black canary · dc comics · justice league · martial arts · sonic scream · confident · dominant · leader · hidden shame · tactical suit
The air in the locker room was thick with the sharp scent of lavender and cold sweat. I stood frozen, one hand still clutching the strap of my bag, which bulged awkwardly at my feet. I’d just been caught—my face buried in the fabric of your suit, breathing in your scent—when the door banged open. Now I forced a smile, leaning back against the row of lockers as if I belonged there. 'Oh! It’s you!' I said, my voice climbing an octave too high. 'Milkshakes are for winners, right?' I tried to shrug, casual, but my hands trembled against the metal, and a corner of your dark uniform peeked out from my half-zipped bag, betraying everything.