WITH THE LIGHTS OUT
CHAPTER 13
Rick
He's aware of how insane this is. He's sitting in the kitchen with half the objects in the room levitating a couple of feet off the ground and he hasn't got his gun. The power is incredible – so potent he can practically feel it, like an electrical charge running through the air. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He knows, practically, that he could die. He knows he should at the very least let go of June's hand so that she can concentrate, but he can't make himself do it.
He has never been so vulnerable in his life. His survival instinct, which has taken him through eighteen years in the army, seems to have shut down. All the training he has ever had is rendered useless: he couldn't defend himself even if he wanted to. By choice – by choosing June – he has left himself at her mercy; completely helpless.
He reaches forwards and clutches her hand between both of his so tightly he's worried he'll hurt her, but nothing seems to bring her out of her trance. The pages of her research hang eerily still about them – a freeze-frame of an explosion of paper. June's eyes are shut tight, as if she's thinking hard about something. Every now and then a twitch of emotion crosses her face – pain, amazement. He desperately wants to drag her away from whatever she's seeing; wishes he'd never agreed to this at all. Every time he looks at her he's reminded of storming into her apartment and finding her lying naked in that grave of water – her eyes blue and utterly empty with shock. Rick grits his teeth, forcing himself to put aside his emotions for the bigger picture. He knows that, in the grand scheme of things, she has to do this.
June whimpers quietly, and Rick swallows down the impulse to call out her name. He's so tense the tendons on his arms are standing out of the muscle. Fuck, he wishes this would be over soon.
June's fingers twitch in his and her brows furrow slightly. Her eyes are flickering erratically beneath her lids and he wonders what she's seeing – whether, at any minute, the Enchantress will take over her body. He holds onto June a little harder.
Abruptly and without warning, June's eyes fly open – wide and devastatingly lucid. The objects suspended in mid-air fall to the ground automatically; a plate shatters on the floor. June takes a big, gulping breath and Rick shoots out of his seat to crouch in front of her, his eyes rapidly scanning her face for any sign of pain or hurt.
"What happened?!" he snaps – stress turns his voice harsh as he watches her take in deep, shuddering breaths. Really, he doesn't care what she saw. All he can see in his minds-eye is himself lifting her lifeless body out of that pool. He just needs her to talk; to know that she's OK. "June?!" he pushes.
"I –" Her gaze darts around the kitchen as she rapidly takes in her surroundings. He tries to wait patiently for her to her to adjust and register where she is, but it takes all of his self-control not to shake her. Finally her eyes fall on his face and his stomach sickens - her expression is nothing that he would have expected. Her eyes are wide – stunned – her face slack with amazement. There is something close to joy on her features.
Panicking, he takes her other hand urgently and rubs his thumb across her skin. He tells himself that she is not back yet - that this is some residual emotion from the memory. "June?"
She looks at him excitedly. "I was wrong."
"What?" his heart thumps in his chest. What was wrong with her? She wasn't making any sense. "June, c'mon."
"…She cured them all…I thought her powers were destructive. But they're not. There was a plague and she saved everyone in the city. Hundreds of people, Rick." Her voice is earnest – she still looks vaguely stunned, as if someone's recently hit her over the back of the head.
Comprehension suddenly floods through him. He stands, drawing her up with him and grabs her shoulders, crouching slightly to look her in the eye. "June, you don't seriously think you've got the cure to cancer or…whatever inside of you?..." he asks, incredulously. "It's inhabiting you! It's using your body and it's weird and creepy and we're getting it the hell out of you!" He breaks off, realising that he's speaking too loudly. When she doesn't respond, he swallows. "….Right?"
He hates how it's now a question. His nails bite into her shoulders; he knows his grip is too tight, but he needs to know that she understands this. "June, it's using you. It's lying. And it's going to show you whatever it takes to stay alive…You can't let it get to you!"
"Rick, I know what I saw –"
He shakes his head in disbelief. "C'mon, you're smarter than that. I know you are."
June is quiet for a moment and looks off to the side, the slightly manic gleam in her eyes fading. He loosens his grip – relieved that he's finally getting through to her. "…we both know what she's capable of…" June whispers. "Why isn't she capable of this?"
"It's not a she, it's an it. And 'it' is evil."
"She's a person," June insists. "And she's capable of good."
