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Post by ritsukaorchid on Apr 20, 2011 14:44:04 GMT -5
" I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. " - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard rested his trembling hand on the smooth oak-polished counter top palm-up. The check-in woman's gray eyes were wide as dinner plates as she looked him over, shrunk back against the line of locked boxes and room keys. Richard's breathing was ragged and heavy, and as he lifted his heavy head to look up at her through his black glasses, he grimaced. Not every day someone walked in beat to smithereens. "I paid online," he said, clearing his throat, "can I have the key to room 316, please?"Not too long ago, Richard had been Robin, driving into the little town of Evington, Virginia, on his motorcycle under the afternoon sun. It was cool as the wind rushed passed him, but the sun was killer. Once he'd bought his hotel room in traffic, gotten there, and hidden his bike, he was a thousand degrees. Batman had sent him on his third consecutive mission this week, of a high level, too, which Robin wasn't thrilled about - but instead of returning home right away he figured he'd get a good nights sleep before returning to his duties. He knew he couldn't run like this for much longer. Anyway, in the baking heat, he was sent to the center of the district to meet up with the local heroes for some reason. apparently, they were in some sort of need of his specific help. So he'd gotten into Richard mode and glided through the baking streets to where he was supposed to meet them. He lifted his eyes and sighed. The local courthouse. Well, at least it'd be cool. He knocked on the great doors and after a minute of being studied through the cameras, was let in. The cold air hit him like a freight train. Taking a deep breath, he let it push some the dust off his skin as he shut the doors behind him and turned to walk into the adjoined room to the left, behind the staircase. He put a tentative hand on the doorknob before pushing it steadily open. Inside was a family of four supers. Not Superboy or Superman supers, just a family with powers. They'd joined the organization to legally protect Virginia. The father was tall and broad, with a mop of black curls and small, dark eyes. He had a set I'm-going-to-lynch-you look on and Robin immediately took stock of him. His files had said super strength, but that wasn't uncommon. The mother was short, plump, but pretty, with short cropped brown hair and wide green eyes. She was supposed to be telekinetic. Looked more like a soccer mom than a hero mom. Both parents were dressed in the same green shirts with the roman numeral IV on the front and jeans. The kids lazing about in the chairs were both in summer attire; sleeveless shirts, shorts, sandals. Twin girls. Long, black hair pulled back into similar pony tails at the nape of their necks, skinny, and tall. Around twelve years old. Almost his age. They had nonchalant, hazel eyes, heavily lidded with boredom. When he pushed open the door and they spotted him in his sunglasses they leaped to their feet, bouncing on their heels. "You're Robin, right?""Wow, we never thought we'd be able to meet Batman's apprentice!""Do you still live with him?""What about your team?"Robin was about to open his mouth when the father stepped forward, his eyes silencing the girls. "Jackie, Sam, quiet," he growled. "we've no time for your fangirl rantings."The mother stepped up beside him, and looked at Robin apologetically. "Yes, we're sorry about them. Too many comic books."He shrugged and smiled. "Always good to see people who still think they need heroes," he said simply. "but, if you don't mind...?" "Ah! The mother chirped. "Right, the mission!" She described the local happenings; how children from the high school kept dropping out of school, usually in the junior or senior year, and all joining the same organization. Oddly, their peers all reported them seeming 'spacey' or 'brainwashed' before they left, with a funny look in their eyes. After investigation by the Romani family here they'd realized someone had been brainwashing the teenagers into joining the company. Called IntoSpects, it was supposed to be innovating technology for the future by taking kids who couldn't graduate and turning them into geniuses with a computer. But some of the kids who dropped out, dropped out of full scholarships, like art or music students with no idea how to hack into another, let alone fix a machine that could. So suspicion rose. After the investigation, the Romani family had come to the conclusion that there was one main man behind it all without coming to his identity or the reason he had targeted these kids, or this state, or technology at all. So, afraid they were in over their heads, they'd phoned in back-up. Robin. Well, he thought, computers is definitely my thing. But he wasn't so sure about this. It sounded oddly. . . specific. His last two missions had been the same. Powerful people behind seemingly pointless schemes. Maybe there was something else here. Shoving the conspiracy theory into the back of his mind for now, he'd set out to find the source