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[It was a stroke of good luck that had put Alfie within a day's walk of the police station, where Fiona had revived. Watson is on his way too, as are (tentatively) Angel and Rhys - but they're days behind, and there's no question that Alfie will make it to her first. Selfishly, he can't help but be glad about that.

She gets herself to a nearby house, and he's there half a day later - quickening his pace as he sees it up ahead, and calling out her name before he's even up the front steps.]

Fiona?

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[Who knew dying sucked so much? It isn't even so much the revival that bothers Fiona, it's the fact that she can remember the Joker beating her to death. It takes a lot to shake Fiona up, and even now she's trying to compartmentalize, to shove it into the back of her mind as something that happened and that she has to deal with, or attempt to ignore completely. Usually, she's very good at it. Not this time.

She messages Alfie and Watson first. She's still not on good terms with Rhys, but after a bit of persuasion, she finally gets ahold of him, too. And then it's just... waiting. She knows she should be doing something useful, like searching houses for supplies, and she makes a cursory effort in the house she finds herself in as she waits for Alfie, but she can't focus on it. Fiona isn't the type to be needy or clingy, but when Alfie says he's close enough to meet her by lockdown, she's more relieved than she admits. When she hears Alfie's voice, a little of the tension drains from her shoulders, and she opens the door, trying to look nonchalant. He knows her well enough to see through it.]

Hey. You sure know how to keep a girl waiting.

[She's trying, at least.]

[God. Hearing from her had been an immeasurable relief, but seeing her is even better. It's not a glitch. It's not a trick. She really is back.

Alfie goes inside and shuts the door behind him, letting his things fall to the floor. He brings both hands up and frames her face, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow and just the tiniest hint of a smile.]

I woke up, and you were gone.

[It's gently chiding, his tone filled with fondness and relief. She'd been gone, and now she's here. And she'd damn well better stay here, until they can get her back to where she belongs.]

Yeah, sorry. You know me.

[She trails off, gesturing vaguely. It was supposed to be a stupid bandit joke, but she can't quite manage it. Fiona forces a smile back, then slips forward to wrap her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. Just for a second, she tells herself. She just needs a second.]

[Alfie moves a hand up, tangling his fingers in her short hair the way he knows that she likes, and settles his other arm around her. And he just... holds on, happy to stand here as long as she wants to.]

You're freezing.

[Which is always a good excuse to tug her closer, not that he needs one.]

[That second drags on longer than she anticipated, because he tangles his fingers in her hair and she finds herself completely unwilling to move.]

Yeah. Guess it was the whole being dead thing.

[Another attempt at a joke that doesn't really sound like a joke. She's off her game.]

C'mere.

[He pulls away just along enough to bend down and start pulling blankets and pillows out of his bag. He tosses them onto the couch, the nearest soft place. Then he wraps an arm around her again and shuffle-walks them over.]

I'll warm you up.

My hero.

[She sits down obediently, wrapping a blanket around herself.]</small? You don't know where my hat went, do you?

As a matter of fact--

[He fishes that out of his bag too, holding it out for her inspection. It's still a little crumpled, but he and Watson had done their best to smooth it out. The blood stains are also mostly gone, but there are a few stubborn ones that haven't been quite rubbed out yet.]

We did our best with it.

[Fiona makes a face when he hands her the hat, but she can't complain too much. At least they saved it for her.]

I think I'm just going to steal yours for good.

[He smooths a thumb over the biggest bloodstain, apologetic.]

It needs a few more scrubbings.

[But he picks up her hat and settles it gently on her head, then leans over to give her a kiss on the temple.]

It did always look better on you.

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