Title: Where parallel lines meet
Characters: Cassandra, J'onn
Prompt: #13, Delusion
Word Count: About a hundred.
Warnings: It's not angsty or darkfic, but writing this broke my heart a little. I'm probably just too sensitive today.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Set during Cass' pre-Batgirl years. We know (unless one Crisis or another has retconned it away) that J'onn has visited Gotham among other cities in one of his many civilian identities. The beginning of this ficlet was obvious. The ending I didn't see coming until I wrote it.
She thought like dreams move. He moved in beautiful nonsense. They spotted each other in the blood-crowded Gotham night, the stray kid and the detective in the brown trench coat.
He bought Thai food, which they ate in a park bench. It was a warm, busy night, and they could sense the would-be muggers, the drug addicts and the people coming from late shifts all avoiding or seeking each other, their intentions almost shining through the moon-flooded park.
After they ate, he gave her his card. She took it and nodded, and then he walked away in that impossibly alien way of his, knowing that she was more than a match for anything she could meet in the city.
But unaware that she couldn't read.
The girl looked at the card. "John Jones," it said, a meaningless pattern of black against white. She let it fall to the floor and walked away.
Rhetorical question PS: Why the hell do I keep writing things like this?
Rhetorical answer PS: For starters, you write Gotham. And Bats. And probably you need to go out more.
Rethorical counter-answer PS: Hah!
Possibly, meta to follow soon as to why this ficlet, which is almost fluffy by psych_30 standards, cranked up my emo.