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Blair isn’t sure what it is, but she hears something. Her whole body aches, her skin and muscles tugging where the wires and cords are embedded back into her flesh, draining her energy and power straight from the source - her biological actions and internal clocks. She can feel the mechanisms within her slowing down, she wants to pass out - she NEEDS to succumb to exhaustion. But, at the same time, those crashes and shouts - muffled by the thick, clouded glass, don’t seem normal by this madhouse’s standards.    “BLAIR!”    Through the glass, she hears her name. Even though she just met him, he was nice. He didn

 “Oh, my God.” Charlie’s moans echo throughout the base of Mt. Justice. He whines like a little school girl. “I’m...I think I’m DYING!” His cries get no response. His teammates remain where they are, sitting as far away on the L-shaped couch as it is permitted for three young men. Sky is sitting on the edge of the shorter part of the L, elbows on his knees as he twirls an arrow in his fingers and his crystal-blue eyes focus on the news. His shoulders tense, showing exactly how he feels about Charlie’s complaining. His eye twitches with each noise coming from the Young Lantern’s direction

(MT. JUSTICE, HAPPY HARBOR, RHODE ISLAND) The room is awkwardly silent. Tension could be cut with a knife. A young man leans on the large window that makes up the wall, looking outward over his shoulder at the sea. His blue-brown eyes narrow at a cargo ship a little ways off. A helicopter is hovering above it. “Sky?” His mother’s voice brings Sky back from his hollow thoughts. He turns to her, having the same blonde hair growing out of his scalp in tufts, the brown in his hardened stare coming from her intelligent orbs. The Black Canary stares at her son. “Did you hear a single word I just said?” “No.&r