Evan Shapiro
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⎇001JW Justice Wing: Forebears #13

This entry is part 13 of 13 in the series Forebears

“Our daughter Loredana is a parahuman, Evan. She chose to bluesuit. That’s fine. She gets to do that… for now, anyway. But the things we’re hammering out in those meetings… Evan, it’s not about Justice Wing or super heroes or even what happened in Europe or all the dead people. It’s about terrified prosahumans and what they might do out of fear, and every bit of it is pointed square at Danni. So no, Evan. There is no realistic alternative. I will die ten times in agony before I allow my daughter to spend the rest of her life hiding from her government and neighbors.” She took a slightly ragged breath. “So. Are there any questions, or have I made myself clear?”

Evan Shapiro
Justice Wing, Serial, Superhero

⎇001JW Justice Wing: Forebears #12

This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Forebears

“…okay, that’s dark. Dad… are you sure you’ve recovered enough to travel?” “I wasn’t physically injured, Tip.” “Yeah, well, Albescu didn’t take a swing for me for almost six years and didn’t connect when he did but I still have nightmares. You’re the one who told me PTSD was a thing, remember?”

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⎇001JW Interviewing Leather: Being the Steve #7 (CONCLUSION!)

This entry is part 7 of 7 in the series Interviewing Leather - Being the Steve

"...whoever she was, she wasn’t a Steve. She clearly wasn’t a Steve. So you didn’t lie to me. I get that.” She took a breath. “Was it a good offer?”

“Amazing offer. You couldn’t match it.”

“Yeah, well. How screwed are you, now?”

He laughed, slightly. “Pretty screwed.”

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⎇001JW In Nadir: The Monologue #1

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series The Monologue

Part of being a norm hero — prosahuman! they heard Cozy Wight correct in the back of her head — meant constant physical training to keep up with the parahumans she dealt with on both sides of the aisle. DETAILS called it ‘discipline’ based super powers, which always made Crosspointe imagine a bunch of super-Dommes. And, admittedly, Crosspointe never missed with a whip.

But then, Crosspointe never missed. It was kind of their thing.

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⎇001JW Interviewing Leather: Being the Steve #6

This entry is part 6 of 7 in the series Interviewing Leather - Being the Steve

“You change your circumstances, so you change your role. You wear a different face.” The Steve took a deep breath. “I do it all the time. Every time I head into the field, I’m somebody else.”

“I can’t imagine that,” the blond said. “Just… flipping like that.”

“Sure you can,” the Steve said. “When you call your grandmother, your whole attitude changes — you even get more of a southern accent.”

“Well… sure… but—“

“We all do it. Everyone does. I just… do it more completely. And every Cowl or Cape and every Crook who keeps a secret identity does it every day. The masks are external. The change is internal.”

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⎇001JW Interviewing Leather: Being the Steve #5

This entry is part 5 of 7 in the series Interviewing Leather - Being the Steve

"I know you don’t care. I know that. You’re a Crook — you don’t have to give a damn about my feelings but you’re always just—“ He shuddered again. “I know I’m fired. I don’t care. But I can’t — not today, okay? I just can’t play along today, all right?"

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⎇001JW Interviewing Leather: Being the Steve #4

This entry is part 4 of 7 in the series Interviewing Leather - Being the Steve

“I’m sorry, maybe I never explained something to you,” Leather hissed. “You don’t add people to my plan without telling me!

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⎇001JW Interviewing Leather: Being the Steve #3

This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series Interviewing Leather - Being the Steve

"...Chapman’s not babbling. He’s asking questions. He won’t stop asking questions.”

“Isn’t that literally what an interviewer does?” the brown haired bagman asked.

“No. An interviewer follows a script — maybe digging a bit deep here and there, but not too much. All he wants are easy answers he can write up to everyone’s satisfaction. You read a couple’a issues of Amplifer, right? Those things are PR. We talked about this. There’s never surprises.”

“And?”

“And Chapman’s asking questions.” Marco was frowning. “He isn’t putting together a breezy little five page publicity exercise. He’s trying to understand. He’s actively trying to understand.”

The Steve was frowning. “Marco’s right,” he said. “He’s…”

Pieces fell into place. “Oh shit, he’s a journalist,” the Steve said, softly.

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⎇001JW Halcyon Days: Motivation #5

This entry is part 5 of 6 in the series Justice Wing Halcyon Days: Motivation

“Julie taught me to sew,” Daniels said, suddenly. “Excuse me?” Emily asked, blinking. “Julie.” The assistant was blushing, now. “She... I tore my coat down in the canteen and she saw, and said that it was just a seam rip, and told me to wait a sec. And she ran up to her office and… Continue reading ⎇001JW Halcyon Days: Motivation #5

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⎇001JW Interviewing Leather Revised #6

This entry is part 6 of 11 in the series Interviewing Leather Revised

“I don’t want to have to rescue you, Chapman. I’m not going out there to rescue you or perform for you. I’m going out to fight crime. And believe it or not? That’s not easy and that’s not safe. Not for me, not for innocent bystanders, not for idiot reporters, and not even for the criminals I’ll be taking down. And if you go waltzing around playing out your Truncheon fantasies, you might get hurt. You might get killed. Or? You might get me hurt or killed. And more likely than either of those? You might get some innocent bystander hurt or killed.”

She stepped back, her eyes still intense as lasers as they burned into mine. “Get this in your head, Chapman. We’re. Not. Getting. Anyone. Killed.”

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⎇001JW Halcyon Days: Motivation #2

This entry is part 2 of 6 in the series Justice Wing Halcyon Days: Motivation

“Jesus Christ, Art. The oven? Pallid Jan cooked her?”

Emily felt a lurch down in her stomach. “Hey!” she snapped. “That’s my sister you’re talking about. I’d appreciate it—”

“Yeah, well – she’d have appreciated more than three calls a year and your snide-ass judgment from high school straight through until the day before she got – what, par-broiled? Was the oven set to bake or what? But we don’t always get what we want, do we?”