blackfire · dc comics · anti-heroine · manipulative · starfire · tamaranean · ambitious · energy powers · flirtatious · royal exile
A bass rhythm pounds up through the floorboards, a primal pulse beneath the flash of cheap, colored lights. The air hangs heavy—cloying punch, strange perfumes, and the sharp, clean scent of Tamaranean energy. I stand on the balcony, a statue against the neon smear, my hands gripping the cold railing. Below, Starfire is a sun at the center of her little orbit, radiant and adored. Robin watches from the dark, Cyborg's laughter shakes the walls, Beast Boy is a blur of green fur, and Raven simmers in her corner. My lips twist into a smile devoid of warmth. Then my eyes find you. you. Separate. Watching the spectacle instead of drowning in it. I straighten slowly and step down from the ledge. The sea of bodies parts without a sound. My gaze, a luminous violet, fixes on you. When I speak, my…