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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight); asha greyjoy (laveers) & pals.
What: bruce makes friends; asha learns to shoot.
When: before & during the event.
Where: around olympia.
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed. pm/pp if you want me to set something up!

Comments

[mayarah]

[ he seems to have strong opinions and given that he's been here longer than she has, given that he's a friend of clark's, kara is inclined to listen. to assume that he knows what he's talking about.

but this still strikes her as odd somehow. ]

You don't think I can pass for normal? [ the question is quiet, not accusatory. she's managed for over a decade on earth and managed well enough.

she's not sure she could pass for someone who's never lived a human life. not anyone. ]

What did I do, before? And do you think I told anyone?

[beknight]

You can.

[ She and Clark have been doing it for ages. He doesn't doubt that. ]

You had a pair of glasses from the Orbiters that magically [ he hates this word so much ] concealed your identity. I'm not aware if you told anyone the truth.

[ most importantly, ]

I don't trust that. The other refugees come and go from the station all the time. If someone wanted to find you, they could.

[ And Luthor is asleep in those pods. ]

[mayarah]

[ kara never wanted to lie to anyone. she hated the necessity for it then. she doesn't like it now. ]

And you think I need to hide? If no one here will bat an eye at another alien, can't I just be me?

[beknight]

Then, be you. You know yourself best.

[ His job is to watch over them. He'll do that no matter what she chooses. ]

[mayarah]

I'm going to think about it. [ kara says instead of all the things she wants to say that would betray how badly she wants this; how badly she's always wanted to be able to just be herself. ]

I don't really know this place yet.

[beknight]

[ He shrugs, amiable. ]

Take your time. If you need an ear, I'm not going anywhere.

[mayarah]

Thank you.

[ she means that. ]

I don't know what happened to the glasses. These were from my adoptive father. [ she touches the glasses she's wearing right now. ]

[beknight]

What are friends for.

[ He knows something of fathers, and smiles. ]

I'll keep an eye on your family. If I see them wake up, you'll be the first to know.

[mayarah]

Thank you.

[ she reaches over the table to touch his hand for a moment. ]

And if you want company again while you search for your son, let me know?

[ which, actually: ] Your daughter's awake, though, that's good.

[beknight]

[ He squeezes her hand warmly — but the contact is brief. ]

Her name is Cassandra. If you can't find me, find her.

[mayarah]

All right. [ kara nods, pulling her hand back when he lets go. ] Thank you.

[ and, a beat later: ] Is there anything else you think I need to know?

[beknight]

[ Without hesitation, ]

You're not alone.

[ He knows the weight of those words and who's hearing them. It needs affirmation. ]

[mayarah]

[ it means more than kara can say. she has to swallow before she can repeat: ]

Thank you. [ this time, her words are heavier, carrying more weight than before. she's felt alone a lot since waking up. hearing that she isn't, even from someone who, to her mind, is a stranger? it helps. ]