He bites down on his lip hard. Her idealism and drive is what made him curious about her in the first place. It's her greatest strength – but he's beginning to realise it's also her blind-spot. Her weak point. She doesn't see the darkness like he does.
"What happened?" he asks her, finally. "Just a couple'a hours ago you were telling me she could destroy a civilization."
"It was a theory."
"But you owe it to the people around you to investigate that, right? If there's just a 1% chance that this thing can kill, we need to take it as an absolute certainty."
June licks her lips and raises her eyes to his. The euphoria has long since slid from her face and he allows himself to relax. "…I know," she admits.
He gives out an imperceptible sigh of relief and drops his hands from her shoulders. "Good."
She wraps her arms around herself and glances about the kitchen at the collateral damage. "Are you alright?" she asks, her voice barely louder than a murmur as she takes in the mess.
He scoffs slightly. It wasn't him she needed to worry about. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She nods to herself, quiet. To his frustration, he can see that she's still hesitant and preoccupied. Despite all his persuasion, she's not completely with him. She still believes in whatever messed up crap that thing is showing her and he knows there's nothing he can say to bring her round. It's in her nature, no matter how much bad she is shown, to cling to the one tiny sun ray of good, no matter how small.
Or maybe it was self-deception. Maybe she couldn't let herself believe that there was a killer inside of her – perhaps the lie was easier to believe than the truth.
He helps her tidy up the kitchen and watches as she slowly heads to her bedroom by herself. He takes a split second to deliberate.
"What are you doing!?" June yells, yanking the covers up to her chin as he settles next to her on the bed a little later.
He pillows his head on his arm, stretching out completely. June's bed is a lot comfier than his single. "Protecting you," he mutters, tiredly.
He can feel her body, rigid and small next to his. He cracks one eye open to look at her – she's staring at him wide-eyed and horrified. He allows his lips to quirk. "I don't trust it," he explains. Though June couldn't see the truth, it was manipulating her. Using her. He wasn't so easily fooled; he wasn't going to let her out of his sight – even in sleep.
She huffs out a breath, but doesn't protest any further – simply leans over and turns her bedside lamp off, plunging them into darkness. The only light is the ghostly grey of the moon that causes her thin, white curtains to glow.
He feels her shift onto her side and turn to face him. "Rick?" she asks.
He makes a sleepy sound in the back of his throat.
"We're still a team, right?"
He smiles to himself at that. "Yeah, June. We're good."
She nods. Her head is close enough that he can feel her warm breath on his shoulder. "Good," she whispers.
The next morning, he drives her over to the army base to meet Amanda Waller for the second time.
It's warm, despite the over-cast skies, and they crank the windows on the car down to invite in a cool wind. The humidity is leaving Rick uncomfortably sweaty, and he shifts in his seat slightly as they speed down the freeway.
"You alright there?" he asks, noticing that June is similarly fidgety. She's jumping her knee up and down distractedly, chewing on her lower lip.
"Huh?" she turns to look at him and his heart clenches momentarily. Her face is so open – honest. He can see the faint scatter of freckles across her nose and remembers what it had been like to wake up and look down at her delicate frame curled up against his side; her breathing so light and gentle you could barely hear her. What he has said registers in her mind and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh – yeah – I'm okay. Just bored of being cooped up, you know? I feel like all I do is sit in cars and offices and interrogation rooms. And when I am outside, I'm always being watched. It's driving me insane."
He nods. He knows exactly what she means; the feeling of claustrophobia even when you were out in broad daylight. The sensation of vulnerability. He'd learnt to live with it after spending years in a constant warzone where stepping on a landmine or being hit by a sniper was a daily hazard, but to June this was all new.
"We could, er, go out tomorrow, if you wanted?" He glances at her, trying to gauge her reaction – unsure as he gently feels out this new territory. "Go for a hike or whatever."
Her Cheshire-cat grin stretches from ear to ear. "Really?"
He shrugs, returning his eyes to the road and doing his best to act nonchalant. "Where d'you want to go?"
"I know a place," she replies, simply – and when he looks at her, her eyes crinkly teasingly. "You'll see."
"I ain't a fan of surprises."
She rolls her eyes. "You'll like this one." He opens his mouth to protest and June laughs. "Jeez, Rick, it's just a walk! Have a little faith."
