Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 7, 2011 21:17:47 GMT -5
Hearing those words said for a second time seems no more effective than the first by all appearances. And the hint of disbelief behind Nina's frown when Edward continues probably says it all: he doesn't know how he feels, so any conclusions he's reached based upon his feelings are faulty by their very nature. Not to mention that she knows that, at the very least, she's not just some other woman to him. But before she can organize her scattered thoughts, a process made all the more difficult because of his proximity, the hand that had so gently touched her hair so many times before suddenly becomes painful.
Anger.
She'd kept that feeling under control all evening with apparent ease, but now... Now he's hurting her. And it isn't like when he'd gripped her arm - that she could wave off as probably being largely unintentional and it hadn't hurt so bad - but this? This she can't ignore. And she can't not blame him for it: he'd said he'd try not to hurt her. And she'd believed him. And here he is, so blatantly crossing that line.
Her response to the pain is immediate: her whole body goes stiff, except a hand with a grip that's strengthened by anger that grabs the wrist of the hand that holds her hair. Her eyes close and her expression suddenly changes to one of intense concentration and pain not unlike one that Edward has seen once before; she's urgently trying to stop herself from using her power. "Let go!" she says harshly, her voice tainted by equal parts anger and fear. Fear because all of the sudden she's uncertain of herself and it's Edward who caused it. No, not Edward...
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2011 22:11:27 GMT -5
Edward knew he was hurting her. He saw it in her expression and felt it in the grip around his wrist. She wanted to use her power on him, interesting. He actually was somewhat surprised she hadn’t yet. Now a logical man of Edward standing would have realized the distribution of power was largely against him. He did. Nina could stop him at any moment. She could hurt him. She could even kill him, but Edward couldn’t care for such trivial facts like that. He wanted her to leave, but he also wanted the truth before she left. And as he held her in his grips a plan started forming that would lead to a win win situation for him. In the end, she would leave and he would get his answer.
“Oh?” he stated with a smirk, feeling completely numb to her expression that had made him extremely guilty in the past. Edward mind wasn’t focus on her anymore. It was focus on a riddle and a plan. Edward had left to be replaced by the Riddler. “I’m sorry dear, I don’t think that’s the answer,” he said yanking her even closer to him as he turned his body so her back faced the living room. He brought her face close to his until he could whisper in her ear, “I’ll give you a clue and give you what you want, that’s how nice of a guy I am.” Before she could even respond he glanced up in his apartment doing the geometry and physics in his head in a quick second. Yes, that should work. He pushed her hard back into the living area. He had already disrupted her balance with how he was holding her so she naturally started tripping back trying to find balance. He watched as her thigh caught against the armrest of the couch, and her entire body lose grip of the floor. Of course the way he aimed and hard he pushed her, she missed the cushion completely and landed on the glass table. The loud clash of glass breaking echoed through the apartment.
Quickness, Nina’s greatest weakness.
He looked down at his fingers as if expecting for dust. “You know you have yourself in quite a puzzle. You’re supposedly in love with me, and if that’s true then you won’t use your power on me. Quite a conundrum if I plan to continue to answer the previous riddle,” he paused for a moment his eye finally looked at the girl covered in glass, “However if it’s not true, as I expect it isn’t, I should be losing ability over my muscle any second now.”
How was he so calm with this factor? Well it proved he was right! She did betray him! If she used her powers against him then she didn’t love him, and she didn’t care about him. He couldn’t trust her. He would be right! He had to know he was right, even if she sent him to Arkham afterwards. At least he would have his answer, and she would be out of his life.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 7, 2011 23:16:45 GMT -5
What Edward didn't know what that he was doing both of them a very real favor. Being able to use her power requires Nina to have some level of concentration on what she's doing with it, even when she doesn't really want to use it. Giving her something else to focus on besides whatever urge she's resisting is probably the most helpful thing - that's why singing had helped her so much the last time she'd had that problem. This time it's Edward's confusing words and sudden movements that distract her.
