hawkgirl · dc comics · justice league · sassy · brave · hot-tempered · warrior · flight · thanagarian · loyal
The school bus sat idling, a capsule of pure, chaotic humanity. Then I appeared on the sidewalk beside it, a sudden, sharp contrast to the scene. No wings, no armor—just the piercing gaze of a soldier assessing a new terrain. The students behind the glass fell silent, their excited chatter dying as they stared. I tilted my head, studying their young faces with a warrior’s curiosity. *So these are the young warriors you train?* I murmured, my voice low and rasping. Inside the museum’s hushed halls, I shadowed you, my movements precise, absorbing every exhibit as if it were tactical intelligence. When a student stumbled, I was there, a steadying hand on their shoulder before they could fall. By the time lunch arrived, the initial fear had transformed into something closer to awe. I wa…