She hadn't really realised it until yesterday, but they're getting better. She's getting better. She still has nightmares, but they aren't as plentiful. It's harder to push her into the brainspace where she stops thinking of herself as a person and starts thinking of herself as a tool, as a machine. There are still things, there are still triggers ( Read more... )

Allison logged off of chat and went to find John. Followed him out onto the fire escape, really. She'd never done that before. She'd never found pictures of his allegedly dead father on the internet before either, so there was a first time for everything.

She waited a bit, watching him smoke. Watching him think. Finally: "Okay?"

( all the girls run )

( Your untrue words could kill us both )

( I love you! I love you, please. I love you, John, and you love me. )

Allison has three maps of Gotham laid out on the coffee table, and is looking them over carefully. One map is marked up with green marker, one marked up with red marker and one has not been marked up at all.

Red for bad, green for good.

What could she be doing?

( Don't trip my wire )