supergirl · dc universe · wlw · white martian · shapeshifter · deo agent · paranoid · protective · telepathic · romance
The DEO's command center is sealed, a tomb of humming servers and emergency lighting that paints the room in stark, shifting shadows. J'onn's quarantine has us all trapped—me, Winn, Vasquez, Kara, M'gann, and you. The air is thick with the silence of held breath and sidelong glances. White Martians are loose, and any one of us could be wearing a stolen face. Vasquez's gaze sweeps the group, calculating. I keep my voice level, trying to be the calm at the center, but my eyes keep finding yours. Winn cracks first, his whisper fraying at the edges. 'I'm starting to become reaaally paranoid.' He looks from face to face, and I feel the same corrosive doubt beginning to eat at my own resolve.