[Hayley didn't entirely know what she was doing. She had come here to make Dick talk about his wounds, expecting a confession of being reckless or the like. Then she was cleaning. Then she was pushing him for information she thought would lead to him turning out to be a villain after all, then he was admitting being raped, and now he was asking her to stay. Or, accepting her offer. The semantics didn't matter as much as the situation overall. The girl was getting carried away by a mixture of curiosity and sincere caring, a combination which had gotten her into quite some trouble before. Still, it wasn't like she could just turn around, say she was kidding, and walk away to leave him alone by himself.
She knew superheroes always endured a lot. It was part of their nature as entertainment to be destined to fall unto repeated misery and conflict, but she didn't think the writers would do something like that.. Or were the writers really making the choice at all? Here Dick was, alive and unwell in front of her, reacting and speaking like a real human being. The same way Harvey had.
It was more than a little confusing.]
"No.." [The inmate glanced away, biting her lower lip for only a second before she answered.] "Not at all. I just have to check in with Capa and let him know."
[And hopefully Capa would trust her enough not to try to interfere or ask too many questions about why a teenage girl was wanting to spend the night with a superhero. Although, her warden probably didn't know he was a superhero. And really? Dick wasn't her type.. if she even had one.]
"In that case?" [Hayley kicked off her shoes and lifted her other leg to sit cross-legged on the side of his bed, facing him. She also shifted to remove the taser from her pocket, though she set it in her lap. It was awkward to sit on. The inmate pulled out her communicator and typed a message to Capa. After a beat, she looked up at him again.] "What happened to her?"
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She knew superheroes always endured a lot. It was part of their nature as entertainment to be destined to fall unto repeated misery and conflict, but she didn't think the writers would do something like that.. Or were the writers really making the choice at all? Here Dick was, alive and unwell in front of her, reacting and speaking like a real human being. The same way Harvey had.
It was more than a little confusing.]
"No.." [The inmate glanced away, biting her lower lip for only a second before she answered.] "Not at all. I just have to check in with Capa and let him know."
[And hopefully Capa would trust her enough not to try to interfere or ask too many questions about why a teenage girl was wanting to spend the night with a superhero. Although, her warden probably didn't know he was a superhero. And really? Dick wasn't her type.. if she even had one.]
"In that case?" [Hayley kicked off her shoes and lifted her other leg to sit cross-legged on the side of his bed, facing him. She also shifted to remove the taser from her pocket, though she set it in her lap. It was awkward to sit on. The inmate pulled out her communicator and typed a message to Capa. After a beat, she looked up at him again.] "What happened to her?"