worn from walking so far

[futurebatwoman]

WHO: Max Gibson & Abby Boylen
WHERE: City Hall
WHEN: Monday!
WARNINGS: Probably none? Maybe discussion of trauma they keep winding up doing that.
SUMMARY: Two teenagers doing adult work run into each other!
FORMAT: Whatever you want! 

The weekend was a good break, and though she'd done a few things she'd had the time to think things over that she'd wanted. Now she was back to work with slightly more ability to actually think about it than she'd had on Thursday and Friday, and definitely a lot more enthusiasm, if slightly guarded. 

This entire situation meant her job was about to become even harder, but it also gave her a goal to work towards for the moment. That was good. 

She was refilling her bottle of water when she noticed Abby, and waved at her with a certain amount of curiosity. She hadn't thought Abby would really have any reason to visit City Hall -- though maybe to visit Terry? Whatever the reason, she liked what she knew of Abby and wouldn't mind getting to know her better, so waving at her seemed like the right thing to do.

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[cloud9]

"Sure-- oh, totally. I get that."

She probably won't bring up that it's partially on account of the caffeine making her hands a bit less steady. Can't have that, when your main skill in life is sharpshooting. It's something she's proud of some days and a little ashamed of on others.

"He's, y'know. Good though. Now, I mean. Jaime is." Abby absently scrubs a bit of stray hair from her face as she talks. "It's kind of scary, 'cause if stuff like that happens, I'm never sure if I'm gonna see him again, y'know?"

[futurebatwoman]

Max nods as Abby talks, a tiny frown creeping onto her face. "Yeah, I know. It's like that a lot here, isn't it? I know bad things can happen anytime anywhere back home, but here it all seems -- so much more present."

A moment, and then she shrugs a little uneasily. "But I'm glad that he's better. That's really good. I'm glad for you guys."

[cloud9]

"I'm just worried I'll go home and forget."

She says that with a sort of distant look on her face, like she's thinking about something else-- but it only lasts a second, and she's realizing, shaking it off, and coming back to the present.

"Anyway, sorry, that's like-- me being a super downer." Abby pauses, smiles sheepishly, and absently fidgets with her t-shirt. "So, um. What are you working on? Like, super secret government stuff?"

[futurebatwoman]

Max's hand curls a little bit around her bottle at that, but she just bites her lip and nods sympathetically. "Yeah," she murmurs after a moment, and quickly accepts Abby's change of subject.

"Me? Oh, no, I'm more like -- trying to make people like us government person. There's a lot more paperwork involved than you'd think. And people keep blowing up the city, too."

[cloud9]

"O-Oh. That-- actually seems like a really important job. 'Cause. We're really not all that popular. Like, at all?" She rubs the back of her neck. "I mean, not that you can blame them for not liking us, I guess."

It was like that back home, too. She remembers how people used to protest outside of Camp Hammond, where she graduated from her superhero training. Sure, superheroes saved lives, but. They messed up sometimes too. And if people died, the public always remembered it.

"Sometimes I wish I could just be normal again. Before I got my powers and stuff. It sucks being hated all the time."

[futurebatwoman]

"I can't blame them too much, but it's still - we're not all the bad guys here. It kind of sucks being tarred and feathered with the same stick. You know."

It's only getting worse, and the job gets harder, and frankly half the time she feels lost. This is nothing she was trained for. But everything's a learning experience, right?

"But not all the time?"