It was unfortunate, she thought, that disappearing wasn't one of her powers.
Even in civilian clothes she didn't blend. And even if she could somehow pass as an Earthling, where would she go? The other side of the planet? The north pole? Or, if not, back to Tamaran? Where her sister sat on the throne? Where her people had abandoned her? Out into some far reach of space? Never to see any reminder of Earth or, more importantly, Dick ever again?
This thought had occurred to her. It certainly had. But leaving Earth meant leaving him. She couldn't bring herself to do that. She could bring herself to leave that wretched city. That wretched ugly city that had taken her future away. That disgusting, filth-ridden, vile city. The kids can have it. The new Titans can have it. I don't want it anymore.
Vic and Gar had helped in the aftermath. She was thankful to them. Embraced them tightly. They talked late into the night about Dick and their old adventures, but at the end of every story she could see a light in them. She could see the life in her friends. Kori could see no life in herself. Not right now, anyway. She asked Vic if he could help her buy a car. He would've asked why a flying alien needed something as mundane as a car, but it was understood. Without any joy she couldn't fly.
He didn't buy her one. He built her one. A custom job from tread to roof. That glossy purple she loved so much. Little green lights on the dials. She demanded that he change the color to something more ordinary. He didn't understand. This was Kori, not Batman. Since when was blending in a concern?
"Change it, please." Those huge green eyes, usually so joyful, showed something deeper and darker.
And so he did. He repainted the exterior white. He reupholstered the interior to a neutral brown. Nothing about the car gave any indication that it would be driven by the great Starfire. That was how she wanted it.
She left soon after that without a word.