Post by Countess on Nov 20, 2024 22:33:31 GMT
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Barbara says, carefully moving. She can stand a little better now, not much, but better. She thinks a lot of the wooziness before had been blood loss. Figures. As she crosses the room, she takes a little detour to a cabinet, opening it with care. Inside are various little sterile packages. They are labeled, conveniently, and she takes three: Pain, Infection, and Recovery. Her breaths are shallow as she holds them out to Damian to tear open for her. "Mind getting these?" she asks. "Fingers," she says, doing soft little spirit fingers to make mention of her splints again.
Barbara listens as Jun explains herself a little more, filing the information away even as her head swims. Pre-Meiji? "Alright. Okay," she murmurs, popping pills into her mouth to start dry swallowing them. It is difficult, but it gets the job done. "There is a lot to catch up on... but not too much," she says, trying to look on the bright side. Babs continues her trek over to the telepad, careful and slow. She isn't going to ruin Dames and Jun's hard work, not again.
"What deception?" Babs asks, puzzled. "You told me what I needed to know at the time, and now you are expounding, since my life isn't in direct danger anymore. Sounds like you handled yourself perfectly, focusing on what was important," Babs praises, immediately and confidently sweeping aside the other woman's guilt. "I don't need carrying. I can do this. I got legs, don't I?" she says, smiling wryly. She shares a look with Damian. Another attempt at dark humor. If this doesn't kill her, Damian will for her incessant jokes.
"I have more at my place," Barbara says, shaking her head. "This was really more of a pitstop than anything... I've got more, better, and more tailored to myself and Renegade in the Temple of Delphi," she says, smirking a little at her dumb name for her Batcave. Better than The Quiver. "Don't worry, no fumes," she continues to joke. Better than the alternative, right?
"We have to step on this at the same time..." Babs says as she approaches the telepad. "Once we do, Renegade, mind doing the honors? I don't think I can focus on one spot..."
Barbara listens as Jun explains herself a little more, filing the information away even as her head swims. Pre-Meiji? "Alright. Okay," she murmurs, popping pills into her mouth to start dry swallowing them. It is difficult, but it gets the job done. "There is a lot to catch up on... but not too much," she says, trying to look on the bright side. Babs continues her trek over to the telepad, careful and slow. She isn't going to ruin Dames and Jun's hard work, not again.
"What deception?" Babs asks, puzzled. "You told me what I needed to know at the time, and now you are expounding, since my life isn't in direct danger anymore. Sounds like you handled yourself perfectly, focusing on what was important," Babs praises, immediately and confidently sweeping aside the other woman's guilt. "I don't need carrying. I can do this. I got legs, don't I?" she says, smiling wryly. She shares a look with Damian. Another attempt at dark humor. If this doesn't kill her, Damian will for her incessant jokes.
"I have more at my place," Barbara says, shaking her head. "This was really more of a pitstop than anything... I've got more, better, and more tailored to myself and Renegade in the Temple of Delphi," she says, smirking a little at her dumb name for her Batcave. Better than The Quiver. "Don't worry, no fumes," she continues to joke. Better than the alternative, right?
"We have to step on this at the same time..." Babs says as she approaches the telepad. "Once we do, Renegade, mind doing the honors? I don't think I can focus on one spot..."
