#jubilantmist

❛ you think that's strange ? i'm friends with a lantern that looks like a squirrel and i've got a generational beef with a lantern that's just a pissed off , mangy HOUSE CAT. the word strange barely even registers on my radar at this point. i see it all as just ' part of the job ' at this point. ❜

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A little deeper it might have sliced an artery. Blood would have flowed and they would have had seconds. Of course, that was only if her heart had been pumping anything to begin with. Ever since she started with the hero work she'd tuned her ears to the drumming beat inside everyone's chest. Made it easy to hear when someone was nervous, or lying-- Or whether or not they were in any active danger at all.

"Yeah, well-- Don't think you're at risk of dying if your heart isn't pounding. Probably hurts like a bitch though--"

A brow raises, and unearthly beaming blue eyes lift to set on Jubilee's. An almost unimpressed look of amusement cutting to her features. "Supergirl, but you can call me Kara." She exhales, a thick mist of freezing cold air misting the wound and smattering the exposed skin and wound with crystals of ice, soothe the pain while the other's clearly inhuman physique did the rest.