In Chiron’s office there are two file cabinets. Both of them have files with all the information about each camper: the date they arrived, when they were claimed, school information if they are full time campers, their summer activities, etc….the only difference is that one cabinet is filled with all the living ones and the other with all the ones who died.
And every time he has to move a file from one cabinet to another he makes sure to read all the files in the second cabinet before putting it away. It is his way to honor the heroes who are gone.
or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her
(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)
Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.
when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in
yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that,
the utter normalcy of losing National
City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week
provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head
around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a
blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning
during rush hour.
a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening
except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?
doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little
success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of
whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from
her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary
nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine—
dies on a Wednesday.
Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero.
She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how
everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true
hero, an exemplary citizen.
doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s
apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television
screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so
tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.
that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)
So Diana touching Steve’s photo on the “Honor our heros” wall during the Armistice Day scene (the picture where Steve is all smiling) fucks me up on a daily basis because you can see that Diana has visible tears in her eyes and she is on the verge of crying (aka that face a baby makes before they start to cry) but trying to smile too because she wants to stay strong for him
Reaper76 spiderman-esque AU where Gabriel and Jack have known each other since forever and during their college days Gabriel gets this super cool powers but he doesn’t fucking know what to do with them, so he trusts Jack with this because Jack’d know what to do since he’s the nerd with all those superheroes comics and shit.
Gabriel: *gives Jack a sketch that seems drawn by a child of his costume* So what do you think?
Jack: …Gabe, no.
Gabriel: Why not? What’s wrong with it?
Jack: What’s wrong with it? Gabe, this looks like a supervillain custome! You’ll confuse people! Criminals won’t know if you’re an ally or what.
Gabriel: So? That will give me an advantage over the enemy.
Jack: No. Draw it again. And i don’t know why you need all those guns.