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thejusticelounge2014-03-30 05:55 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2014-03-30 05:55 pm
hollow
Roy texts Kyle and Zee and, well, being a huge gossip, everyone he knows:
[TXT] yo damian just wandered in from the snow
[TXT] like the abominable snowman
[TXT] abdominal?
Kyle is watching backstage after Zee’s show and he looks at Roy’s text and blinks. [Ring Txt] cool?
Kyle [Ring Txt] I think it’s taun taun
Zee busies herself cleaning off her stage makeup when her phone buzzes against her vanity. With a tap the message blinks out from Roy and she sighs, eyes closing and brows pinching, “Did you get that too?” she asks Kyle.
Kyle nods and shrugs. “Damian is…Damian Wayne, right? Robin?” Kyle notices Zee’s frown in her dressing room mirror and comes over, thinking of the text she sent him when he was in space. “I’m…supposed to know him, aren’t I. I’m sure it’ll be okay, Zee.”
Zee cups her hands against her temples, nodding, “You’re supposed to.” her hands shaking against her skull, “But it will not be okay.” the worst she could do would be to hobble together Kyle’s relationship with Damian by the poorly kept scrapbook of personal memories she held of the two. The worst she could do would be to erase Damian’s own memories of Kyle to make it even. The very worst she could do would be to let it go on as it existed now. Maybe she wasn’t as good as she liked to believe maybe the fibers of a boy still remained strung in Kyle’s mind, but a connection was needed to tighten the bonds, but she knew and feared that was very impossible.
Kyle crouches, turning her swivel chair so Zee can face him. He blinks up at her earnestly. “Hey - hey hey, don’t sweat it, nena. Zee - look at me. It’s your premiere show, and you were incredible! Don’t worry about…whatever, some kid. He’s got a dad - hell, he’s got a huge extended family to take care of him, okay? I asked you to do that, I don’t regret it, I - Zee, c’mon.” Kyle pets at her knee, trying to soothe her. He murmurs sadly, “You were amazing out there…”
Zee covers her hands over his. Her nails, perfectly polished for this night, digging against his skin for a split second till her hands pull back. “But I do. Damian Wayne to you is maybe some kid but that’s because that’s all you remember. I might not know everything that you felt for him, but I know enough to realize what I ripped from you and what remains in that little boy’s heart and mind is deep. It’s incredibly deep Kyle and if he sees you, and the blank look you’ll give him-” she turns her chair away from him, shaking her head, “I could never forgive myself.”
Kyle stands up holding out his hand for Zee. “Let’s go home.” He’s curt, but his voice is soft. He’s not angry at Zee or anything really except the situation. It isn’t like Zee hasn’t had dozens, probably hundreds of opening nights before, but he simply can’t fathom how this Son of the Bat is causing her this much distress on a night that’s supposed to be a happy one for her. And the worst part is, that it traces back to what he’d asked her to do. “We’ll think about it tomorrow? We’ll sort it out. And it will be okay, Zee. I know it will, whatever the kid remembers.”
Zee takes his hand firmly, standing up to face Kyle. Despite her fears turning into a reality with the man she loved, she still couldn’t shy away from his requests. Regardless of all she’d done to him, and would possibly still do he was there with a hand reaching into her still churning storm. “We’ll think about it tomorrow.” she nods, leaning against him, as a long dark trench coat materializes over her, dressing her down for the Gotham street outside. “And let’s go home.” she smiles for him, the curve of her mouth drawing higher on one side.
Kyle kisses that corner of her mouth, the curved side, impulsively. He wants to reassure her and let her accept that the deal was done and it was fine. Children can adjust; and Kyle figures if anyone could adjust to different people and situations, it would be Batman’s son. He squeezes her hand as they head out into the snowy dark sidewalks of Gotham. He keeps talking as they walk, unwilling to let Zee subside into a moody silence with her thoughts. “You got a standing ovation and everything. And I liked that trick you did, where it seemed like you forgot your act? I totally believed you did for a second! I was gonna rush up there in case the audience got restless, but then you did that thing with the firework peacocks…so cool.”
