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He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Ryan was taken off guard at Juliettee's boldness, but did not mind it one bit. He wasted no time as he returned her soft, small kisses with strong, passionate ones of his own. His fingers strokes her hips. He broke to to look into her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" He just needed to hear her say it was okay.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Ryan closed his eyes and took a deep breath as her warmth moved away from him. He opened his eyes and looked at Juliettee. His gaze washed over her, then glanced back at the bed behind her, and then back to her. "Only on one condition..." He started, a curious light in his eyes. He walked up to her, giving her less and less space, making her take more and more steps backward until the back of her knees met his mattress. He looked at her with pleading eyes. "...will you help make me feel something else?"

Waiola didn't say anything to the first part of Crystal's words. Her eyes darted away for a moment at her question and fell on her plump stomach. "Because I had to. There were new people who needed me and I needed to be there for them." She replied, looking back at her girlfriend. "It's hard, but it's not impossible. And it never completely goes away, the hurt that is, but it mostly goes away."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Tim watched as they loaded Lacy into another ambulance. Both sets of paramedics looked to Tim and Damian and shut the doors, and went on their way to the hospital. The fire fighters fought the fire while the police sealed off the area. A cop came over to Tim and Damian, but before she could say anything, "We were just leaving." Damian answered, knowing that the cop was going to ask them to leave the premises.

As Tim and Damian walked back to Tim's bike, the unmasked Red Robin looked back at the building. "Senna was the one who called for backup, not Dick or Lacy, she called us here." He said. "Yeah, your point, Drake?" Damian asked, putting his helmet on and the flash drive in his pocket. Tim was silent and shook his head. "I don't know, Damian." He answered, talking his own helmet. "I don't know."

Before arriving at the hospital, Tim and Damian had looked and studied the flash drive. They looked at what was on it, after cleaning off Dick's blood and any of the serum that was left on it. They found articles about a young girl's abduction several years before, sex trafficking, and some weird voodoo stuff. Obliviously it was Senna's research on Z.

Upon arrival, they were led up to Dick's and Lacy's room. Because they were married, they were able to room together. Dick was awake but he still seemed out of it. The last of whatever Senna put into his systems was still flushing itself out. All he needed injury wise was a bandaid on his chest.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

The sirens came closer and closer until Tim and Damian saw the lights and the approaching vehicles. Suddenly they were surrounded by people in uniforms. Tim and Damian stepped back from Dick and Lacy as paramedics loomed over the injured couple. "They got caught in the explosion, they said they were just walking by when it happened." Tim lied to the hospital workers. "We were down the street when we heard the bomb and saw the flames and came to help when we saw them on the ground. We're actually friends with them."

A couple of paramedics came down and helped the sleeping Dick up into a stretcher. They checked for a pulse. "He's alive, just unconscious, get him..." They started to treat Dick's chest wound as they brought him into the ambulance. Dick groaned again, his eyes cracking open for a split second. "...se...nna..." Escaped his lips. "...Lacy..." And he was suddenly under the spell again.

A few more paramedics came over with a stretcher for lacy. "Please, you need to lay down on your chest here. We're going to take care of you, Ma'am." One of them looked over Lacy's back, observing her wounds.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"Tired." Ryan replied, looking at her. He blinked and turned his head to the side and was quiet for a few moments. He was obviously thinking things over in his head. He just wanted to go to another one of his dad's stupid movie marathons where he did nothing but geek out about the movie and hit on the movie actress's on the screen while dodging disapproving hits from his wife. "I hate this." He replied. "I hate feeling like this. I want it to stop."

Waiola continued to soothingly stroke Crystal's back, her fingers moving in circles. "I lost someone once, I lost alot people back in my first universe when it got destroyed. I lost the only other girl I dated before that world went to shit. Here I am, alive and well and I've now been to three universes. Years later, it's not even her death that impacted me the most as of now." Waiola said, looking down at Crystal with warm eyes. "It was the deaths of those who I didn't know so well, those people I hung around with and but I wasn't nearly as close to them as I wanted to be. It feel terrible knowing that someone died and you didn't get to know them as well as you liked to."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"Sacker did what?" Damian asked. That didn't sound like the Senna he knew. He looked down at what Lacy had pulled out of Dick's chest. He bent down and picked it up, looking at it. "She stabbed him with a flashdrive?" He asked in an questioning tone.

Tim looked up at the burning building, the sounds of sirens had already started. "Let's get you two to a hospital. You can play the victim, but Gotham is a little ways away and there's no way Dick or you can ride motorcycles back." He was really worried about Senna, but even more worried about what she was going to do next.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

What did Ryan do to have such an understanding girlfriend? He smiled softly at her and began the walk back to his apartment. He didn't have the energy to run back to his dwellings, so they walked. It was a silent walk, but it wasn't a terrible walk. When they got his apartment, he unlocked his front door, turned the lights on inside, and entered. He as just as calm as he had been at the funereal as he shut the door behind them. His apartment was small, just a one room, one bathroom, and one kitchen. That was all he needed. The entrance was in the kitchen. he took off his suit jacket and tie and unbuttoned his button-down shirt. He sighed quietly as he combed his fingers through his ginger spikes.

Waiola's eyes softened at Crystal's embrace. "Oh, baby," She cooed, stroking her back. "Come on, let's sit." She said quietly, leading her over to the sofa and sitting them down. She hated seeing Crystal like this, but Crystal needed to be like this. At least for the moment.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Senna stumbled away from the explosion, slowly loosing mobility with every step. "f***...f*** my life..." She growled as she kept moving. The heat behind her started to die down, but there was a red and orange light on the ground. Senna couldn't help but smile at the thought of that building finally being gone as she disappeared into the city.

"Lacy, Dick!" Tim cried, out of uniform, as he jumped off of his bike and sprinted for the married couple. Damian was with him as well. He didn't say anything but his expression was nothing but concern. "What happened, Where's Senna?" Tim's blue eyes were wide with worry as he crouched down next to Lacy and Dick. His eyes widened as he saw Lacy's back, it was all scratched up and was covered in scales of glass.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Ryan shook his head, his eyes only briefly following his mother. "Let's...let's just go to my apartment. I'm sorry, I just don't feel like I can go too far." He mumbled. He watched as people gave dirt to the hole's depths. He just wasn't ready to leave his yet. He was 19 years old, a superhero, and the only death he had really experienced was the death of Samueal's and Ranji's daughter. Even though Echo was a teammate for a brief amount of time, she wasn't family.

"that sounds like a good idea, Ku`u Lei." Waiola replied, giving her hand a little squeeze.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Senna laid there, silently and not moving. Dick groaned in his unconscious state. Senna had put a venom in his system that would temporarily paralyze him and put him to sleep. It was supposed to wear off in about an hour. She had to make sure he wouldn't interfere. After a long time of stillness, something broke the silence. "I've always wanted to do this." And just like that, Senna got to her feet and reached into her shoe, pulling out one of her throwing disks. "Either you get me or you save Dick. We both know who you're gonna choose." Senna explained as she ran for the window, turning around and throwing the disk at the wall on the other room. The wall exploded, revealing her utility pouches on the other side of the wall. Her pouches began to beep like crazy from the first explosion. "You got 10 seconds before this stupid build explodes, you better get Dick out or it's on you!" Senna screamed as she broke out the window not so gracefully, shattered glass falling down several stories. Lacy's venom was starting to kick in as she started to feel a little dizzy. The glass decorated the ground like a thousand, tiny, filthy diamonds.