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Post by k on Jul 5, 2011 22:44:44 GMT -5
[/b] Babs said as she pulled back from the hug. She smiled at Charlie, and although she was scared of what might be, worried what would happen to Charlie, she figured she could make things work. Her head turned when she heard shouts though, calls for Charlie. She turned her attention back to the blonde and opened her mouth to say something as the police grabbed her. Babs stood frozen to the spot for a second, listening to Charlie call to her as they took her away. What could she do? Disobeying the police certainly wasn't in her protocols either. Babs shook her head, the wind blowing hard now. She had a decision to make, and she didn't want to make it. She wasn't great for moral decisions like these, because the pros and cons of each eventuality often paralleled one another. Charlie being taken away meant she was no longer at risk, she wasn't on the streets anymore and she'd have a roof over her head. The police had no way of telling she was a metahuman unless they'd been tipped off or already knew. But a life being tested on and poked in a lab? That was no life at all. Babs briefly closed her eyes, stuck in the moral crisis. She looked across at the skyline of Gotham, and then down at the police escorting the men away. She wouldn't have done that without Charlie's help, and the girl had trusted her enough to impart such information on her. Babs swallowed hard, she didn't want to be known for breaking Charlie out from the squad car, what would the police think of her? She turned from her position on the roof, her grapple in her hand as she swung down, landing near the police vechicles, her eyes searching the area until they fell upon the car Charlie had been placed in. Babs wasn't one for force, nor one to make it seem like she was working against the police. She'd never forgive herself for going against police protocol. "The girl, in the car," Babs said to the nearest police officer. She couldn't remember the last time she'd conversed with a police officer whilst on the job. "I need to interrogate her," Babs explained, the man remained unconvinced, so Babs used the magic word. "Batman needs to talk to her," she added. Please, Bruce, if word of this ever gets back to you, don't kill me, Babs thought, and if you do, make it damn fast and clean. Babs often struggled to do what was right for people and what was considered right, and in this very moment, she felt terrible.[/ul]
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Last Edit: Jul 6, 2011 3:52:07 GMT -5 by charlie
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Post by charlie on Jul 6, 2011 0:09:14 GMT -5
A tear trickled down her cheek. This was it. A life of more pain. A freak on the lab table with scientists poking at her day in and day out. Maybe she will even get locked up in Arkham, who knew. She just kept looking through the window. She did good today, real good. And this was her prize; in the back of a police car with someone telling her 'it will all be okay'. But over the passed few months, she knew that nothing was okay. Nothing. Her mother even told her when she was younger and their home was small and they didn't have much, but she unleashed the hard truth on the little girl. That life was unfair, it was brutal and it is never easy. But Charlie thanked her mother for that; because she was right. When she heard Batgirl's voice, she saw her talking to one of the officers. A burst of hope hit inside her, and in a few moments the officer came over to the car and opened it.
"Charlotte, can you please step out". Charlie smiled and hoped out of the car as the social worker was confused. She kind of wanted to tell her to jam it. Charlie closed the door as the officer's watched in confusion. Charlie walked over to Batgirl happy. She was still exhilirated, kind of needed to sleep but had an overwhelming feeling of happiness now. Unless Batgirl shut her down or something, then Charlie would probably break. It wasn't like Batgirl could take her in. She had her own life, and Charlie already felt like she was intruding on her life enough. Though looking at her, she felt like hugging the girl again.
"What's going on?", asked Charlie. Maybe this story was going to have a happy ending. Who knew? But Charlie looked back at the officer's. She didn't know if they were still going to apprehended her or what. She was young, she didn't understand what was going on greatly. Inside, she just kind of hoped they could just run.
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