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[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

(This scene is a continuation of events from this scene.)

When Brainwave appeared, it was like something out of Beirut, or Iraq.

Or Kahndaq.

He knew the television feed went down, but there were dozens of reports at a "safe distance" away, still scribbling furiously.

And a warehouse was on fire and no one was doing anything about it.

He reached out.  This entire area had Mr. Mind's psychic stench all over it, but it was so pervasive that he wasn't sure if there was current mind control or not, or if Psimon was still in the vicinity.

No doubt, he needed some assistance.  He looks around, and notices a red-hooded figure.   He recognizes her as Omen, the Titans resident telepath.

And she looks...intent.  

Trying to be as subtle as possible, Brainwave attempts to find what exactly is going on.

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[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

From some distance away, he can hear her voice:

"Damage? Have you seen him? No, I promise I don't have a head injury. Okay, maybe a little, but I'm looking for Damage. He's a Titan, like me. Please, is he all right?"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

A green tendril reaches out and gently grabs Mar'i by the wrist and turns her in the correct direction.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

She flies as quickly as the green tendril will permit. "Damage? Oh!" She nods respectfully at the Green Lantern. "Ma'am, is he okay?"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"He's a little woozy." Arisia is working on other things at the moment but she has enough multitasking ability to give her that comment.

"Shoulder will need someone to set it."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

She sounds very, very far away, almost as if she's still on Earth and is trying to talk to him through a can attached to a very long string. But he hears her. And despite the pain in his head and his shoulder, Damage manages to sit up.

"Nighstar...?" the Titan asks weakly, his dark eyes shifting back and forth, trying to find her. Green energy or no, the fact that he keeps moving isn't doing anything for that separated shoulder.

"Nightstar?" Grant asks again, a little louder this time, his voice wavering, weak.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I'm here." She flies to his bedside. "Shhh. You should lie back and rest."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Grant turns his face toward her, and although it hurts like hell, he manages a smile, holding out his left hand to her. His right arm is immobilized, and she can probably tell there's something wrong with it. "I..." he begins, opening his mouth as if to speak further, settling back against the pillow.

"I tried to find you...I didn't...Nightstar, I'm sorry. I couldn't find you, and Superman, he..." Clearly, he's not in the best of sorts, rambling, somewhat incoherent. He must have gotten hit harder than he realized. Damage looks up at her, tears welling in his eyes, his chin trembling as he tries to maintain his composure.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

She takes his hand in hers. "I'm okay," she says reassuringly, though he can tell by the way she moves she's still hurting, and there are bruises visible on her face. "It's okay. You can cry if you want. I'm here."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Grant squeezes her hand harder than he probably should, a residual power aura shimmering around his fingertips, but he knows she's stronger than him. He swallows hard, shifting a little on the bed, closing his eyes and turning his face to the side. He doesn't want her to see him cry, not now, not when there's so much at stake.

Damage finally looks up at her again, his face streaked with newly shed tears, his fingers remaining firmly wrapped about her hand. "We've...we've got to fix this," he finally says.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"We will." Mar'i raises his hand to her lips, softly kissing his fingers. "We'll figure something out. Nightwing, or Batman ... someone will have a plan."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

"Batman...?" he asks, his eyes widening a little. Batman was here? He doesn't even know what happened to Nightwing. The Founder was supposed to be in the second wave, infiltrating the facility, trying to look for...for someone who was never there in the first place.

Grant's hand relaxes around Mar'i's as she kisses his fingers and the youth swallows hard, nodding slowly. "Yeah..." he murmurs, lowering her hand with his own, pulling it to his chest, breathing deeply, wincing as he does so. That's what heroes do - real heroes. They come up with a plan, they find a way.

"Superman...hits...really hard..." Grant murmurs, closing his eyes, chuckling softly. Any little bit of humor he can manage at this point, something to alleviate the pain.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

She giggles and presses her cheek against his hand. "Yeah. I bet he does." With her free hand she reaches out to brush his hair into place. "You look like you feel awful."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

"That's a pretty fair assessment," Grant murmurs, turning his head toward her hand as she toys with his hair. He's not sure how he's ever going to live this down. It's not the part about getting beaten by Superman. That could happen to anyone.

The real source of embarassment is that he fought him at all. That and...It doesn't matter...he was being controlled, too, right?

"Don't feel quite as bad, but...I'm sure I probably feel worse than I look," he says quietly. Damage rubs his thumb over the back of her hand, eyes half-lidded. "You've been crying," he murmurs, studying her face for a moment, giving her hand another reassuring squeeze.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

She nods quietly. "When I saw--" Her voice catches, then steadies. "When I saw what we did."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

If only he could sit up! Clearly, she's as upset as he is, maybe moreso. Unable to do much else, Grant bring Mar'i's fingers to his lips, kissing them softly, squeezing her fingers tightly, looking up at her again. "I know..." he breathes, trying to make himself more comfortable on the hospital bed.

He didn't want to say anything - he knows she's trying to be strong for both of them, but his concern finally overrides his better judgement. "You're hurt," Damage says softly, obvious worry etched over his bruised countenance.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

She nods at her free wrist. "It's sprained, but not broken. I'll be fine. I can still fly."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Damage's eyes flick to her wrist, noting the bruises there, his frown deepening as he looks up at her glowing green eyes again. Earlier in the day, before any of this had happened, he had promised her that they would fix this, that everything would be alright, that the children would be safe. Despite what's happened, he still believes it.

"We're going to fix this," Grant says quietly, giving her another weak, lop-sided smile. "You should go check on the others...I'm not going anywhere for a little while," he adds, the smile widening a little.

"Thank you for finding me."

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Always." She gives him a grin that looks almost normal. "Titans together. Right?"

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

It's a genuine, if somewhat exhausted and battered smile that is on his lips now as he watches her smile back at him, delivering the familiar team motto. "Always," Grant replies, nodding as best as he's able. He looks at her fondly, thinking to himself about how lucky he is to have found someone so amazing.

Bringing her hand to his lips, Damage kisses her fingers again, then releases her hand, closing his eyes. "Don't know how long I'll be out for. Tell me when we get ready to move again," says the Titan with the busted face and the separated shoulder. He's nothing if not determined.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I will," she promises. She bends down to give him a kiss on the forehead, then heads out of the sickbay.