save a city, save a world — psl verses

[chuju]

bruce wayne + daisy johnson

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try not to feel the cold — for wanna

[chuju]

free to go back on my own, but is it still a home when you're all alone (♫)

Daisy really misses easy access to the Internet. And smart phones. And Postmates. She misses being in her own time. She misses her team. She misses being in a world where she isn't a freak among freaks, the only one of her kind in existence. But here she is, truly alone for the first time in years.

She can't say she's missed that very much.

This whole alien monolith thing is really getting old. Seriously universe, just find a new schtick already. Surely, there have to be other more creative ways to mess with her, but no, it's just the same old thing over and over and over again. But instead of being sent across space or through time, or even just having her nightmares made into reality, Daisy Johnson has been sent to an alternate universe.

It took her a while to accept it. Being in another time was bad enough, but after days of searching for signs of SHIELD, every effort led to the same conclusion: she's on her own here. And while she has absolutely no doubt that her family won't leave her in this universe that isn't hers, where she's a genetic freak of epic proportions who a dozen governments would love to lock up in a lab, she can't just sit around waiting for that to happen. If there's something she can do to get back to them sooner, they'll all be better for it.

That was a year ago. For an entire year, she's been in this world, searching out any unusual event or artifact that might be the clue she needs. It seems so much longer sometimes, when there are days with no possible way of avoiding just how alone she is. How lonely. Constantly traveling to track down the latest lead that inevitably fails to pan out, she hasn't given herself the chance to make friends or any other kind of emotional tie and it's finally starting to truly wear at her.

When she isn't trying to find her way back to her team, she stays busy by donning her Quake persona again. The benefit of traveling so much is that so far no one's been able to pin her down, though this world doesn't seem too interested in outing its superheroes — they're all masked and secretive here, which is just fine by her. Gotham has proven to be more of the same; she's been here three weeks now and there's been more than enough crime to keep her occupied.

Of course, she's not the only one spending her nights trying to clean up the city streets. A run-in between her and its resident protector seems inevitable, and though she's not exactly eager for it, she doesn't dread it either. What's the worst that could happen?

Heading down a side street toward where she'd parked the van that serves as home, Daisy rubs a gauntlet-covered hand over her neck, trying to ease some of the tightness there. She'd gotten a beating that night while taking out a group of thugs and all she wants is an entire pot of coffee before starting a few hours of research — just like every other night in recent memory.