╰┈➤ 𝕚n which an experiment out of hundreds leaves margo caulder intangible, and dick grayson is the only one able to make her feel whole again, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. only problem is, they can't stand each-other.
"what would you do without me?"
"live...
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FORCING HER WAY THROUGH THE CEMENT IS WHAT MARGO IMAGINED BEING BURIED ALIVE FELT LIKE. It was as if her body was being squeezed and stretched with bruising force as she pushed through with everything in her, until suddenly it was as if she was falling. Margo instinctively braced herself despite not needing to. Once Margo came to and she realized that her body is in fact in the middle of a table placed in the corner of the room.
She swallowed down her surprised gasp and cloaked herself instantaneously just as Gar turned around. Slowly Margo inched around the room. Centered in the middle laid Rachel on the examination table, where Shayleen Lao was not too long ago. Margo took in the restraints with a frown.
"Chief, are you sure about this?" Gar asked the man, uncertainty clear in his voice.
"This is a relatively simple procedure, given what I've dealt with before. Bring me my case." Chief held out his hand for the object, but Gar remained seated.
"Why? What are you gonna do?"
"You are here to assist me, Garfield, not to question me. Understood?" Chief scolded him as Rachel looked over at Gar, wishing more and more as the seconds ticked by that she never agreed to this in the first place. Gar glanced between her and the Chief.
"Yeah, but I-"
"-Do what I ask. For her. Please?" Chief interrupted him. Gar nodded minutely and ultimately turned away to follow the order. Margo leaned in close to whisper to him.
