CrazySpaz: I felt the need to write a new chapter. Its pretty pointless, but you see... I don't have everything plotted out to the color of their eyes... size of their feet... ect. ect.
Advice: Enjoi.
Currently listening to: The Early November- Make it Happen.
Warning: Unexperienced, unintelligent, tired and overrelmed.
FOB in the hizouse.
NOW serving during BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER ARE: Sleeping Pills.
Have fun. It's short.
YES, you creators go sue my fourteen year old ass for my lame attempt at plagerism.
It's the same spot, the same time, but a different day. The silence lasts for awhile, both unspoken. They'll never know.
Richard Grayson leans back in his chair, baffled at the young woman- ever since their first appointment.
He shakes his head.
I make it seem like it was a date.
She stares off into space; bored.
On days like these it's usually slow; sometimes they'll talk, sometimes they won't. It all depends on the days of the week. The things they drink, the things they eat- just normally the things they did on a daily basis, but these two were no where near normal.
"So…" Dick trails off.
"What," her voice raspy.
"Recall any… memories?"
"Sometimes," Raven's voice remains raspy.
"Can you tell me one?"
"No."
"Why not," his clipboard drops with a clink; it was pretty useless.
"Because…"
Dick irritated at this point, manages to hold his tongue.
Go for starters.
"So… how's the weather?" He tried, he really did.
"If you haven't noticed who I AM, then let me remind you that I haven't been out of this place for months it seems. I'm a patient DICK; do you think they let me out? Do you think they care about it? They're all just foolish people who yearn for money. They don't care, they never did. They'll never fix me… they'll never understand."
You foolish boy.