of this strange occurrence. Then he'd infiltrated, explored, and found the bad guy nowhere to be found. Gone, as if he'd never been there in the first place. That had been the frustrating part. Then, he'd found a secret room filled with highly trained guards. He'd kicked and been kicked for over a half hour before the family came to help him. Robin could hold his own, all right, but these enemies were different. Off-the-scale. Almost as if specifically trained to fight him. Not trained to fight the Romanis, though, thankfully, so they overcame them in no time. But after they'd all been carted away by the organization, Robin had found but one item in the room, and been forced to hand it over as well. Straight to the League, they said it'd go. He gave it up reluctantly in the end. All the kids were gone. There was no technology left in sight, save for what was needed to run the building. It looked as empty as it had been when it was first build. Only far more dusty. After thanking the family, they'd almost convinced him to go to a hospital for the beating he'd taken, but he couldn't risk them finding him out. Medical records were forever. So, they parted ways, and Richard's relaxation night started off full of pain. It was only until he got to the hotel that he realized his ribs were broken in two places. It'd been a struggle to get up to his room, but after he'd locked himself in he felt better. He'd wrapped his rib cage up best he could and tried not to move around much afterwards, but he still had injuries to take care of, so he was grunting and groaning every time he turned a sore direction to reach for something else. Cuts bandaged, bruises blossoming, and chest aching, he took out some emergency meds he'd used last time he'd broken his ribs and lay back in the cushy, clean hotel bed, sighing in generic relief that he could finally relax. Instead of picking up the TV remote, he picked up his glove transmitter and phoned out. One of his teammates was bound to pick up so he could ask them for a bit of help. [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " I'm begging you to be m y escape. I'm giving up, I'm doing this a l o n e now, 'Cause I failed, and I'm ready to s h o w now - You showed me the way, and now I'm trying to g e t there. " I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 20, 2011 15:55:16 GMT -5
Alas, poor Robin's plight was far from over yet. In the shadows beneath the hotel room's window, a shape stirred and pale green eyes flickered in the darkness. They were large, reptilian eyes, as far from human as it got, and yet, there was human intelligence there, and certainly human intent as the creature reached up to fiddle with the window. Krepta had been having to go further and further each night for supplies, but in order to avoid suspicion, it was necessary. Batman didn't miss anything in his city, and he certainly wouldn't have missed a rash of mysterious break-ins. The man was paranoid, and had far too much time on his hands for one of the big seven. Anyhow, the shapeshifter thought as she deftly worked the window's locks with her claws, He's the last person I want to tangle with. Despite the dragon's large hands, she was surprisingly careful, exerting only enough force to crush the locking mechanism and avoid damaging the window itself. Staying on the downlow, however, hadn't been easy. Keeping to her dragon form besides when she slept was safest, and the dragon ate a lot. Food cost money, and money didn't come from the sky, and getting a public job wasn't exactly remaining quiet. She was starting to understand why superheroes had their secret identities. Pushing the window in quietly, she went to work on the screen. She couldn't see past the curtains, but it sounded like no one was home. She only hoped she was right. Hotel rooms weren't her forte', but she needed soap and towels and many other little necessities hotels were likely to have. Food was easier, especially if there was a pet-door in the house.
She paused to listen for a moment, but it was hard to hear of the sound of traffic behind her and her own thundering heart. Intellectually she knew she was bigger than anything she was likely to find in the room, but she really didn't want to fight right now. She wanted even less for someone to run off screaming for help. Taking a deep breath, she stuck her head through the open window. The rest followed fairly easily, though her wings were a tight fit. As large as she was, dragons were built much like cats and certain parts of them collapsed just right. Anywhere Krepta could fit her head, the rest would follow. That damn curtain was still in her eyes though, and with her tail still halfway out the window, she blew it off with a great gust of air from her nose. The sight that met her was not one she was expecting. In fact, it boded rather ill for the wayward hero. "...Don't scream," she cautioned, zeroing in on the teen on the bed. "I can reach you before anyone can ever get to you for help." She didn't like threatening kids, but this was the last thing she needed. Though, this one looked oddly familiar, and she noted with pity that he didn't look much better off than she did.