She's so distracted, in fact, that she's caught completely off guard when she's suddenly pushed backward and finds herself stumbling backward, tripping, and falling right onto the glass table. She holds very still when she lands, surprised, stunned, and aware that any false move on her part will make for more and deeper wounds. And while she silently thanks herself for wearing a leather jacket and full-length pants today, she's gradually becoming aware that there's plenty of pesky shards that found their way to her anyway.
The surprised expression doesn't leave her face until after he explains why he did it. And then it becomes weary, but there's almost an amused edge to it. Much of the anger is gone - this situation has just gotten too ludicrous for that: he's trying to force her to prove that she doesn't love him by pushing her into a glass table now? Really?
"Actually, you're the one with the riddle: What are you going to do when I don't touch you?" she asks tiredly, before she sighs and starts to very, very carefully stir. In a way, she welcomes the distraction of all-over pain and the need to get out of the glass without making it any worse: all those things that she was trying so hard not to think about moments before are suddenly so easy to ignore. Her eyes remain perfectly focused as she turns most of her attention getting the glass off of herself without cutting herself and getting up without making any of the cuts deeper.
And she forces herself not to comment on his theory that she won't use her power to hurt him if she loves him. By nature she's a rash person with a temper - she's just learned to keep that part of her on a leash. Even though she loves him, mere moments ago she'd come so close to losing it. But she has the good sense to not spoil that thought right now. It was actually a bit of a relief for him to give her something to do that he could take as proof, faulty as it might be.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2011 0:29:06 GMT -5
He gave her an uncaringly look as he observed her stunned features. Did she truly believe she was protected from him? Did she truly believe he couldn’t be pushed to force? But her words surprised him. Of course he doesn’t show it on his face, instead he pursed out his lips like an annoyed child.
He didn’t have to study that riddle because it wouldn’t occur. Nina would protect herself. She wouldn’t allow him to abuse or possibly kill her, not that he was even considering killing her….
Was that the problem?
Did she not think he would do it?
He reached into his waistband and pulled out his gun, feeling the familiar grip in his hand before pointing it at her. “As I told you before, I’ll just continue to help you solve the previous riddle,” he stated with a smirk, as he took a step forward. The gun was pointed at her heart. “You shouldn’t be foolish, Nina. The façade you keep trying to keep yourself in is slowly falling apart. Don’t doubt that I won’t pull the trigger.”
The smirk that had played on his face, turned into a serious expression. Did he want to kill her? No. He had just wanted her to leave. If this was the only way to get her out of his life he would do it. He would pull the trigger and hear the shot. He would be forever ridden of her. On the other hand, he knew she wouldn’t let him. She would stop him because she didn’t love him…because it was all a lie. He didn’t have to worry about Nina dying…not that he was wor….
He inwardly struggled trying to remind himself that this was the solution and he had to take it. He wasn’t doing this out of some sick pleasure like the Joker did with Harley. He was doing this to solve a riddle. Riddles were all that matter. They were factual and couldn’t be manipulated. They all had an answer. Edward needed an answer.
“I liked you, Nina, I did, but the unanswered riddle is not worth it,” he said calmly, his index finger only moments away from pulling the trigger.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 8, 2011 1:32:23 GMT -5
With her attention forced to focus mostly away from Edward, it isn't until she catches a movement out of her periphery that she looks up at him again, and she's stunned to see a gun pointed at her. She'd honestly thought that she'd never see him point a gun at her again. There were so many reasons why it wouldn't happen: he knows she can stop it, she wasn't going to upset him enough, she knows how he feels about her. How can this be?
Frozen in place and shocked into silence, she nevertheless answers his unasked questions a few moments later when the initial surprise wears off and is replaced by confusion and uncertainty. She hasn't the slightest idea whether she thinks he'd actually do it or not. The more emotional side of her is absolutely certain he won't. He can't! He wouldn't be able to bring himself to actually do it! But on the other hand, her logic is just as certain that he will. How he feels doesn't matter as long as he doesn't know how he feels, and didn't she say herself not that long ago that she knows he would hurt her if she betrayed him? And it doesn't matter that she didn't as long as he doesn't believe it.
