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Give Darcy presents. || Accepting.

And it’s not even the shove that’s all that bad, because she can handle that. It’s the big wave of emotion that comes with his touch. She doesn’t get specific thoughts, but she just gets everything that he’s feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelming. She doesn’t realize that tears are brimming in her eyes, but it’s really no shock. This happened sometimes.

“Fuck you, dude.” She doesn’t really mean it, but she ended up with his anger, too.

There’s grease in her hair, a smear of dirt thick and cloying on her cheek, , and a string of bruises running the course of her neck, her arm, one thin leg. This time the long trip out of Arkham and Gotham hadn’t treated her kindly – hours of running, walking, a few hours curled up in a truck bed to keep from being seen – but Mary Dahl is nothing if not resilient. She keeps walking.

If Harvey Dent finds her he’s going to kill her. That much is a dissatisfying fact. He’d been breathing down her neck even as she’d crawled her way under the asylum’s fence, and though it was truly a carnival of errors – enough to drive even that damn clown even further round the bend – she can’t go back yet.

Random asks. || Always Accepting. tagging @stayingtxgether

“Aren’t we all a little bit weird?”