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[devoutish]

How did she sound? Was she doing all right?

[jumpthegun]

She was doing as well as could be expected. [Given the circumstances.] Nothing that was really a tip off that there was anything wrong beyond the obvious.

[devoutish]

Fucking hell, Watson.

[He's really trying to tamp down on letting the emotion show through, and he's mostly succeeding. But there are cracks.

The last thing he remembers of her is his hand on her hair, as he drifted off to death.]

[jumpthegun]

[It's easier to be angry. Focus on the anger.]

Just heard back from Alphonse. He and Batman are after the Joker already. Apparently they found Fiona. And didn't bother to tell anyone.

[devoutish]

[Oh yeah, that gets the blood boiling.]

How long ago?

[jumpthegun]

Days. [John's voice is tight.] After Al left the hospital. Four days ago.

[devoutish]

Days.

[Fuck them both, then.]

[jumpthegun]

[At the moment, John's angrier at Batman just because... well, he's the adult in that pair. But Al is not sitting in a great place with him, either.]

I'm pressing Al for where they are now. Probably best you don't mention I said this 'til I've got that.

[devoutish]

[Al is adult enough to be held responsible, in Alfie's mind. He's young, and he's a kid, but he's not a child.]

Yeah.