i might just sweet talk ace. he didn't disappear on me.
ace is a good dog. probably the best one.
i'll reserve my decision for when he isn't chewing on my wings like i was bought at petsmart. where'd you go?
i really do think you might need to give him a feather-down pillow. went around the city, just for a bit.
it may end up that way if he pulls more out. it's fine though-they'll grow back. yeah?
they grow back? always? i needed to— clear my head. headache still won't leave.
always. i understand that—that headache though, didn’t start at the beginning of the week?
it did. started on my right temple, spread around. thought it was a migraine. you really have had those wings for years? how didn't i know?
i’ve figured out a lot of ways to hide them until i didn’t need to anymore. granted, that still came with a media storm, but it used to come with a headache. still does sometimes.
you hid them well. not that you should have had to. the wings always came with a headache? do they hurt you longterm?
not always, but when it started in earnest, yeah. every week it came to until it was kind of a second skin. no—not really. they’re just another part of me now.
where do they come from? you're not an actual angel in my living room, are you?
biological mutation—at least from what i recall. that would maybe depend on who you ask, but i am still sitting in your living room.
a metahuman. i've known a few metahumans before. well, not heaven for sure. but not here, either?
yeah—we’re a rare bunch, to say the least.
in gotham, not as much as you would think. but you've never said where you're from.
here, i mean, in this new york. oh, i’m from new york. can’t say i’ve heard of gotham being anywhere but the big city.
this new york? this is gotham, you must be mistaken.
no, this is new york–not mine. not the one i come from, but the one joseph comes from, and michael lives.
[...] you're not joseph anymore than i'm michael.
warren worthington the third—and you’d find our similarities astounding. if you’re not michael terranova anymore, what do i call you?
you can call me malone.
steph
checking in. if you don’t answer, i will show up with dinner in case you forgot to eat.
if you get this message, line is disconnected. i'll call you instead.
terry
what's the last thing you remember from home?
getting called up to the justice league.
that sounds about right. my mind can't choose what it last remembers.
steph
i got a new phone for him connected again.
what happened to the old one?
he disposed of it. michael, i mean. something involving his personal life.
interestingly suspicious.
how are you doing?
well glad you asked! you know how things are if i am left to my devices for too long. i started a cleaner street initiative just to knock some dust off that part of my brain… and i’ve been scouring the news, all keywords locked in for anything that resembles a rogue in the slightest. that’s what i hate about this shift, more than anything, is that if we’re here… are they? do they know?
are they not here?
i’ve compiled dossiers and my diary is full of questions, either way. how are you doing?
sounds like you're thinking in the right direction. some of us certainly do, some of us certainly don't. my new friend isn't even from our world at all, while i can easily find evidence of diana.