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anyone else trying to cross the river? we should pool our resources.

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[ they will still need to earn trust. that is a reality. he can't change it because people are afraid of her.

people are always afraid. though dick is not: he has one fear. it drives him. ]

Cute.

[ a smile tugs. but he presses it down. he is all business right now. ]

If you can try it, I'll time you.

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[ she can't control their fear.
only her own.

wanda nods, feeling lighter — she's wanted to get this done with someone she feels won't betray her, to begin with. and she knows, somehow, he will not. ]

Two tests, if you will be so kind,

[ she says, backing up several paces and rubbing her hands together (not for warmth, but for sensation, for endorphins, for trust in herself and for banishment of the night), ]

...one with me alone. And one with you as my company.

[ her legs brace themselves apart, knees slightly bent, hands hovering at her sides. she peers at him for his consent or denial. ]

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Let's see you try on your own first. [ she can do what she says she can. but dick has never seen her ability. he would prefer to observe. to know what to expect.

he steps back. starting a mental timer. ]

[hext]

[ she licks her lips and actually laughs — her chest expands with it, she's excited, ]

Yes, of course, one thing at a time—

[ and then everything is silence, focus, and the smile on her face seems to soften into a deep, retreating memory... everything becomes small and clear and so lucid— from her hands, the faintest color: red, rich, scarlet filaments that glow faintly... were they anywhere else but this town, the glow would be stronger, fiercer, like dynamite spreading. the wafts of it spread and build and create a shape around her, and soon it isn't only coming from her fingertips, the palms of her hands—

soon enough it comes from her feet, her body, the very fibres of her hair. an entire sphere of softly glowing scarlet energy, the light so faint, not throwing itself like it should in any normal world, but the color is the same as her lantern, that much is certain.

wanda's eyes close as a feeling of relief washes over her when the sphere closes and finally lifts into the air — the weightlessness is so freeing, she should have tried this sooner, witness or no witness.

she opens them again to look down at dick as the energy field carries her higher, as she flies, nearing the tops of the trees surrounding their clearing. concentration lets the audio barrier down, and she beams at him, her hair gently floating around her, ]

I can't wait for you to try this.

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[ one mississippi. two mississippi. three and four. and on. he keeps count as he watches the spider like filaments spread out.

her ability is a matter of concentration. therein is the weakness. not different from taking down a green lantern. dick does not hope it won't come to that. he accepts the possibility. there is too much risk.

telekinesis and other unknowns. rachel was always so nervous and scared. ]

Having fun. [ he observes this dryly. she's showing off. this place affects powers, but dick has never had special abilities. he worked for everything he received. the adrenaline rush must be different. but he's been in the air with donna. and clark has taken him up up and away many times.

he has an idea of how to proceed. ]

I need to know the heaviest thing you've lifted. And for how long.