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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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[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.