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Welcome to Gotham (Private)

LACY looked up from her hands towards the holoscreen. “That’s her father alright,” she confirmed. “God, He’s going to be p*ssed it finds out his file has been stolen.” She stared at the screen as she scanned through the information. “Doesn’t say anything about what property he owns. Do you think Senna could find a unlisted house in the middle of nowhere with the information she found?”

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

Juliettee bounces up to her feet and smoothed her dress out. She padded over to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. She pursed her lips at his comment. “Your father loved what he did,” she added. She wished she could say the same about her parents undoing. “He’s in a better place now.”

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy had a calm expression but her rigid posture was anything but relaxed. "Ba tid-" she started to say before cutting herself short and closing her eyes for a second. She muttered "English" under her breath before opening her eyes again. "Other than the burning on my back, fan-f*cking-tastic," she told him. None of her anger was directing towards them but she was still livid nonetheless. Leaning forwards, she propped her elbows on her knees and put her head in her hands. "Was there anything about Z's parents on the flashdrive? Anything mentioning her father specifically?" she asked, keeping her head in her hands.

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

Juliettee let him crawl away from her, leaving her lying on her stomach with her arms crossed under her head. She watched him put on his sweatpants and walk over to the kitchen. "Sure," she replied. The afterglow of their moment was starting to wear off and she was back to worrying about him. "You don't need to apologize," she told him. pushing herself up to sit back on her calves. She shifted towards the edge of the bed and scooped up her undergarments to slip back into them.

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

Juliettee gaze him a curious look at his starting words, standing her ground until he kept going to make her back up. When the back of her knees hit the bed, her heart skipped a beat as she reached up to catch onto to his shoulders so she didn't fall backwards. Her eyebrows rose at his suggestive tone before her eyes darted away for a second. In the low light, it was easy to tell that she was blushing. This wasn't how she was expecting her night to come to. Not that she was complaining, however.
She pushed her foot off the bed, spinning him around and sitting him on the edge. "I can help with that," she murmured, hiking up her dress a little so that she could put a knee next to him and sitting on his lap. She placed his hands on her hips then gently pecking his lips.

Crystal let her hands fall to her lap from scrubbing at her eyes and she stared down at them. All she responded with was a soft, "Yeah". She adjusted her head so that it was resting against Waiola's chest and she placed a gentle hand on her swollen stomach. God, she was lucky to have Waiola in her life.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy was stationed in a bed next to Dick's, but she was fully awake and sitting on the edge of the bed with her phone to her ear. She had been changed into hospital shirt and shorts so that the wounds on her back and leg could be treated. Her back felt worse now that it had been treated than before. The doctors had told her to lay on her stomach and restrain her tensing her muscles but the only doctor she would ever listen to was her mother. She was talking in quick, hush tone in her native language without taking a breath between sentences. She looked up when Tim and Damian walked into the room, and ended her phone call abruptly with a short goodbye.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy worriedly watched as they carried Dick away, hearing the words that escaped his lips. She obeyed the paramedics demands and settled herself on the stretcher with her back facing up. It hurt her to move, she could feel the shards of glass shifting underneath her glass, and the pressure of her stab-wound on her leg was a burst on pain. She hoped that her blood wasn't poisonous anymore, least the paramedics get a surprise.

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

Juliettee pressed her lips together as she gently wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed himself against him. She was radiating warmth and light more so than usual. "Oh, baby," she hummed. "I know it hurts. As cheesy as it sounds, time will heal. I know that for a fact." She raised herself on her toes to press a small kiss against his cheek. "If you're tired, then come lay down," she murmured to him, releasing him from her arms and taking a short step back.

Crystal let out a shaky sigh. "I've known Wally my entire life," she stated in a grumble. "It bothers me that I'm crying harder than Ryan and Ariana. Jesus christ, if I feel like this, I can't imagine what they feel like." She fiercely scrubbed at her eyes with the balls of her palms. "How can you lose so many people and still be ok?" She asked sheepishly.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy peeled back her lips in an irritated expression. "That loon is off her the rails, of course she stabbed him with a flashdrive," she muttered in response to Damian. She tried to stand up while beginning to say, "I'm fine", but was cut short as the fiery pain tingled across her back and thigh.
"Ok, maybe we should go to a hospital," she agreed with Tim. She looked back over to her husband and touched his leg, shaking it a little. Whatever Senna had coated the flashdrive with should be wearing off, she could smell the effects subsiding.

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

Juliettee didn't mind walking to his apartment in silence. It was rather nice actually. Once they were inside his apartment, she removed her heels and placed them by the door. She watched Ryan for a moment before walking over to him. She placed her opened palms against his chest while her mismatched eyes looked up at him. "How are you really feeling?" She asked once more. "Usually people don't sit through a funeral with no emotions."

Crystal allowed Waiola to lead her to the couch and sat beside her. She was small enough to fully curl up on the couch and into the crook of Waiola's extended stomach and arm. She felt gross crying like she was but good at the same time. She was never too close to Wally but she still missed him so much.