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capeandcowllogs2012-06-16 01:15 am
batmantled) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-06-16 01:15 am
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not afraid to paint my sky with some who say i've lost my mind
WHO: the Dynamic Duo
WHERE: Dick and Damian’s residence
WHEN: This morning!
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Dick returns from an impromptu trip home and finds he is missing something.
FORMAT: action to start with!
[ No working cell phone, no cash for a cab. And no easily accessible equipment to take the rooftops.
He should call Babs. Call Donna. Call someone who can help unravel the dizzying swarm of a year and a half’s worth of memories, logged where they weren’t ten minutes ago. Someone who can fill in the gaps of the time he’s missing. Only he doesn’t want to sit down, doesn’t want to do the math he’d need right now find the nearest safehouse, doesn’t want to wait for that sharp edge of nervous tension to catch up to the dull, familiar ache of vertigo and nausea.
So hot footing it it is, all the way back to the firehouse in the slacks Alfred ironed out an hour ago. It’s still summer. Still 2012, if that damp shred of newspaper on the sidewalk is to be believed. Damn it, he needs his hands on a comm. Needs to find Damian now – right now – if the house is somehow still standing with him and Kara there without a buffer.
He takes the steps two at a time, then hesitates and… finally stops where he is, hand an inch away from the doorknob. He changed the locks. Of course he changed the locks. The upstairs window above the master bedroom, just underneath the tower is the weak point. The only weak point in the system they’d designed. He makes the climb in a few more seconds, passing the eons it takes to pry open the window by counting the shingles he’d dislodged with the works boots that aren’t work boots. And he’s in. ]
WHERE: Dick and Damian’s residence
WHEN: This morning!
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Dick returns from an impromptu trip home and finds he is missing something.
FORMAT: action to start with!
[ No working cell phone, no cash for a cab. And no easily accessible equipment to take the rooftops.
He should call Babs. Call Donna. Call someone who can help unravel the dizzying swarm of a year and a half’s worth of memories, logged where they weren’t ten minutes ago. Someone who can fill in the gaps of the time he’s missing. Only he doesn’t want to sit down, doesn’t want to do the math he’d need right now find the nearest safehouse, doesn’t want to wait for that sharp edge of nervous tension to catch up to the dull, familiar ache of vertigo and nausea.
So hot footing it it is, all the way back to the firehouse in the slacks Alfred ironed out an hour ago. It’s still summer. Still 2012, if that damp shred of newspaper on the sidewalk is to be believed. Damn it, he needs his hands on a comm. Needs to find Damian now – right now – if the house is somehow still standing with him and Kara there without a buffer.
He takes the steps two at a time, then hesitates and… finally stops where he is, hand an inch away from the doorknob. He changed the locks. Of course he changed the locks. The upstairs window above the master bedroom, just underneath the tower is the weak point. The only weak point in the system they’d designed. He makes the climb in a few more seconds, passing the eons it takes to pry open the window by counting the shingles he’d dislodged with the works boots that aren’t work boots. And he’s in. ]