http://n-ranger.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] n-ranger.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] batwomans_gotham2007-04-06 05:57 pm

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Clara had been adjusting well to Brenda and everything and everyone at Wayne mannor. Only she had woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She stiffled a scream and just bolted out of the bed and room litke a white ghost panicking from the dream and running through hall wayus. She couldn't exactly stop herself. Her mind was on auto-pilot just reacting to the dream and not thinking about what she was doing until she found the stair case leading down to the front hall. She took the stairs two at a time before she ended up slipping and sliding down the last dozen landing in a heap and breathing heavily.

The moon is bright ouside. Steaming in touches of light to illuminate the front of the manor. And Clara ends up shutting her eyes. Trying to block out the raspy noise she thinks she's hearing but really isn't. And she carefully sits up pulling her thin legs against her chest to just stay there curled up and very nervous. Because she can hear other noises tha might be there or might not be. It could be all in her head.
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
The sound of someone running past her door made Bree turn from where she'd been playing with chemicals and a microscope filched from Brenda's lab in the Cave. Her forehead furrowed with concern, she shut everything down and then went in pursuit of the sounds. They'd died away by the time she came out and walked to the end of the hall, but when she cocked her head she could hear a sound that didn't fit into the Manor at night and walked over to look down the stairs. "Clara?"
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Bree looks at her curiously, then trots down the stairs and hunkers down down on the second from the bottom to reach out and awkwardly put a hand on her shoulder. "Bad dream?"
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Do not all dreams feel real?" The six year old's accent was strong as she frowned slightly.
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean, 'weird'?" Bree frowned slightly, taking her hand back and setting it in her lap. She wasn't wearing PJs, but rather still wore her usual blouse and little plaid skirt.
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Bree made a face and ducked her head to look at them. "Do they hurt now?"
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Bree blinked. "Wait. Where you dreaming about something that has happened to you?"
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you talk about it to children?" She plunked her butt down on the step, icy blue eyes intent on Clara's face.