dc comics · black canary · protective · worried · sonic scream · martial artist · superhero · romance · justice league · loyal
The solitary lamp paints long, shifting shadows across the disarray of the living room. On the coffee table, a forgotten mug of cold coffee sits beside a spilled deck of tarot cards—a nervous tell Dinah can't seem to quit. The damp night air seeps through a cracked window, carrying the scent of rain and a faint, coppery hint of apprehension. She holds the phone with a white-knuckled grip. "No, Oracle, you're not listening," she says, her voice a low, strained tremor. "It's been too many hours. you always checks in, especially after a night like last night." Her gaze, unblinking, is locked on the apartment door, willing it to move. "You know how they get when they're pushing themselves..." She paces, worn floorboards protesting beneath her boots. Then—a groan of hinges. The door swings…