003. [TEXT] - After The Breach

[bodysings]

 Would someone please explain to me just what the fuck that was? I'm not on this ship for a week and shit gets fucked up. I think someone owes me an explanation as to what the fuck this fucking ship actually fucking is.

Right. Fucking. Now.

[ Locked to DCU People ]

You have no idea how hard it is to type this, but I need some help. 

If you're gonna preach at me, don't bother coming. 

I have some stuff to say. 

I think I'm in over my head.

Also? I'd kinda make it fast, I don't know if I'm gonna pass out or what. 

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[peektuttut]

Keep that up, and I'll carry you. And I really don't want to carry you. You'll beat me up once you're better. [There is even a crooked little smile in the corner of his mouth, and he holds out his hands to help her up.]

Come on. I have a bathroom and a kitchen, and I've got a feeling you're going to want both.

[bodysings]

Yeah. You better believe it. [ Stubborn to the last, she waves off his hands, painfully pushing herself to her feet. One thing you have to give her, is she's tough. Still, there's only so much she can do, and when she stands she has to brave herself against the wall to keep her legs from shaking and giving out. ]

Just a sec. Catch my breath. Tch. You Wardens, lap of luxury, huh? [ Her sentences are short and forced out between ragged breaths and grit teeth. Still, steeling herself, she manges to get her legs under her and pushes off the wall, though really, she looks like she could keel over at any second. ] Right behind you, Boy Wonder.

[peektuttut]

[He doesn't buy for a second that they are going to make it to his room with her going like this, but he doesn't immediately try to prop her up or help her at all, really.

He wants to, and he's keeping his arms stiff at his sides to keep from reaching out. But he knows what she can be like, and he knows how her ego hates taking a hit.]

Guess now's a bad time to suggest a race. [He keeps it light, instead, and goes to open the door, holding it open for her. He's ready to catch her, if she falls.

[bodysings]

[ Her ego is pretty much all she has to cling to, or at least that's how she feels, not that she would be able to quantify it. It would probably be safe to say that that stems from her plethora of issues. But that's what keeps her going beyond the point where most people would quit. It's what makes her need to be the fastest and the strongest and the deadliest.

It's a credit to that strength and stubbornness that she can even stand. Walking would be close to a miracle. ]

Hah. You're just worried I'd beat you. [ Jokes are good. They distract her from just how much her muscles are aching from the cramps and the spasms and the trying to force them to move normally. Still, she gets to the door leaning against the frame again to catch her breath, knuckles white from the effort of keeping her upright against the door jamb and then the wall. ]

Fuck. [ That small whispered word of irritation is probably the closest he will ever get to hearing an actual admission of how difficult this is for her. Specially for her. She never needed help, she won't ask for help even if she has to crawl. Or at least those are the thoughts running through her mind as they inch out of the room and into the halls. ]

[peektuttut]

[It's painful to watch, and Tim rubs at his temple for a moment before holding his hand out again, offering his shoulder.] Come on. Drag me along with you.

[There's only so much he can watch. He wants to punch the Clock King again, knock every one of his teeth out for this. He hasn't always gotten along with Rose - he's had his periods of really disliking her, even - but she's still a Titan, and that means something to him. It always well.

[bodysings]

[ She laughs, putting an arm over his shoulder and leaning against him. She doesn't weigh very much anymore thankfully. Not that she was a whale before, but she's pretty much feather light now. ] Yeah, you look like you could use the help.

[ Don't worry, Tim. She gave it to him good. Heck, you keep being all concerned she might think you actually like her or something, and then the world would explode and everyone would die and it would be all your fault, Tim. ]

[peektuttut]

[Sometimes he can be all squishy inside. He holds her arm with one hand, wrapping the other around her waist. He keeps his pace slow, though, or else he's afraid he will have to carry her. (She's so light, what the hell happened?)]

Try not to spread it around. [If keeping up the joking commentary helped, he would do it.] I have a decent reputation here, you know.

[bodysings]

[ That isn't very Bat-like, Tim. Once she has some support they can move at an okay place. It isn't that she isn't strong enough to walk, it's just that it damn well hurts, and having some of the weight taken off her screaming muscles makes it a whole lot easier. That's kind of what happens when you run yourself ragged across half the world with only cigarettes and drugs as fuel most of the time. ]

Pfft. Sure. Watch the hands, Mr. Grabby. [ She smirks at him, she's never gonna let go of the fact that you rejected her naked advances, Tim. Regardless of her state of sobriety at the time. ] Never would've pegged you for having a thing for wasted, drug addict types.

[peektuttut]

[Bats are secretly very squishy. Secretly. He keeps most of her weight on him, moving carefully still because he doesn't want to make this worse for her. He does roll his eyes at her, however, shaking his head slightly.]

You're never going to let that go, are you?

[bodysings]

[ Yes of course. This is what makes them so suited to running across rooftops bashing criminals' heads in. She can carry her own weight Tim, well, most of the time. At the moment though she'll do that leaning pointedly ignoring his eyeroll. ]

Nope, probably not. [ Smirk ] Where the hell is your room anyway? The far side of the moon?

[peektuttut]

First floor. Don't worry, we'll take the elevator. [Which he is pausing to hit the button now, actually. And he sobers some more, because that's just what he does.]

How long have you been using epinephrine? And how often?

[bodysings]

Hey, I'm not worried. I could go all day. I was just asking. [ That's okay, because as much as you sober up, that's how much Rose will turn up her sarcasm meter by. So it all evens out in the end. ]

How long? Fuck if I know. Three months? Six months? Started when the Terror Titans shit went down. Pretty much every day since then. When I could get it.

[peektuttut]

[His mouth twists the side; it's never been his instinct to joke, but at least he won't tell her off for it.]

The next week is going to really suck, Rose. [And he isn't letting her near anything stronger than a cigarette.]