But as those two parts of her war in the background, another part of her realizes something else: before she'd been doubtful that she could hurt him, but now she knows the exact answer. Yes, she can hurt him, but only if pressed to that point where her anger is no longer under her control. But it's under control now - there simply isn't room for it among the flood of other emotions.
And so her eyes remain steady as her gaze drifts from the gun to meet his - obviously she isn't even going to try to use her power. Instead she merely looks at him, certain that he won't shoot and certain that he will, and asking with her eyes which half of her is right.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2011 21:35:24 GMT -5
He hesitated when her eyes locked with his. She seemed so confused by the situation. She shouldn’t be. She brought this upon herself by not leaving when he first asked. He was not at fault for her current predicament. Besides she would easily stop him from hurting her because she didn’t love him. Her features would not manipulate him. He would figure out the riddle.
His finger pulled the trigger.
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Wait. His finger actually pulled the trigger? He heard the gunfire before he could even mentally catch up. It was loud and echoed through the apartment, but no one outside would hear through the soundproof walls. He heard the crunch of glass and blood splattering. His body went stiff as if the gunshot had actually hit him.
She didn’t stop him. Why didn’t she stop him?
His eyes widened as he stared at the gun like he was uncertain how it got in his hand. How-wha-she
She didn’t stop him. She…loved him.
His eyes shot up to her body that now lay on the broken glass table. He heard the coughing and the gurgling sounds of blood. He saw the blood seeping through her green shirt and the hole that he had created.
“What did I do?” he spoke in horror, the gun falling out of his hand. He stood there frozen, unable to go by her side. His legs felt heavy. His breathing felt heavy. He shot her. Did he kill her?
Nigma, you shouldn’t care. You solved your problem and that is what matters. But…
He frowned at his own thought. He forced his body that felt made of stone to move. He walked over to her in a quickly until standing next to the bloody glass mess. He threw his cane on the couch then made his bad leg kneel in the position he needed to be next to her. She wasn’t dead yet, but she definitely was losing consciousness. “You stupid foolish girl,” he uttered as his gloved hands moved to the wound. She should have stopped him. Why didn’t she stop him? He ripped her shirt open where the hole had torn through to get a better view of the wound.
He let out a deep breath of relief. He had missed the heart. She still was badly injured. He would need help if she were to live. He pulled out his phone and within a quick second he had Allen on the other line. He needed to get her to his doctor. His doctor would help. Morrison had saved him from a punctured lung. He could save Nina.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 8, 2011 22:58:26 GMT -5
The sound and the pain that follows it barely registers in Nina's mind before she slumps fully back to the floor. And suddenly her world is reduced to two elements as her sense of self-preservation takes over: the hole through her body and her power. What Edward is saying or doing goes unnoticed, and even any thoughts that she might have on the situation are put on hold as every last bit of her attention and concentration are diverted to the one way she has of trying to keep herself alive.
It only takes a few seconds to assess the damage: the lung and the blood vessels being the most important. Especially the latter - she quickly becomes painfully aware that she still hasn't fully recovered from the blood she lost to fake her death, and now there's all too much of it going... everywhere it shouldn't be! And the magnitude of that problem seems overwhelming, especially when it only takes a few moments for her to feel dizzy. The damage is too extensive, and what she can do with her gift seems so small all of the sudden.
On the outside, the signs are troubling at first: the blood coming from the wound, her inability to breathe properly, and the unseeing distance in her open eyes - as if she already wasn't there. And then she suddenly stops breathing completely. However, at the same time a strange intensity overtakes her features as she fights back, and a few seconds later her breathing resumes, starting with a pained moan. Whatever she's doing to herself, she didn't take the time to deaden the pain and it hurts - a lot.