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Apr 20, 2011 16:20:37 GMT -5
" I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. " - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard had long since fallen asleep by the time his window was being fiddled with. The meds had knocked him out, literally. He was out like a light. His glove was locked back into his suitcase with the rest of his Robin outfit. He just looked like a teenager who'd gotten a beating from home and ran away to the local hotel. Dark hair tousled, face placid, he slept, unaware. Before he'd fallen into this unconscious stupor he'd managed to leave a message with Kid Flash on his whereabouts. Hopefully, before morning tomorrow, his friend would be here to help him home, if he wasn't off in another country on a mission, and help him get this whirlwind of ideas out of his head. There was too much coincidence, too much serious danger here, to be normal. He'd query about the object he'd found at the sight, but otherwise he didn't want to go to the League just yet about his theory. Right now, there was very little evidence, and he knew he was the youngest of most the heroes. Batman might believe him, but the process of making the others believe him too was long, and the chances of them all buying it very slim. He wouldn't be taken seriously until too late. So, he would wait for more information, and hopefully it would come before more danger did. For that, he could only hope. The drugs had him out, all right; but he was still highly trained, and not out of practice in dangerous situations. He was awake the minute her claws began working at the window lock. Any other hotel room would be empty this time of the year. How the odds were that she had found him was of what he couldn't care to guess later on. He was about to spring up when he remembered his ribs, and groaned. They didn't hurt now but they would if he moved. So, fingering the knife at his thigh, he lay still, waiting, watching as the curtains billowed. As the window opened he felt chills run down his spine as he heard some sort of great beast breathing, snorting in frustration against the screen. It sounded huge. As if it were breathing through slits in its nose; reptilian, he figured. He imagined a giant snake coming in and gobbling him up while he couldn't move, or a lizard the size of an SUV snacking on him. As the curtains were tossed out of its way with a final snort, his heart leaped seven feet. It was a dragon! A God-frickin dragon, coming through his window! Actually, it wasn't coming in stealthily, as if to take him by surprise, and it didn't seem to be in any rush to hunt down anyone to eat either. It looked a little hap-hazard, really. Getting its big bulky frame through that window was no small feat. As he watched it wiggle and worm its way into his room, he felt his wide eyes following its every move. When it finally managed to get inside and it saw him, it spoke. Don't scream, it said, in a teenage girl's voice. The big freaking dragon. Don't. Scream. Teenage girl. His brain was whirling again. He sat up slowly, aching with the pain, the knife still hidden, and slid back to lean against the headboard of the bed, the pillows clumping around him. Taking slow, deep breaths, he grimaced at the pain and looked the thing up and down, trying his best to stay calm. "If you say so," he murmured, a hand over his ribs, hovering, not pressing, as if to protect them from the thing, "but I can't promise no wheezing. I'm a bit worse for the wear right now." He looked up at it in confusion, his squinting eyes a mirror of his inward epidemic of not understanding. "OK, ah. . . first off. . . who are you, and why are you climbing through windows, if you don't mind my asking?" He asked nervously, still wary of the giant lizard standing not far off, with claws and teeth and the images of death sill raging in his mind. "And second. . . why do you sound like somebody's little sister?" God, he hurt. Not as badly as before, because of the medicine, but he was in some pain. Damn. Why did he let himself get so beaten up? Why didn't he just go back to New England? He groaned inwardly at his own stupidity and refocused on the dragon in his room. [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " I'm begging you to be m y escape. I'm giving up, I'm doing this a l o n e now, 'Cause I failed, and I'm ready to s h o w now - You showed me the way, and now I'm trying to g e t there. " I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 20, 2011 16:34:38 GMT -5
Krepta snorted loudly, trickles of smoke curling their way up through her nostrils. Well, it was good to hear that she didn't sound her age. She flashed him a toothy grin that wasn't entirely an accident. "Trust me, I'm no one's little sister," she said, pulling herself the rest of the way through the window. She picked her way carefully to the bathroom, keeping on eye on Robin the entire time. He was right, he wasn't in good shape, but that didn't mean he wasn't a threat. "The dragon's throat garbles my voice," she explained, as if that was any kind of explanation at all. It would have to do. She could risk telling him too much, no matter who he was. If police asked the right questions, word would get out. She didn't need the "Just-Us League" on her tail again.
She eyed him, then slowly pulled the towels off their rack and stuffed them in a small sack tied between her wings so that he could see that she was after those and not him. While she wasn't going to led her guard down, there was no need to unnecessarily scare the kid. Though he was taking this surprisingly well. Maybe he thought she was a hallucination. She got that a lot. "What happened to you anyhow," she asked, turning to face him again after grabbing some soap and shampoo. Her brow furrowed and she looked at him hard. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" Wayward or not, she was still a hero. If there was one thing that really boiled her blood it was abusive relatives.
