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        “It probably smells like fish because you always go to bed no matter what you’re covered in, kiddo...”  Stepping into her room, he stuck his hands on his hips and took a deep breath through his nostrils, squinting an eye at what he smelled, “Have you checked under the bed to make sure nothing’s died under there recently?”  

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67:  Warm hug

        “Ciryke?”  Entering the bridge room, Korso smirked when he spotted his young charge standing near the viewport, watching the spectacular nebula clouds of star dust pass by.  “Can’t sleep, kiddo?”  Approaching, he wrapped a blanket he’d brought out around her, letting his arms encircle her for a warm embrace.  “Everything going alright in your world?”  His voice was quiet, non-judgmental.  He’d grown to be quite protective of the girl, and cared for her comfort and happiness.  She was the closest he’d ever have to a child of his own.

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Vinny yawned and pulled his robe on when he heard the knock and inched toward the door. He’d had a tough time falling asleep anyway. After he opened the door and saw Cir, he was a bit surprised.

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It wasnt uncommon for Ciryke to get overwhelmed with her life, her emotions, the situations she was in. No matter what she could do or how good her resume seemed, she was still just a kid. She wasnt fully capable of handling her emotions, especially guilt.

Exactly what she was feeling now. In this last job she had accidently killed a child much younger than her. It wasnt entirely her fault, its much harder to focus on a large group of cops with her psyche. She didnt know there were civilians behind those cops. She didnt know there was a small child.

She couldnt help but think about all her young friends back at the academy. She wouldnt be telling them about how she had killed a kid…or really anyone. She would just make the story more kid friendly for them.

But right now, she was just gonna wait, if it was for new cops to show up or for her to be dragged off by the woman and her goons to be paid. She heard the crunch of snow behind her and she gripped the cold metal of the swing. What she didnt expect was her employer, Miss. Mary Dahl, Baby Doll, to come sit on the swing next to her. She didnt say a word, she just stared blankly at the snowy ground with her dead eyes.

It took everything Mary had to not get angry. Well, no, that was a lie. She was angry. It took everything Mary had to not let that anger be seen on the surface, and now, as she often did, she thanked twenty years’ worth of acting lessons that she managed it. Because she could feel it all burning under her skin, in the tips of her fingers and the way her hands curled into tight fists around the chains of the swing as she sat down.

Everything had gone to shit, that was for sure – and though she didn’t particularly care one way or the other who got hurt in the middle of her work, the kid’s slip up had taken it from a simple bank job to something the Bat was involved in, which Mary couldn’t tolerate. But she needed Ciryke, if only so she didn’t get snatched up by someone else; in a nicer person, that concern would have been based around fear for someone so young.

In Mary, it was that she didn’t want an asset, a weapon, of hers, to end up on someone else’s payroll.

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Harley had been wanting to get Ciryke out of Belle Reve for a while now, thinking the young girl could do with some time off of such a stress heavy job. She didn’t deserve this kind of hell, and Harley had made a deal with the lady in charge that they’d be under 24 hour surveillance, but she had to let her take Cir out for a bit, just the two girls, to unwind, spinning some shit that it would keep them better on their game when the next mission came in. Harley had negotiated a little van and stocked it with pillows, blankets, and enough junk food to make the two sick, and drove it into the woods where there was a better chance that they couldn’t get in trouble.