Re: dami/holly apartment
They were a team, that family. She could see it, inside-out and nose up against the glass, all of them locked together but Holly didn't think a lot of a team that didn't call time for breaks. "Did you go to the hospital?" she asked, and she remembered Steph's update, the worry leaching out of type on a tiny screen. "You can learn to stop by yourself, you know,' she told him as his weight sagged against hers, heavy and warm and she was too busy thinking about Bats and birds and the Cat she still didn't know was unharmed to think about whether it was new to be comfortable with someone inside the barricade of rusted locks and walls that wept moisture, or whether it was just exhaustion and the fact she knew baby Wayne? Could handle a knife.
"Superheroing is backflips off buildings, Bat boy, didn't you hear?" She nudged with the flat of her heel, and she wriggled back against the arm of the couch, cheek against the cushion, and her eyes lashed heavy as she looked at the flickering screen. "In capes. It doesn't count without the cape." It was warm, lazy and sleepy but warm and the adrenaline had seeped away along with the dirty shower water and left heaviness behind instead.