i_assist Revenge: A Dish Best Served Cold With a Side of Judy Garland [Max/Babs/Delirium]
Max was lying flopped out on her bed when Babs came in. She watched her enter, upside down and let out a very audible groan.
"Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It," Max said very clearly. That had been the whole point of coming up to her room. She didn't want to talk about Jesse or her mood or the trial or anything else Babs could come up with. She felt confused and horrible enough as it was without talking about the damn thing.
It all bothered her. It was something like a weight sitting on her chest that just kept having things piled on top of it. First the trial, then the verdict, then she'd been fine until she and Jesse had had to go and get into this dumb argument. And to top it all off? Babs had come over to deliver the best news ever. Something was wrong at Arkham.
"Maxine, this is ridiculous. You haven't said a word since I got here.."
Shaking her head, Babs moved closer to Max, looking down at the girl. "I know what you're worried about. There's no point in trying to lock it up like this. You live in a house full of detectives... I don't doubt that we all know what you're worried about."
"So can I worry alone please? 'Sides, that's not all of it."
"Want to share the rest?."
"Babs."
"Maxine." Babs' voice was sterner now. "I thought we'd gotten over this? The whole sneaking around and hiding everything phase?"
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