psychic_hotline | 10 ☕ Video

[Sara fixes an eye on the camera. She's about 12/13, but an early bloomer, and she looks mad as hell.]

Wasn't once enough? I'm not gonna do this again. I'm not going to hold still for another two months so you can do whatever the fuck you want to me again. I'm not gonna let you, you can kill me first. Or I'll kill you.

[She sounds determined, but she doesn't actually know what happened to her the first time she was abducted, only that it hurt. She's actually kind of terrified that she might remember it this time around.]

And all these little kids? What the hell is wrong with you people? All this cozy babysitting shit doesn't change the fact that we're prisoners. Let them go.

Any of you lay a hand on any of them and I'm breaking it the fuck off.

[Open Spam]

[After pretty much trashing the room she woke up in, Sara's found two things of interest: an NYPD badge - not her dad's, the number's wrong - and a .357 revolver. She's not a great shot, but she knows her way around a gun, and she manages to get it loaded and tucked in the back of her jeans. One of the shirts she found in the closet, unbuttoned, more or less hides it from casual inspection.

You can find her prowling the halls, watching out for adult malfeasance and looking like she doesn't need much more than an excuse.]

[OOC: Multithreads much encouraged. Prior warning for the likelihood of violence; Sara is a fighty angry mess at this stage of her life and won't hesitate to pull a gun on an adult or anyone claiming to have a degree of control over the situation. I am fine with/kind of expect her ending up in Zero. PP or PM me for any plot queries!]

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[Not that far from the truth. B(]

I have my utility belt with me, yeah. Why?

Any of the guys who say they know what's going on try to get near you, get away from them. Do whatever it takes.

[Though you're pretty much a lost cause, evidently, you aren't even wearing pants.]

Why? What do you think is going to happen?

Like I said. You don't want to know.

Yeah, I do. I want to help people and keep them safe. It's my job. And I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on.

The last time they took me -

[Some of her anger peels back and there's a lot of fear and pain underneath.]

They tied me to a chair. It was dark, mostly. They did some stuff, it - hurt. They had these instruments, like pliers -

[And yeah she's not saying anything else to you, crazy strange boy.]

[Oh boy. He's been on the job for a couple years now, and he thinks sometimes Bruce makes him stay home when he's dealing with cases like this, but she's still not the first person he's ever talked to who's been through something terrible like that.

It sort of feels like being reassuring might work better in person, but she'd also threatened to take off someone's hand earlier so maybe it's best there's some distance here. :V]

Sara, that isn't going to happen here, I promise. Whoever did that didn't do it this time.

YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!

[Okay, breathe, really trying not to have a shitfit here.]

I was there for two months! I tried to tell Uncle Siry - [She makes a funny hiccuping noise.] - I tried to tell the cops what happened and there wasn't a scratch on me so they wouldn't believe me!

[Breathe. Don't punch a wall.]

God, why am I even talking to you? They've already gotten to you, Robin.

[Well, the Gee I Wish Bruce Was Here meter just went up like, forty notches with that little outburst.]

I believe you that it happened, but I know Tim. He's my friend, he's helped Batman and I a lot, and if we were in danger, he'd know and he wouldn't let it happen. And there's proof that we're here as adults, too.

I won't ask you to trust me, but I want to help.

Oh my God, don't you get it? They put him into your memories so you'd trust him. Don't you remember anything about your life before here? Not the my-parents-are-dead-acrobats bit, your real memories?

[Someone's adult self may have...slightly understated her familiarity with the Batman mythos.]

[... Sara we might need to have a chat about this in a few days.

That is kind of like the floor dropping out from underneath him, ngl, because he has been SO careful, just like Bruce told him to not to tell anyone about it, and that is just way too specific a reference to have been a coincidence. The surprise and hurt plays out in his expression before he tries to reel it back in.]

I don't- [Know what you're talking about doesn't quite finish coming out of his mouth on the first try, and he's not sure if he's angry or shocked or what.] I don't know what you're talking about.

Yeah, your ~secret identity~ isn't such a big secret, Dick.

How do you know that?

Like I said. There's a bunch of comics about 'you' and Batman. There have been for decades.

How is that even possible? Batman's only been around for like, six years.

Of course that's what you think, you've been brainwashed. Robin and Batman aren't real.

[Geez, Sara, you're being quite the iconoclast today.]

If I wasn't real, you wouldn't be talking to me right now. I'm not brainwashed. You don't know anything about me. [Don't mention his parents again. >C]

God damn it.

I don't have time for this. You can't trust Tim, you can't trust anybody, and eventually they're just gonna decide it's time for you to be somebody else instead. You don't have to let them do that to you.

I didn't. This is who I am.

Yeah, sure. Today.

[And she cuts off to go prowling because you're clearly a lost cause.]

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[Private] welp found the miniseries explaining what she DOES remember

[Private] ugh Sara :C

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