She nods along with his conversation about the show, scenes from the stage flashing before her as he goes over every fine detail as though he was onstage with her. He might as well have been, as his smiling face so proud stood out in the crowd brighter than anyone else in attendance. “Oh so you believed my acting then?” she laughs lightly, her heel crunching into the snowy slush on the curb between streets, “Sometimes the crew booed me when they thought I was being too corny. Maybe a shorter pause next time so I don’t have lovely audience members like you trying to save my show.” brushing back her hair she giggles up at him, trying for his sake to brush away her moodiness, “I love your flowers. I’ll try and keep them for as long as the shows running here in my dressing room. They’re beautiful.”
"They’ll last as long as my will holds up," Kyle says and his voice his obviously warm with pleasure at Zee’s enjoyment of the roses. "So in a way, a little piece of me’ll be with you for as long as your show runs." Kyle keeps his arm crooked, letting her hold on to him with both hands as they walk. It’s antiquated, but comforting - especially suited for some reason to the dark neon-lit urban Gotham city-scape. The subway ride home reminds him of NYC; and soon they’re at her door as she sorts out her key. Kyle touches the keychain. "I should cut a key for you. To my place in Coast. I mean - I know you can just pop in but…I dunno. Having a key too makes it…more…something." Kyle grins as she lets them inside.
"If I get a key then you’ll need a key too. You’re here enough that I wouldn’t want you getting locked out…" she switches on several lights, bulbs flickering above them in the entryway and further into the living room as if bringing to life her apartment for them, " Not that it’d be a problem for a Green Lantern but, like you said. It makes it more something." she teases her keychain in front of his face before bringing the lightly decorated loop down to her palm. She cups her apartment’s key in her hand, her fingers pressing down tightly till a metallic tinkle sounding quietly beneath her grip. Peeling back her fingers she shows off a new key, "For you." she nods, handing off the newly fashioned key to Kyle.
Kyle blinks at her magic spell and for a moment - just one tiny, minuscule moment - it seems as if Kyle’s annoyed with Zee. Or not annoyed, but definitely on edge. However, the moment’s gone and Kyle clearly doesn’t realize that it even happened as he swipes up the key with a noise of approval. He fishes in his jacket for his own keys, slipping it onto a ring. “Ayyy that’s fantastic! I’ll have to do one for you the old fashioned way.” Kyle kisses her and switches on the tree, before he ushers her to get ready for bed. From her bedroom, with the door open, they can still see the Christmas lights spilling festive blinking colors onto the walls and ceiling.
"Take your time." she smiles softly after his kiss. Her gaze drifts to the floor as he lights the tree. She thinks she’s quietly taking notice of her growing contradictions, and wonders if Kyle ever did as well. But, the question doesn’t quite form as she’s looking up once more with those owl eyes he always said he loved, walking to the bedroom, her bedroom still as he ushers her inside. The home feels alive, the lights of the tree and in the street down below twinkling for her like heartbeats, but everything else feels hollow. The noise of her toothbrush against her teeth, the friction of her pajamas against her skin, and the peeling back of her sheets almost terrifyingly empty in sensation. Her sleep would not come easy, and she quietly prayed to whatever God she believed in today for Kyle’s sake. And Damian’s. The young boy’s messages quietly appearing brightly on her screen, hidden away from Kyle under her covers.
Kyle follows her into the bed after getting ready for it, and they do so in relative silence. It’s companionable, but they’re both lost in their own thoughts. That’s fine; Kyle figures if he can get Zee towards sleeping, then at least she’ll get some rest. He figures that maybe it’s because she’s coming off her performance high, and then news of Robin returning just carved out a huge chunk of all of that energy. Artist’s temperament; it’s why Kyle liked dating talented people so much. He understood, somewhat. Not noticing her checking her messages, Kyle spoons behind Zee, arms loosely draped around her. He strokes idle circles along her hip as he kisses at her shoulder, waiting for sleep to overtake them both.