Again, he has a brief flash of memory from that morning – the sunlight streaming in through the window bright and clear. June's puffy, tired eyes and sleepy grin; the way she'd nestled further into him and murmured "just a few more minutes." He shuts his mouth and relinquishes control for once in his life. "Fine."
They arrive at the base and are waved past the first checkpoint after Rick and June's ID's are thoroughly checked. Somehow, in the few days since they have occupied the place, A.R.G.U.S have managed to paint their logo on the central building. Kind of like a dog peeing to mark its territory, Rick thinks to himself dryly. He pulls into a free parking space and twists the keys in the ignition.
"You sure you want to do this?" he triple-checks with June. "'cause there's a lot that could go wrong here."
He watches her twist her fingers in her lap. Though she'd never admit to it verbally, she can't hide the way it's written across her face: she's scared. "I know," June replies, quietly. She looks up at him and shrugs in a 'but-what-else-can-we-do?' kind of gesture.
He nods mutely back and walks round to hold the door for the car open for her.
The general idea was to distract Waller with Enchantress's abilities to…distract her from June's research into the true extent of her abilities. It was messy, with a lot of unpredictable variables. Hell, it could barely be called a 'plan': more of a hasty covering of tracks. A lot of this hinged upon the Enchantress herself, and though June had somehow managed to convince herself that the thing was now an advocate of world peace, he wasn't convinced.
Upon reflection, however, Rick has to admit that its better June let the Enchantress out when they're in a specialized facility surrounded by trained soldiers than in their tiny bungalow in a suburban neighbourhood.
June hovers close to his side as they are assured into a lift by a man in a crisp suit of navy-blue and the now all-too familiar lanyard round his neck. He punches the button for the bottom floor, and they are led down a corridor of converted offices. Waller was like a cuckoo – invading nests with her own people and then moving on just a few months later, taking what was offered, manipulating to obtain what wasn't. It shouldn't surprise Rick that she is already stood waiting for them in a small concrete room which hasn't got so much as a chair. Remembering too-late how she had attempted to exploit his sympathy for June, Rick attempts to unstick himself from her side – placing as much space between them as possible when they walk through the door. He tries to act business-like – aloof – and June looks round in bewilderment when she finds herself standing alone in the center of the room. Instead of standing next to June, Rick plants himself firmly by the door – hating himself just a little bit when he sees her hesitantly walk in front of Waller. He should be with her – she needs the support. But emotional support wasn't in his job description.
The concrete room is making him feel antsy. It has no windows – no furniture – and there is only Waller. Surely they should be in some kind of office.
June fidgets slightly under Waller's calm, hooded gaze. "So –" Waller says, interlacing her fingers. "What can I do for you, Miss Moone?"
To her credit, June seems to have cottoned on pretty fast. She doesn't so much as glance at Rick. She bites on her lip – clearly unsure of what to say as Waller hands the initiative over to her. "I had another memory last night that I thought you should know about…" June fumbles, trying to get her words in order – attempting to dangle her bait in a convincing and persuasive way without letting on that that is what she was doing. "You – er – should bear in mind that we are talking about 700 B.C., here –" she starts. "And all the medical advances we have made in the twenty-first century don't even…compare to this…don't even come close…I saw her - Dzmor - heal an entire city of people of the plague within a minute. It was incredible. It wasn't like anything I'd ever seen before - Superman…he doesn't come close to being as useful to society as she could be. Epidemics – famine – hunger –"
"Whoa there girl," Waller breaks in, levelly. She glances at Rick. There is no trace of amazement on her face – none of the excitement showing that June clearly feels. He can see that, like him, she doesn't buy it. "I'm a lady of simple tastes. Cutting off electricity – moving objects – those are skills that are useful to me. A.R.G.U.S doesn't need Mother Teresa."
June's eyes widen in disgust. "You're kidding?"
"No," Waller replies. "And I'll remind you that you aren't the person in this room who has invested thousands of dollars in this project, Doctor Moone. If you had raised the monies yourself, you would be the person deciding what happens here and how the Enchantress's powers are put to use. But you haven't, so you're not. You're a host. A vessel – nothing more."
June takes a step back, her face white. Rick forces himself to stay in place, even though he can tell June is seconds from walking out of the door. "This is my body!" she blusters, colour rising in her face – her voice high with disbelief.
