Re: [quicklog: gotham ground zero]
[Damian had extracted himself and the drill, cleared an entrance for Barbara, and stood now, with some patience, to the side. He had removed the machinery from his shoulders and stood with green boots wide in concrete dust and rubble. He focused his attention on Barbara's anchor, on making certain there was no slippage as it held her weight descending. At one point, he placed a gloved hand on the support post. It was all idle and thoughtless, and he ought to have been paying more mind to the rescue efforts.
It could all be chalked up to lack of sleep, inundation of poison, several blows to the head, or perhaps something more insidious, that distance that existed in seaglass eyes, shining and too-pale twins. He realized quite belatedly his stomach felt as if it was attempting to digest broken glass, churning crystalline soda and lime against stomach lining and ulcering it, abrading it. It was detonation in gut and a clammy sweat broke out along his hairline, hoodless as he was.
It was the physical turmoil he was focused on when he heard Barbara's voice in his ear, close, and he grounded himself with heels and teeth cutting the skin of his bottom lip. Blood on the tongue muted copper.] Affirmative. [He moved near the cavity and readied himself to receive.]