cast along it as she stood overtop Supergirl with such a menacing expression. The suit was the only smoking gun that ignited his fear. Pushing through the few tourists that huddled together, he made a beeline down towards her apartment complex. This can’t be right. Donna wouldn’t do this. The tiny voice in the back of his head sung loudly to wash away the voices of the newscasters vilifying the cloaked woman who had literally stole Zeus’s thunder.

Two by two, he took to the three flights of stairs. A light sheen of sweat peppered his brow once he reached the top. Kyle kicked at the mat that had been left undisturbed; indicated by the perfectly angular lines of dirt left in its wake. Her spare key glistened beneath the rare bit of light that reflected off its beveled contours. He had never jammed a key so hard into a lock before this moment. “Donna,” he popped in through the ajar doorway before closing it gently behind him. 

“Donna call out..” his words far more frantic. “It’s just me.”