Who: Darcy and Bruce What: Bruce comes home a little late Where: Their apartment When: Backdated for Jan 2 Rating: TBD, language most likely Status: Closed/Ongoing
Darcy was...making it work. She was used to spending most days lone with Jacob while Bruce was at the hospital but somehow not knowing if he'd show up at their door at the end of the day made it all feel a little different. She kept glancing toward the door, getting lost in her thoughts and generally feeling little but distant from her son. Which just made her feel all the worse. She'd kept herself covered in long sleeves and sweats and if Jacob saw the few bruises that poked out above her collar he didn't say anything, which she was more than grateful for. Under other circumstances she would have thought it funny, like the hickeys she tried to hide in high school with scarves and badly applied makeup but as it was she felt far too much like she was hiding for all the wrong, scary feelings.
She put Jacob to bed a few cartoons late, still silently hoping Bruce would walk through the door and they could say good night, but he didn't so she needed to get him to sleep. He still believed that Bruce was off on some science adventure and though he seemed to understand that something was going on, he didn't ask questions about Bruce other than what she knew about his science. So at least there was that.
Once he seemed to be asleep and the house was quiet she pulled a blanket off of their bed and wrapped it around her, sitting on the couch in the silence. She couldn't sleep in the bed, she'd figured that out after a fitful rest the first night he was gone when she was far more tired than she was now. Eventually she turned on the tv, just to drown out the silence of her head but if she were asked what was on she wouldn't be able to tell anyone, she just...couldn't think about anything else. Already deciding that if he wasn't back by morning she was looking for him, whether he liked it or not.