Work Text:
7/3/2025
Got home at 4 AM. Only slept like 3 hours before I woke up.
I think I dreamed of Ducra, don’t remember much.
Didn’t eat. Had a headache, drank Earl Grey.
Didn’t help.
Haven’t cleaned my gear off the floor yet. Blood still on the boots from the woman who committed suicide.
11 AM, realized I was supposed to call Roy 3 days ago. Didn’t.
Thought about calling Bruce. Didn’t.
1:30 PM. headaches worse. Took Tylenol. Didn’t help.
Tried to eat. Puked. Laid on bathroom floor till 5 PM. Might have slept.
Tried to drink water. Gagged. Didn’t puke. 3 sips.
7 PM. Moved from bed to couch. TV as background noise.
Made the headache worse. Took more Tylenol. Back to bed.
Zoned out. Thinking bout babysitting Dami in League.
11 PM. Migraine still here. Not patrolling.
In and out of sleep.
3 AM. Window cracked open. Forgot to tell bats.
4 AM. Dick brough soup and crackers. Didn’t puke. Slept.
Woke up. (Dick dropped a pan.) Head still ringing. Eyes hurt now. Stabbing right back of skull.
He cleaned the blood off my gear.
Puked up breakfast.
7 AM. Dick left for work.
8 AM. Bruce showed up. Going to Manor now.
