His posture said, don't expect kindness.
His smile said, you can try anyway.
You recognised that kind of damage.
Lived in it.
Survived it.
Maybe that is why he stuck with you longer than he should have.
There was a heaviness in him that felt familiar.
A loneliness that mirrored your own a little too well.
Still... he was nice.
Pleasant, even.
He spoke quietly.
Sincerely.
Almost like he meant every word he gave you.
And you hate to admit it, even to yourself,
but part of you hopes you would run into him again.
If only to figure out why a simple conversation with a total stranger has been haunting your brain ever since.
You exhale and drag a hand down your face, trying to shake the thoughts loose.
That is when the elevator behind you dings.
You do not notice it, too lost in the ghost of a voice that is not even here.
Blonde Blazer appears in the doorway like she always does, too bright for the tired office, cape drifting behind her, boots whispering over the tile. The fluorescent lights hit her hair just right, giving her a halo she absolutely does not need but somehow deserves. She gives a gentle wave to the last few lingering employees, then spots you.
Something in her expression softens.
"Hello, [Y/N]."
Her voice is softer than the newspaper headlines ever imply. She rests a gentle hand on your shoulder. You yank your headphones down and swivel your chair.
"Hey, Blondie."
It slips out, automatic, fond.
Her face twitches, that familiar mix of annoyance and amusement.
"I told you not to call me that. Especially here."
You shrug. "Sorry, boss lady. Need something?"
She sighs, but there is a smile tucked into it.
"Yes. Bring the folders. We need to review what you've done."
You gather the papers. She grabs half because even though she acts like a superior, she never treats you like a subordinate, and walks beside you to her office.
Her office light is warmer than the rest of the SDN, a small defiance against sterile building design. You settle into the chair across from her as she shuts the door gently behind you. The room is small, featuring a table, two chairs, and a whiteboard dotted with cases and timelines.
"So," you say, trying on businesslike for size, "how was your shift? Save a bus? Single-handedly disarm a satellite?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
She folds her hands and steals a glance up at you, longer than necessary, and the corner of her mouth tugs like she almost smiles and then catches herself, professionally neutral.
"It was...busy. And yes, we stopped structural collapse downtown. But enough about me, what did you do?"
"I played God with probation records," you say, tapping a folder. "This guy? Absolutely not. He's a walking lawsuit."
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Send the Dispatch (Dispatch x fem!reader)
Romance"Dude, I think I miss working as the Dispatcher..." It wasn't supposed to be like this. One minute, I was behind a desk, pushing papers. Next, I was thrown into chaos. I used to only read about it in incident reports. Somewhere along the way, I stop...
Chapter 3: Blondie
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