Out of madness and time

[quitestrange]

“How strange.”

The door to her new cell had been open for — Be precise. If you don’t keep time, it will keep you. — four minutes and thirty-two seconds if this device Hatter only wished he could create told the time truthfully.

“Are you coming out, miss?” inquired a guard, one rather more polite than others of his species, it had to be said. After all, she had only just killed a man—unless she had been sedated for quite a long while—and he had cause to be uncivil.

“If I’m to be subjected to trepanning or bloodletting, I should think not,” she decided to reply. If he ran toward red and coppery, it would be best to know before he marked it in her skin.

“Neither of those practices are used on this station, miss. It’s quite safe to come out.”

“Am I still at Moorgate, then?” Curious. She wouldn’t have thought it to have holding cells. A worse thought struck her, provoking a chill of dread. Had Bumby survived? “I’d rather be a gaolbird than a prostitute, thank you very much.”

The man outside sighed and stepped into the light in front of the door.

“You’re no orderly!” Alice cried, quite distraught, to see a man dressed all in black, fitted far too close to his skin. Several gold rings glinted from the cartilage of his ear. “Stay back, brute! I’ll not be booty for the likes of you.”

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[ice_tomeetyou]

Leonard may just be casing the station, one corridor at a time, but he stopped dead when he heard the commotion. Common sense said to stay away, to stay clear at all costs, but when did common sense mean anything to Len? To be fair, he didn't want to be around a person getting so upset on basically a tin can. That led to holes, and holes led to space getting in... and yeah. It was messy.

He poked his head round the corner, seeing a guard peering into what looked like the room Len had came out of not a day earlier. Filing that piece of information away for future reference, he stepped closer, leaning against the wall and addressing the guard casually. "She ain't gonna come out while she thinks you could be a pimp," he pointed out, amused at the whole thing.

[quitestrange]

Darius turned to see who thought they had any business poking their nose in this affair and found one of the other newest of the new acting like he owned the place. Never one to be overly compassionate to the new, on account of having been new once himself and adjusting much less kindly than folks did now, the captain of cool over there was damned annoying.

"Funny how I have ears," Darius snapped at him and then stepped into the quarantine chamber. Once inside, he tried out a quiet and reasonable tone, "Miss, if I wanted to pimp you out, I wouldn't bother getting you out of there. I'd just let the customers in."

Alice tipped her head, gaze narrowing. "There's a logic in that," she had to admit. "But it's not one I like. In order to free me, you admit to being a pimp." She hadn't done what she had to Bumby only to turn a blind eye to his vices elsewhere, wherever else this where was.

Darius rolled his eyes and stepped forward, reaching for the girl. "That's not what I--"

"Unhand me, foul fiend!" Alice snapped and sliced a side-wise turned announcing machine across his cheek.

At blood welling forth, the pimp growled and advanced on the girl, now determined to get her the hell out of this room--into someone else's concern.

Only the girl had, he now noticed, flipped over the bed and stood behind it, wielding her communication pad like a scythe. "Right. Either you're walking out or I'm carrying you out. Which is it going to be?"

At which, Alice let out a short, piercing screech, leapt over the bed and starting whaling on the considerably larger pimp. The sound of the back of his hand against her cheek and her thudding against the wall echoed loud in the otherwise empty cell.

Fuck. He was so dead.

[ice_tomeetyou]

Len certainly didn't need anyone to be compassionate towards him. He was here, he dealt, end of story. He just didn't like

One thing he couldn't stand was casual violence towards anyone. The girl was terrified, that much was certain, and while he admired her whaling on the man - she had guts, he'd give her that much - the all too casual way the guard hit her? That was unacceptable, especially if he was trying to get rid of her out of the cell.

There was a comforting whine as the cold gun powered up. He wasn't even sure it would do that here, so the fact it is was a good thing. He pointed it at the guard, his whole demeanour still casual despite the gun he was holding. "I think the lady has made her thoughts on the matter perfectly clear," he said, his drawl in full effect. "Is that how they tell you to deal with the newly arrived?" If it was, he didn't think much of the welcome wagon.

[quitestrange]

Darius gave one look at the girl, who unexpectedly was neither crying nor staying down, but already getting to her feet with a decidedly unpleasant snarl, and one look at the captain of cool with his gun and he shrugged, put up his hands and walked out.

"You wanna call that a lady, be my guest," he said and washed his hands of the affair before he got fired instead of reprimanded or suspended. He didn't even stop to deal with the guy and his gun. If he fired it, it would be someone else's problem. Darius was outta there.

