[ Once safely settled in the jet, Rapunzel pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them. Her two-toned hair spills around her haphazardly, but she makes no move to neaten it. The adrenaline of her escape is still pumping through her body, but she makes an effort to contain all that energy. She's not out of the woods yet, so to speak. Her gaze is glassy as she looks in front of her, almost in a world of her own. ]
I don't...I don't have a home.
[ It's the one piece of the puzzle she never worked out. Who was she before Gothel took her? She never convinced Gothel to tell her, and she couldn't begin to remember.
Rapunzel's breathing becomes short and shallow as panic begins to take over. Now that she had escaped, what was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to go? She needed to stop, to center herself. She couldn't lose control. She forced herself to take a deeper, longer breath. She moved one hand to touch the cool interior of the jet.
And then something Dick said cycles in her mind. She looks over at him finally. ]
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I don't...I don't have a home.
[ It's the one piece of the puzzle she never worked out. Who was she before Gothel took her? She never convinced Gothel to tell her, and she couldn't begin to remember.
Rapunzel's breathing becomes short and shallow as panic begins to take over. Now that she had escaped, what was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to go? She needed to stop, to center herself. She couldn't lose control. She forced herself to take a deeper, longer breath. She moved one hand to touch the cool interior of the jet.
And then something Dick said cycles in her mind. She looks over at him finally. ]
...Batman? Really?