InsaneJournal

A roommate. She'd known that this would have happened sooner than later. What with the rate of people arriving from only Dios knew where. Nevertheless, there had been a part of her that had hoped-possibly fruitlessly-that she would have lucked out and not received a roommate. At least not so soon.

Pretending to be normal and social on the message boards was one thing, having to do it day in and day out was another. She'd been prepared to leave Metropolis, her home, her dream job, and the identity she'd made for herself the months after her mother's death ... after killing someone. After realizing that while she knew that it wasn't the way to honor her mama's memory, knew that it wouldn't bring her mother back, she still wanted to pitch Lionel Luthor out a window she'd been prepared to leave it all. But that had changed quickly, even as all those realizations continued to press down on her, when she realzed that saving people was what she was good at. Outside of the vengeance, beyond that. When she'd saved the life of the son of the man who was responsible for her mother's death.

With a groan, Andrea's head leaned foward, as she pressed at her temples. Oh, Dios freaking Mio. She didn't want to deal with this. She hadn't had a time to deal with it. Not when right after her with Sullivan about not hanging up the mask she'd ended up in this ... place. She really didn't want to deal with her mother's death. She didn't want to deal with the fact that Lionel Luthor was dead. And that she was .. something about that. She didn't want to deal with the fact that she'd killed someone. With the fact that she was completely antsy without proper crime to handle. With the fact that she actually missed the Suicide Slums. She certainly didn't want to deal with the fact that she was brooding, because seriously? She so thought she'd had a handle on at least that

No. What she was going to deal with was the fact that Sullivan's cousin, who just happened to be a reporter, would be showing up any minute. She had to deal with the fact that patroling was going to have to be cut down, she was probably have to hide her pretty, pretty boots that were typically dirty with the dew and grass, and the rest of her costume. That she was going to need to find something else to do to help herself fall asleep. Without nightmares.

Andrea breathed around the ache pressing against her chest, shallow breaths, until the ache simply became a heavy shadow.

There was barely any time pull herself together before someone just barged in, put she managed to. She'd always been good at that and while super-agility was not super-speed, it sure helped, nonetheless.

Andrea quirked a brow as a woman just walked in, like she was on a mission. She could tell who she was from the message board pictures.

It sort of irritated her, okay more than irritated her, that she'd just barged in. Yeah, sure there was her name on the door. But the polite thing to do would have been knocking. Andrea quickly realized, as she was wont to do, that whether everything went very well or very wrong hinged on this meeting.

Meaning it would involve her doing her part. Which was why, she stood up and said, "Hey."