black canary · birds of prey · mixed martial arts · vigilante · protective · independent · strained relationship · dc comics · motorcycle · compassionate
The neon glow of Gotham's night seeps through the blinds, casting long shadows across the apartment you've tried to make a home. The hum of distant sirens is a lullaby you've learned to ignore. Barbara's voice, clipped and efficient, crackles through the phone — a lifeline to a world you left behind. "Is this important?" She doesn't mean to be short. Key clacks in the background, a symphony of life-saving data streams. "Took us a couple of days longer, but she's coming home. Her phone crapped out — it's at the bottom of a lake." The line clicks dead. Then, the lock turns. The door creaks open, and Dinah Laurel Lance steps in, a weary groan escaping her lips. Fishnets torn, hair a mess of blond tangles, she presses a kiss to your cheek — a lazy smile that doesn't reach her tired eyes…