Room 406, Late Afternoon
Hayley hadn't expected a visitor, let alone Roy Harper. The words he'd said stung in her head. Bianca wasn't a killer... but she was. She couldn't reconcile what he'd said with what she believed, and yet she couldn't shake off his words, either.
She hurried back into her room, tears again wetting her cheeks. She knelt on her bed, looking up at the pictures on her wall. Bianca Steeplechase, the Joker, murderer and druglord smiled down at her. Hayley trembled, thinking of everything she could, even though it hurt. What Dr. Sweets had told her, what Roy had told her, what Bianca had told her...
She started to laugh as she cried. It was a joke. All a big damn joke.
She didn't need these pictures. She didn't need any of them. Bianca, Batman, Batgirl, none of it.
She started to tear at the pictures, ripping them off the wall and crumpling them in her hands as she laughed while she cried.
[ooc: Door closed, post open. Warning that the girl is having a bit of a breakdown]
She hurried back into her room, tears again wetting her cheeks. She knelt on her bed, looking up at the pictures on her wall. Bianca Steeplechase, the Joker, murderer and druglord smiled down at her. Hayley trembled, thinking of everything she could, even though it hurt. What Dr. Sweets had told her, what Roy had told her, what Bianca had told her...
She started to laugh as she cried. It was a joke. All a big damn joke.
She didn't need these pictures. She didn't need any of them. Bianca, Batman, Batgirl, none of it.
She started to tear at the pictures, ripping them off the wall and crumpling them in her hands as she laughed while she cried.
[ooc: Door closed, post open. Warning that the girl is having a bit of a breakdown]