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bodilesswarrior) wrote2013-08-27 12:39 pm
bodilesswarrior) wrote2013-08-27 12:39 pm
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[Her first thought, when she wakes up, is that she feels like one of her old dolls; torn to hell and stitched up by small, awkward fingers.
Then she remembers to breathe, sucking down air in ragged, painful breathes. She counts the cracks on the ceiling, and tries not to lose herself.
She remembers, of course. She remembers it as clearly as the Joker's smile. It's not so different, really; again, she was brutalised to hurt someone else.
Except this time it's worse, because she saw the Emperor crumple and fall.
She refuses to close her eyes, because she knows what she'll find in the darkness. She focuses on the warmth of the sheets, the glare of the lights, the beating of her heart.
When she's able to lift an arm with convulsions of pain, she grabs her comm.]
Check in if you can.
[Private to Iris]
Are you okay?
[Private to the Emperor]
I'm sorry.
[Private to Creed]
You owe me glasses.
Then she remembers to breathe, sucking down air in ragged, painful breathes. She counts the cracks on the ceiling, and tries not to lose herself.
She remembers, of course. She remembers it as clearly as the Joker's smile. It's not so different, really; again, she was brutalised to hurt someone else.
Except this time it's worse, because she saw the Emperor crumple and fall.
She refuses to close her eyes, because she knows what she'll find in the darkness. She focuses on the warmth of the sheets, the glare of the lights, the beating of her heart.
When she's able to lift an arm with convulsions of pain, she grabs her comm.]
Check in if you can.
[Private to Iris]
Are you okay?
[Private to the Emperor]
I'm sorry.
[Private to Creed]
You owe me glasses.