Waller clasps her hands in front of her and nods towards the door. As calm as June is irate. "There's the exit. Feel free to walk away now. We will withdraw all our financial and military aid and you can live your life…right up until you accidentally kill innocent civilians and we arrest you. It is your body, Miss Moone - but can you say with confidence that you're the one in control of it right now?"
Rick's hands ball into fists with the strain of not talking. June's back is rigid, her face a furious red. Don't be stupid, June, he thinks, willing her to back down.
In her own way, Waller was talking sense. June couldn't afford to walk away now – she was in too deep. He remembers the power he had witnessed last night. The problem was, June didn't want to see or admit to the blinding truth: she wasn't in control and she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't hurt anybody. But he now knew her well enough to know that the more she was backed into a corner, the more she would fight to get out…Waller didn't realise how dangerous it was to box her up and contain her like this. The only thing that was keeping June herself in check right now was the vague threat of civilian harm – and judging by her agitation, that wouldn't work for much longer.
He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek and watches as June slowly relaxes. Waller smiles, satisfied.
"I'd like to speak to her in person – the Enchantress," she says, pulling at the cuffs of her suit calmly as if she can't sense the thick tension in the room. "Will she be able to understand me?"
"She's…learning…" June admits, begrudgingly – colour returning to her cheeks. "She speaks to me in a kind of broken English."
"Good."
Waller looks at her expectantly and June presses her lips together angrily, her eyes darting around the cell-like room. "Now?" she asks, snidely.
"I have an important meeting at twelve." Waller replies, without a trace of irony.
"You're…not going to leave the room?" June asks, clearly remembering the last time she had been locked in a cell with Amanda Waller. Rick has his doubts as well, remembering the magic he had witnessed last night. What was to stop the Enchantress from simply slaughtering him and Waller the moment she took control of June's body?
Waller glances at him. "I'm assuming you have a weapon, Colonel?" He jaw clenches, but he nods in the affirmative. He deliberately does not look at June as he withdraws his Glock from its holster. June knows – she has to know he would never shoot her. Waller looks back at June, smiling. "Then we are good to go."
June shoots her a glare, but takes a deep breath. Rick watches as she tries to forcibly relax every muscle in her body – attempting to ignore everyone else in the room. She exhales slowly and then whispers – "Enchantress."
Despite the raw, bright LED lights above their heads, everything seems to darken. Rick watches June change into the witch for the first time.
It's like a light switch. The youthful, bright girl in front of him becomes something less-than-human. Or more than human. He can't decide. It looks like her – and that's somehow the worst part. Her eyes are larger and darker – her body more languid with no trace of June's characteristic self-consciousness. June's clothes have disappeared and only metal chains and strips of cloth strategically cover her filthy skin. There's something disconcertingly animalistic about her – wild. She couldn't be further from June – and yet…
Amanda Waller shifts imperceptibly. The witch looks at her – and then her eyes land on Rick.
Where June had done her best to ignore Rick, the Enchantress walks directly towards him. He stiffens as she approaches but refuses to back down – his lips curling into a sneer. He wants her to know he doesn't trust her. He wants her to know that he won't be easy to manipulate – that this is one guy she's not going to be able to mess with.
She stretches her hand out and lies it flat against his chest.
He hisses sharply at her touch. He knows she can feel his heartbeat – strong and fast – beneath her fingertips.
"The…soldier…" She's breathing heavily through her mouth, as if to taste the very oxygen in the air. Her dark eyes search his – her head moving as if to examine him from every angle, snake-like. He forces himself to meet her gaze; his disgust evident. Just being close to it, he can feel the witch's power – but she has nothing on June's strength. Her passion. This was just a body-snatcher who didn't deserve to imitate June's form.
"Enchantress?"
Waller speaks, and the witch turns – trailing a finger down Rick's chest as she does so. He grits his teeth.
She stares at the director of A.R.G.U.S with her big, lamp-like eyes. Any other person would have been uncomfortable – Amanda Waller barely bats an eyelid, though Rick knows for a fact that even she hasn't seen anything this freaky. Superman, at least, had been a little easier on the eyes.
"My name is Amanda Waller. I specialize in liaising with meta-humans such as yourself."
The Enchantress threads her fingers through the chain hanging from her throat. "Meta…humans?"
"Enhanced individuals capable of doing incredible things." Waller withdraws her phone from her inside jacket pocket and presses play on a video. It shows Superman flying over a city. "Like him."