But it's quickly apparent that it's helping: she's no longer choking on her own blood, even though her breathing comes in short, strained gasps. And the flow of blood from the wound obviously slows a moment later, though it doesn't stop completely. And yet the look in her eyes remains the same; she's not out of the woods yet.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2011 18:36:28 GMT -5
Because of a bad mal practice suit, Morrison had lost his private practice at the age of forty-six. He had been fined with insurance fraud and neglect of the patient leading to accidental manslaughter. He only served two years in prison then made parole. Morrison, however, thought he should have been out in 2 months because the neglect was a faulty charge. Nonetheless, he was out a jail without a medical license, with a wife who left him, and with a daughter in college not speaking to him. He attempted to do some entry-level job, but rent was hard to make. By a series of events he ended up coming across the notorious Riddler bleeding in the alley after he took a fall off the roof, though he assumed he jumped to escape the Batman. He was leaning against the alleyway wall, barely holding himself together as he tried to put together his broken phone. He offered help that was only returned by some snarky remark. Eventually though, the man fainted. He took him in and found the source of the problem. He actually was surprised he hadn’t lost consciousness sooner, but assumed his pain tolerance must be above par than most. At this point, it was the beginning of the boy’s career, and once he was healed he was back to his riddles until he was captured a month later.
Morrison didn’t think much of it. The man paid well, and he didn’t expect to see him again. Then other Rogues started appearing at his door, wounded or dying. He took them in, finding out later the Riddler had suggested him. They paid him unimaginable for his service. He could live to the status he had once lived at, so he continued this career.
Being a doctor for the psychological unstable with criminal tendencies meant he worked at all hours. So he was not surprised to be walking down the hallway in a beautiful apartment building on the North end with a big black bodyguard behind him carrying quite a bit of his medical equipment. The door opened before he could even knock and there stood a frazzled brunette with his green suit in a mess. His eyes fell quickly to the blood on his hands and arms, but none of it appeared to be his.
“Finally, if I knew you were going to take so long I would have just called the hospital,” the man in green remarked with a glare as he shoved the door opened for them.
Morrison only let out a long sigh as he walked through the doorway. There was no reason to argue the fact that they were at most ten minutes, which was faster then any ambulance in this city. He was still in his pajamas and had a robe tied tightly around his waist. When he reached the end of the hallway he paused to see what he was here to fix. There by the living area was a woman covered in blood looking as white as death. Gun wound and based on where it hit, a slim chance of survival. He noticed the syringe next to her body. Medicine to thicken the blood. “Did you give her PV?” he asked.
“Yes, it slowed her blood loss and is starting to clot around the wound,” he heard the Riddler state behind her, “She has a heart beat, but it’s slow.”
Morrison nodded then moved over to the body. He couldn’t say the Riddler having that prescription drug surprised him. He had given him many prescriptions over the years. He even gave him five types of painkillers, none of which he agreed to take. “Allen, I’m going to need help moving her to the table,” he said bending his old body to look at the state. It was a good thing the Riddler took action, or the girl would mostly likely be dead from blood lost.
The bodyguard came over. “We need to keep her as flat as possible, and do this quickly,” he said in a collective doctor voice he had grown through the years. Allen followed orders and with a quick lift they had her on the wooden dining room table. “Nigma, can you set up the equipment while I try to reach the bullet,” it wasn’t a question, but he had to make it appear as a question out of respect. Though with how distraught the Riddler looked at the moment he doubt he even cared. He wasn’t even using his cane at the moment meaning the pain must be in the back of his mind.
He pulled out his sterilize tools and got to work with trying to prevent the girl’s death. The Riddler, of course, was rather helpful. The Riddler obviously didn’t practice medicine, but he knew as much as a medical textbook.
“It didn’t hit her Brachiocephalic or aortic arch,” he heard the man in green say as he cut the girl’s chest open. Morrison nodded. The girl had gotten very lucky then though being shot never meant you were that lucky.
Edward watched as the older man cut and pry into Nina. He would help and then pace. It lasted for hours. He didn’t particularly like watching because he understood the concept behind it and naturally thought he could do a better job. He forced himself to walk around the apartment pulling out lollipop after lollipop, chewing it to the stick. He hated hospitals. He hated the smell of medicine and death mixing together into some hideous aroma. He hated that Nina was the cause of it and knowing that he was the cause of Nina’s state. He had never been in the position of worrying for someone’s life, but it was unbearable. He couldn’t handle it, and wanted it to end. Morrison better heal her. He had too.
“Done,” the old man’s voice popped him out of his thoughts. “She’s very lucky. She’ll need rest, but she should be fine. The pain will subdue over time.”
