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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[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.]