She didn't answer his other questions. As to what she was doing here, she had now made it evident, and as to who she was-- well, that was on a need to know basis. She grabbed a few of the bottles of water off the bathroom counter and stuffed them in the bag. Though by all means she could boil anything nasty out of any water she found, fresh water had become a rare and coveted commodity for her. She gestured to the window. "When I'm gone, if anyone asks you anything, tell them you found it this way. You won't get in trouble." Break ins at this time of year weren't uncommon, and as long as he didn't mention that a big red dragon did it, she didn't care.
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Apr 20, 2011 17:45:27 GMT -5
" I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. " - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard gulped as she snorted. She was very intimidating. He sat back, trying to look less menacing himself, in case she was wary of him. There was little he could do against those scales and claws and teeth anyway. "Nice to know," he said simply. Well, most of what he'd asked seemed to not be forthcoming with her; he let it lie. She didn't seem malicious. As he relaxed, his muscles unclenched from his sore ribs, easing some pain. He sighed softly but didn't take his eyes off her, as she did the same. She was taking his towels and necessities from the room. Towels, soap. She must live alone, out where she had to take care of herself. Maybe she was older than she sounded. When she spoke, he blinked, and remembered how he looked. Just like some teenager. He was relieved she didn't recognize him. "No, no trouble; it's nothing," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "my. . . my dad just gets carried away sometimes. I'm fine." Then he looked away from her, as if shrinking from her gaze in shame. He had to make this convincing. "What about you?" He asked quietly. Even unsure as he was that she was real, he wasn't stupid about revealing himself. He was going to stick with the abused teenager story like this - how else could he explain the broken ribs, the cuts? He looked like he'd been through a mini-war, and he had. One man could possibly do this in a drunken rage. He felt guilty for a minute; for lying to her, for posing like this, but none of this was probably real anyway. Actually, back in the circus, the ringmaster had taken a few good swings at him when he was younger. He could still feel the sting of the pain on his face, on his neck when he tried to strangle him. Wow. . . he'd almost forgotten about that. A suppressed memory, he figured. Rubbing his forehead, he realized he had a headache from the medication, and his own weariness. It was getting dark outside and he needed to rest. He nodded. "That's fine," he said wearily, "I'm not overly attached to cheap hotel soap anyway. And plastic does enough harm to the environment." Now he was babbling. She had to be a hallucination. Had to be. He was so tired. . . "It's the meds," he muttered to himself, "this isn't happening." He ran a hand through his dark hair and tried to compose himself, taking silent, deep breaths. He was slipping. That, or he'd taken too much medication. The sheets were invitingly cool. The mounting blankets, comforting. If he'd gone to a hospital they'd be sticking him with needles and prodding for his information and. . . crappy food. God, he hated hospital food. And if they had outdated technology, ugh. . . Yup. Too much meds. He'd taken three instead of two. Great. Damn Vikaden. [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " I'm begging you to be m y escape. I'm giving up, I'm doing this a l o n e now, 'Cause I failed, and I'm ready to s h o w now - You showed me the way, and now I'm trying to g e t there. " I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 20, 2011 17:57:24 GMT -5
Krepta narrowed her eyes. Wrong answer. Krepta was a hero, and that would not stand. "Your dad gets carried away," she rumbled, voice low, dangerous. She was not a happy dragon. It was doubtful he would come with her willingly, and even more doubtful that he would tell her where he lived. She moved towards the bed, eyes narrowed. He was falling asleep. All the better. She couldn't leave him here. Not at the mercy of the man who apparently dared call himself a father. She had seen far too many times what happened to those children. CPS could care less. "I get around," she answered in response to his own question about herself. "They don't always refresh the soap where I come from." She allowed herself a wry grin. "And the plastic's fine as long as you reuse it." She eyed him skeptically. She still felt like she knew him from somewhere.
She chuckled a bit as he appeared to drift in and out of consciousness. Oh, she was sure he wished she wasn't real. Admitting to one's self that fire breathing monsters were real was never easy. Still, it was better than him freaking out and running for help. If she was lucky, he'd think this was all just a dream right up until she dumped him on some hapless superhero's head. She couldn't do much herself these days, at least publicly, but tights-and-cowls were easy enough to find if one looked. They'd make sure he was safe. Only after he was too far away to run home though. Maybe back in Gotham.
