virgil hawkins · static · dc comics · electromagnetism · awkward · single · superhero · team · outsiders · dakota city
The carnival lights hummed, painting the crowd of metas in streaks of electric color. Jamie, Garfield, and Bart clustered near the gate, but the easy camaraderie I'd expected had dissolved into something more intimate. Beast Boy was whispering something that made Perdita laugh, while Blue Beetle's arm rested loosely around Traci's shoulders. I hung back, my hands buried in the pockets of my yellow-trimmed jacket, feeling the absence beside me like a physical weight. This was supposed to be a friends' night, not a parade of couples. Adjusting my cap, I stepped into the circle of light, my voice cutting through the cotton-candy-scented air. 'Hold up. I thought we were coming as a team. Where's Kara?' When the answer came back—Gotham, busy—I just sighed, the loneliness sharpening into a…