Rick's not 100% sure the witch actually understands what she's seeing – or if she knows what a video is or how a mobile phone works.
"What can you do?" Waller challenges – raising her chin. "Because if you're capable of half this man was…I'd be very interested."
The Enchantress doesn't move her eyes from the screen, but the phone itself begins to gradually levitate into the air. "I can do almost everything."
Waller raises an eyebrow. "That's a pretty big claim."
Without touching it, the video changes to a clip of the President's inauguration speech. "What is this?"
"Democracy."
The video changes again to reveal people protesting peacefully in the streets. Foreign aid participating in a search and rescue after an earthquake. An earth to air missile knocking a civilian aircraft out the sky. A world map showing a network of electricity. Waller examines the Enchantress as she watches evidence of the modern world – carefully evaluating each reaction. Rick narrows his eyes, trying to detect any trace of resentment or fear…but all he can see on the witch's face is interest.
"Flag," Waller says, beckoning for him to leave the room with her. She looks at the witch. "We'll be a moment."
The Enchantress watches them distrustfully before lowering her head to examine the phone in her hands once more.
Waller leads Rick out the cell-like room and back down the corridor until they reach another door, which she opens. Rick blinks, trying to adjust his eyes quickly to the white glare from various computer screens within the dark room. Across one wall are a bank of TV screens covering an impossible number of angles of the Enchantress. The small amount of floor space is crammed with desks. There are too many people in the room – some watching the screens intently, others talking quietly and hurriedly amongst themselves. Though most of them are clearly scientists, Rick can also detect a few military uniforms. It feels like the Wizard of Oz, the curtain finally drawn back to expose the workings behind the face. He feels as if he is seeing A.R.G.U.S as it really is for the first time.
Waller leads Rick up to the front of the room where he recognises June's colleague, Melissa. She's busy scribbling notes down on a clipboard at a hundred miles an hour, snapping at a stuttering intern to zoom in on the various tattoo and markings on the Enchantress's skin.
"Hey there," she greets, not looking up at him as she leafs through print-outs of drawings found in the temple, trying to match them up with what she is seeing on the screen. She glances at Rick's face, then at the witch. "Not a fan, huh?" she guesses, taking in his expression.
He grunts sourly. "You?"
"It's cool. Freaky – but cool. You ever seen anything like this in your line of work?"
He looks at the witch, her black magic moving eerily about her. It's not so much about the way she looks – Rick's seen meta-humans with skin that can change to ice…it's the unsettling sense of 'other-worldliness', like he's looking at an alien. Not only is he getting the sense that this thing is crazy-old, but that there's also something…demonic about it. Evil. "No," he says, eventually. "Never."
Melissa nods. "Yeah, me neither."
Waller strides to the front of the room to address her small army of staff – predictably all-business as usual. There is none of the excitement in her voice that Rick can hear in the other scientist's. "This is the Enchantress," she explains, her tone curt. "She's two-thousand years old and unlike any meta-human A.R.G.U.S. has seen before. Her abilities don't manifest themselves on a biological level. We can't pick anything up when we run tests, but make no mistake – this girl's magic." She points up at the screens, to where the witch is now breaking apart the phone into its different components without so much as touching it. "Communication might be tricky. She doesn't understand out world and she doesn't know much English. You all have three priorities, in the following order:" She holds up one finger and looks significantly at Rick, conveying in no uncertain terms that he is a part of this whether he wants to be or not. "Priority Number One: What does she want? Priority Number Two: How strong is she? Priority Number Three –" Waller holds up a third finger – "What are her weaknesses?...I do not want any surprises here. I do not want any accidents, mistakes or slip-ups. Am I clear?"
There is a murmur of ascent through the room.
Rick shakes his head to himself and Melissa catches his expression. "You alright?" she asks.
"This is sick," he mutters, through gritted teeth.
"It's necessary – we both know how dangerous this witch could be –"
" – I don't mean – I don't care about –" Rick snaps, before breaking off, rubbing a hand down his face before pointing at the monitors. "That's June. That's her body! And none of these assholes see it. None of them care about her. They just care about this…this thing. I thought the whole point of this was that we were trying to get it out of her body?"
