Fourteen goddamn days. A bloody fortnight she'd been holding on to that bottle of morphine she'd nicked from Nurse Ratchet's room. She'd known when she'd taken them she'd have to wait a bit; Marco was a traumatized little leech, and he hadn't been spending a lot of time in his own room. Daphne hadn't really expected that to go on for so long. Well, she would have believed Marco would try, she just wouldn't have imagined that his little would put up with it for so long. At some point Oliver would tell him to pull up his big boy pants and go sleep in his own room, right? Wrong. Even after he started taking his meals out of the closet goth's arse Marco was still sleeping with him.
Daphne waited. She didn't like holding on to those pills, knowing it could come back around on her badly if she was ever caught with them, but she kept them hidden in her room and hoped for the best. Finally Marco had started sleeping in his room again, or at least he had once, and now the goddamn power was out. Daphne had watched him in the bat cave, and once it was clear he was going to stay with Juno tonight she thought this might be a good time. She didn't like it though. She hated that climb to and from her room, and by the time she actually got to Marco's floor everything could have changed. She didn't like doing anything hands on without being able to insure her timing a little better. Over the long climb she'd gone back and forth on whether or not she'd plant them tonight, until she reached her room, caught her breath, and decided fuck it. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie and took a look at herself in her bathroom mirror. With all the layers she wore and the hood covering her head, she could easily have been mistaken for... well, anybody. Juno, or even Marco himself. She didn't expect to encounter anybody, but if she did she'd re-evaluate. Say she was just wandering and couldn't sleep. If seen but not confronted, someone might just think Juno or Marco was going into his room.
Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about it. She encountered no one in her walk to Marco's room. The only iffy moment was when she opened Marco's door. It would have been a nasty shock to find him inside for some reason, and in her head she'd worked up a thousand different excuses, but she had nothing to worry about. She took a quick look around the room with the flashlight, breathed a sigh of relief at finding it was empty, and headed into Marco's bathroom.
There were a few towels folded on a shelf set into the tub. Daphne crouched down, pulled the bottle out of her pocket, and stuffed it into the fold of the top one. When next he grabbed a towel (if he ever did, Daphne could not forget how often he had to be reminded to bathe), the bottle would fall onto the floor. She'd thought long and hard on where to stash them, but this seemed like the best place. He'd sometimes hid his drug kit there, so it felt natural.
Daphne couldn't help but feel a little lighter as she left the room, once again encountering no one. Fourteen days she'd waited, and odds were good she'd have to wait a few more before he caved and took them. But she had every confidence that he would. And then the world would crash down around him.