Crisis

Black Days Are Dark Days

SEVEN HOURS EARLIER...

An alarm goes off in the apartment and Kelly groans, pulling Alex back when she turned it off. "Babe—"

"I gotta go back," she whispers, turning around to kiss her forehead. "I'll be back later, I promise." She tries to get out of bed but Kelly tugs on her tank top to pull her back and kiss her gently.

"I love you."

Alex smiles and kisses her again. "I love you. Go back to sleep." Being back in her own home, she took the opportunity to take a quick shower, mindful of her ace bandages, deeper cuts from stabs, and bruises, but grateful to feel fresh again in what it felt like forever. She put on her pants, grabbed a new tank top and phone and went back through the portal quietly.

Once she got into Joe's house again, she felt eyes on her in the quiet house as the sun was creeping in. She turned around and saw Joe in the kitchen, leaning back on the counter with one hand, a mug of coffee in the other. Felicity was sitting on top of the counter behind him, cross-legged and mug in her hands. 

"You snuck out," the man stated with a movement of his mug towards her.

She quirks her mouth up as she sets her things down silently and into the kitchen. "Couldn't sleep. And neither could my girlfriend back at home, apparently."

"Yeah, well, neither could Iris or I, so we might've gotten things for a funeral already. Felicity got up while we were planning and she had the idea of having a joint funeral."

Alex nods as she pours herself a mug of coffee. "Makes sense." She furrows her brow and asks, "Where is she?"

"Dining room," her voice came quietly. The three make their way over to her as she explains, "Felicity had the idea of us broadcasting it as well and Thea called us, said we can hold the reception at Queen Mansion. Bury both of them there."

Alex nods. "Should we start telling the others?"

Iris nods as she looks up at them and Felicity nods back. "In my college days, I thought black was pretty cool and I wore it every day, even when it was blistering hot," the blonde says grimly. "Now... it means something I'd never thought I'd be feeling in these past eight years; pain and loss."

FIVE HOURS EARLIER...

Everyone caught wind of what was happening in the span of two hours and thanks to some quick delivering with help of Wally and speedsters, a lot of money, CEOs, DAs, and two Kryptonians, caterers were hired, flower arrangements were ordered, limo services were provided. Caskets were ordered as well, sizes were taken and soon, all the friends were dressed in black, a day they thought wouldn't come for years.

Supergirl lands on the balcony of the lounge room in STAR Labs, sighing. "The venue is cleared, Ray is setting up cameras and made sure they're being broadcasted everywhere."

Iris nods as she looks down at her ring on her finger, turning it round and round. "Good," she says, swallowing thickly as she looks back up. Her tiredness was showing, but thanks to her impeccable makeup, she looked fine. "People should know what happened and that they died heroes." 

Heels click at the entrance and she sees Felicity and Lena there, both in black dresses as the former held a coat hanger with a bag over it, a shopping bag in the other hand. Lena's dress was hanging off one shoulder, slanted, obsidian earrings and necklace going well with it, as well as a dark lipstick shade, hair curled. Felicity had her hair up, a simple, short black dress as she was also fidgeting with her ring finger.

"Iris, your brother can't make a decision on which cover."

She sighs and shakes her head as she follows Felicity. "He can never make up his mind." Once they leave, Lena taps the screen next to the doors and they close, leaving her and the Super in the room.