not since I was younger
Who: Mindy (and Damian) and OTHERS??
What: Waking up... in the castle again.
Where: Their room.
When: Thursday. Early, early morning.
Notes: 666 AU Loss. It moved them to a shared room, but all of their respective "kid-stuff" would still be in their old rooms. So, feel free to run into her on the way to her old room. Or on the way to the kitchen. Or on the way outside. ANYWHERE.
There was a chance that he wasn't actually sound asleep, but she was well beyond actually caring if he knew what she was doing. Bare feet padded against the cool surface of the hardwood floors, moving toward the dresser where the first bottle was. This was her routine and she was pretty positive he knew about it. Every morning, she'd count the pills. She never said anything about it. Why would she? He wouldn't have listened and having to deal with Damian off the drugs wasn't any better of a scenario. Gotham needed him. Gotham couldn't afford to have a two month break just so he could clean up and she couldn't handle it all on her own. Her fingers moved the pills across her palm before she dropped them all back into the bottle. From there she moved to the bathroom, casting him a glance and frowning lightly. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled it through her nose as she entered the bathroom. Her eyes had already adjusted to the dim lighting, no need to flip on the harshness of the overhead light. If anything that would actually wake up Damian if he was really sleeping. She didn't need him bitching at her this early. Still, he hadn't moved from the spot she'd left him in, which wasn't exactly alarming. There was a chance the fight from last had hit him harder than she'd realized, but considering her current count she was positive he wasn't feeling very much of it.
Glancing in the mirror she let her eyes refocus, opening them a bit wider and trying to wake up more. Mindy turned to the side a bit, taking a look at the bruises that were healing along her side. Her Kevlar probably had a sizable ding in it after that fall, but she'd figure out how to fix it before nightfall. The pill count was lower than she had expected, but she also knew that the beating they took last night wasn't of the usual range. Her palm raked across the top of the bottle, letting the pills drop back down into it before she placed it back on the shelf in the medicine cabinet. Turning to let her back face the bathroom mirror, she glanced over her shoulder to look at the gash that she'd gotten from sliding down that wall last week. It looked like she'd been in a motorcycle accident, the scabs seeming to heal up nicely. Turning back around, she ran the water, rinsing her hands off and running her damp palm over her features. With another deep exhale, her hands pushed off the edge of the sink as she left the room and headed toward the door. She really wanted something to eat and she was supposed to meet with Marcus that afternoon. He was relentless and hadn't exactly given up on her yet. It was admirable... as much as it was annoying.
Her fingertip tugged at the backside of her panties, trying to shift them to cover more of her ass as she headed to the door. Opening it she stopped short. That wasn't Wayne Manor. Standing there for a moment she tried to figure things out. It looked familiar. Mindy made a soft frustrated sound when she figured it out. The door shut and she stood there for a bit longer, staring at the back of the door. Her fingers ran through the tangle of blond hair, snagging on the knots and yanking a bit when she came to the parts that weren't going to just come loose.
Eventually, she ended up taking a seat on a chair. Her legs lifted up off the floor, soles of her feet pressing against the edge of the seat as her arms folded over her knees. She needed to tell him, but that wasn't going to go over so well. They had plans today. Plans that didn't include a fucked-up castle with a horrible habit of kidnapping them. Plans, she didn't want to skip. Now though, she had the fucked-up castle and all that it entailed. Getting up off the chair, she moved to the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. Tugging them on, she glanced to him again. She was still hungry and she didn't really feel like being the one to break the news to him that the big heist they were planning on stopping was going to have to wait.
So she bailed. It was easier, plus, the odds that anyone would recognize her were slim to none. Plus, she had to find her journal.
What: Waking up... in the castle again.
Where: Their room.
When: Thursday. Early, early morning.
Notes: 666 AU Loss. It moved them to a shared room, but all of their respective "kid-stuff" would still be in their old rooms. So, feel free to run into her on the way to her old room. Or on the way to the kitchen. Or on the way outside. ANYWHERE.
There was a chance that he wasn't actually sound asleep, but she was well beyond actually caring if he knew what she was doing. Bare feet padded against the cool surface of the hardwood floors, moving toward the dresser where the first bottle was. This was her routine and she was pretty positive he knew about it. Every morning, she'd count the pills. She never said anything about it. Why would she? He wouldn't have listened and having to deal with Damian off the drugs wasn't any better of a scenario. Gotham needed him. Gotham couldn't afford to have a two month break just so he could clean up and she couldn't handle it all on her own. Her fingers moved the pills across her palm before she dropped them all back into the bottle. From there she moved to the bathroom, casting him a glance and frowning lightly. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled it through her nose as she entered the bathroom. Her eyes had already adjusted to the dim lighting, no need to flip on the harshness of the overhead light. If anything that would actually wake up Damian if he was really sleeping. She didn't need him bitching at her this early. Still, he hadn't moved from the spot she'd left him in, which wasn't exactly alarming. There was a chance the fight from last had hit him harder than she'd realized, but considering her current count she was positive he wasn't feeling very much of it.
Glancing in the mirror she let her eyes refocus, opening them a bit wider and trying to wake up more. Mindy turned to the side a bit, taking a look at the bruises that were healing along her side. Her Kevlar probably had a sizable ding in it after that fall, but she'd figure out how to fix it before nightfall. The pill count was lower than she had expected, but she also knew that the beating they took last night wasn't of the usual range. Her palm raked across the top of the bottle, letting the pills drop back down into it before she placed it back on the shelf in the medicine cabinet. Turning to let her back face the bathroom mirror, she glanced over her shoulder to look at the gash that she'd gotten from sliding down that wall last week. It looked like she'd been in a motorcycle accident, the scabs seeming to heal up nicely. Turning back around, she ran the water, rinsing her hands off and running her damp palm over her features. With another deep exhale, her hands pushed off the edge of the sink as she left the room and headed toward the door. She really wanted something to eat and she was supposed to meet with Marcus that afternoon. He was relentless and hadn't exactly given up on her yet. It was admirable... as much as it was annoying.
Her fingertip tugged at the backside of her panties, trying to shift them to cover more of her ass as she headed to the door. Opening it she stopped short. That wasn't Wayne Manor. Standing there for a moment she tried to figure things out. It looked familiar. Mindy made a soft frustrated sound when she figured it out. The door shut and she stood there for a bit longer, staring at the back of the door. Her fingers ran through the tangle of blond hair, snagging on the knots and yanking a bit when she came to the parts that weren't going to just come loose.
Eventually, she ended up taking a seat on a chair. Her legs lifted up off the floor, soles of her feet pressing against the edge of the seat as her arms folded over her knees. She needed to tell him, but that wasn't going to go over so well. They had plans today. Plans that didn't include a fucked-up castle with a horrible habit of kidnapping them. Plans, she didn't want to skip. Now though, she had the fucked-up castle and all that it entailed. Getting up off the chair, she moved to the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. Tugging them on, she glanced to him again. She was still hungry and she didn't really feel like being the one to break the news to him that the big heist they were planning on stopping was going to have to wait.
So she bailed. It was easier, plus, the odds that anyone would recognize her were slim to none. Plus, she had to find her journal.