[TXT] yo damian just wandered in from the snow
[TXT] like the abominable snowman
[TXT] abdominal?
Kyle is watching backstage after Zee’s show and he looks at Roy’s text and blinks. [Ring Txt] cool?
Kyle [Ring Txt] I think it’s taun taun
Zee busies herself cleaning off her stage makeup when her phone buzzes against her vanity. With a tap the message blinks out from Roy and she sighs, eyes closing and brows pinching, “Did you get that too?” she asks Kyle.
Kyle nods and shrugs. “Damian is…Damian Wayne, right? Robin?” Kyle notices Zee’s frown in her dressing room mirror and comes over, thinking of the text she sent him when he was in space. “I’m…supposed to know him, aren’t I. I’m sure it’ll be okay, Zee.”
Zee cups her hands against her temples, nodding, “You’re supposed to.” her hands shaking against her skull, “But it will not be okay.” the worst she could do would be to hobble together Kyle’s relationship with Damian by the poorly kept scrapbook of personal memories she held of the two. The worst she could do would be to erase Damian’s own memories of Kyle to make it even. The very worst she could do would be to let it go on as it existed now. Maybe she wasn’t as good as she liked to believe maybe the fibers of a boy still remained strung in Kyle’s mind, but a connection was needed to tighten the bonds, but she knew and feared that was very impossible.
Kyle crouches, turning her swivel chair so Zee can face him. He blinks up at her earnestly. “Hey - hey hey, don’t sweat it, nena. Zee - look at me. It’s your premiere show, and you were incredible! Don’t worry about…whatever, some kid. He’s got a dad - hell, he’s got a huge extended family to take care of him, okay? I asked you to do that, I don’t regret it, I - Zee, c’mon.” Kyle pets at her knee, trying to soothe her. He murmurs sadly, “You were amazing out there…”
Zee covers her hands over his. Her nails, perfectly polished for this night, digging against his skin for a split second till her hands pull back. “But I do. Damian Wayne to you is maybe some kid but that’s because that’s all you remember. I might not know everything that you felt for him, but I know enough to realize what I ripped from you and what remains in that little boy’s heart and mind is deep. It’s incredibly deep Kyle and if he sees you, and the blank look you’ll give him-” she turns her chair away from him, shaking her head, “I could never forgive myself.”
Kyle stands up holding out his hand for Zee. “Let’s go home.” He’s curt, but his voice is soft. He’s not angry at Zee or anything really except the situation. It isn’t like Zee hasn’t had dozens, probably hundreds of opening nights before, but he simply can’t fathom how this Son of the Bat is causing her this much distress on a night that’s supposed to be a happy one for her. And the worst part is, that it traces back to what he’d asked her to do. “We’ll think about it tomorrow? We’ll sort it out. And it will be okay, Zee. I know it will, whatever the kid remembers.”
Zee takes his hand firmly, standing up to face Kyle. Despite her fears turning into a reality with the man she loved, she still couldn’t shy away from his requests. Regardless of all she’d done to him, and would possibly still do he was there with a hand reaching into her still churning storm. “We’ll think about it tomorrow.” she nods, leaning against him, as a long dark trench coat materializes over her, dressing her down for the Gotham street outside. “And let’s go home.” she smiles for him, the curve of her mouth drawing higher on one side.
Kyle kisses that corner of her mouth, the curved side, impulsively. He wants to reassure her and let her accept that the deal was done and it was fine. Children can adjust; and Kyle figures if anyone could adjust to different people and situations, it would be Batman’s son. He squeezes her hand as they head out into the snowy dark sidewalks of Gotham. He keeps talking as they walk, unwilling to let Zee subside into a moody silence with her thoughts. “You got a standing ovation and everything. And I liked that trick you did, where it seemed like you forgot your act? I totally believed you did for a second! I was gonna rush up there in case the audience got restless, but then you did that thing with the firework peacocks…so cool.”