Alice, on the other hand, took an active interest in the man with the weapon. It looked like something Hatter might have made, but he had never seen this man before. Perhaps the beings in Wonderland looked different now. She tipped her head and considered him, and then decided there could be no harm in being polite. "A gentleman in this part of the world is rare, it seems, so one who'd risk his neck for a girl of no-account rarer still. I thank you." A hint of something wicked and not all together gentle entered her eyes as she cleaned the blood off her device like she would a blade. "And I'll thank you even more for putting down your weapon."

[ice_tomeetyou]

Len held his gun on the guard, watching him until he left the area. He didn't trust any guard, so he was going to wait and see what he would do, and was pleasantly surprised when he actually did what he said he was going to do and left him to it.

"Oh, I'm no gentleman," he said, turning back to Alice. He waited a moment, then pulled his gun up to his shoulder. He wasn't quite ready to put it away yet. Not until he was sure she wasn't going to go nuts at him. "You're new here, and you deserve a fair shot at getting to know where you are before guards start throwing their weight about."

[quitestrange]

"I suppose a fair shot is preferable to a foul shot." Alice took a few cautious steps toward him but didn't quite leave the defensible position of her cell. "Although I should warn you, if you mean to shoot, I rarely consider fair or foul when striking back. She who hesitates is lost and I'm rather tired of being lost."

He did wait patiently for her to speak and hadn't tried to grab her. But rescuers were notorious for wanting something in return. This one carried his weapon with the same practiced ease she did her Pepper Grinder, which meant he was dangerous. It also meant he would hardly shoot her by accident.

"Nothing here looks familiar. Is this what's become of my Wonderland?"

[ice_tomeetyou]

"I'm not going to shoot," he said, shoving the gun back into it's holster. Shooting innocents? Not his way. He might be many things, but he made a promise, and he was keeping it.

"Wonderland?" He tried not to react to it, but he couldn't help being amused by it. Really? Well, it was one way of describing where you used to live. Just a fanciful one. "I don't know, I just know it's some kind of space station, and we're all here for some nefarious reason." He might have hated Rip and his mission, but at least he had a choice in it. He felt like he was being jerked around here.

[quitestrange]

"I assure you, I'm not nef--" Alice began huffily, hands planted on her hips, but she subsided before she finished, as it occurred to her that after what she'd done, she might well be. Never one to lie, she amended, "Presently, I have no nefarious intent, nor plans to cooperate with any such if indeed I've been brought here to some nefarious end."

She cocked her head, then, gaze narrowing in thought. "I should think any station exists in space. It could hardly exist in a point unless it were one-dimensional or a plane unless it were two. Since I was three-dimensional and there have been no vials, or falls, or viands with instructions to imbibe, I hardly think that's changed. You must mean something else, but I cannot think what."

[ice_tomeetyou]

"Sweetheart, we're all nefarious some way or another. Don't worry about it." He totally had nefarious intent, he wouldn't be Leonard Snart if he wasn't. It was just his own intent, not anyone elses.

He frowned as he looked at her. "Vials? Viands with instructions to imbibe? Not exactly common where I'm from," he pointed out. "It's a station, not surrounding Earth." Assuming she came from Earth, that was. Who knows, maybe she was one of the aliens he'd heard so much about.

[quitestrange]

"I may have gaps in my memory but I should think I'd recall if we were sweethearts," she replied tartly, although not so tartly as she might have. He'd been speaking to her nearly five minutes without assuming anything about her sexual availability, and he didn't reek of alcohol, filth, or cologne.

All in all, it was enough to induce her out of the cell into the open. Her hair, which had been dirty and shaggy, now gleamed in the light despite the ragged cut and the dark circles of malnutrition under her eyes had already begun to recede from whatever they'd done to her in quarantine. Nevertheless she still bore bruises on her exposed upper arms with the clear shape of fingerprints and she was still appallingly thin.

She blinked in the bright lights of the strange place, but stood her ground, and elected to answer him since he'd so far done her a good turn. "Vials, small bottles of liquids. Viands, food. In a world I once knew, such things were common for shrinking or growing. If one was to become a dimension of a different number, that would be how it was done. But how can we be in a place not surrounding Earth? Professor Verne only just wrote From the Earth to the Moon, unless I've been comatose again...oh dear."

[ice_tomeetyou]

No terms of endearment. Gotcha. Len was nothing if not adaptable, and he could tell when someone was highly skittish, and that the smallest thing could set her off.

