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066 [voice]

[Private to Martha]

When you've got a moment, I need to talk with you about something.

[Private to Costigan]

Hey. Can we talk? If you're not busy.

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[Martha took and read the post, and then she nodded after a moment.]

No, Dick, the last thing you should be doing is taking on any additional work. You need to be taking some time for yourself. I'll talk to Coyo and then I'll talk to George and Nygma.

[Martha reached over and touched his arm]

How have you been doing?

[He was quiet for a long moment, not exactly sure how he wanted to answer that.]

I'm tired.

[Martha knows he means Barge-tired, but she nodded.]

Are you sleeping at all?

Not any less than I usually am. [He wasn't lying, although his usual sleep cycle was probably not what most in the medical profession would find healthy.]

Which I'm going to read between the lines and say isn't all that much, yeah?

[PTSD survivor's club, that.]

Yeah.

[He was quiet for a moment.] I've been having nightmares. I'm still worried about Tim, I miss Costigan even though he's back... I don't know.

Dick, I've got something that will help with the nightmares for a night or two if you want it. I know sometimes that even having a little break can help.

What is it? [He's tempted. :|a]

It's called a dreamless sleep potion. It does what it says and lets you get twelve hours of sleep. Saves me sometimes.

Harry Potter?

Yes, Sev made them. When things were so bad for me after the last mirrorverse flood I completely ended up being a bloody wreck and not sleeping for months. This was the only thing that helped.

Guess it can't hurt to give it a shot.

It's a starting point, that's all. It'll probably also help to talk about what's going on, other than missing Costigan.

Why are you worried about Tim?

He shot me.

[Martha just blinked.]

What?

That's how I died. During the... breach, or whatever it was. I was trying to get to the bridge, hacked into the engine room and... the other Tim caught me.

Oh my god! Dick, I wish either of you had told me! I mean, I knew that there was something going on with Tim but I had know idea that it was this!

[Martha quickly reached over and hugged him again.]

[He didn't reciprocate initially, leaning into the hug appreciatively before slowly moving to hug her back.] It's alright. I stayed with him for a while after I left the infirmary, and I mean, he's eating and sleeping again, and he seems like he's doing okay, I'm just... worried.

Hopefully his going home for a bit helped. And don't worry, Dick, knowing about this I'm worried as well.

I hope so.

Sometimes taking a vacation is all you need. However, granted it's Gotham...

[Martha stopped that sentence right there.]

Is Costigan being unbearable?

No. I don't know, I think he's confused and upset about what happened. Or, angry or something. And neither one of us is exactly great with communicating about that kind of thing. I don't think he trusts me anymore.

But, I still care about him. I still want him to get out of here.

I know you do, Dick. And you can still try to be there for him as a friend. I've been doing a fair bit of thinking, really, about this, and I really do believe that people help with different bits of someone's redemption, and maybe you've gone as far as you can in the warden bit and now it's just time to be the friend.

Assuming he lets me.

I think, in time, he'll be less angry about this. And he was assigned to Angelica, so that needs to be good, yeah? Even if it's not the same one we knew.

[A small frown, and then she shook her head.]

Is there anything else going on?

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