Watching her point, he looks back over his shoulder to note where she indicates and then nods in her direction with a grateful but tense smile before disappearing among the chips and dog food and tar pits.
He's not always like this. In fact, he'd been at a steady calm for years coming up to everything that had happened in Gotham. Five months of anarchy, of madmen holding a whole city hostage, of starvation conditions and rampant panic. The looming terror of nuclear destruction was like a buzzing under the skin that didn't allow Blake to rest until the thread had been squashed.
There hadn't been time enough to reset before the portal birthed him into a new world that followed very much on theme with those months in Gotham. Kidnapped, imprisoned, starved, and forced to comply. What he'd avoided back home, he hadn't been able to avoid here and it dogs him like it was a mistake he could have avoided. Never mind that he volunteered.
It's barely thirty seconds later when Blake comes backing out of the bathroom door, stopping, staring, shaking his head. And then he swings by the coffee station to retrieve his cup on the way to the counter and Sabine, two bucks in hand that he probably hadn't had before going in.
"The guy in the bathroom," he says, eyeing Sabine a bit like a person who doesn't quite know what he saw. "Does he work here, or..." Blake clears his throat and places down the singles, sniffs the coffee, sips tentatively. Okay, not bad.
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He's not always like this. In fact, he'd been at a steady calm for years coming up to everything that had happened in Gotham. Five months of anarchy, of madmen holding a whole city hostage, of starvation conditions and rampant panic. The looming terror of nuclear destruction was like a buzzing under the skin that didn't allow Blake to rest until the thread had been squashed.
There hadn't been time enough to reset before the portal birthed him into a new world that followed very much on theme with those months in Gotham. Kidnapped, imprisoned, starved, and forced to comply. What he'd avoided back home, he hadn't been able to avoid here and it dogs him like it was a mistake he could have avoided. Never mind that he volunteered.
It's barely thirty seconds later when Blake comes backing out of the bathroom door, stopping, staring, shaking his head. And then he swings by the coffee station to retrieve his cup on the way to the counter and Sabine, two bucks in hand that he probably hadn't had before going in.
"The guy in the bathroom," he says, eyeing Sabine a bit like a person who doesn't quite know what he saw. "Does he work here, or..." Blake clears his throat and places down the singles, sniffs the coffee, sips tentatively. Okay, not bad.