She nods along with his conversation about the show, scenes from the stage flashing before her as he goes over every fine detail as though he was onstage with her. He might as well have been, as his smiling face so proud stood out in the crowd brighter than anyone else in attendance. “Oh so you believed my acting then?” she laughs lightly, her heel crunching into the snowy slush on the curb between streets, “Sometimes the crew booed me when they thought I was being too corny. Maybe a shorter pause next time so I don’t have lovely audience members like you trying to save my show.” brushing back her hair she giggles up at him, trying for his sake to brush away her moodiness, “I love your flowers. I’ll try and keep them for as long as the shows running here in my dressing room. They’re beautiful.”
"They’ll last as long as my will holds up," Kyle says and his voice his obviously warm with pleasure at Zee’s enjoyment of the roses. "So in a way, a little piece of me’ll be with you for as long as your show runs." Kyle keeps his arm crooked, letting her hold on to him with both hands as they walk. It’s antiquated, but comforting - especially suited for some reason to the dark neon-lit urban Gotham city-scape. The subway ride home reminds him of NYC; and soon they’re at her door as she sorts out her key. Kyle touches the keychain. "I should cut a key for you. To my place in Coast. I mean - I know you can just pop in but…I dunno. Having a key too makes it…more…something." Kyle grins as she lets them inside.
"If I get a key then you’ll need a key too. You’re here enough that I wouldn’t want you getting locked out…" she switches on several lights, bulbs flickering above them in the entryway and further into the living room as if bringing to life her apartment for them, " Not that it’d be a problem for a Green Lantern but, like you said. It makes it more something." she teases her keychain in front of his face before bringing the lightly decorated loop down to her palm. She cups her apartment’s key in her hand, her fingers pressing down tightly till a metallic tinkle sounding quietly beneath her grip. Peeling back her fingers she shows off a new key, "For you." she nods, handing off the newly fashioned key to Kyle.
Kyle blinks at her magic spell and for a moment - just one tiny, minuscule moment - it seems as if Kyle’s annoyed with Zee. Or not annoyed, but definitely on edge. However, the moment’s gone and Kyle clearly doesn’t realize that it even happened as he swipes up the key with a noise of approval. He fishes in his jacket for his own keys, slipping it onto a ring. “Ayyy that’s fantastic! I’ll have to do one for you the old fashioned way.” Kyle kisses her and switches on the tree, before he ushers her to get ready for bed. From her bedroom, with the door open, they can still see the Christmas lights spilling festive blinking colors onto the walls and ceiling.
"Take your time." she smiles softly after his kiss. Her gaze drifts to the floor as he lights the tree. She thinks she’s quietly taking notice of her growing contradictions, and wonders if Kyle ever did as well. But, the question doesn’t quite form as she’s looking up once more with those owl eyes he always said he loved, walking to the bedroom, her bedroom still as he ushers her inside. The home feels alive, the lights of the tree and in the street down below twinkling for her like heartbeats, but everything else feels hollow. The noise of her toothbrush against her teeth, the friction of her pajamas against her skin, and the peeling back of her sheets almost terrifyingly empty in sensation. Her sleep would not come easy, and she quietly prayed to whatever God she believed in today for Kyle’s sake. And Damian’s. The young boy’s messages quietly appearing brightly on her screen, hidden away from Kyle under her covers.
Kyle follows her into the bed after getting ready for it, and they do so in relative silence. It’s companionable, but they’re both lost in their own thoughts. That’s fine; Kyle figures if he can get Zee towards sleeping, then at least she’ll get some rest. He figures that maybe it’s because she’s coming off her performance high, and then news of Robin returning just carved out a huge chunk of all of that energy. Artist’s temperament; it’s why Kyle liked dating talented people so much. He understood, somewhat. Not noticing her checking her messages, Kyle spoons behind Zee, arms loosely draped around her. He strokes idle circles along her hip as he kisses at her shoulder, waiting for sleep to overtake them both.