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Post by chikaradesu on Apr 20, 2011 18:14:23 GMT -5
GOD was he tired? Kid Flash had just been on a mission and even if it was just a 'fast in - get info - get out' mission with his Uncle he was still BEAT! They'd run all the way to Mexico, for crying out loud! He still had his sweaty suit on. It clung to his body like a second skin as he ran home. He was going to go to Mt. Justice while Flash was going home to Central City, so they split up with a short 'good work t'day, see ya tomorrow'. As casual as ever. KF didn't waste any time when the older speedster was out of sight, to slow down a bit, now able to feel the strain in his legs every time they hit the road. He flipped out his cellphone, canning the area to check for cars not wanting to be hit by one, that'd just be stupid. He was a human even when in his hero outfit afterall I'm lucky it's so quiet tonight he thought as he glanced as his phone. 2 messages, one from Robin and one from his mom, wanting to know if he was okay after the mission. How she handled it he didn't know. He couldn't possibly phantom having a kid with superspeed, much less let him go out, or in his case, run out, to fight crime at night. He was truly thankful though, it made his life make more sense in a way. Wow, cheesy much Wally he grinned as he replied to her that yes, he was fine and yes, he loved her too, and yes, he would be staying at Mt.J that night.
He checked the road again, having run about 30 km since opening his mom's text. The landscape had changed: it was more rocky now, with more earthy brown colors, even in the dim light of the moon, but it was a peaceful area, it looked natural and more importantly: he was close to the base, just a few more minutes and he'd be in his room out of this disgusting sweaty suit. He sniffed once. and winced. "Eeeeew, you better take a shower Wally, you smell like old cheese." and then he opened the message from Robin. And he stopped, stumbling a bit as he did. Robin needed help to get home from his mission, he was wounded, but the text didn't say how badly. That was odd for Robin, he was usually so detailed when giving information. Evington, Virginia, Room 316 at the hotel he was staying at.
Kid Flash sped up again, planing to go to the base, change and take the bike to Virginia; he had to hold back a little on his powers, if not he'd be of no use when arriving to aid Robin. He needed to eat too, he was all out of fuel. But he ran as fast as his empty stomach would allow, and soon after, having left a not to the rest of the team about his whereabouts, a slightly slower yet still yellow and red, now with added black, form on a bike, could be seen leaving Happy Harbor.
He arrived at Robin's hotel after what seemed like an eternity. Sometimes the whole super speed thing really annoyed Wally, it made a lot of normal speed things seem really long, really boring, and really, well, slow. It took some smooth talk of his to get the lady at the counter annoyed enough to allow him access to the halls of the hotel. He arrived at 316 shortly after and with no hesitation knocked on the door, tho he knew it was late
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Apr 20, 2011 18:18:23 GMT -5
" I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. " - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard did NOT like the look in her eye when he answered. He mentally smacked himself. Crud. She was a hero! Which meant. . . which. . . he was in a fog. This was some crazy stuff he was on. He'd never over dosed before. It wasn't harmful, but it was strange, and he didn't like it. He felt drunk; not in control of himself. Rubbing his face with both hands, the knife slid from under his blanket and thumped against the floor by his suitcase. It was a grade A hunting knife, with a jagged blade, and a hand crafted, polished wooden handle. Batman had given it to him for urban protection a few years back. It had the digits of the location of Batman's mansion engraved in the blade. "Uh, yeah," he murmured, "he. . . my mom lives up in Gotham." Hopefully she didn't know what Batman's mansion looked like. "I'll go. . . go live with her for a bit, until he calms down. . " He wasn't laying it on thick. The medicine was. The words were barely his, either - he was swimming through mist right now, clinging to his story like it was real life. He looked up. The floor was tilting. Why was she so close? He thought she only needed the. . . the soap, and stuff? "Ignore the knife. You just gave me a scare," he said, rubbing under his eyes and forehead repeatedly, not realizing it. Him, fight a dragon. Ha ha. What was he, a knight? Following some code of chivalry? Yeah, right. . . where was his damsel to protect? He chuckled at his own drifting thoughts, crossing his arms over his waist below his ribs and leaning his head back against the cool wood, head swimming, eyes shut. "At least you have use for it, then. . . eight points for recycling." "Make sure to. . shut the window, on your way out. . " He muttered, drifting to sleep. The medication took a firm hold of him and submerged him in its blissful, weary darkness. Now he was out for good - probably six or seven hours, if not more. [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " I'm begging you to be m y escape. I'm giving up, I'm doing this a l o n e now, 'Cause I failed, and I'm ready to s h o w now - You showed me the way, and now I'm trying to g e t there. " I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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Post by chikaradesu on Apr 20, 2011 18:37:11 GMT -5
Nothing. No answer from the room, and with that. no answer from Robin. He frowned. He didn't like this. He double checked the number on the door. '316' it read with nice, gold numbers. He pressed his ear against the white painted door, just to check if anyone was actually in there. The pretty lady by in the reception had told him Robin was in, so if nothing was in there, this wasn't Robin's room. Simple logic.