Melissa rolls her eyes, apparently unconcerned as she draws her dark hair over one shoulder. "Come on, you're the one that works for A.R.G.U.S – that is so unbearably naïve. You really think they got wind of this thing and were on board with sending it back where it came from?"
"They agreed to help her," he returns, stubbornly.
"They agreed to help her so that they could find out how to control it."
He glares at her. He thought that Melissa Rodriguez would be the one other person in the room who would be looking out for June, too. "Don't give me that look," she snaps at him, in exasperation, placing a hand on her hip. "What does June think? You can't honestly tell me she's not a little bit curious?"
He riles up defensively. "You don't know what she's been through."
It's not a straight answer, and Melissa knows it. She looks vaguely smug before she tries to placate him. "Alright, alright. Just calm down cowboy. I promise I'm here to help her, too. And the best way to do that…" she gestures to the screen with her pen, "…is to understand Dzmor as best we can."
He knows that she's right, he just doesn't like the way they're all going about it. He hovers for the next hour, determined to be there for June when she returns to her body. After a while of making hasty sketches and writing down notes, Melissa says with faux casualness as she looks down at her clipboard: "By the way, if you asked June out, she'd hundred-percent say yes."
He bites down on the inside of his cheek, squinting at her. "Not exactly great timing," he comments, looking pointedly at the screens. "She's got a two-thousand year old witch inside her."
A smile tugs at Melissa's lips that he hasn't out-right rejected the idea. "What? Guy like you not tough enough to handle it?"
He makes a sound in the back of his throat and she smirks. Deciding that he's hand enough, Rick steps over to Waller. "Alrigh'," he says, his tone blunt. "You've had an hour. You've had your fun. Let me take her home."
Waller, who had been bent over a scientists shoulder as he attempted to show her something on his computer monitor, straightens. She turns her eyes on him - steely and unblinking. "Flag, we are not close to being done."
"Today you are," he replies, forcefully. He wasn't about to say it out loud, but he worried that if June let the Enchantress have too much control, it might become easier for her to take over in the future without invitation. June had spent all of last night inviting her in, and then most of today as well. She needed a break to just be her.
They both stare at one another for one, long moment before Waller relents. "Fine. But she comes back this day every week for assessment."
"C'mon, she's just a girl –"
"And she knows what she signed up for," Waller cuts in, impatiently. "Don't let sentimentality get in the way of what needs to be done here." She leads him back through to the cell and when she pushes open the door - as if she has sensed them coming – June is once again standing in the center of the room. Her clothes are unrumpled; only her expression gives away what has happened and the way her hands anxiously twist together in front of her.
"I'm impressed, Miss Moone," Waller says, smoothly, as she ushers Rick into the room. "Not everyone is wired to withstand what you have. You've got a lot of nerve."
It's the first time Rick has heard Waller explicitly compliment June out loud, without any trace of irony or sarcasm. He wonders if it's her way of throwing a dog a treat when it performs a trick she wants.
Upon seeing him, June reflexively takes a jerky step forwards – as if she's about to launch herself into his arms – but she catches herself just in time.
"Ready to go home?" Rick asks her, about the most affectionate thing he can say right now.
She nods, walking quickly to his side – standing too close to him – but he doesn't have the heart to move away. Waller's eyes flit between him and June.
Fuck it, Rick thinks, momentarily abandoning caution and placing a reassuring hand on the small of June's back, where he can feel her shaking slightly. His answering gaze to Waller's is tense and challenging, as if daring her to make a comment.
"How did I do?" June asks him, as they're led back into the lift by a guard. Both of them can't wait to get above ground and into open air.
"You did good," he exhales, relishing in the feeling of her standing close to him. He needs her there just as must as she does. "Do you remember anything?" he asks, tentatively.
June presses her lips together and steps a little closer into his chest as the lift doors slide open with a metallic grating sound. The fingers of her left hand clutch at his shirt. "No," she whispers. "Nothing."
A/N This is one of my favourite chapters I've written in a while. I love writing about how A.R.G.U.S react to the Enchantress - and it's interesting to explore the concept of magic within the DC universe when (I presume) they haven't come across it before. Waller and Rick have dealt with so many meta-human's - but nothing like the Enchantress, which is why I'm writing it from a sort of 'alien entity' concept.
Also - Rick and June sleeping in the same bed! Rick and June hiking together! What do you think of their chemistry/relationship so far? Is June still realistic?
Please remember to review!
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