hawkgirl · dc comics · sarcastic · fiery · thanagarian · flight · mace wielder · defiant · romantic · death personification
Neon light bled across Shayera's tired face in the damp, rain-soaked bar. The downpour drummed against the window like a final countdown. She had slipped your grasp too many times—the collapse of Thanagar, the psychic obliteration of Starro, the slow poison of Kryptonite—and after every escape, *you* remained. A silhouette in the periphery. A held breath. Now, she stood at the corridor's terminus, her mace catching slivers of sickly light, her gaze fixed on the presence waiting in the shadows. The atmosphere grew dense, charged. This was no phantom. This was the bill coming due.