#invstarter

selina knew about everyone new coming into the east end, the kids would talk & it would get back to her. new people were a threat especially if they had wealth or power attached to them. she wanted to make sure that these people were okay, safe even not for her but the east end as a whole. the area had been through too much for the war to get involved here. she was often found walking around the area without the catwoman gear, people knew both of them. catwoman & selina. she was there to protect them.

The alley stunk of days old booze and piss — which were indistinguishable to Tanya as she unloaded the small, windowless black van. Every now and then she disappeared into the back door with an armful of boxes and goods for her upcoming dive bar. The space for rent was small, but doable — though it needed to function as an actual bar, Tanya had her sights set on getting together a new B.A.D Girls team; or at least, a team that wanted to make money during the end of the world. 

A difficult endeavor, she was sure, but Tanya held fast and continued to carry — and sometimes dragged — boxes between van and bar. The large, metal sarcophagus emptied out, little by little, until all that was left were a couple of lamps and a pool table. Now, she didn’t have to lift a finger when the van was loaded up, but now that the movers were long and gone, Tanya stared at the pool table with an air of frustration and her hands pressed to her hips.

Her focus slipped to the scattered passerby just beyond the van and in that second, her eyes lit up when she spotted someone with potential. With an offer of batted eyelashes and a coy smile, Tanya slinked over to the stranger before they could hurry out of view. 

“D’ya have a second to give a girl a hand? There’s a free drink in it for ya if you say yes,” she trilled; the beg in her gaze was obvious. While she could probably manage on her own — she didn’t really want to.

The fighting may have been over, but Bobby hasn’t stopped thinking about it; specifically his confrontation with Jean. In hindsight he knew he’d been out of line, dangerous and that had scared him. Enough so that he’d finally let go of his iceform for a little while, though he still hid atop the watchtower and hoped to be left alone. 

He gripped the rail to stop his hands trembling and saw his own breath from the chill he made as he heard someone climb the steps. 

“My shift’s not over for another hour.” he mumbled.

Eva read the headline printed in her paper about the release of prisoners from some sort of camp in the mountains. She didn’t want to, but her heart lurched a little; she knew better than most what that kind of liberation felt like. And supposedly there were plenty more like that, trapped, defenceless, without hope. 

She grit her teeth and took a sip of her wine. “Dammit.” she muttered, pulling out a tablet and beginning to work away. She told herself it wasn’t for the Earth’s defensive forces, if only so she could keep going. Though she came to a stop when a figure approached. 

“If you’re here to try and arrest me it’d be ill-advised.” she said, turning her head, “And offering to buy me a drink would be an even worse idea.” 

“N-no, that’s not what I’m saying,” Michael contended earnestly with frustration in his tone. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t-,” he tried to explain, but his words fell on deaf ears and people only grew angrier. If he could time travel, why can’t he figure out a way to fix this? Why can’t he go back in time to stop Darkseid from ever getting the Pheonix Force? Because it wasn’t that simple, Michael would try to explain, but he was a hero, he was supposed to use his powers to help the people.

But he wasn’t allowed to and it ate him up inside. He was sure Barry felt the same way, on some level, but he wasn’t there to unload on. Michael was on his own to deal with the angry mob that so diligently descended upon him with intent on getting what they want. Thankfully, he had his flight ring and within a mere minute, Michael was perched safely atop the nearest building to catch his breath-

-until the looming presence of someone else came crashing down. Michael shook his head solemnly, his back to his new visitor. “If you’re here about the time travel, Skeets can.. He can explain.”

Samson was usually better at recalling when he had appointments, it was a little embarrassing to be caught red-handed doing a fist pump for winning a game on the small console in front of him. “Oh, excuse me.” he cleared his throat and gently set the device aside. 

“I take it you’re here for a chat? Or did you realise I have the best coffee machine in the place?”