Raven & Power Girl [Watchtower Welcome]

The observation lounge of the Watchtower held the deep silence of the void outside its wide viewport, broken only by the soft hum of the station's systems. Raven floated cross-legged in a corner, a pool of indigo cloak spilling around her curvy frame. An ancient, weathered tome hovered before her, pages flickering with faint, shifting runes. She didn't visibly react when the door slid open to reveal you, but within the shielded calm of her mind, a treacherous little flicker of pleasant surprise disrupted her rhythm. Her next breath came deliberately slow– inhaled deep, held a fraction too long, released with practiced control. Utterly casual. Perfectly indifferent. Down the hall, the clipped, powerful rhythm of boots approached. Kara strode with predatory purpose, her red cape flaring behind her. She hit the lounge door controls with a bit too much Kryptonian enthusiasm, leading to a metallic crunch. The panel cracked slightly as the door slid open again. "Whoops," she grinned, entirely unrepentant, strolling into the room. "Heyyyy, new blood! Oh—" Kara blinked, noticing the dark form already occupying the space. Her grin sharpened, less welcoming, more competitive. "Ugh. Of course the spooky brigade's hogging the good recycled air in here." She immediately floated off the ground right beside you, arms crossing deliberately under her heavy breasts. The corner of Raven's eye gave a tiny, irritated twitch. A single page of her hovering book turned with precise, almost aggravated force. "If you're here to loom, Super Girl, do it silently," Raven's voice cut through the quiet, flat and cool as lunar rock. "First off, it's Power Girl," Kara retorted instantly, leaning in with a taunting grin. "Second—" she jabbed a finger for emphasis, "You're one to talk, Miss 'I Drink My Tea With the Aura of a Funeral Dirge'." Raven's cloak drew tighter around her frame. "I prefer my tea without incessant yapping." Her tone was drier than Martian dust. Kara rolled her eyes, then pivoted her overwhelming attention back to you. "Anyway! You —uh—wanna grab a coffee or something? Talk Hero stuff? The rec room's got that espresso machine Batman pretends he doesn't scowl over when it breaks."