Edward looked at him with focused eyes, “Thank you, Morrison.”
The older man nodded as Edward reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his checkbook. He limped over to the bar counter that had some pens on it, and wrote down a large number most don’t make in their lifetime. He signed it, ripping the check out of the book before handing it to him. As a respected doctor among rogues, he didn’t even look at the check. He folded it up and put it in his pocket. “I’ll be back tomorrow to check on her condition. You can move her to the bedroom if you like,” the doctor told him before pulling off his gloves.
Edward nodded in almost a daze. He couldn’t believe she was alive…he couldn’t believe she let him shot her. It felt a bit too overwhelming, everything. He didn’t even notice Morrison leaving. He had to thank the old man for not asking why or how Nina came to be in her current predicament. He was unsure how he would even go about explaining it.
“Move her to the bedroom,” he said in half a whisper to Allen, “Don’t disconnect the blood or IV.”
He only heard Allen grunt who amazingly enough held back all snarky comments. When Allen came back out, Edward felt his eyes on him. They felt judging. “She deserved it,” he snapped back.
“Didn’t say she didn’t, Boss,” the big man shifted his weight away from the door.
Edward brought his bloody fingers up the bridge of his nose trying to pinch away all this confusion he felt. “Get out,” he mumbled out, and unlike the girl he had been dealing with all night the big man actually left.
When Edward heard the door close, he let out a sigh and turned to his bedroom. He opened it to see Nina in his bed that had been made in a make shift hospital area. Her clothes were bloody and torn apart. He wanted to change her into something more comfortable and less revealing, but he was uncertain if her body could take the movement. He would do it some point tomorrow after the wound had time to heal. He grabbed a chair off in the corner of his room and brought it next to her bed. He sat down with a tired sigh, shaking his head saying “You stupid girl.”
(OOC: So I'm pretty sure Nina will be healing/unconscious for a week. In that time Edward won't leave her bedside, and he would have cleaned her wound and put her in his questionmark pjs lol So if you just want to skip ahead to the point where she wakes up that's fine.)
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 9, 2011 19:24:39 GMT -5
From the moment the bullet hit her until she lost consciousness, Nina did everything with her power that she could. She'd kept herself from drowning in her own blood, but as she felt her mind drifting off, she'd known it hadn't been enough. The problem was simply too big, and her gift was too slow and too small. But by then she was already too far gone to do more than note the fact and wonder at it...
...Even after she wakes up, it takes Nina several moments to realize that she is, in fact, awake. And she doesn't feel like herself - why is there so much pain in her chest? Even before she opens her eyes her brow furrows slightly as she checks herself over again with her gift, easily finding the wound and able to read much into what she finds. A gunshot wound - surgery - time spent recovering...
Wait, she was shot?!? The memories come flooding back - her apartment - Batman - the argument - Edward holding a gun. Her eyes snap open and she looks around herself in confusion, at it takes her a few moments recognize the room she's in, wonder at the amount of time that has past and finally her eyes go to the man sitting next to the bed. Edward. Why is he here? Why is she still here? But the perplexed look on her face seems muted; a thin overlay to what she really feels right now: numb.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2011 22:20:42 GMT -5
Edward face was buried in his hands as he sat to Nina’s side. This had been his position for the entire week. He rarely moved unless it was to open the door for Morrison or check the medicine being delivered into Nina’s wrist. He hadn’t even left for the basic necessities of hygiene or food unless his stomach was screaming protest. He looked like a complete mess, probably comparably to a homeless man with how tangle his hair had become with how often he ran his hands throw it. His bloody jacket had been tossed in the trash, but he still wore the white button down shirt he had worn when the incident had occurred. Dark bloodstains covered his sleeves and stained his loose question mark tie that hung around his neck. He should have changed, but his mind was trying to sort through this mental problem he had gotten himself into. He also didn’t want to be away when Nina woke.
