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At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.

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There was a grin for a tone.

"What's in Metropolis?"

"A much larger community of people who can't stand up for themselves like the farm people can," Dinah explains. "I like to keep track of the cirme rates there, help out a taxed police force."

Her green eyes widened, but she looked more comforted than surprised.

"Then there are still cities." It made other things make much more sense. There was a thankfulness that the voices weren't echoes.

"Is it safe to visit places?"

"It depends who you are," Dinah admits. "And where you want to visit. Metropolis, for some reason in this world is in Kansas, which is in the safe zone and has become a refuge."

"There's no Metropolis in the Kansas where I'm from either," Jean commented. "What kind of city is it?"

"Right," Dinah agrees. "It should be in Jersey." With all the important cities.

"It's suffered from the events, but where hasn't? Still holding together. Police are strained, crime is high, but most people are still trying to live a normal life. It's not turned into a Gotham or a Blüdhaven or anything."

More cities. More names. More possible potential places to visit.(Or research.)

"And the cities out the perimeter?"

"Mostly flattened," Dinah says, gaze turning down. "Not very many survivors."

A world of death and monsters.

It felt wrong to remember half-joking about it not being a horror movie now.

"Then we get to the ones who arrive as quickly as possible, so nothing else can."

"Right," Dinah says. "That's the plan.

"Well, that and helping to keep the sanctuary we have an amenable place."

Jean thought about it. It was bleaker, but not less hopeful.

"And the perimeter? It doesn't have any problems?"

"No," Dinah says. "It doesn't work like that. The safe zone is just where there aren't portals opening. you can still enter through mundane means, and I don't think anyone's thought about defenses on that scale."

Dinah's not sure she likes the idea.

Jean's sure she doesn't either.

"What do people get trained expecting to face?"

"Everything," Dinah says. "Anything. I don't really plan out what we're going to get attacked by."

"How true." Jean's lips turned upward in amusement at the words. It sounded more and more like home, even with it being entirely different scenery for the foundation of it.

"I'll join in starting tomorrow."

"Glad to have you."

And because it hadn't been said yet, "I'm Dinah."

"Jean." She nodded and offered her hand. "New, but settling in well."

"Babs mentioned you," Dinah confirms, and her smile widens. "If you ever want to go train somewhere more private..."

There isn't a shift in her expression, either toward a smile or a frown. There is a a small, singular, nod of her head at the offer.

"I would not be against that in addition, but I have to admit I have missed working around people."

Sleepy absence of the grave. The solitary warmth of the White Hot Room.

"I'd insist on that anyway," Dinah says. "If you're going to fight alongside people, you should train alongside them."

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