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"Is this place wheelchair friendly?" Bruce asked as he wheeled in, he was covered in paint and it was probably best not to ask why. He was in a stinking bad mood, had a headache the size of America, with as bad music as lower gotham. "Cause I need a shower and homes to far away"
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"She's a bit too big for that now," she said, then stood behind him and gently pushed his wheelchair through the teleporter and into a small, wheelchair customized room.
"The shower's in there," She said, pointing to the bathroom. "To get back, just leave through the door, it's pretty automatic."
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"Hey. Feeling better?" she said, looking at him hopefully.
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-M...master,- she rumbled, trying her best to raise, legs shaking as she stood, then faltered and hit the floor with a deep thud.
-I... I'm sorry,- she panted, mouth opening as her head turned to the side, making it easing her labored breathing slightly.
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-I am old, Bruce. There is no medicine for that,- she purred softly, eyes slipping shut as she enjoyed his company.
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-She is not sure what to give. She is offering something... I can not tell what it is.-
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Then she paused, sniffing him. -You... you know my little self? Is she with you?-
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-That... that is good. I have rarely been far away from my Bruce since... since I joined his side,- she said dozedly, at times pausing to try and catch her breath. -I have never wanted to be.-
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-He... he is a good boy,- she rumbled dozedly. -Grew up fine. Grew up to carry the torch.... good boy.-
"Can I get you anything, mister Wayne?" Jubee asked softly.
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