Now we’ve got a big, big mess on our hands tonight [W6, Thursday, Pre-Curfew]

[hydrokinetics]

[Another day, another meeting. This one's more tense than usual especially with the lack of a small bat-child. Percy's right hand is sloppily bandaged up and his jaw is tight as his eyes burn with anger.]

Dr. Lecter knows we know. He's known since Saturday. Hal confirmed with me he's the Deputy, just like Hal confirmed to Dr. Lecter that we were onto him.

[A shaky sigh.] What the fuck do we do now?

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[impulsiveness]

[That—

Okay. He still doesn't look too pleased, but he doesn't lash out at her. Just curls up further on his spot, burying his face in his knees. Fine. Alright. As long as it's one of them.]

[thatsthespirit]

[she. honestly understands why he's on edge, because she also hates the feeling of not being able to do anything. even so, she approaches, crouches down in front of him, and takes in another deep breath]

. . . everyone here is dedicated to keeping Damian alive at all costs.

Whoever stays. . . I know they will do their absolute best.

[she trusts this group. she honestly does. she believes in them with every ounce of her heart]