#hazywolves

chase was really in an unbelievable situation. he had mourned gert and lived alone for 6 weeks when she came back. he had seen her, touched her, hugged her. she was real. tandy, ty had both had seen her, and it was crazy. he had been drinking himself to numb the pain, and now he was determine to make his life better, and be better for gert. he wished he hadn’t pushed the rest of the gang away. he missed them. they were his family, but when gert died, chase needed to be alone. especially from karolina and molly. they were both sweet people, but they looked at him with pity. like they felt sorry for him. he knew they meant well, but it was still hard. 

chase knew gert was on her way to her job, so he decided to go for a run, and clean up the place. he had let it go a bit, and there was his old liquor and beer bottles and cleaned it all up. he also knew that if tandy saw this she’d kick his butt into gear. as he cleaned up he heard someone come in. ❝tandy is that you? ❞ he didn’t hear them say anything ❝ty?❞ again no answer, so he grabbed the fistagons, and headed to the door. he almost shot, but saw a familiar face. ❝geez! karolina! ❞ he smiled and laughed a little relieved ❝i am happy to see you❞ and he hugged his kind blonde friend 

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support / no longer accepting.

“i just don’t understand it.” the blonde had exclaimed, her voice strained as the tears continued to drip down her cheeks. “betty remembers me– you remember me. how can he just– not?” she was speaking of harvey and his inability to remember anything but her nickname. the witch could not understand that something like that was possible. “do you think he’d want to forget me?”

“Oh my God, what happened to you?”

Dick rolled his eyes at Babs’s concern. ❝Bab’s I'm fine! I promise. I was just sparring against Jason, and he got a little carried away. Trust me you know I have had worse bumps and bruises than this.❞ he smiled and tried to laugh it off. True Jason was a bit on edge, and Dick was worried about it, but he wasn’t going to worry Barbra about it. ❝I just need some ibuprofen and some ice and i’ll be fine. I promise.❞ he wasn’t in a ton of pain and he would bounce back quickly. ❝look Babs, are you gonna look at me with those big worried eyes, or we can just relax and hang out a bit?❞he asked. He liked that she cared, but it wasn’t a big deal right now.  

“You’re braver than you think.”

Pam’s words basically knocked Dinah over. She didn’t feel brave. Sara was brave, Sara was a warrior. Dinah felt like a girl who played pretend. She had always felt like she was playing catch up. Her father was a cop, oliver, diggle, even thea were all bad asses. She was just a lawyer who put on a mask. However pam’s words made her feel like she could be a hero. She could help people, and make a difference. That’s all Dinah wanted. She wanted to make the world a better place, fight for women, men, and anyone who needed her. She looked at her friend and tried not to cry as she said. ❝do you really think that? To be honest I can't even think i’m brave let alone someone else think it. I feel like a shame ya know? Like a kid playing pretend.❞ no one really believed in her in her life. They all treated her like a weak child. 

the slow music surrounded them and it sent her off in her the memories they created together. it would never cross her mind that one of the best parts of her life would be fabricated. she felt at peace , with her little family and she’d definitely fight , tooth and nail if anything or anyone jeopardized it. anyone who knew her would know that haley james was a fighter , she may not condone violence but that is an act of hypocrisy. she’d smack anyone down or try to. ❝ it’s kind of too quiet don’t you think ? ❞ she asked teasingly but not to cut off their time alone together. their daughter always loved to mimic her parents and always had mischief on the mind it seemed.