It's wild to me that they're able to squeeze three of the classic spyrers, using only two poses, onto a single sprue while simultaneously preserving so much of the character of the original designs but here we are.

Not sure that I'm as impressed by the lateral move away from idle rich thrill killers slumming it downhive where their victims won't be missed, to some kind of suburban safari xenobeast hunting rite of passage for the crotchfruit of House Helmawr.

17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF

(This is so soft thank you for giving me the opportunity to write it.)

"Jason, we're late."

Jason came out of their room, buttoning up his jacket. "It's lunch with my family. We're not going to be the last ones there."

Jason walked over to Kara, who was fiddling with her watch. He took her hand, setting the watch for her "Why are you acting so nervous?"

Oh, I'm only going to ask your dad to help me plan a proposal.

Unable to say what was actually making her nervous right now, she reached up to brush Jason's hair from his eyes. "You need a haircut."

"Nah," Jason said, shaking his head, causing the hair to fall right back into place. "Don't think I didn't notice that change in subject."

"You might find out later, if you behave," Kara said as she ran her hands down the front of Jason's jacket, fixing the bottom buttons as she did so. "Come on."

"Yes,, yes," Jason said with a smile, picking up his keys and holding out Kara's helmet to her. When she came over to take it, he took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. "Whatever has you so nervous, I'm sure it'll work out fine."

"I know," Kara replied with a smile, before lifting up Jason's helmet and offering it to him. "Of course it will."

“Detective Barbara Gordon. She was raised by her uncle, you may know him- Jim Gordon.”

“Ah, yes, the youngest chief commissioner in fifty years. Quite a legacy to live up to.”

“Yes, but she doesn’t let the pressure get to her. If she wasn’t a detective, she’d be an IT mastermind. Yet to meet a computer she can’t crack.”

       “What do you mean, the computer won’t be fixed until next week? I need that computer yesterday! ... No, I can’t tell you why I need it! I’m a detective, it’s police reasons. ... Damn it, I should’ve just fixed it myself.”

“Next?”

“Detective Donna Troy. Battle hardened exterior.... completely unknown interior. She keeps more secrets than a tween girl’s diary.”

      “Hey, Donna-”       “Who told you my name?”       “Uhhhhhhhh-”

“Interesting. Who are those two?”

“Detective Jason Todd and Detective Kara Danvers. After some years on the streets, Todd was adopted into a large family. Second eldest, constantly wanting to prove that he’s just as good as everyone else, if not better. If you issue a challenge, he’s going to attempt it.”

     “No one can climb over that wall. It’s twenty feet high, no footholds.”      “Challenge accepted.”

“Did he climb it?”

“Not at all. He broke his arm trying, though.”

“I see. And Danvers?”

“Detective Danvers. She may seem like she’s not paying attention, but she’s cleared more cold cases than anyone I know. And since her bet with Todd, they’ve each closed more cases in half a year than a good detective will in a year.”

“Bet?”

      “I can definitely close more cases than you, Todd.”       “Is that a challenge, Danvers?”       “You know what? Yes. Yes it is. I challenge you.”       “Challenge accepted. If I win, I get your car.”       “Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fine, fine, fine. When I win, I get to take you on the worst date in history.”       “Done. I look forward to destroying your car.”       “Destroying my.... damnit. Fine, fine. You won’t get to destroy it, because I will win.”       “In your dreams, Danvers.”       “Only in your dreams do you get to date me, Todd.”

“And those two are your best detectives?”

“Yes.”

This was bar number twenty seven, on world number four, that Kara had entered.

Bars were where you went when you were looking for someone; sooner or later, someone showed up who had seen the person you were looking for.

Kara’s problem was that her description of her man was beginning to fade with age. Each time she described him, she felt as though she was doing him less and less justice.

Some people recognised the look in her eyes, and gave her their sympathy. Others recognised the look, and sought to took advantage of her.

Those ones quickly learned how much rage she had inside of her.

Others still would shake their head straight away, or barely even give her an acknowledgement.

This one held some promise- it was frequented by humans more than any other species, and had a reputation for being discrete.

Kara did not have a reputation for being discrete, but she tried her best- she was dressed in blacks and greys, blending into the surroundings easily.

She walked to the counter, taking a seat and smiling at the bartender.

“What will you have?”

Kara ordered the first item on the menu. When the bartender returned, she delivered the speech she had been giving for the past too many years.

“I’m looking for a human. This high. Blue eyes, black hair- except for this part, which is white. He shrinks in on himself, attempts to blend into his surroundings. But there’s no one else you’d want on your side in a fight. I’ve been looking for him for too long now, and I just want to see him again.”

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