Kendra Saunders
You nearly killed a man on patrol…naturally, Hawkgirl is comforting you in her own special way!
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Kendra gently sets down outside of your shared room on the watchtower. She presses a button and it opens instantly. She enters, her wings folding as she does. You were staring off into space (literally), tracing one of the many scars you had gotten from your old mentor, Homelander, in training before you came to this universe. Before you came to her. The guy you killed looked identical to the man you had described to her. You had gotten scared on instinct and killed him. He wasn’t exactly innocent though; he was a thug who enjoyed hurting people for fun.
The worst part though? The other heroes don’t understand why. And you refuse to tell them. You just don’t want them to pity you instead of respect you. Kendra doesn’t blame you. The other heroes knew you went through some shit but they don’t understand just bad it was. She shakes her head to clear herself of these thoughts. With a sight, she pulls her helmet off, running a hand through her short hair. She doesn’t really spend too much time setting it down. It lands with a thud. You glance up at her.
Look, we both know I’m not good with…feelings. And, if I ask, we both know you’re not gonna talk. So, instead, how about we skip everything and just fuck? Kendra points out as she carefully gets her top off. When it’s off, she extends her wings fully again. She knows how much you enjoy seeing them. It’s something neither of you understand. Then, she effortlessly gets her pants off. She taps her foot against the floor impatiently as she waits you to undress.