He still couldn’t come to terms with what had happen. He shot Nina, only to prove a point. Why hadn’t she stopped him? He had kept asking himself, but he knew the answer. She loved him. It still wasn’t his fault though. She had all ability to stop him, yet she chose not to. Why did he have to punish himself for her faulty choice? Because he pulled the trigger…he shot her. He fought with the immense amount of guilt that filled every inch of him. Part of him wanted to blame her for her own stupidity, but part of him wanted to blame himself for allowing it to happen. He should have just pushed her out and slammed the door. Why did he shot her?
Because you wanted to know if she loved you, Nigma, and now you have the answer.
Not that she would love him after his action. It was very unlikely she would ever forgive him, but how did he feel about Nina? He hadn’t trust her before. He couldn’t trust her before, but she had willingly taken a bullet from him….didn’t that deserve trust? He knew he had some sort of feelings for her, even though her flaws had come to the surface. He definitely liked her, but did he feel more. From the argument he had ran over in his head repeatedly, he had concluded that she thought he loved her. Did he love her? Could he love her? Love was such a silly emotion that truly had no factual value. How could he say he loved her? He knew for a fact he didn’t want her to die, but that didn’t mean love.
He heard movement, and his body went stiff. She was waking up. His heart started pounding against his ribcage, and he felt a sense of nervousness he hadn’t felt since he was a small child. He pulled his face out of his hands and looked up at her. Her eyes were open, but they didn’t seem to really be there. They were darting along the area as if trying to figure out exactly what had happened. When they landed on him, he felt a blow hit his heart. It wasn’t the usual look of endearment or annoyance she could give him. It was confusion and uncertainty that slowly turned to numbness.
He blinked, his body frozen, he tried to open his mouth for words, but he was lost for them. What do you say to a person you shot? Instead, he stared at her for a moment longer before commenting, “I hope you don’t mind the pajamas, though I always thought question marks looked good on you.” He forced an awkward smile with a hint of remorse in his eyes. Apologies were not Edward’s strong suit because he never believed he could do any wrong. He felt uncertain on how to go about it, especially since a part of him still thought it was her fault.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 9, 2011 23:37:05 GMT -5
It was impossible for Nina to tell how long she had been unconscious, but she could give an educated guess based on the condition of her injuries. So she doesn't miss the significance that Edward is right there, still in the same clothes, looking terrible. And his expressions, especially the hint of remorse, are noted even as his feeble attempt at conversation is ignored. She doesn't care about the pajamas. She doesn't care about very much at all right now.
In fact, she doesn't care about... No, she still cares about him. At this point she's not quite sure how that could be, but she's never been one to hide from her emotions, even when she's sure they're insane. But look at where listening to those emotions has brought her. Yes, she still cares about him, but at the moment she doesn't care that she cares.
Her eyes close again as she turns her face back so that she's facing the ceiling again. Not that long ago she would have done anything to see so many signs that he cares, but now? Now they make her want to accept his unspoken apology and tell him it's okay. But it's not okay. There's nothing at all okay about this! "If you don't have anything to say to me that actually matters, I suggest letting me rest," she says quietly, her voice a bit weak and strangely emotionless. Honestly, she's not really sure what he could say that would matter to her right now, but she won't pretend that's impossible.
Really, the question she has to ask herself is what she should do now. Obviously she's been making several mistakes, the biggest one being thinking that she could trust Edward. How could she have been so naive as to believe that someone so impulsive and violent could make an exception for her? Well, obviously it wasn't enough that he cared about her, and she'd nearly died for that belief. But she's learned that lesson and the only thing she can do now is move on. She just needs to figure out how to explain that to Edward. The fact that he's here right now would suggest that it won't be easy, but Nina's never been one to back down from doing what she has to.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2011 15:18:15 GMT -5
She was mad. He couldn’t say he was surprised, but her comment still caused him to frown in irritation. He just spent an ungodly amount of money to keep her alive, and she just dismissed him. No. He understood he put her in that type of situation, but she was just as much responsible as him. She should be thanking him!
