Give me shelter from the storm (Harry/Dinah log, complete)
It had been over 48 hours since Dinah first discovered Jake missing. She’d slept for maybe two hours in that time. She was running on nothing but fumes, and she was starting to run out of the hope that the next person she questioned would somehow have the answers that would lead her to Jake.
The Joker had him. That was the only thought that kept her going, that drove her to haunt everywhere she could think of, beating up anyone that might have answers and an inclination not talk to her. There had already been information that led to nowhere, a string of false leads and the sense of a wild goose chase.
She was getting sloppy, and edgy. She knew this. Dinah finally had to tear herself away from the warehouse district, reminding herself that she wasn’t going to help Jake unless she was smart about her approach.
She considered returning to the Clock Tower, but remembered how it had felt to go back there the previous morning. It was empty, a hollow reminder of the fact that she’d failed Jake.
Instead, Dinah tried to call Harry. When he didn’t answer, she wasn’t entirely surprised. Disappointed, but she knew that meant that he was probably just as hard at work on his end. Which also meant that he probably needed a dinner break just as much as she did. She managed to find the little Italian restaurant by the Clock Tower again. Not a sign of a good day as she’d taken it on Sunday, but it was a comfort all the same. She picked up two healthy carry-out boxes of pasta and headed for Harry’s.
( The nightmares never really go away. Not forever. )
The Joker had him. That was the only thought that kept her going, that drove her to haunt everywhere she could think of, beating up anyone that might have answers and an inclination not talk to her. There had already been information that led to nowhere, a string of false leads and the sense of a wild goose chase.
She was getting sloppy, and edgy. She knew this. Dinah finally had to tear herself away from the warehouse district, reminding herself that she wasn’t going to help Jake unless she was smart about her approach.
She considered returning to the Clock Tower, but remembered how it had felt to go back there the previous morning. It was empty, a hollow reminder of the fact that she’d failed Jake.
Instead, Dinah tried to call Harry. When he didn’t answer, she wasn’t entirely surprised. Disappointed, but she knew that meant that he was probably just as hard at work on his end. Which also meant that he probably needed a dinner break just as much as she did. She managed to find the little Italian restaurant by the Clock Tower again. Not a sign of a good day as she’d taken it on Sunday, but it was a comfort all the same. She picked up two healthy carry-out boxes of pasta and headed for Harry’s.
( The nightmares never really go away. Not forever. )