She's been pacing her suite, furious and helpless and bored, when he speaks in her mind; face brightening, she flops down on the couch and stretches out.
::What is with that? Whta happened that he is suddenly in charge? I mean, I know you respect hiom and all, and I am confused... what happened two days ago?::
LOve and support and confusion flow along the link.
::He's Nightwing,:: Steph says, with another wave of helpless frustration. ::I can't stop him from doing anything - he's Nightwing. And he decided I needed to be taken charge of, for some reason.::
It's easy to slip aside from what she knows she'll have to say. Too easy.
::Why did he decide that? I dont get what happened... I know we hadnt talked as much as we should have and all, but... did something else happen?::
And he ponders this thought of Nightwing taking over. He wouldnt yield like that... but he has spent his life being independant. He cant fault her for not being the same.
Perhaps catching some of this, Steph sighs, rolling to her feet, and a burst of resentment accompanies her thought.
::I tried to get out the window. He'd sealed it shut. I tried to sneak out past him. He'd done something to the door handle. I trid to fight through him to jump off the balcony to the lake, and he beat me with one hand behind his back. He's Nightwing, Billy. What can't he do? How am I supposed to beat him?::
She paces the length of the suite, and falls back on the couch, giving up.
- she can't. Not when he's trusting her, loving her, not when he's wrapping so much warmth around her. She blanks her features, calls Batman to mind, suppresses her emotions enough to close the link off to almost nothing. Just the words. Just words, words that'll cut him sharper than any knife ever could be - words that might break the link altogether, end any chance at happiness she'd thought she'd found.
Words that have to be said, because he deserves nothing less than the truth.
God. I've screwed up so much.
She takes a deep breath, drags the blanket of forced coldness down again, and sends - just words.
::He saw me kissing Zuko in the Bar the other day.::
The words hit like a ton of bricks. He gasps as shock runs along his nerves, followed by rage and pain and hurt.
Hurt, like a knife inside him, stabbing dee and he is suddenly crying, somehow, he knows time has passed and he isnt sure how or what is happening. How could it go wrong like this? The coldness around the words, the lack of emotiuon, drains him further... hoiw could she be so cold? How....?
::Why? How? I thought.... Why?::
The words are almost incoherant in his confusion and pain.
He can feel some of that and then her taking refuge in coldness, shuting herself off again, that hurts.
He is crying and forcing himself to try to think...
::Why... why did you kiss him? I want to understand, please? I love you... and I dont understand, how you could kiss him, even thinking of kissing him....::
She's been pacing her suite, furious and helpless and bored, when he speaks in her mind; face brightening, she flops down on the couch and stretches out.
::Hi!::
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::Hi! How are you? What is going on?::
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LOve and support and confusion flow along the link.
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It's easy to slip aside from what she knows she'll have to say. Too easy.
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And he ponders this thought of Nightwing taking over. He wouldnt yield like that... but he has spent his life being independant. He cant fault her for not being the same.
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::I tried to get out the window. He'd sealed it shut. I tried to sneak out past him. He'd done something to the door handle. I trid to fight through him to jump off the balcony to the lake, and he beat me with one hand behind his back. He's Nightwing, Billy. What can't he do? How am I supposed to beat him?::
She paces the length of the suite, and falls back on the couch, giving up.
::He thinks I'm out of control.::
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He blinks at that last.
::Why?::
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::I ...::
It's - so hard to force herself even to think it, to Billy.
::He saw me - in the Bar. Uh.::
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He sends that thought as strong as he can, support for her flowing along the link, an warmth.
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- she can't. Not when he's trusting her, loving her, not when he's wrapping so much warmth around her. She blanks her features, calls Batman to mind, suppresses her emotions enough to close the link off to almost nothing. Just the words. Just words, words that'll cut him sharper than any knife ever could be - words that might break the link altogether, end any chance at happiness she'd thought she'd found.
Words that have to be said, because he deserves nothing less than the truth.
God. I've screwed up so much.
She takes a deep breath, drags the blanket of forced coldness down again, and sends - just words.
::He saw me kissing Zuko in the Bar the other day.::
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Hurt, like a knife inside him, stabbing dee and he is suddenly crying, somehow, he knows time has passed and he isnt sure how or what is happening. How could it go wrong like this? The coldness around the words, the lack of emotiuon, drains him further... hoiw could she be so cold? How....?
::Why? How? I thought.... Why?::
The words are almost incoherant in his confusion and pain.
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She can't breathe, can't think. It's so much - it's so - it's -
::it wasn't anything:: she manages, curled tightly in on herself, hollow and aching. ::it wasn't - like that. i don't even like him.::
She takes refuge in coldness, again, forcing herself to breathe, open her eyes, calm. Calm.
She's cold. All over. Not shivering, but cold, hands limp on the couch.
That way she doesn't have to hate herself so much.
::i'm sorry::
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He is crying and forcing himself to try to think...
::Why... why did you kiss him? I want to understand, please? I love you... and I dont understand, how you could kiss him, even thinking of kissing him....::
He breaks off not knowing what to say.
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The words are out befoe he can stop them, coated in fear and he trembles like a leaf in the wind.
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