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[Dick doesn't really want to talk about the breach. He's been through enough of them already that being a semi trigger happy fed with a taste for justice isn't that weird, even if it's always unsettling to have all the extra memories floating around in your head.

The more pressing matter right now is:]

Has anyone seen Sara since the breach ended?

[Private to Rorschach]

We should talk. [It's a conversation they probably should have had a long time ago, but. Better late than never?]

[ooc: I promise I'm getting to my backtags/new posts I should tag into, I just wanted to put this up before time got too far away from me. <3]

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[She leans into him comfortably, her brow furrowing at the idea that she was sort of...there, in this other universe the breach created, but...not. She definitely doesn't have any of the lingering memories she did after Floodholme, of any point in her other self's life.]

Bizarre. [She glances at him.] Actually fine or 'I don't want you to worry' fine?

Fine. I mean, it could have been worse, I found out Clint Barton was ratting out the department to the mob from Erik Lensherr, who was working undercover with them and handed him over to Narvin, so. I can think of about a half dozen ways it could have gone worse, honestly.

[His brow furrowed a little as he really let himself consider that, remembering what Erik's counterpart had been like and realizing that actually seemed weirdly familiar.]

It was actually a lot like what happened to my first inmate, before he got here.

Was he the Clint or the Erik in that scenario? [Because both options are shot through with 'Inmate material'. Hell, he could even be the Narvin, depending on what happened after the handover.]

Erik. He was undercover for the Massachusetts State Police.

What happened to him? On the Barge, I mean. [Although she suspects she knows, because if Dick had a graduation under his belt she sincerely doubts he'd still be here.]

[He would. He wouldn't ditch Tim, and he's got another couple things he could make a deal for.]

He vanished for a couple days, came back and the Admiral split us up. He got reassigned and vanished for good a while later. It was about a year ago.

Honestly, I like to think the Admiral just realized he'd done everything he could for him and sent him home. He never should have been here in the first place.

[Sara nods. Apparently the willingness to believe that some Inmates just get let off the hook - this guy, The Other Barbara - is part of how you make it through the day here. Not that she's arguing. Sometimes you just have to tell yourself things you can't prove to make it through the day.]

Guess we can add 'shitty choice of Inmates' to 'lousy driving' and 'bad attitude'.

[Yep, exactly. Dick just didn't want to think all that hard about what the alternatives were and what that said about him as a warden.]

Yeah. [He looked over at her, raising an eyebrow slightly.] So, are we going to talk about why you were half naked on the floor in that... Witchbladeish looking thing?

[She makes a sort of awkward half-laugh sound and scratches the side of her head.]

Yeah. Yeah, we are. [Deep breath, and a pause, because honestly she still has to shuffle things into a digestible order herself.] Long story short, Xavier agreed to help me try to understand what the hell it is I've gotten myself into with this thing. [She lifts her right hand illustratively.]

He kind of...broke something open in my head. It's hard to explain, but I remember - deep down, I sort of know about the bearers who came before me, now. All the way back to the first one. And even before that, to when it was....born.

[Well. That wasn't really what he'd been expecting to hear, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't really, really curious.]

Really?

Really.

[Another pause, because this next part? She struggles to believe herself.]

There are - in my world, there are two...universal forces, I guess you'd call them. Light and dark - not necessarily good and bad, just light and dark. The Angelus and the Darkness. They were at war since the beginning of everything, but around the time humans were pretty new as a species, they had a truce.

[She turns her wrist over, watching the light play on the metal. The silver makes it look cleaner, sharper.]

This is their offspring. The entity they created to maintain balance between them and stop them tearing the universe apart.

[There's a slight blankness in her tone which says 'I have not yet internalised the full and terrifying implications of how powerful this thing necessarily is'.]

Holy crap.

[... Because really, what else do you say to that?]

I mean, I just assumed it was an artifact or some kind of sentient alien species or something, not... that.

Yeah, me too.

[And now she understands what it meant what it told her it wasn't her time to know, because - part of her could really be happy to go back to not being aware of all this. It also puts her threat to make a deal with the Admiral to destroy it into sharp perspective.]

But, I got what I wanted. I mean - now I'm scared for a whole new set of reasons, but at least I don't have to fear the unknown any more.

Yeah. I guess that's something. [Although really, he wasn't sure which one was worse. Not knowing what the hell the thing was or where it came from or if it was going to try and destroy the world someday, or knowing you were quasi in control of the thing that was supposed to keep balance in the universe. Kind of a step up about worrying about being Batman when you go home.

He nudges her gently.]

You okay?

....yeah. Yeah, I am. Just...reeling a little, that's all.

[She smiles at him, and it's faint but genuine.]

I know it's not the first time I've said this, but I feel like I should tell you thanks for putting up with all my crazy baggage.

Considering I say that on a biweekly basis, I think it's pretty safe to say I'm more than happy to return the favor. [Because seriously, our lives. :| Your life especially now hot damn. :|]

You're sweet. [Which is something he's definitely said to her. She pecks him on the cheek - nothing more than that while her mouth feels like something died in it - and then braces her arms against the mattress.]

Right. I'm gonna try to get up, and if I can stay upright I'm going to brush my teeth and get dressed and then see about...dinner. Lunch? I have no idea what time it is.

We're kind of in that afternoon-snackish part of the day, but I think you could get away with calling it lunch. [He stays on the bed and just keeps an eye on her, because he knows when you're feeling kind of shaky, it's nice to be able to do stuff yourself.]

Want some company? I think the last time I had something to eat, it was the 1920's.

[Weird, but it makes her laugh.] Yeah, after being locked up in my own head so long I think I need it. [She stands up, and although her legs kind of go 'no' for a second she stays on her feet and then heads off into her bathroom.]

Just give me ten minutes, alright?

No rush. I'll be here. [And just to prove that point, he is going to be flopping back on your bed and staring up at the ceiling.] You know, this place is a lot nicer ever since the paint stopped making my eyes bleed.

[The eye-bleeding paint job is still there, but it's now covered by a patchwork of patterned construction paper in neutral shades that she raided from the art room. Given that neither crafts nor DIY are really her thing she's pretty pleased with how it came out.]

Isn't it? I can actually sleep in here now. Makes a nice change.

[She brushes her teeth and washes her face efficiently and comes back out into her room to get dressed, tossing her robe over Dick's face in the process like she wants or needs any modesty.]

[Either he's too lazy to get up or he doesn't actually mind having a robe thrown over his face, because he just laughs and doesn't move, hands folded on his chest like this is completely normal.]

I'm almost afraid to know what kind of couch he's going to give you to replace your old one.

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