The compact mirror whizzed through the air like a discus only for it to be deftly caught by Joan without batting an eye. At least this time she didn’t crush it.
“Morning to you too sunshine.” She quipped, her other hand casually stuffed into the pocket of her denim jacket.
“I already hung out with you yesterday, shoo.” Dahlia scowled.
“Oh please, we both know you hung out with Marcel more than me. I’m almost jealous.” Joan smirked.
“He’s certainly more tolerable than you.” Dahlia sniffed.
“So’s Chris.” Joan said, a fond smile coming onto her face.
Then her smile dropped as she remembered what else she saw. Instantly, Dahlia noticed her friend drop the light-hearted tone she usually carries.
“Dahlia, I think you owe me an explanation.” Joan said.
“I owe you nothing.” She bit out.
“Don’t give me that crap.” Joan snapped. “You really think I’m gonna just brush off what I saw yesterday?” she sighed.
“Great Rao, D, I know you’re the brains and I’m the brawn but I’m not stupid. You think I don’t know about my dad’s investigation? How him and mom are trying to nose into Paris? Plus, Marcel and Chris are from Paris too, doesn’t take a detective to put two and two together.” She pointed out.
Damn it. X-ray vision or superhearing or not, even Dahlia knew that while Joan would never be on the same level as her in terms of investigation, she was pretty darn perceptive in her own way.
“If you’re so smart, you should be able to connect the rest of the dots on your own then.” Dahlia said.
No. Joan didn’t need to get involved. Sure Dahlia finds her incorrigible but Joan's her best friend. She’s the sister she never had, one of the few people able to break past her walls and remain in her heart. Dahlia cared about her and even until now she was willing to put up with her emotional constipation without asking for anything in return other than her trust and friendship, damn it.
She knew Joan wasn’t invincible. She had weaknesses like kryptonite and magic. The latter of which they were preparing to deal with on a large scale. If Joan were to get involved and go over to Paris, she could risk getting akumatized.
And God forbid a supervillain magic-enhanced Supergirl from ever coming into existence.
“……………something big’s going on in Paris. Something our dads didn’t know about until now and…..and that scares me, D.” Joan whispered.
She looked at Dahlia and suddenly, she wasn’t Supergirl. She was scared and confused and vulnerable.
“Is this magic? Is this another reality-warping other dimension mess again? Are we looking at a possible end of the world fiasco again?” she pushed on.
Dahlia sighed, resisting the urge to run her fingers through her meticulously combed hair. Goddamn it, why did this have to happen now, in the morning, an hour before her date with Marcel at the aquarium?
“Fine, to answer those questions; yes, yes minus the dimension part and yes.” She replied.
“What’s it gonna be this time? A demon? A demigod? Satan?” Joan asked. “Oh crap, please don’t tell me it’s Raven’s satanic demigod father Trigon.”
“No to all of those.” Dahlia deadpanned. “It’s a long story and as much as I would love to fill you in on it, I have a date in an hour.”
Joan frowned, her lips pressing together into a hard line.
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Paris Monsieur in Gotham) [DISCONTINUED]
FanfictionDahlia Wayne never believed in love at first sight. Upon a chance encounter with a Parisian boy with bluebell eyes and his fair share of secrets however, she can't help but second guess her previous assumptions on love. [Genderbend Daminette/Maribat]