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You're always complaining, but you keep taking care of him.

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There is no one to hum for, now. It is only a waiting game. The few times that someone has visited, it’s been to press something against her neck that makes the whole world go fuzzy with pain. It leaves her feeling drained, not just of energy, but of her magic. Of her connection to Artie. 

When the doors finally open again, metal scraping on stone, she does not move. Better to play at sleep, to wait for a free moment— but when a hand brushes against her neck, she thrashes. Jester kicks out blindly, screams through her gag. Defiant. Exhausted.

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She can feel the drumming in her head, the warnings. We do not interfere. A boundary that she has pushed more and more as time goes on, and especially recently. Even being here is testing more than she should, but if her friend asks— if her friend needs her, how could she say no? His anxiety is almost dripping off him now, and though it makes her clutch at her head with the force of it, she has to try.

(There is another reminder humming under here skin: he doesn’t care like you care. She ignores it.)

Clara tries to ground herself in her surroundings, but the senses slip away. Gotham is too agitated. So she does something she hasn’t done before; she pushes.

It hurts, but Clara is familiar enough with the expanse of the city to muscle through the overwhelm. She only has a few seconds before Gotham pulls back in a panic, but that’s enough— she saw it.