“Who the Hell are you?” comes the voice - demanding, growling…shaking.
“I’m the Justice you can’t run from,” her voice is strong, self-assured…threatening.
I am Dinah Laurel Lance, she thinks.
Her heart pounds, her vision clouds, the world seems to turn entirely black, and Laurel’s not entirely sure that it doesn’t. Black like the night sky, black she’s not convinced her heart isn’t. Black like drying ink on claims and briefs. Black like her costume...like her predecessor’s.
Let them hear the Black damn Canary.
Felicity worriedly shakes Laurel awake.
"Shhh, Laurel, you're safe here," comes her soothing voice.