[No. If he'd just lost it... How could he be so casual about losing such a thing? Doc had made them all special for them, spent the time and effort to craft to each of their needs... Fittings, maintenance, design... Affording them the attention and care even a nobleman might envy.
Thanks to Father.
Just another thing in a long line of "thanks to Father"'s. She hadn't asked for it, none of them had. Sometimes she finds herself wishing to be back at that workhouse hobbling about on a crutch- she'd do the labor required, she'd live her life with one damn leg if it meant not having to have that man's seal stamped on her inner thigh burning a sick brand in to her fake skin.
But the other part of her knew that wasn't true. That on order to survive she needed that leg, and Joker his arm, and Dagger his foot, because without it they'd wind back right where they started- the gutter. Knew that now she'd had a taste of wholeness that she'd never be able to lie and say she wished she'd never had it in the first place.
No.
Knuckles were white in the back of his coat, unwilling to let go or raise her head even with the doubts she had about his answer.]
When was that?
[People said months, he'd been here months- but that was impossible. She knew that. She's seen him last night. (Last night-)]
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Thanks to Father.
Just another thing in a long line of "thanks to Father"'s. She hadn't asked for it, none of them had. Sometimes she finds herself wishing to be back at that workhouse hobbling about on a crutch- she'd do the labor required, she'd live her life with one damn leg if it meant not having to have that man's seal stamped on her inner thigh burning a sick brand in to her fake skin.
But the other part of her knew that wasn't true. That on order to survive she needed that leg, and Joker his arm, and Dagger his foot, because without it they'd wind back right where they started- the gutter. Knew that now she'd had a taste of wholeness that she'd never be able to lie and say she wished she'd never had it in the first place.
No.
Knuckles were white in the back of his coat, unwilling to let go or raise her head even with the doubts she had about his answer.]
When was that?
[People said months, he'd been here months- but that was impossible. She knew that. She's seen him last night. (Last night-)]