Forward dated to after Iris-Roderick shenanigans

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[Private to Barbara Gordon]

We oughta do a check in, you and me.

[he's seething but managing to hide it. Kind of.]

[Private to Iris]

[This is the first time she's ever death tolled that he hasn't waited at her side for her to wake up. But he knows himself, and he knows that right now the safest thing for everyone is if he is nowhere near her.

So instead there's a message waiting for her.]

You've got a lot of fuckin' nerve doing what you did, darlin'.


[spam]

[And between all that he'll be wandering, mostly hanging out at the pool, which so far has only pretty happy memories. Nothing that he has the urge to scream at or shoot; progress!

Feel free to come poke the bear.]

Comments

[text/private]

[routemistress]

because you have no idea what it's like, of course.

yes, I have and that wasn't news to you.

it was needed. i'm sorry

[spam]

[tucky]

[When Tiffany sees David go into the pool, she doesn't hesitate to run back to her room, change into her swimsuit and put her clothes on over it, and then rush back, hoping that he's still in there. As an inmate, she can't get into the pool without being let in, and the easiest way to do that is either to flag down a passing warden, or wait until someone goes in and then follow them. Today, she's doing the latter.

She knocks on the door.]

Hey! Can I come in?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[It isn't that Dean is any more or less convinced about what this place is or isn't; it's that he's had to learn perseverance not so much above all else but around, under, through all else. It's persevere or go mad, and he did his very best.

Besides, he's been in worse Hells than this one. There's a pool, which is easily the most obvious and unlikely reminder of this. Dean doesn't swim, but sometimes after his shift in the kitchens but before he's ready to sleep he wanders up there to smell the chlorine, watch the artificially clear water, and remember where he isn't.

Which is what he's doing when he glances up and sees Cain. He's fully dressed in jeans, boots, and layered shirts with no obvious intention of getting in the water or moving from the pool chair he's stretched out in; he has an unlit cigarette in his hand, a smudge of spaghetti sauce on his cheek, and a detached expression when he glances over.]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara is angry too, but it's a quiet, sad sort of anger.]

Agreed.