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She nodded while listening to his description, still unsure of what was being taken but reasonably sure that she didn’t like what it did to Creeper. Not that his description of the pills helped, but it was good to know how they effected him. Probably a run-of-the-mill antipsychotic, given what they were trying to ‘treat’. “No I will not check you for ticks. You’re on your own with that one.” But she didn’t sound too grouchy about it at least, it was all just a matter of getting used to how odd Creeper could be. “I think if you want to save yourself some trouble, flush what’s left of the pills and bring me the bottle so I can see what it says. You can scribble over your other half’s name if you want to keep that a secret, I just need to see the dose and name of the drug. You can bring it to my any time, and I’ll start seeing what I can do about it and make sure Gotham doesn’t have to go without Creeper again.”
“Sure thing, Babe. Those poprocks were the first things to go when I came back, the bottle’s already long since emptied and refilled with Pez. I’ll see what I can salvage off the label- can’t be too careful, huh? Gotta keep some things secret, even from my doctor.” Honestly he had no idea what kind of information on the bottle could be used to trace him to Jack Ryder, but all of it felt like a bit of a gamble. Even if they were arguing right now, even if Jack had essentially tried to kill off the Creeper personality, it didn’t mean he deserved to-... Hmm. “Actually, on second thought, maybe I should tell you. Then I might get a little peace of mind, knowing I can go to sleep and still exist in the morning. What have I got to lose? I’d probably get to stretch my legs more often that way.”








