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The happy thought of going out to crack a few skulls was dampened, however, at the sight of one of her ‘colleagues’ blocking the entrance, leaning over someone in a way that was clearly meant to emphasise his musculature. A poor attempt at flirting with one of the gym members. Again. “Darren, stop hitting on this poor woman and get out of the way.” She sighed, resisting the urge to punch his perfectly structured face as he turned to her with a smug smirk.

“Relax, Nyssa, we’re just talking.” She was sure the wink he shot the woman - who Nyssa noted was regarding him rather... blankly - was supposed to be charming, but it just made Nyssa roll her eyes behind his back.

“No, you’re not. You’re trying to have sex with her.” She stated bluntly, her lip curling a little in disgust at the thought. “And she’s not interested.” Nyssa guessed, given the clear interest Darren was eyeing the newcomer with was not matched at all. Nyssa was good at reading people, had to be to survive - and thankfully this woman seemed to have enough sense to not mistake Darren’s ego for charm.

5 hours of sleep in the last 36 hours, 12 hour shift just barely under his belt. Tommy was grateful for his cohorts that shouldered the more severe cases that came into the ED, leaving him with sprained wrists and broken bones, among other seemingly simple diagnoses. It was around hour 9 when autopilot kicked in between seeing patients, fingers numbly typing notes into electronic charts between sips of bitter, lukewarm coffee. When his watch buzzed, it temporarily pulled him from his stupor, finishing his notes before clocking out and catching a cab home.

Each stair was a chore as he ascended, both bringing him more misery, as well as closer to the comfort of his own place. Just a little further, then I can drown myself in booze and pass out. Tommy’s internal monologue prattled about, the near constant stream of thoughts keeping the memories he feared most at bay. His mind was foggy, lids blinking slowly as his feet shuffled toward his door, not bothering to pull his keys out before reaching for the door. The knob easily turned, and when that would normally concern Tommy, his mind was elsewhere. Little did he realize, he didn’t step foot into his apartment, rather, the exhausted doctor had found himself in the apartment of his neighbor, one Ada Kish. Their apartments were identical in layout, a cookie-cutter design that was undoubtedly repeated countless other times within the complex. 

While their apartments were identical in layout, the interior design was vastly different. His sleep deprived mind didn’t take that in, only longing for the sweet, sweet release that was the comforting pull of sleep. “Kor? ‘m home,” he mumbled, dropping his things beside the kitchen island before falling over the arm of the couch, face first into a pillow. The sun peeked through the curtains, the fiery orange reminding him of his Kory, leaving a ghost of a smile on his face as he fell asleep.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 on the apartment after a few weeks gone, not able to send any message for her roommate, but she hasn't done it purpose, things got a bit out of hand, more than she already had mentally predicted. She was dripping wet, finishing to wear 'land clothing' with a certain difficulty, leaving her green suit behind, and yes, she wears the golden crown, in which she removed from her head putting at the table. ❛ Sorry, I didn't mean to leave like this... But I'm back, in case you want me. I was in Atlantis, my people found out that I'm alive. I didn't want to put you in dangerous lady Ada. Sorry. ❜

His body ached with overexertion, forcing himself to continue to push forward, to find her. She’d help him, just like last time....right? There’d been a strange sort of dynamic between himself and Ada, and while he had doubts, he trusted that she wouldn’t call the authorities and put him back behind bars. 

He’d tell the story of getting snagged on some rebar or glass, but the reality was things went south at his first solo heist post-break out. Mark had gotten sloppy and forgetful after his time behind bars, setting off a silent alarm in his attempt to complete his mission, leading a team of police to his location and a not-so minor firefight ensuing. 

Ouch.

After a not so gentle landing on the balcony, hand moved to apply pressure to his bicep, where blood had permeated the layers of his clothing and soaked his outer leather jacket. Mark knocked at the glass door to the balcony before opening it without an answer.

