[he's, perhaps, a little more gruff than usual. And also he's bandaging his own arm, which promptly stains right through the bandage, and he tsks and applies heavier pressure to it.]
[For the most part he has overcome the negativity and guilt that had
made him an inmate, but he has to admit, it's easier to be optimistic with
someone else leading the way. And hell, he wouldn't have called himself a
follower before, but here they are.]
Hey, are you still in touch with your family? I mean were you, back home?
A little bit, sometimes. Some of them. They didn't come visit me in prison 'cause they were too far away, and some of them were in prison too, but I talked to people on the phone sometimes.
[Ouch. He tries not to wince but doesn't quite stop it.]
Yeah. I guess I am. Used to be I blamed myself more than she blamed me...I
hope it's still true but I doubt it.
You aren't anything like her, but I try to tell myself she might be more
like you someday, when she figures her life out, figures out how to be
around people.
[The responding smile is fierce, almost feral.] Dealt with 'em. [And she won't deny it felt good. Cutting loose, wrecking carnage. She couldn't even do that as Batgirl, not really.]
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