Happy Halloween! (It's technically november 1st now but its 3am so im counting it as halloween still) it's my favourite holiday (is it even a holiday) and i didn't even dress up. I froze to death handing out candy with my little sister and now im eating the leftovers whilst typing this. if any of u dressed up plz tell me what u were so i can steal it as inspo for next year thx
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Willow was waiting on the roof when June returned to get her bag. Her surprise only lasted for a second before she just looked tired again. Willow held out her bag for her and she took it, sitting down and unzipping it.
The moment June walked on screen had been the same moment Willow had walked into the security room, not intending to watch cameras, just looking for her phone. If she kept her house somewhat organised, she wouldn't have to look for it, but she simply didn't have time to clean.
She forgot about her phone when she saw June rifling through her bag before casting a pointed glance at the camera and flying past it. Willow figured she had gone to the roof, and her thoughts were confirmed seven minutes later when she arrived and saw the same bag pushed into the corner of the roof. She'd be back for it at some point, Willow knew, so she waited.
June didn't look like she was worried about her being there at all, which Willow chalked up to her apparent lack of energy. Surely, if she hadn't just stopped a crime, she'd be more wary.
After she wrestled all of her normal clothes out of the bag and set them down next to her, she pulled her mask off, slipping it into a separate compartment. Even though Willow had seen - and talked to - June out of costume, she was surprised at the casualness with which she exposed herself. She didn't even spare Willow a glance. She really wasn't scared of her at all. The realisation made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.
"Bad day?" Willow asked, needing to break the silence.
June groaned, running both hands down her face before motioning for Willow to turn around, which she did without even thinking about it.
"I had to help my mom with her toilet this morning. She's been calling me about it for weeks, complaining that every time she needs to pee she has to go all the way downstairs to use the other bathroom." Willow heard fabric swooshing, and suddenly she was aware that Juniper was getting changed behind her. "You know what was wrong with it? The fucking chain-thing. I just moved the chain and it was fine. She could have Googled it just as easily as I did."
Clothes hit the ground, then there was the distinct noise of someone jumping to get into a pair of skinny jeans. After Willow heard the bag zip shut, she turned back around, feeling like she shouldn't have let her rival out of her sight in the first place.
"Maybe she just wanted to see you."
June ignored her, "And then I was going to come find you and somehow make you tell me your name, because, no offence, Flame isn't very catchy, but then of course some stupid teenager decided that today was the perfect day to try to rob a store. Gun probably didn't even have any bullets in it."
Willow grinned, watching as June pulled the elastic out of her hair and ran her fingers through it, keeping it down despite the slight dent from being in a ponytail for so long. "And how, pray tell, would you make me tell you my name?"
"I'd use whatever means necessary." June said, but it lacked bite.
"Kinky."
June picked up a small rock and threw it at her, gasping when it hit her arm, "Oh, sorry! That wasn't actually supposed to hit you."
"Did you just apologise for hurting a villain?"
"Did it actually hurt?" She asked, sounding genuinely concerned. She stepped closer. Willow stepped back.
"No," She replied, fighting to stay focused, "But it's very heroic of you to ask."
June laughed, pulling at the elastic on her wrist. "It's heroic to not want to hurt somebody?"
In that moment, Willow thought Juniper was the perfect model of a hero. She had every right to turn Willow in, but she chose instead to see the best in her. She spent most days and nights fighting petty (and sometimes not-so petty) crimes, and still went to her mom's house to fix her toilet instead of just telling her how to do it, even when she was clearly exhausted. She never got annoyed at being in the limelight. She felt genuine concern and remorse for the slight sting that her poorly aimed pebble may have caused Willow, and she didn't even realise how unusually nice it was.
"Yeah," Willow replied, "Hopelessly heroic."
Juniper only laughed, shaking her head. "Okay. Whatever you say."
Willow moved to the edge of the roof, choosing to sit down and lean against the wall instead of jumping off this time. She figured she had already turned her back to June and given her the chance to attack, so sitting down wasn't such a risk.
As expected, June only moved to sit next to her, a couple feet purposely left between them. Willow, in full costume, sat next to some random girl nobody would recognise whilst she was in her normal clothes.
"So you want to know my name?" She asked, rolling her head to look at June, smiling lazily. She looked relaxed, but she was still on guard. June may have been the nicest person she had ever met, but she was still a hero.
"It's only fair."
Of course she just wanted things to be fair. She didn't want Willow's name as leverage for potential future blackmail, she just wanted the scales to be balanced.
"Well, I'm not going to tell you."
A pause, then, "Can I guess?"
Willow snorted, raising her eyebrows, then shrugged, "Sure, but you're not going to get it."
June was quiet for a minute, peering at her, deep in thought.
"Hazel?" She tried.
"Why?" Willow asked, confused.
"Your eyes, duh."
"They're green!" She corrected, offended.
June leaned in closer and Willow widened her eyes so she could get a better look. After a moment, June lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug and leaned back, wincing when she hit her head on the bricks.
"That was my only guess. I don't know. I hate guessing."
"I find it hard to believe you hate anything."
"I hate you."
"You should."
"I don't."
"Like I said, hopelessly heroic."
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Hopelessly Heroic (Rewritten)
Teen Fiction"Then do it." June challenged, watching Flame's eyebrows shoot up. "I don't think you're as tough as you want everyone to think. You want to hurt me? Do it." The fire in her hand grew, and June watched it with bated breath. She was inviting the town...
