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[Days 1-5]
Shayera wakes up as Shayera Curtiss, freaks out about her wings, and does her level best to pretend to be someone she's not. She makes several 'unscheduled' stops that the socialite Shayera Curtiss never would.

She goes to the jail, she goes to the insane asylum, and she spends a considerable amount of time in Lowtown.

[Day 6]
Shayera's 'husband' has finally had enough. Shayera can blend in well enough, she's been trained as a spy: She is an excellent spy. However this particular period of time has extreme challenges for her, and she's not a very good housewife. She will put up a surprisingly good fight, but eventually be committed to the asylum.

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[Lowtown is where it's at. It's not because it reminds him of home—even the worst areas of Luceti were still nicer than where he grew up—but Jason does know that places like this were where trouble liked to pop up, so if there's anywhere he can lend a hand, even during obviously fake experiment times, it's probably here.

Jason's also been keeping an eye out for familiar faces, though, and while he doesn't know Shayera personally (they've never met face-to-face, after all), he still knows who she is, and he still kind of hopes that someone might have been left unaffected by this mess, like he was. That's why when he sees her heading down the street, he takes a chance and calls out to her.]

Um, Ms. Hol?

[He probably seems like just another regular old teenager hanging out on the streets (messy hair and unkempt clothes—he actually blends in pretty well here), but that's fine with him. It'd be easier to dismiss the conversation if she is affected and doesn't know who he is.]

[Jade is already awake in his own bed, in a sitting position, quietly perusing a novel as he often does. He makes a quiet adjustment of his reading glasses when he notices Shayera awakening.]

[Shayera has managed to find some clothes that didn't look like they were jump-me bait. That didn't change the fact that she knew she looked out of place. That was the least of her concerns: It was worse not having her wings. She didn't have her mace, she didn't have her wings, she didn't have her honor.

But she wasn't about to let that stop her. She couldn't just sit down and do nothing. This was too strange--

And now that was a name she wasn't known by here.

Shayera glanced around with her periphery vision - but just like on Earth, there was never a cop around in these poorer districts.]

That's me. [Her eyes narrowed.] Though not a lot of people seem to know that.

[Shayera did not normally wake up with a start, but something was wrong. She could feel it. Or rather, it was what she couldn't feel: She was missing her wings. She woke with a start, half jumping out of bed and then stumbling backwards because her balance was off.]

Really? [He sounds a little relieved, but he stops, reminding himself that it's too soon to feel that way. It could mean anything. If he wasn't careful, she might think he's crazy, and the consequences of that aren't really something he wants to deal with right now. Hmm, how to go about this...] It's not a secret, is it? Because if it is, I can explain—

[Well, sort of. He could explain if she was normal, but probably not so much otherwise.]

[Jade glances over with an analytical eye. Could it be night terrors? He asks calmly.]

What's wrong?

What's wrong? My wings are gone. And who are you?

[Someone she'd seen in the journal, no doubt, but there was no reason for them to be sharing a bedroom!]]

[When he was a different man - his true self - Jade had been careful about concealing what he could about himself through the journal network. But he had declared his name of Jade Curtiss in one entry.

But this man, an entirely different man, had a rare moment of befuddlement at her statement. Jade addresses her calmly but firmly.]

Shayera. You're speaking nonsense. Do you not realize whatever dream you've had is ended? [Then with just a bit of teasingness - Jade wasn't one for affection, but he was one for humor.] You know - you're my wife, not some bird. Isn't that clear?

[Shayera wasn't even sure what this kid was talking about, but as he was the only one she'd run into so far who seemed to have his head screwed on straight...]

Sure. Let's get out of the streets. I'd love to hear an explanation.

What? What are you talk-- [An experiment. This had to be an experiment. And she wasn't affected except for the wings? Unless... married? No. There was no way she'd be sleeping in a separate bed from - good grief, his hair was longer than hers.] --ing about.

