╰┈➤ 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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MARGO STANDS PATIENTLY IN THE SMALL GLASS CHAMBER, ready for the daily process to be over. Once upon a time, she would hyperventilate due to claustrophobia. Now she just hums the entirety of "Bohemian Rhapsody" to herself as a distraction from her discomfort. She hums a "Galileo" louder and shuts her eyes at the sound of the door sealing shut.
There is a steady hiss before red mist seeps through the small holes in the floor. Within moments it fills the chamber. Slowly the mist is absorbed into her ghostly figure until nothing is left. She sighs in relief when the door snaps open.
"A charming serenade per usual Mars."
"Thank you kindly, Cliff."
The two begin walking upstairs. Well, one of them at least.
"Yeah uh, do you take requests?" He jokingly asks. Margo only rolls her eyes with a smile.
"Why, what were you thinking?" Margo asked. Cliff hummed thoughtfully.
"Some Fleetwood Mac?"
Margo halts and snaps her head toward him, causing him to stop in his place as well. He turns her head towards her with a mechanical whirr.
