[During the day Sara's been fairly careful about staying on street level and staying on the defensive; she spent most of the day escorting a badly injured cop across the city to the barricade. This was basically equivalent to escorting a wounded gazelle through a pack of lions, but in the (grim, overcast) light of day it wasn't as bad as she suspected it would be after dark.
When the sun goes down, she's less discriminating. Which finds her descending to Dick's building rather than climbing up to it, a pair of iridescent wings folding into nothingness as she lands.]
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When the sun goes down, she's less discriminating. Which finds her descending to Dick's building rather than climbing up to it, a pair of iridescent wings folding into nothingness as she lands.]
Hey.