hungryanhorny | 17 - video and spam for the gym; when it all comes crashing down.

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[There's only one pewter mug atop the counter besides Faith; but viewers shouldn't let that fool them. She's already on her third Pan Galact Gargle Blaster - fully drunk and looking to get drunker as she pulls a final sip of the heady stuff up to her lips for another drought. One last burst of forced apathy, before she puts the glass down.]

Barbara's gone.

[The feed clicks off.]

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[Drunk - this much drunk - is very much different than buzzed; it's different from her normal drunk too. It isn't relaxed, or teasing; it isn't even apathetic anymore; it's angry; it's enraged - at herself, at the Admiral, at whatever the hell gets in her way.

Drunk; angry; and capable of punching through most walls - it's probably a good thing she's found her way into the gym. Not that the punching bag can take much more of her. Not when each punch pushes it to the end of its chain.]

ooc: Here for a few hours, and then gone until Weds. :( Putting this up to let everyone react, and because Faith can honestly use the support.

Faith locked her pup in the room if anyone's wondering - she doesn't want Ruby seeing her like this. >,>

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She got shot; point blank. You wanna tell me what changed to stop that?

[It pisses him off a little, to hear someone talk about Barbara like they know her better than he does, even if it's not really fair. The Barbara who was here wasn't the same woman Dick had been friends with, had loved, but he still can't help the flash of anger.] The Barbara in my world was shot, point blank, too. She survived. There is no way in hell this one didn't.

You're not giving her enough credit.

Not your Barbara, is she. [She says it bitterly. Not that she knew that they were from the same world, before this, but... When Barbara first came, she asked for help. She asked Steph point blank for advice. For thoughts on her world's Barbara.

And got told outright that they weren't the same; to go away; and now Barbara's gone; and someone's comparing the two - like they can just pick and choose in which ways this one resembled the other, and treat them the same?

Dick isn't the only one who's pissed.]

He killed her.

No, he didn't. [It's firm, stating a fact. There was no way it could have happened like that, and he wasn't letting it go.]

Then how'd she show up here?

Because sometimes whatever force that brings people and takes them away again grabs them before they actually die. That's why someone like Tony can go home and come back a few days later. If you want to think she let someone like the Joker kill her that easily, that's your problem, but I know she's fine.

Everybody dies... [The anger's a little muted, now - buried beneath an ocean of miserable; she's not just talking about Barbara.]

[Dick just looks confused for a moment, not sure where she's going with this. Hell, he's not even sure if she knows why he'd give much of a damn about Barbara.] What's that supposed to mean?

It's a thing, Dick; part of being the slayer. Everybody dies; doesn't matter which side they're on. Just dust in the wind.

[She cares; she cares quite a bit. Partially because she liked Barbara herself, and partially because she had finally begun to break through; was finally starting to get through Barbara's shell when everything went to hell.]

It's a thing about what we do, too. [And while he's not necessarily going to directly come out and say I'm Nightwing- Batman, whichever, he wasn't really sure anymore, that's him more or less admitting he's involved in the whole cape and cowl business.]

And I'm not saying you don't get to be upset about it, but getting drunk and making a scene isn't what Barbara would have wanted.

Gonna start wondering how you knew her. [Mostly a deflection; she suspects Barbara would have been just fine with her getting drunk - this Barbara liked to drink - but... the scene? No; she wouldn't have approved of that.]

I had a crush on her since I was twelve. We started dating about three years before I came to the Barge, but it didn't work out. She's still one of my best friends. And your inmate might not have been the same woman? But she was still Barbara, and I know she's fine.

...Whatever you say. [It's hard for her to believe, though.]

I am sorry she's gone.

So's everyone.

[Dick sighs, frustrated, and fights back the urge to just roll his eyes. He gets it, he really does, but he's not in the mood to deal with her immaturity and frustration right now. She wasn't Barbara's warden anymore, she wasn't his problem.] I guess I'll see you around.

Sure thing. [She's not quite looking herself; she's not up for this. She still feels like a failure.]

17 - video and spam for the gym; when it all comes crashing down.

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