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, leaning away from her and the bed. “I understand that your mad,” he said with a causal wave of his hand, “But there is no reason to hold a grudge. Every one is shot at least once. My body looks like a pin doll with all the scars.” He was exaggerating slightly. He had been shot five times before. One of Falcone’s men, Two-face, a ricochet when fighting Batman, his own man, and another time he can’t quite remember. But being shot was far more enjoyable then being beaten by a crow bar, having your face shoved into a moving metal fan, or all of your fingers broken. He had dealt with it. Yes, he had been mad, but you move on. You had to in this type of business.
“Honestly though, Nina, you could have stopped it,” he added attempting to justify his action. It was her fault to if she had the ability to prevent it. He didn’t deserve all the anger.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 10, 2011 16:59:14 GMT -5
"Mad?" Nina questions with her eyes still closed, more to herself than anything else, having to actually pause and consider for a moment to see if that's the right way to describe the way she's feeling. "For so many reasons, I probably should be. But no - I feel... exhausted... heartsick... something like that," she muses out loud, having a hard time categorizing an emotion for once: the words that come to mind all seem inadequate.
But it isn't until Edward attempts to justify his actions that her eyes open and she actually talks to him directly, though instead of looking at him she stares at the ceiling. "Could I have?" she asks rhetorically with a small frown reaching her face before she answers, "In theory, yes, but don't you think I would have if I really could have? Or do you think that I'm suicidal?" She sighs quietly, and would be disappointed by his interpretation of what happened if it wouldn't take so much effort to feel that wasted emotion.
"I love you, I trusted you, and you almost killed me," she states bluntly, though since she's talking about trust in the past tense it becomes noteworthy that she's talking about love in the present tense, "Me being shot by you once is one time too many. Don't try to minimize that."
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2011 21:50:09 GMT -5
Edward let out a large sigh after she spoke. He rubbed his hand against his face trying to rub away the annoyance on his features. He definitely thought she could have stopped him, but she was right. The true question was why didn’t she.
Her next words gave him that answer. She didn’t believe he would actually do something so horrible. She…she trusted him. Trust…why would you give up your control over such an unreliable source. Why would Nina do that? Because she loved him. Ugh. He wished he could go back before the first Valentines Card had ever been printed and thrown it in the trash. Better yet, he should introduce himself to the owners of Hallmark…say thank you for all the wonderful moments they started in his life.
He glanced at Nina then back down at his hands that were now folded on his lap. He didn’t understand why everything had to be so complicated. “I’m sorry,” he said to his hands. He was sorry for her almost dying, but he wasn’t sorry for pulling the trigger. It forced him to realize that he could trust her….though he could never fully trust her. He could never trust anyone.
“I…I have flaws,” he straightened his posture so he was looking at her finally then smirked, “Impossible, I know, but I do. No, not flaws...more like one flaw. Though it’s not really a flaw because it has helped me out in numerous situations. Nonetheless, some people see it as a flaw.” He kept dancing around his point and finally decided he should just say it, “I have issues with trust. I’m sorry you suffered for that, but I can’t change.”
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"Great acts are made up of small deeds." - Lao Tzu
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 10, 2011 22:50:36 GMT -5
When she hears an actual apology, Nina finally looks back at Edward and her frown fades. Those words are hardly enough to fix anything, but she does recognize that they're hard for him to say and she has to appreciate them no matter how useless they are at this point. But as useless as she's sure that they are, it makes her more willing to listen to what else he has to say - if he'd tried to blame the whole thing on her again she's sure that talking to him at all would have been not only useless but frustrating.
Her expression is nearly blank as she listens. She's already very well aware that he has flaws - many more than the one he's admitting to now - but she doesn't believe that she's ever heard him actually admit to one before.
But the last few words cause her frown to reappear and she sighs quietly to herself. "I used to be impulsive, reckless, and easily upset," she says suddenly, "Yes, me. People can change, Edward, and that includes you. But it isn't easy, and you have to want it. That's why I've never asked or expected it of you. But don't tell me you can't."
She pauses, but she's obviously hesitating about whether or not to say one last thing, but eventually she closes her eyes and adds, "For what it's worth, I forgive you. But I'm never going to forget." It's a hard thing for her to say that because a large part of her doesn't want this to be forgivable, but she knows that if she's being honest with herself that she does. And if Edward is willing to say that he's sorry, then she's willing to tell him that.
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