Taystee Diner, New Gotham, Tuesday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly wasn't generally the sort to call out from a shift without being, like, dead or recovering therefrom (it was a little sad that he knew that about himself), but he'd've been sorely tempted to, today. As it was, most of the staff had commented that he looked "like shit on toast, dude" and a few customers had politely asked for a different server.

Yeah, it was the best day ever.

He tried not to rub at his eyes as he looked over the diner, keeping an eye out for one customer in particular and trying not to obviously look at the other customers who should be scattered about, laying low and ready to jump in if things went terribly.

He was not cut out for this sneaky stuff. After this, he was going somewhere where he didn't have to be sneaky at all for awhile.

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"Yeah, I'm okay." Dinah was shaking with adrenaline, and now reaching to hold the bar towel in place on Priestly's arm. "She could've really hurt you, those stupid cops--" She inhaled, and squeezed his free hand, sending, I really didn't want to give her another chance to hurt you. Or anyone else, too, but she was still thinking of Barbara going to pieces over Wade, and if that had been Priestly--

Well. Reese would've had to cuff Dinah to something to keep her from taking Harley apart.

"You did great," she added aloud. "You really did." She grinned a little wildly. "She's caught."

Harley's shrieking was fading into the distance as Reese put her into the patrol car outside.

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Priestly on the other hand was kind of buzzing. "I almost fought her!" Oh honey. "Do you think I'll have to testify at a trial or something? I'm totally starting to see why you do this all the time. Man, my arm doesn't even hurt."

Yet. His arm didn't hurt yet. When this adrenaline rush ended, he was going to crash pretty hard.

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Dinah gave a hiccup of hysterical laughter, then insisted, "Ice. And the ER. And some nice topical drugs. Then you can tell me how much it doesn't hurt." She drew a breath, letting her head fall on the side of his shoulder. "Gah. No. No trial. She's already broken out, that's ten years onto her sentence, plus the extras... her lawyer is so not going to be thrilled with her. They're going to have to up her security at Arkham a crazy huge amount." She straightened. "You did fight her, you faced her down after what she did. God, I'm so proud of you." Hiccup.

Don't ever ever scare her like that again, Priestly, jeez.

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Why did everyone always blame Priestly when he got hurt? He didn't panic this time! That was serious progress!

"Me too," Priestly agreed. "She is -- really terrifying."

As evidenced by the fact that all of his coworkers and most of the diner's other patrons were all now hiding behind the lunch counter. Priestly spotted his manager among the crowd.

"Uh, boss?"

"OH MY GOD GO TO THE HOSPITAL," the manager said.

"Alrighty."