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6/28/2025, 11:30:29 AM
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You grasp his hand firmly.
"Y'know, John. I've given you a lot of shit, but you delivered and then some so... thanks."
John seems almost surprised for a moment before his usual smirk reaffixes itself. He shakes your hand and nods.
"I thought it was just Gotham that made the Bat a real bastard. But I see now that's a him problem."
"Before you go." You trail off, releasing his hand.
You move to the freezer and withdraw a squared bottle with that familiar amber liquid rocking inside it. You hold it up to John as the bottle let's off small wisps of cold.
"One for the road? Least I can give a guy who's heading to hell."
"I've been to worse places." John murmurs as he watches you pull and fill some shot glasses.
"Salute." You say, lifting a shot glass.
"Slainte."
Clink.
The sweet liquor coats your mouth, the cold giving it a thick and syrup-like texture. You close your eyes and sigh contentedly. The weight of many restless nights taken off your shoulders. A smile starts to form and you open your eyes only to find yourself looking at an empty shot glass with a dusty yellow thumbprint on it. Just underneath of it you see a familiar card tucked beneath it. The Magician. You sigh again and smile, real classy. After you manage to nudge your tumor back into a box and wipe up all the sulfur sprinkled around you decide to get an early night.
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The night passes quietly, for the first time in the past couple months you fall asleep quickly. The rest is deep and thankfully blank of any intrusions. You wake up feeling most of the ache of yesterday resting firmly in your calves. But it's nothing a hot shower and a hotter cup of coffee can't solve. As you shift into your car your phone buzzes with a text from Allison:
"Hey! Was wondering if you'd be interested coming by the Firehouse in the afternoon? We're doing a soup kitchen and need volunteers, if you can convince any of your buddies in blue you should. <3"
You smile and tap out a response.
>"I'm sure I could convince Hawthorne, he's a softie under it all."
>"Kimble might be interested, he's big on that sort of thing."
>"I'll bring Grey, he's been working pretty hard. Could use the break."
>"I think it'd be fine if it was just us two, I've been feeling a bit crowded since I woke up."
>Write-In
>>6266131
>>6266158
>>6266161
>>6266178
>>6266183
>>6266174
You grasp his hand firmly.
"Y'know, John. I've given you a lot of shit, but you delivered and then some so... thanks."
John seems almost surprised for a moment before his usual smirk reaffixes itself. He shakes your hand and nods.
"I thought it was just Gotham that made the Bat a real bastard. But I see now that's a him problem."
"Before you go." You trail off, releasing his hand.
You move to the freezer and withdraw a squared bottle with that familiar amber liquid rocking inside it. You hold it up to John as the bottle let's off small wisps of cold.
"One for the road? Least I can give a guy who's heading to hell."
"I've been to worse places." John murmurs as he watches you pull and fill some shot glasses.
"Salute." You say, lifting a shot glass.
"Slainte."
Clink.
The sweet liquor coats your mouth, the cold giving it a thick and syrup-like texture. You close your eyes and sigh contentedly. The weight of many restless nights taken off your shoulders. A smile starts to form and you open your eyes only to find yourself looking at an empty shot glass with a dusty yellow thumbprint on it. Just underneath of it you see a familiar card tucked beneath it. The Magician. You sigh again and smile, real classy. After you manage to nudge your tumor back into a box and wipe up all the sulfur sprinkled around you decide to get an early night.
====
The night passes quietly, for the first time in the past couple months you fall asleep quickly. The rest is deep and thankfully blank of any intrusions. You wake up feeling most of the ache of yesterday resting firmly in your calves. But it's nothing a hot shower and a hotter cup of coffee can't solve. As you shift into your car your phone buzzes with a text from Allison:
"Hey! Was wondering if you'd be interested coming by the Firehouse in the afternoon? We're doing a soup kitchen and need volunteers, if you can convince any of your buddies in blue you should. <3"
You smile and tap out a response.
>"I'm sure I could convince Hawthorne, he's a softie under it all."
>"Kimble might be interested, he's big on that sort of thing."
>"I'll bring Grey, he's been working pretty hard. Could use the break."
>"I think it'd be fine if it was just us two, I've been feeling a bit crowded since I woke up."
>Write-In
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