67: We have a problem. [Forward dated to after the Wonderland gig.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Still in a drowsy state, He hung lazily off of his bed, face pasted in a pool of his own drool as he snored the hours away. That's just how things work. You sleep. You wake up. Though sleeping without a companion was not a thing Wheatley did often. And he certainly didn't remember not doing so earlier.

Rolling off the bed, in a clumsy flail of limbs, the first thing he realized was his hands.
His very muscular hands.
Then it was his biceps.

Holding his hands out in front of him, stupefied, he squinted, calling out to the woman who he thought was in the room with him.]

Uhhhh... love?

[Looking around, it had been only then he realized he was somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't his house. He's been kidnapped!

No wait.

Slowly, his eyes trail down to the puddle of drool on the floor. Leaning forward slowly, he was surprised to see his face wasn't the one he woke up with.]

Ahhh???

[Shattering sounds!]

AGHGHHHAHHAHHAHAHHHHHHH????

[Crash.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??!!!

[Screaming at the top of his lungs, someone was bound to hear him in his room.]

Comments

[wheatdos]

[He grinds his teeth.]

If you want to hole him up somewhere so badly, I know just the place. It will keep him confined and also allow me to examine this... predicament more thoroughly.

[sawadeertoday]

Where are you going to put him? [ she asked, warily. A tiny bit sharp. She understood the danger, but they were talking about him as though he were a deranged animal- and as dumb as he was... she didn't very much approve. If the situation were any more light, she might have found Wheatley's method of apologizing via cake funny, but... ]

[kryptonian]

[She folds her arms and gives Hank a withering look.]

And what are you, in a human body, going to do if he won't be confined in this place?

[cheerupemoborg]

I'm-- I'm going home.

[He's given up really trying to defend himself.]

I want to go home.
I-I want to go home. Love, tell them I'm going home with you.

[He knew they all could hear him, but he didn't want to talk to much of anyone aside from her.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues certainly didn't feel sorry for Wheatley at the moment, sure he was acting harmless now, but how long would that last with such erratic behavior?]

She has a point there.

[wheatdos]

[He glares right back.]

Oh, he will be.

You can count on that.

[Though, if he refuses... well, he may need Supergirl's help in the end. He's not about to admit that now, however.]

[sawadeertoday]

[ She looks to Hank- to the lady. Wheatley's words really got to her- and besides, she wanted him under her watch. ]

How about my room? [ she offered, not wanting to set either of them off edge by being any less considerate. ] You can all come, if anything. Let's at least move this inside.

[ That way, they could start repairing the robot, talk things over, and not be in plain sight. Right? Besides, it would be a tad more comfortable for Wheatley, she imagined. ]

[kryptonian]

[She's tempted to roll her eyes, but what can she do? She puts her hands on her hips.]

Okay, so what does your room provide?