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I can feel the dawn coming, I can sense it in my bones and in my blood even without a clock or Barbara telling me- no, ordering me to come home. The island acts on instinct rather than words waking naturally or with the animals and falling into bed when tired. I cannot do that, I have to be better and push through. I am tired, I can feel it but I am also- hnnn, excited at what is waiting for me at home.
No, not what- who. Stephanie. I knew and I didn't know, it is hard to explain with words how I feel. She makes me feel like I am home. She makes me feel like I can be redeemed, like I can be normal. I don't know how to tell him or what to tell him. I don't think I will. World's Greatest Detective. He will figure it out and when he does he will speak to me with his body and I will know. For now, like the island, I have to act on instinct and it is telling me to go home... to Steph.
I creep through our home silently and move into the room, discarding my mask and closing the door behind me. My uniform is the only thing I take my time with to fold, it is precious but I know the rest of my clothes are littering the floor waiting for Alfred to come and tidy (but he won't, he's not here.). I reach behind me, feeling fresh bruises as I slip my belt off and suit. Pulling each layer down and off and placing them to one side until I am naked. I know she is awake, I can feel her eyes. I walk to her and flop bonelessly into our bed, lying face down on a pillow as I stretch my hand out, reaching for her tiredly.
"Nngggh," I manage to make a noise buried in the fabric before my hand reaches something warm and soft.
Home, Steph, Alive.
My favourite words.
No, not what- who. Stephanie. I knew and I didn't know, it is hard to explain with words how I feel. She makes me feel like I am home. She makes me feel like I can be redeemed, like I can be normal. I don't know how to tell him or what to tell him. I don't think I will. World's Greatest Detective. He will figure it out and when he does he will speak to me with his body and I will know. For now, like the island, I have to act on instinct and it is telling me to go home... to Steph.
I creep through our home silently and move into the room, discarding my mask and closing the door behind me. My uniform is the only thing I take my time with to fold, it is precious but I know the rest of my clothes are littering the floor waiting for Alfred to come and tidy (but he won't, he's not here.). I reach behind me, feeling fresh bruises as I slip my belt off and suit. Pulling each layer down and off and placing them to one side until I am naked. I know she is awake, I can feel her eyes. I walk to her and flop bonelessly into our bed, lying face down on a pillow as I stretch my hand out, reaching for her tiredly.
"Nngggh," I manage to make a noise buried in the fabric before my hand reaches something warm and soft.
Home, Steph, Alive.
My favourite words.