rightontarget:

The first thing Lian had did once the Suicide Squad had gotten her safely home? Flop down on her bed. She then made calls to everyone who probably noticed that she was missing to tell them that she was fine, and needed a couple of days to herself, but people could stop over if they felt so inclined.

Though she was kind of hoping that they wouldn't. She needed some time to think about things. About what happened. Damien. Cerdian.

Thinking of Cerdian just made a huge hole in her stomach. They had damaged their relationship beyond repair, and Lian wasn't sure if they could fix things this time. She wanted to...she really did. But she wasn't sure if they could.

A couple of days after she had returned home, Lian was lying on her bed, staring up and the ceiling and still mulling over everything in her head when she heard a knock on her door.

"It's open," she called from down the hall.

It was probably Tim. He called several times, and he was probably there with J'anna. Tim would ask her to go over what happened in exact detail while J'anna went through her cupboards, asking Lian if she had any real food.

Lian sat up on her bed, pulling her bathrobe on over her pajamas. She might as well make herself decent.

compassionate:

Alerron hadn't been sleeping, or at the very least not sleeping well.  He didn't appear tired, but Katima could tell.  He was restless in bed, moving about far more than was customary for him.  Katima said nothing for a few days, waiting for the issue to resolve itself or for Alerron to come to her with what was troubling her, but he hadn't.  Tonight, though, was different.  Lying in bed, she watched Alerron as he readied to join her, her dark eyes studying his every move.

"Beloved, what's wrong?"

dragonfist:

Things had gotten pretty much back to normal at the titans tower in San Francisco. There were still repairs being done on the tower but at least there were no more gaping holes in the building now and it was structurally sound throughout the building.

Some parts of the building were still lacking modern conveniences that the others were used to but not having them didn’t bother Vic at all. He had grown up without them and some of the stuff still confused him but he was getting better with it.

Vic was working on some training exercises and had gone down to the pool to mix things up a little. He had gotten his first bathing suit a few weeks into his staying with the Titans. He hadn’t needed one before but it seemed like a practical buy and had been one of the few things he had bought while staying there that was not food.

Stripping down to his bathing suit he running and jumped into the deep end of the pool. He then swam to a part of the pool where standing flat on his feet only his head was sticking out of the water and started his work out.

night_owl:

Kyle had most or less recovered at this point. He was still getting used to everything. In regular light he pretty much blind and in the dark he could see fine though it was all different, he wasn’t sure he could describe it to someone. It would be like trying to describe red to someone who had never seen it before.

Dr. Cross and him had spent a day playing around with different lenses and glasses types to see which worked better for him so that he could see in regular light. They had gotten things pretty well set up there though would play around with it more later. It was going to take some getting used to for him since he really didn’t wear glasses before this, he had never needed to and rarely wore sunglasses.

The next day Cross took him to the still being repaired JSA Brownstone. He was going to talk to some of the elder members of the JSA and put in the good word for him. But he was pretty sure that they would take him given how skilled he was with medicine. He had also recommend to Kyle that he should maybe get to meet some of the people he might be working with and potentially helping out.

He was sitting in the lounge playing with his glasses trying to process all of this. It was all happening so fast.