[reverse darkest timeline AU: cellthread #3]

[stilljustandrew]

It's been about two days.

Nobody's come for him.



Andrew's lying down, staring at the far wall.

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[gothamsheiress]

"What isn't true?"

[stilljustandrew]

"That -- that he was like me once. That everybody was like me, all the way back, and -- and none of it's real."

The way he says it, it seems clear: he wants very much to believe it isn't true, and can't.

[gothamsheiress]

"I don't think that's likely. I'm sorry."

[stilljustandrew]

He's silent, face bleak, eyes lowered.

"I shouldn't be talking like this. About this. I shouldn't be thinking like this --"

[gothamsheiress]

"It isn't wrong to think," she says, firmly. "And no one here will punish you for it."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew glances up at her -- a brief look, utterly daunted, pleading: promise?

[gothamsheiress]

"I give you my word," she murmurs. "As far as is it's in my power to keep you safe, I will."

[stilljustandrew]

His eyes well up again, and he blinks it back with difficulty.

"Thank you," he -- croaks is, sadly, probably the only word for it -- and coughs, short and sharp. And again.

His throat's painfully dry, and has been for some time without him noticing.

[gothamsheiress]

"Would you like some tea? Or water?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Water," he mumbles, "please."

A clear plastic carafe of water and two matching tumblers materialize out of the air, on the floor next to Brix.

[gothamsheiress]

She rises from her chair and settles kneeling on the floor, pours a cup of water for Andrew, hands it up to him.

[stilljustandrew]

He takes it without quite looking at her, holding the cup in both hands like a tired child, and takes a sip.

The sip turns into a gulp, and he doesn't take a breath for another several swallows, almost draining the cup.

[gothamsheiress]

She's started to pour herself a cup, as well -- but she pauses, holding the jug, and waits for him to take a breath instead.

"More?"

[stilljustandrew]

He nods, silently, and after a beat remembers to hold out the cup.

[gothamsheiress]

Smiling faintly, she refills his cup, then pours herself one as well.

The cell is quiet, for a moment or two. Brix's gaze is unfocused, resting on nothing in the middle distance, but she remains acutely aware of Andrew's breathing.

[stilljustandrew]

It's slow and deep, and only a little uneven.

He drinks the second cup of water slowly, trying to make it last.

[gothamsheiress]

She waits until he's finished to speak again.

First things first: "How are you feeling?"

[stilljustandrew]

He takes another breath.

"Better," he says slowly, "I think. A little better."

A pause, and a touch lower: "And worse. At the same time. I don't know if that makes any sense."

[gothamsheiress]

"It does." She gives him a sad smile. "Healing is a painful process."

[stilljustandrew]

He bites his lip.

"Is that what we're doing?"

[gothamsheiress]

"I truly hope so," she says, her smile fading away. "Would you call it something else?"

[stilljustandrew]

"I don't know."

He rubs at his eyes, not to wipe away tears but as though they're starting to hurt.

[gothamsheiress]

Honestly, that's a better answer than she feared, if not exactly the agreement she might have hoped for.

"All right," quietly.

"I do have another question or two for you, if you aren't too tired. If you'd rather I go now, though, they can wait a little while."

[stilljustandrew]

He hesitates, then gives his face one more rub and lowers his hand.

"I think I'm okay to keep going. A little bit."

[gothamsheiress]

"Thank you." She looks up at him, meeting his eyes. "I know this is hard for you. It means a great deal that you keep going."