- peace in havok
- Power and anger have gone hand in hand for Hazel her entire life, as has trust and heart. Hazel is bright as the sun and delicate as a flower. But the sun burns hot, and roses grow thrones.
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— out of the ash, i rise —
THERE WAS A DULL ACHING PAIN IN HER BONES, BUT HER BODY FELT STRANGELY COMFORTABLE. Hazel lifted her head from the comfortable pillow, her eyes squinting at the soft glow of fairy lights around the room. Hazel groaned as she pushed herself up right, her hands moving to check her sides, expecting the bloody armour of her suit but instead her fingers ran over a grey cotton. She looked down at the cotton of the large guns and roses shirt, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
She stood on shaky legs, stepping toward the door and out into the hall. She walked down the small hallway out into the living room of Cole's apartment. Hazel barely had time to look around when Terran raced toward Hazel, leaping into her arms and squeezed her tightly. "Oh thank god, I thought I fucked up."
"I'm good, I think," Hazel muttered. Hazel looked up, Cole walking towards her with a hot coffee.
"Oh thank goodness you're up!" Nina squeaked, rushing towards the three. She held Hazel's Venom suit top in her hands. "I managed to stitch everything but whoever makes these might wanna make you a new one."
Hazel took the suit from Nina and Terran sat Hazel on the couch, "Oh uh, thank you, I'll let him know."
Terran waited until Hazel settled the suit in her lap before she spoke up."Cole explained everything to me already so you just drink the coffee and we'll talk," Terran said and Hazel nodded. "So far there's no word from anyone. On your comms or the radio."
"Which could be a good sign," Cole said quickly. "It means everyone could be hiding like we are."
"Gar and Blackfire were shot," Hazel interrupted, looking between them. "I have a feeling they're doing more than hiding out."
Terran sighed through her nose, but continued speaking. "Rachel is looking for Gar, she's able to track the power he radiates so she'll find him soon enough."
"But we should also be laying low, you especially," Cole added and Hazel's eyes snapped up to him. "News is playing all sorts of crap, number one being everyone's wanted for terrorism except for you, Conner and Gar. You guys have an extra."
"What- What do you mean?"
"Footage was released of the Carnival attacks," Terran explained, "The news quickly tried to say the events were fabricated but Barbra got arrested so-"
"All hell broke loose," Cole said with huff.
April 2, 2021
Nina had put the three on house arrest, claiming when it was safe either someone would show up or Hazel would receive a call. But when Terran walked to Hazel with shaky hands whispering that something was wrong with Dick, Hazel threw the door open, her siblings following her quickly.
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They kept close together but Terran led the way, leading them through twisting alley's and empty streets. Cole looked up at the dark sky, hissing through his teeth as gunshots cut through the air only a street over. "What happened to laying low?" he asked, leaning down slightly to whisper to Terran.
"Normally when I feel somethings wrong, it means someones dead," Terran mumbled, tracing her palms like the lines on a map.
"Or dying, pray that Dick is only dying," Hazel insisted, peaking around an alley corner, checking over it before they continued.
Hazel stopped in the middle of the ally, staring down an off chute as a familiar energy ran over her bones. Terran called for her but Hazel just told them to follow her and started to walk down the side alley chasing the energy. Cole and Terran caught up to Hazel, just as she turned down an alley Rachel and Gar already halfway down the alley.
Hazel smiled and ran forward, throwing her arms around Gar and squeezing him close, and he held her tight. Terran and Cole caught up a moment later, Terran taking Rachel's hand while she introduced Cole.
"How's your side?" Hazel asked, looking up at him, her hands ghosting over the spot Gar was shot.
"Fine now," Gar nodded. "How's your everything?"
"I'm fine," Hazel promised. She turned to Rachel, smiling softly. "What are you guys doing out here?"
Rachel looked over her shoulder and stammered slightly, "Dick is dying. I can feel it. Every time I think I find him it's a different dead body."
"I'm having the same problem the further we get into the city," Terran said in agreement.
"I can find him," Cole said, taking a step closer, "If someone lets me channel 'em."
"Can you channel us both?" Rachel questioned and Cole nodded softly. Cole walked ahead of the group, leading them out of the alleys and across empty streets. Cole turned them to the left and they walked through a large open garden square, the air chilled and quiet. They walked up the stairs, Cole stopping them before they reached the top of the stairs.
Hazel put her hand out in front of Cole and walked around him, staring out a body splayed on the floor. Rachel stepped next to her, her hands flying to cover her mouth. "Dick!" Rachel shouted. She and Hazel raced to Dick, dropping beside him as the others crowded around him.
"No, no, no, no," Hazel rambled, her shaky hands moving to press against the bloody wound in his neck. A green light spun around her hands as she tried to heal him but her power went nowhere. Rachel sobbed, her hands pressed against her mouth as she watched Hazel closely. Hazel shuddered as she took her hand back, "I can't heal him," Hazel muttered. Cole knelt next to her and took her bloody hand.
Gar's hands fisted his hair and he cried, shouting out in anguish. "No!" Rachel sobbed into her hands and Hazel let out a shaky breath, sitting on the concrete floor. Gar continued to tug on his hair, his anguished cries echoing through the night, the bats mimicking him. First just one back responding to Gar's call then hundreds of bats swarmed through the air, zipping between the others and back above their heads. The bats dipped closer to Gar and he wiped at his skin, the heels of his hands pressing to his eyes.
"Yo guys, Gar's doing something," Cole whispered, staring at the boy. The girls turned their eyes to Gar as his skin changed to a fury green, from the top of his head to the ends of his fingers. Gar's voice squeaked, fleshy wings connecting his fingers and his ears pointed out and up. Gar looked up at the others, his eyes mimicking the deep yellow of the bats, the fangs in his mouth expanding to match.
Hazel pushed herself up. "Gar?" Hazel muttered.
The bats flew closer and Gar suddenly shrunk with a squeak, shedding his clothes and transforming completely into a small green bat. The small bat flew into the air, flying alongside the other bats, swirling into a circle and starting to descend closer to the ground. The others quickly hopped up and took a few steps back, watching the bats fly down and attach themselves onto the Nightwing armour.
