It’s well past midnight by the time Gwens’s heading home, her body aching from a full days fighting. She swings through the city streets, sneaking down alleys and jumping from rooftops, each movement reminding her of the bruises and scrapes hidden beneath her suit. Despite the exhaustion, a familiar warmth pushes her forward; the thought of Luna waiting for her back home, likely anxious, worried, even though Gwen promised her she’d be careful.

As she reaches the window to her apartment, Gwen sees Lunas silhouette pacing the room. When she hears the soft tap on the glass, Luna jumps up and rushes to open it, her face flooding with relief as soon as Gwen’s standing in front of her