A wave of anger washed over him as he took in her appearance. Not at her, but at whatever son of a bitch did that to her. The bruises like that on his arms? He and Lisa both bore them more often that not during their childhood, until Len got big enough to be able to fight back and expect to win. The people in this station had better not have done that to her, or there would be a reckoning.

"Space travel is a thing," he said with a shrug, everything about him screaming 'relaxed'. It was a forced posture, but he could maintain it for a long time. "So are different times. Guess we skipped somewhere into the future." Especially if she was talking about Verne. Was that Jules Verne? He might be the one who didn't finish high school, but he was smart enough. The name rang huge bells.

[quitestrange]

He spoke strangely but his tone remained level and kind in spite of the furious flash of anger in his face. It made an uncertain impression on an already uncertain girl. She frowned and wished again for her Vorpal Blade.

She did not see how what he said could be true, but likewise she did not see any other explanation. If this was Wonderland, some version of Wonderland, it had changed so much she didn't know it.

Her shoulders lowered and her head tipped down. "I don't suppose it matters when we are. Or where. Even if this is a prison, I'm hardly worse off than I was and the others will be safe now."

[ice_tomeetyou]

The anger wasn't at her. At least, not her directly, but what had been done to her. He quickly schooled his face back to normal.

"Oh, I've been in prisons before. This one ain't so bad. At least you can move about." Better than being in a six by eight foot cell at least. Though it looked like there was the same jockeying for position here. Still, that was a game Len knew well. "Why were you in prison?" Because the thought of someone like Lisa being in prison... yeah, that made his blood boil.

[quitestrange]

So he was some sort of scoundrel, was he? Well, he seemed kind enough at least and hadn't tried anything yet. Besides, she herself was a murderess now.

Still, there were certain proprieties to be observed. "I should think we ought to exchange names, at least, before I divulge my darkest secrets." Although she didn't intend it and would be perfectly mortified if she knew, there was, nevertheless, something almost coy about her eyes and her mouth when she said it. "I'm Alice. And you?"

[ice_tomeetyou]

Well, if he were being honest, he was a lot of a scoundrel. Though less so than he used to be, with the crew of the Waverider. He had his moments, but he also had his moments of protecting his crew, those closest to him.

"Leonard," he said in return, catching the look. He'd seen it a lot in his life. He had used it a lot, too. He'd never been one to shy away from using any advantage he could get, and he knew his looks worked in his favor. "Nice to meet you, Alice."

[quitestrange]

"I daresay it might have been nicer had there been someone to introduce us properly." Alice sounded a trifle peevish, she knew, but it had been rather an unpleasant night and she had every reason to be. "But you did intervene when you had no cause to and for that I am grateful."

She let out a slow breath, gaze narrowing in consternation and then widening again. "Why? Why did you stop him? It was no concern of yours."

[ice_tomeetyou]

"I've only been here a day or so, and I know that's something you've just gotta do yourself. Looks like the welcoming committee is somewhat lacking."

He shrugged. "I don't like people who think it's okay to abuse those in their charge. He was getting a little violent, I objected."

[quitestrange]

"Ah." That provoked a true smile, half-feral and all teeth. "That, I quite understand." After all, had she not done the same in pushing Bumby in front the train? "For if you had turned a blind eye, it would have made you complicit," she repeated what she had been told about her own failings. "Or perhaps you simply choose to protect those who are vulnerable. Either way, I find it very admirable, Leonard."

Yes, her impression of him was quite favorable indeed.

[ice_tomeetyou]

"I got my reasons." It was sullen when he said it. He didn't like having to explain himself to anyone, especially some dumb punk kid. Never mind that he was protective of her a few moments ago. "I ain't an admirable guy."

[quitestrange]

"Indeed. We all have our reasons, if not our reason," although she'd been regaining hers. Even if this new place seemed quite as mad as her Wonderland in some respects, in others it seemed quite...ordinary. If cleaner than she was used to. "You needn't be offended, you know. I only mean I admire being willing to stand up to abusers. I've only just learned to do it myself."

[ice_tomeetyou]

"You learned." That was always the most important thing. Too many kids just accepted the abuse as normal. He'd always had Lisa to protect, but if you were on your own, it could be hard, he knew. "That isn't easy."

[quitestrange]

"It wasn't," Alice agreed and then said quietly, not quite to herself, "I had to defeat the Dollmaker to do it, and clear him and his infernal train out of Wonderland to do it." A frown came over her features then and she walked closer in small, cautious steps with her finger crooked to beckon him closer so she could ask a question. "I don't know you to trust you hardly at all but I must trust someone and better you than the guards. May I ask you something, where it cannot be overheard?"