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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."
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Max felt a low level of panic rise in her chest as Willow ordered her to leave with a stranger and then pushed her towards the door, letting go of her hand. Max wanted to turn, to protest, but realized how childish that would be so she pushed herself forward hearing Willow's footsteps recede behind her. She took a deep breath and willed all of her emotions beneath the same confident mask she wore when she first met Willow in the bar as Spectre.
It wasn't difficult to find the man Willow described. He was right in front of the door. His attention was down at his phone as he seemed to absently be scrolling. Max walked up, stood with her arms crossed, and cleared her throat. "Are you Spectre's friend?" She asked. She wasn't sure how many of Willow's friends knew who she was so she figured it would be safest to call her by her villain alias. If they were going somewhere safe, it was likely from those kinds of friends than those she worked with as Willow. When she got his confirmation she replied with her own codename. "I'm Banshee."
Then she climbed into the backseat of the car and watched the building. After about three minutes, Max felt worry work its way through her again. "Come on, Willow," she mouthed. Then the woman came running out of the building and practically dove into the front seat. The look of relief on her face and the sound of her laugh made Max relax. Everything was okay. "Glad you're back."
Well... Not really. Her best friend was... and Max hadn't been there to save her or stop her. She wasn't even sure how long ago it happened, but what if she had patrolled last night? Could she have stopped it? It had to have happened recently considering there wasn't the smell of decay. Only of blood. And the door was locked and her keys were missing from the table. It either meant the person left through the window and down the fire escape and she had just misplaced her keys, or they took the keys and left through the front door. Either way, Dinah was gone. And what if Max was next? Maybe Willow was right to be worried about everything.
As they drove to wherever she was going, Max watched the city pass by and remembered the times she had with Dinah in the different places they went. Coffee at the cafe. Dollar movie night at the theatre. Her first drunken experience at Fragrance the LGBT bar downtown. Max felt her lips curl up in a smile as a tear dropped silently from her eye and rolled down her cheek. That had been an experience. She had made out with a couple different girls, had dollars tucked into her bra as she danced, and nearly went home with a stranger. She woke up sick as a dog the day after and decided to never drink again. Dinah had been there the entire time and stopped her from doing anything too stupid. In fact, she was there to hold Max's hair back when she was sick and made sure she had enough to eat. She did make enough noise to solidify her stance on alcohol. Then there was the time she helped Max get a job at the bar she performed at. Dinners at the 50s diner down the street. Late nights studying for her Medical Tech certification. When her ability presented itself, when they first became friends, and she trained Max. Taught her all she knew. All of it happened and would never happen again... The more tears fell, the lighter she felt and the less she felt. Eventually, she felt nothing at all.