By the time Kon runs into her again, he looks like he's been running around helping people. Slightly clawed up clothes, a shoulder hem ripped from lifting a beam onto his shoulders to get it off someone and having it snag, a soot-covered face from holding up part of a collapsed tent to let someone else lead people out of a fire...
Him staying upright hasn't been for a lack of trauma for the Nightrenders to draw from. More than once tonight he'd heard the screams of people he hadn't been able to save. More than once he'd heard the hideous crack of Robin's arm shattering when he'd been brainwashed by Luthor and watched the spray of blood from punching Cassie. More than once, he'd felt the cold clutching at his heart as he died, his body battered and broken, felt Cassie's tears falling on his face.
But people needed help. So every time the nightmares tried to consume him, he'd pushed through. To the point he started to be able to do it without even pausing to stumble when a bad memory hit.
It's what Superman would do, he thinks. And he's right.
He has a good sense of direction. You don't come out of the clone tank with the ability to fly and not wind up with some killer spatial reasoning. Even running around, he'd kept track of "north" after the faeries pointed it out. So when he sees a familiar face and a beat up prom dress go running in the opposite direction, he wheels around and goes chasing after her.
"Hey! Spencer! Where are you going? That's the wrong way!"
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Him staying upright hasn't been for a lack of trauma for the Nightrenders to draw from. More than once tonight he'd heard the screams of people he hadn't been able to save. More than once he'd heard the hideous crack of Robin's arm shattering when he'd been brainwashed by Luthor and watched the spray of blood from punching Cassie. More than once, he'd felt the cold clutching at his heart as he died, his body battered and broken, felt Cassie's tears falling on his face.
But people needed help. So every time the nightmares tried to consume him, he'd pushed through. To the point he started to be able to do it without even pausing to stumble when a bad memory hit.
It's what Superman would do, he thinks. And he's right.
He has a good sense of direction. You don't come out of the clone tank with the ability to fly and not wind up with some killer spatial reasoning. Even running around, he'd kept track of "north" after the faeries pointed it out. So when he sees a familiar face and a beat up prom dress go running in the opposite direction, he wheels around and goes chasing after her.
"Hey! Spencer! Where are you going? That's the wrong way!"