[His book was swiftly shut and placed on his bedstand, and he rose from his bed - luckily wearing full pajamas - silky ones which complemented the extravagance of the bedroom. But he looked towards her with a sharp, analytical eye. Was there cause for concern?]

Are you feeling alright? I can call for a doctor. [If there's something wrong with her, finding a way to help her quickly and quietly would sound like the most efficient course for action. But perhaps it's just something odd that will could be passing soon. Either way, he's keeping his eye on her.]

[Whoa, she's willing to hear him out? That has to be a good thing. He makes his way over and walks alongside her.]

My name's Jason. Uh, you probably don't know me, but I think we might have some common friends.

[Adam is in the kitchen when Shayera finally returns home, snacking on an ice cream sandwich after a long session with his father. As soon as he sees her enter, he stands up immediately from his chair.]

Mother! You're back!

[It's the day after Shayera started exhibiting such abnormal behavior, and Tear hoped she would feel better this morning when she goes to speak to her. There's still plenty of time before school, being the early riser that she was, and she did enjoy the company of her mother.]

Mother? Do you mind if I join you for a spell this morning?

[Shayera begins to walk. Best not to stay in one place unless you knew it was secure. She wondered if such a place existed here.]

I'm listening.

[Shayera sat abruptly back down on the bed. She hadn't meant it to be so abrupt; her balance was still off. She felt sick, but she also felt weak, like her strength was gone. Her eyesight was different. And it felt like she could barely hear him.

Play it smart.]

No. I don't need a doctor.

Well, see, I'm not from here. [Yeah, that was a good way to put it.] There's this guy I know back home— Actually, we work together. You might know him. He, uh... wears a lot of black. Kind of has a thing for bats?

[Okay, there's really no not weird way to say that.]

[Adam. His name was Adam and he thought she was his mother.]

So are you. How was your day?

[Wow, there really was no way for that not to sound ridiculous.]

Batman. Yes, I know him.

[She looks at him sidelong.]

So you "know" him too?

[Mother. There it was again. Shayera desperately wanted to stand against that. No more lies.

But if she was going to find out what happened here, she couldn't afford to be sent away.]

No. I don't mind. Have a seat.

[Whatever else happened, these kids could use a little shaking up in her opinion.]

[There's no hiding the relief this time. Dick didn't know Batman at all, so this is a huge deal. He can't help but smile.]

Well, I work for him, so I'd kind of have to know him. We're partners.

But man, I'm glad I'm not the only one who remembers everything right. It was starting to drive me nuts.

[Her abrupt motion definitely caught his eye. He's not exactly at Batman-level with detective skills (despite his actual self being surprisingly close) but he's still quite perceptive. But he then looked away quickly as he grabbed some clothes that had been set up for him.]

Very well, then. Let me know if the situation changes. [She certainly seemed to be unwell in some way - but it still could just be something that's passing. So he'd trust her world, while continuing to make his own observations.] With that said, you should prepare yourself for breakfast. The kids should be waiting by now.

Thank you. [And she does just that with little hesitation—her mother seemed to be all right so far...]

I know everyone has been busy with their own matters, I hope you haven't been missing our company too much.

After Rapunzel's father essentially disowned her at the homecoming dance for dating a disowned aristocrat, Rapunzel hadn't been staying at the Curtiss mansion. Even if she thought her mother might defend her right to stay there, Rapunzel knew she wouldn't be able to sleep or rest or do any of the things a home ought to be used for. So instead, she asked her friends (and boyfriends) to spot her some space while she figured out what to do next.

Of course, she still needed things from home, and so when she was certain her father would be out, Rapunzel sneaked back into the mansion to pick up a few books and some clothes. It was then that she bumped into her mother, gasping aloud. Caught red-handed.

M-mother!

I remember Luceti. [She keeps her voice low.] But the Batman I knew only occasionally worked with the League. He didn't take on partners.

[Especially kids. How old was this one? The thought of how young they were starting... well. It wasn't as if she hadn't enrolled at a young age. But things were different on Thanagar; war demanded certain sacrifices. Humans were supposed to be different.]

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