“Kish? You home? Goddammit, please tell me you’re awake.” Stumbling forward sloppily, he reached for the sole bottle of liquor before uncapping it and drinking from the bottle. If she wasn’t awake before, she certainly was now with all the noise he was making. “Doc, you have to patch me up! C’mon, you know I won’t hurt you.”

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 nostalgic which was no news, the more time she spent on the land more homesick she gets. On the other hand, she has her own freedom living with the surface dwellers things that she did not have once she lived on the deep ocean. She was sitting on the floor, playing with the water from the cup, by making small scenery from Atlantis with water floating in the air, also making the seahorse that she named Storm... The princess was so quiet that she hardly noticed the delicate footsteps of Ada. The Atlantean hadn't realized how late it was, at the moment the brunette guided her to the bedroom, she snapped her fingers making the water drops on the floor wetting them. Once more she snapped again, to make the water get back on the glass, so this way Ada wouldn't have trouble drying the floor. Tears were falling on her eyes, and she was crying, but she didn't know what 'crying' is.

Living with the surface-dwellers is fun, interesting but still, she feels as if she was a fish out of water. She felt Ada tugging her on the bed, wrapping her with the blankets and she wipes up her own tears. ❛ I didn't know the ocean could leak from my eyes. ❜ She commented a tad timidly, looking at Ada that sat on her side on the bed, and grabbed her hand with her cold hand. Suddenly, she felt a small weight shift near her, this was the cat she rescued from the park the other day she was with the brunette. ❛ My seahorse's name was Storm, he was my first pet. ❜ Her ocean-blue hues locked on the cat. ❛ Sadly I can't bring my baby to Atlantis. But I do have a bag of air though. It's not really useful for the land. I need to switch for a bag of water. ❜ Mera had an advanced Atlantean device that when she was on the ocean she throw far away from making a bag of air with oxygen inside the water, however, she knew how to convert it to water. ❛ Can you sleep with me tonight, please? ❜ Mera is not used to having anyone guiding her to bed or even tugging on the blankets, this is NOT the Atlantean way. Although, she did have people helping her to dress up. She had four ladies-in-the-waiting that used to help her with the simplest task.

The couches in the lounge weren’t the most comfortable, but far better than his typical slouching, spine-twisting posture that typically came with desk naps. Arms crossed, hands tucked between his ribcage and biceps, the sleepy speedster found his refuge in the dimly lit room. Barry had escaped Cisco’s speed labs tests for the time being, his body and mind tired from the excess movement after his powers ran on empty for so long. It wasn’t quite restful, but more peaceful to be alone for a bit, floating in between wakefulness and sleep as he listened to the distant voices in the lab. 

So it couldn’t be the woman herself, Amelia judged, that had caught Maddox’s interest. It had to be something else - something circumstantial Her father’s death perhaps? Her work in Star Labs? There was still so much the public didn’t know about what had happened on the fateful night of the particle accelerator explosion after all. But Maddox wasn’t a metahuman, and neither he or his boss seemed particularly interested in them beyond their abilities - much like when they had chosen her. They didn’t care how she got her powers, just that she had them and could use them to her advantage.

“Miss Kish.” She greeted pleasantly, hiding her disdain behind an easy smile as she held her hand out for the other woman to shake. “My name is Amelia Chase, I’m an attorney. I was hoping to discuss some matters with you regarding your father’s will and estate, if you have the time.”

“Thanks for coming with me for this.” Patty bumped Ada’s elbow with her own affectionately, bouncing on the balls of her feet impatiently as the queue continued to crawl along far too slow for her tastes. “I mean, jeez, I knew after fifteen years this was going to be popular but I wasn’t expecting this.” She winced at the line stretching far back around the corner of the street behind them. At least she wasn’t waiting in silence alone - Ada might be, to most people, a difficult conversationalist. But Patty just considered her a different kind - and one that never left for uninteresting small talk. Patty might be an expert on it, but that didn’t mean she preferred it to Ada’s usual frank manner. Quite the opposite. “Is it bad this is the first thing that’s made me glad my boss is forcing me to take time off?”