Light in the darkness
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jla_watchtowerNightwing doesn't wait to see who's in the teleportation room. He doesn't stop to talk to anyone as he tears through the Watchtower's complex corridors. He has only one thing on his mind since he got word from Oracle.
Mary.
Infused with a new energy, he reaches the infirmary in record time. And one of the first things he hears even before he steps inside is the crying - oh, God, the healthy crying - of his daughter.
He stands near the doorway for a moment, and opens his private comms. His voice is barely above that of a whisper.
Do you hear that?
Mary.
Infused with a new energy, he reaches the infirmary in record time. And one of the first things he hears even before he steps inside is the crying - oh, God, the healthy crying - of his daughter.
He stands near the doorway for a moment, and opens his private comms. His voice is barely above that of a whisper.
Do you hear that?
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Date: 2006-11-23 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 04:29 am (UTC)She sits back, reaching for the gauntlet in her father's hand as he watches with the dopiest grin on his face. How the hell can she be this happy with all she's been through?
Yeah, baby. We'll be going home soon, okay? Say hi to mommy!
"Hi Mama!"
And then, she leans over and plants a wet one on his glove.
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Date: 2006-11-23 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 04:44 am (UTC)They're just waiting on a final blood draw to come back -- Honey, no... hold on, I'll get you something a little better to chew on.
She looks up at him, eyebrows rising to her hairline.
"Gowfiss?"
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Date: 2006-11-23 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 04:53 am (UTC)...
I don't think there's any Goldfish on the moon, Mary.
"No gowfiss?"
She still looks pale. And there are bandages on her arm from the IV line she's had in. But she's okay. And that's all that matters.
I should talk to J'onn about that...
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Date: 2006-11-23 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 05:08 am (UTC)Thirty minutes.
He strokes the baby's head softly.
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 12:55 pm (UTC)A balled fist comes up to rub at her face as she snuggles closer - if that's even possible. He turns around, and lifts Mary's arm in his hand in a wave at the surveillance camera.
She yawns.
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Date: 2006-11-23 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 01:05 pm (UTC)Twenty-nine minutes and counting, hot stuff.
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Date: 2006-11-23 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 01:28 pm (UTC)To think, just a short time ago, he muses, that he wasn't sure he'd ever get to hold her like this again. And he knows his wife is desperate for their return so she can do the same.
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Date: 2006-11-23 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 01:37 pm (UTC)She's fine.
Another pause, and then, just so she can hear alone:
I love you.
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Date: 2006-11-23 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 01:52 pm (UTC)