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She fidgeted with the end of her now ruined shirt, glancing down at the blood, that was still slightly warm, with a grimace. The wound had already healed itself - at least at surface level - it still ached but no longer bled. “That...didn’t really go well.” she mumbled when she heard Bruce walk over towards her.
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“ Uhhhh, “ she gave him a slow blink, squinting at his hand, “ Seventeen? “ It was halfway a joke, spoken with a quick, huff of a laugh. To be honest, her vision was still swimming, unable to focus on anything, seeing more than double... in large part thanks to the relentless pounding in her head. “ I think I’m okay, just probably need to sit down... actually, I’m already sitting down, aren’t I? Yikes, okay. Yeah, I’m good. All good. Whoo. “
+ @tragedyfcrged sent: “ you’re not fine. and you don’t have to pretend that you are with me. ” bruce to tony / tragedyfcrged Accepting ( x )
“That, my friend, is where you are completely wrong. I feel fucking fantastic.” Liquor coursed through his veins and Tony fully intended to add more to it. It dulled the pain, helped him forget. It was his fault Rogers was dead and he couldn’t handle it. So, he did what he always did. Found the nearest liquor store, bought it, and drank it. If the pain persisted? Well, he had enough money to buy as many liquor stores as he needed to.
“Now, here’s what I wanna know, Bats.” A finger jabbed in the other man’s direction, even though he wasn’t remotely close enough to poke him. “Are you gonna help me finish this bottle off? Or are you going to try and extol the virtues of sobriety? Because, if it’s the latter? You can go squeak at someone else.”
“ perhaps you might look under the table . if not , shall i alert super man ? those robbin’s ? lex luthor ? the joker ? maybe he has your pen . ”
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She has a bad habit of HAUNTING his shop, truth told. This is the third time this week she’s been in, eyeing the books, or the occult items. She always leaves with SOMETHING- often many somethings, though she’s loathe to part with any of her money.
Dragon. Hoard.
It’s instinct. She really can’t help it.
Today she’s already got THREE books in her slender arms, and now she’s going through his section for witchcraft, crystals in particular. Ghostly GREEN gaze lifts, flickers to his, almost guilty.
She’s been here over an hour.
“-- You have any apophyllite clusters?”
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Sleep came to Lucy in short bursts, a few hours here, a thirty minute nap there. It wasn't uncommon for her to find sleep during the day. Something about it felt safer. Currently, she was somewhere between asleep and awake. The old couch she laid on was worn and frayed with a spring poking through and patched with duct tape, but it was better than a lot of other spots. She was just about to slip fully into sleep when a knock at the door startled her into full awareness. Her first thought as she sat up was the drunk that hung around down the hall who called out increasingly lewd comments whenever he saw her. But the voice that followed shot down that.
Lucy froze. Her bag, always packed and ready close by, was already in her hand. Bruce fucking Wayne? He was probably the last person she would've guessed. Lucy had met him once, a quick and painfully awkward introduction when she met up with Jason somewhere. Jason, he'd be the only reason Wayne was here. A terrible anxiety began building in her chest and was most likely the only reason she went to open the door. She hesitated for a moment before unlatching the chain and pulling the door open.
The billionaire looked hilariously out of place in the run-down hallway with its spray-painted walls and stained floors. Briefly, she wondered just how the hell he knew to find her here. "Jason's not here."
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"I just saved your life. You could be a little more grateful." It's maybe a bit harsher than she truly meant it, but Elle was running on barely any sleep and the last thing she expected for her night was to find a bleeding-out Batman.
“I’m simply admitting to the fact there will be a break in tonight.”
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