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Song Recommendation: The Exit by Conan Gray
Feels like we had matching wounds
But mine's still black and bruised
And yours is perfectly fine now
Feels like we buried alive
Something that never died
So, God, it hurt when I found out
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(August 27th, Tuesday)
Amara could not stop worrying. Worrying was not that uncommon for her, honestly, she suffers from anxiety. Running halfway up the walls is not considered normal behavior, is it?
She was pacing so hard she forgot to stop. What with the gala, Percy disappearing and Bruce dying (technically).
She did not realise it was already 8 in the morning. She did not get a good night's sleep. She only realised when she heard a knock on her door and was met with Dick.
“Hey, Amara?-” He paused as Amara froze in place, one leg on the wall. She quickly lowered her leg.
“Yeah, uh, it's time for breakfast.” Dick said hesitantly, looking like he got less sleep than her, which was impossible, because neither of them got any.
“Yeah, I'm coming.” Amara replied, and pulled on a hoodie as Dick left the room. ________________________________________________________________________________
When Amara reached the kitchen, everyone was in various states of depression. Dick and Tim seemed to have the worst of it. Compared to them, Amara and Duke seemed almost cheerful. Jason wasn't even there.
Amara quickly polished off her plate and followed Tim as he went wherever he was going.
“Hey, Tim?” Amara said as she walked next to him.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Word of advice,” she says, her voice dropping to a whisper. Tim's face became one of curiosity.
“For now, Percy is safe, well, almost.”
“Not comforting.”
“Yes, but what I'm trying to say is that you should help Bruce, first.” Tim pauses for a second, suddenly unsure of his own hearing.
“So he's alive?” He asks, a new glint in his eyes.
“More or less, I guess. But Tim, please.” Amara had a pleading look on her face. “Be safe.”
And with that, Amara turned around and pretended like she hadn't just talked about the most important and nerve-wracking thing in her life. It says wonders that she isn't the most important thing in her life, but makes sense nonetheless.
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At dinner, Dick explains how he will take up Batman's cowl, with Damian as his Robin. Tim is visibly confused at this, and quite hurt, though he does mask it well.
It's a few minutes later when she next sees Tim.
He practically ran up to Dick, with a stack of papers, explaining how Bruce could be alive.
“And I did the calculations! Darkseid's beams don't necessarily-”
“Tim.” Dick interrupts, putting on his commander voice. “Bruce is dead.”
”Except he isn't! He-” Tim almost screams.
“You have to accept the fact that he's gone, Tim. And if you don't leave these crazy theories behind, maybe you should be the one in Arkham.”
It feels like the whole world freezes in anticipation, for one of them to say something, for Dick to apologise.
But he doesn't. And even if he wanted to, now it's too late.
Tim leaves the Manor affective immediately, not going back to take anything except his emergency bat bag.
Amara comes put from where she was listening, and hearing it in person was much, much worse than she had thought so.
“What the- Are you fucki-” Amara spat at Dick, “You, Dick, are the one person everyone thought they could rely on. Way to go Dick, way, to, go.” she ended with a mocking note, as she raced out the door to catch up with Tim.
But he was already long gone.
She panted from her exhaustion and the running, considering her options. It was the dead of the night, in Gotham, which was definitely not safe. She didn't want to go back to the Manor, but she needed a place to stay. Where else could she go? Dick's place, but he's the reason she doesn't want to be in the Manor, or… Jason's place. Probably her best option, and Jason wouldn't kick her out, would he?
It's somewhere in the Narrows, and she could probably ask for the address from Alfred (but he was in a terrible mood), Oracle (but she would ask why), or the Batcomputer. Batcomputer it is. To the Batcave. Amara got in through another door to the Manor, got in, logged in to the Batcomputer, found his address, and went off. Now, it probably isn't the best idea to go to Crime Alley in the middle of the night, but she was not in her right mind.