to tie up loose ends to make amends

[skort]

WHO: supertorso & battothefuture
WHERE: Terry's apartment.
WHEN: Sometime around today-ish? Today being Thursday.
WARNINGS: ... Possibility of some violence.
SUMMARY: Kara and Terry were gonna try again after their failed notadate. But then he got exPorted and never called, so she stops by. SHIT HAPPENS.
FORMAT: Quick to start, can do whatever after.

[ It starts like this: Terry and Kara parted ways and agreed to try again for coffee. But there was never a 'Hey, how does tomorrow sound' from his end and Kara was just this side of shy and worried about this whole friendship with a civilian thing that she wasn't sure she could call him about coffee.

But when she'd seen neither hide nor hair of him on the Network for a while, she got a little worried. She wasn't sure picking up the phone and going 'You're not dead, right?' was the kind of thing one did, so she didn't act on it, instead keeping eyes and ears out should he show up anywhere.

On the other hand, though, if she was just patrolling and happened to be in the area, she could stop by and knock on his door, right? Just... checking in. She could say she lost his number, wanted to make sure he and the dog were okay. And wanted to see the dog again. Yeah, that would work.

Which is how she ends up standing in front of his door, wishing terribly her x-ray vision could penetrate lead. One hand raises and knocks gently, so as not to... accidentally break anything. Because that would be bad. And she'd have to buy him a new door. ]

Terry? You home?

[ Wait a little bit, then knock again, a little harder this time. Maybe it was too soft of a knock. Just because she had superhearing... ] Terry?

[ More knocking. She pauses again and then knocks just a little too hard, knocking the door off its... surprisingly sturdy hinges. ]

Oh, crap! Ohcrapohcrap! Terry! If you're home, I'm sorry I broke your door. ... if you're not, I'm sorry for breaking and entering to fix your door...

[ She moves the broken door aside so she can step into the apartment and... freezes. Because that— that stuff can't be what she thinks it is. It just can't be. ]

Comments

[battothefuture]

[Terry's quiet for a minute too.]

You don't have to deal much with the secret identity thing, do you? Or the people you love being targeted to get to you?

[But that makes him grin.]

You think they've got kryptonite bars?

[skort]

Terry, the only people outside of Lana that are close to me are my cousin, his clone, Wonder Woman, Grayson and Steph. And apparently Bruce again once he's back from the dead. Four out of five I don't see very often. I don't really have people to target.

[ She lets out a small laugh at his question, though. ]

Red sun lamps. They're a lot less lethal.

[battothefuture]

And all of them can take care of themselves. My brother has been kidnapped because of me. My mom and Matt and my girlfriend and Bruce were all almost incinerated a few months before I got landed here. And I can't tell any of them. Usually that means that everyone is mad at me, when I'm late for something again. More people that you love can make life harder. Especially when you can't tell them.

[Smile a little]

Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that my solution would cut down a lot on breakout attempts.

[skort]

I would rather have to lie to the people I love than not have them around at all.

[ LINEFACES. ]

Because we'd all be dead.

[battothefuture]

I'd rather not be putting them in danger because of what I do.

[Grin]

And you have to admit, that would do wonders for the escapee statistics.

[skort]

They'd be in danger just because of the world we live in, Terry. Just a fact of life.

It would, but— [ she frowns slightly and then shakes it off, giving him a small almost-smile. ] I think there are some people who'd take issue with it.

[battothefuture]

More danger.

Probably, yeah. And I guess that I'm living proof that the system does work, on occasion, so probably it is a bad idea.

[He grins a little crookedly]

[skort]

[ And he gets a wry smile in return. ]

Depends on your definition of 'work.' You run around dressed as a bat at night, beating up criminals. I think it's safe to say we're all a little messed up in the head.

[battothefuture]

[All right, now he grins for real.]

See, it's the 'beating up criminals' that's the important part of that sentence, because it's a change from 'gang wars' or even 'destruction of property' or 'underage drinking' or anything else you'd like to tack on there.

[skort]

[ She studies him for a minute and then looks down again. ]

In all honesty, you're not the only teenage superhero to get involved in that kind of stuff. Gang wars may have a slightly different definition, but. [ shrug. ]

[battothefuture]

[He shrugs a little.]

Point is, I was in a gang. For a while.

[skort]

So you've said.

[ She gives him a bit of an odd look. Because he doesn't seem to get the fact that she really doesn't care he was in a gang when he was a stupid teenager. ]

[battothefuture]

Yeah, I know. But if I was and no longer am, that means someone has to be doing something right, right?

Your turn.

[skort]

I don't think you give yourself enough credit.

[ She rolls, moves her piece and frowns. ]

I hate the fact that you have houses.

[battothefuture]

Didn't do it all myself. Not even close.

[SMILE.]

[skort]

Yeah, but people have to want to change and work for it.

[ FROWN. As she hands over the money. ]

Your turn.

[battothefuture]

I really can't take much credit for that either. A lot of it was Dana.

... do you own Reading Railroad?

[skort]

Dana?

[ Pauses. Looks down. ]

No, I have Body Odor Railroad.

[battothefuture]

Back home we've been dating since a little before I started the, uh, night job. Well, kind of. She doesn't know, and so we fight a lot. She gets tired of me leaving her hanging. Or I think we're still dating. She was really mad last time.

I guess it probably wouldn't count anyway, what with her being in an alternate dimension and all, huh?

[She just gets a look, and Terry sighs.]

All right then, I'm buying it. Isn't it still open?

[skort]

Relationships are tricky things, especially when there's time travel and alternate dimensions involved.

[ She doesn't say much more than that, though, shrugging and moving on to the other topic instead. ]

Should be.

[battothefuture]

Don't think it would count anyway. She, uh. Didn't like that I was leaving for Metroplis, or that circumstances necessitated my being late for the date we were supposed to have before that. So I'm pretty sure that I don't have a girlfriend any more no matter how you count it.

[His mouth is twisted just a little at the memories as he put his money in the bank and grabbed the card for Reading.]

Guess it doesn't matter.

[He smiled a little at Kara.]

[skort]

... I'm not exactly sure what to say to that. [ There's a small, slightly nervous laugh. ] Sorry?

[ She looks down at the board suddenly and rolls, smirking a little as she sees where she ends up. ]

I am so staking my claim on Boardwalk.

[battothefuture]

[SIGH]

It's all right. Cost of the job and all, I guess. Anyway, it's not so bad.

[He leers in a friendly fashion because HE CAUGHT THAT KARA. Grinning at her proclamation.]

[skort]

[ There is no slight flush to her cheeks, what are you talking about. ]

You just told me you might as well not have a girlfriend anymore and that's 'not so bad?'

[battothefuture]

Well, for one it'd make her life safer. She got hospitalized not that long ago, because a bunch of dregs targeted her, because she was close to me.