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Pleasure—sacrifice, remembrance—the blood of fallen soldiers.
Courtney misses Shiv sometimes. When she wakes up from nightmares of Per Degaton throwing them through time, when she can't stop thinking of Al and the war in Kahndaq—that's when she misses the simplicity of fighting with Shiv.
That hadn't been the real world. She'd just been a stupid kid. No one had died yet. Courtney doesn't even think Shiv really hated her then. She was just Cindy—Cindy who she would stare at in class, at every pep rally.
Now when Shiv haunts through portals with the Injustice League, with Johnny Sorrow himself, she's out for blood, dressed up poppy red and green. And—Courtney misses her. Somehow, she still wants to kiss her.