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[batmantled]

WHO: TORTURE VICTIMS, and OPEN to visitors and idk anyone else who might have a reason to be around
WHERE: the import clinic
WHEN: TAG IN AND SET YOUR OWN \o/
WARNINGS: Possibly
SUMMARY: Communal visitation log for torture victims.
FORMAT: Words



[ The clinic’s full today due to the recent influx, and probably swarming with activity from all quarters. The victims are spread out - or in some cases close together - so try to can the outbursts during quiet hours. ]

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oh gdi

[batmantled]

[ Well, an invitation's an invitation. And hearing her voice is something like a confirmation of the Carrie-ness there - which means there's no way out but straight through the door. ]

Redbird, right? [ That's for the nurse wandering by, shoo shoo lady. But it does buy him a little time, waiting until she's far enough away that he can slip in and shut it again without being too obvious.

Game face on. ]

...Hey.

[slingshots]

[ Oh, it's Dick. There's a light smile, but it drops again pretty fast. It's Dick, bearing another reminder that she's in here as Redbird, looking like Carrie. That's... pretty awful planning. She glances away from where she can hear he is, dropping her eyes like she's taken to studying the bedsheet. ]

Hey. [ A beat, awkward. ] ...Nice day for it, huh? [ being hospitalized, that is. ]

[batmantled]

...Well, it is raining. [ He takes a step closer and leans an arm on the frame of the bed, hopefully smoothly enough to disguise the actual support-needing gesture. Carrie's pretty far from needing to see him low on blood and off balance. Hurting. ]

Heard you might need some company.

[slingshots]

Wouldn't say no.

[ She doesn't look over at him, but she doesn't sound too uninviting, either. Because surely he's here to visit (no way would Dick get caught up in this enough to actually be hospitalized), and it'd be pretty rude to send company off. ]

So, bring any cards? I hear that's what you're supposed to do in here.

[batmantled]

[ Well it just so happens. He reaches into a pocket of the ugly sweatpants he's wearing and tosses the deck within easy reach. ]

Just that kind. [ He takes his hand off the frame and picks a nearby folding chair to set by the bedside. The lightheadness will ease up if he sits down. ]

You up for a game?

[slingshots]

[ oh. uh. this is awkward. She can only assume that fwap of something on fabric was a deck of cards. She looks first surprised, then a little embarrassed. ]

Uh. ...Not really. Didn't think you'd actually have any. [ a beat. ] Sorry.

[batmantled]

[ He looks... actually a little hurt for a moment, before suddenly it clicks. Some detective he is. ]

...Damn it, your-

Glasses, right?

[slingshots]

[ She shakes her head, and lifts a hand to wave in front of her own face, to show off how her eyes totally don't follow it at all. ]

'S temporary, they say.

[batmantled]

And to think I could've broken out the Mad Libs. [ In as... even a tone as he can really manage, right now. They blinded her. They blinded her, while he'd been chained to a bed. Strapped to an IV he shouldn't have needed. ]

[slingshots]

[ She's pretty sure she knows what he must be feeling, even if she can't see it in his face. After all, she feels the same any time Tavros gets hurt. A load of guilt, far too much regret, incessant thoughts of why didn't I stop it. Of course it's perfectly ridiculous from Dick, though. He'd had nothing to do with this.

She reaches out a hand, looking for one of his, and tries a reassuring smile. ]

Never liked Mad Libs much anyway. Company's plenty.

[batmantled]

[ Man, he... must be pretty transparent if she's feeling the need to comfort him. But he takes the hand and gives it a little squeeze, bowing his head a little while he tries to find the words he's looking for. ]

...I know it's not easy, Carrie. But if you remember anything about what happened...

[slingshots]

[ The smile fades with that, and she gives a tiny shake of her head. ]

Not much. Not even where they grabbed me. Starts getting hazy around 10 PM, far as I can tell. [ and, with a little attempt at a wry smile: ] Figure that's City life for you, huh.

[batmantled]

...Yeah. For me too. [ That much of an admission only seems fair. ]

Just means we need to work a little harder to find the gaps in the details.

[slingshots]

[ whoa, say what. She freezes, looking genuinely startled (for once!), and really wishing she could see through this blurry nothingness. ]

...You, too? [ she'd... thought he was just visiting... :C ]

[batmantled]

[ There's a guilty little pause there, but it's not as if he could have kept it from her forever. Better for her to know what this is. What it means, for all of them. ]

Not just me.

[slingshots]

Oh.

[ That with a little part of a wince, possibly a bit of guilt. Of course it hadn't just been her. It's never just one person. She drops his hand, but only in favor of scooting herself to the edge of the bed, to be a little closer. ]

Who else?

[batmantled]

Vic, Maxine Gibson, Ziggy, and a woman named Sue Storm.

[ It's a little like an admission of failure. ]

And I don't know that it's safe to assume they're stopping at six, Carrie.

[slingshots]

Yeah.

[ Oh man, add to the stack of failures that she was totally not on top of this. Shouldn't she know exactly what's up when it's something this big? It's not like she needs to see to be aware of simple things around her.

And speaking of. She swings her feet over the edge of the bed (one of them pretty thoroughly bandaged where there's supposed to be toes) and leans forward, one hand finding first his shoulder and from there to the side of his face. ]

What'd you end up with?