But he heard something shifting and some mumbling. He was in there. Getting slightly annoyed Wally, huffed, and knocked the door harder, this time with a fist, not just a finger like before. Robin HAD to hear this!
"come on Robs, just answer the door, it's me Wally" he called through the door, connecting his fist with the wood of the door once more. He made a mental note to be a bit more quiet next time he was at a hotel this late at night.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 20, 2011 18:49:25 GMT -5
Krepta watched the knife fall to the floor. She'd have to watch that. He might have more. Still, at the moment he seemed harmless. Drugged even. That concerned Krepta. What if he had taken something that could hurt him? Damn it. In a different time and a different place she would have just hijacked the bat-signal and-- yeah, bad idea here. This wasn't her Batman, and she remembered all too well the first time she had done that, just starting out, before she had gained a modicum of respect from the man. Her ears still rang sometimes. He intimidated even fire breathing dragons when he was mad. The best thing she could do right now was get him out of here. It was cold up in the skies though, and he was injured. Maybe she could bundle him in the blanket and kind of... stork him all the way to Gotham. But what if he woke up? She peered at the prone form. It didn't look like he was going to wake up for a while. Cautiously, she reached over to check his pulse with a massive index finger-- the only finger she kept the claws blunt on. Again, old habits. And that's when someone knocked on the door. She hadn't heard the first tap, but the second was unmistakeable. Wally who was Wally? And Ro--- Her eyes widened. That's where he knew him from. Oh lord, this was the Bat-punk! She snorted. Abusive father indeed.
That left another problem. This Robin was in civilian clothes and the voice outside was practically broadcasting their secret identities. She furrowed her brow. Must be a rookie. That was a rookie mistake. His overseer would have his head if he knew. Well, obviously that person wasn't here, and so it was up to her to set him straight. A mistake like that deserved a good scare. She didn't hold secret identities herself but she understood the importance of them to those who did. Narrowing her eyes, she stalked over to the door and rose up on her hind legs. Her massive bulk almost didn't allow her to do so, but she managed to squeeze out of sight over and behind the door. And then she opened it. There was no point of freaking him out until the door was closed behind him. She did not need him running off and tattling to the other supers.
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Post by chikaradesu on Apr 20, 2011 19:22:15 GMT -5
The door opened "Finally! Jesus what took you so long dude? Are you okay?" The last part was said with so much concern you could almost touch it. Wally stalked in, feeling much more home than he should have. It wasn't a home after all. must be because Robin's here. He walked further into the room. The instant his eyes fell on the open window, he was alert. Robin hadn't said anything yet. He looked arround, taking in the small room. It was a typical hotel room, white walls, a few paintings, small TV in the corner, pastel colored cushions in the couch, a desk and a bed. With Robin in it... "WHO'S THERE?!" They weren't alone, the two sidekicks. Who had opened the door if Robin was in bed, knocked out cold even.
Kid Flash glanced at the smaller boy. He was wrapped in bandages and covered in band aids, some big, some small, some not quite covering the wound. This was why he'd needed help to get home. He was injured. Who had done this? "Answer me! Who are you?" they had 3 ways of escape, 2 without the door, but with Robin in that state, it was hard telling if fleeing would even be a wise decision. Then the only other options was to fight or to negotiate. "show yourself!"
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Post by Krepta on Apr 20, 2011 20:14:16 GMT -5
Krepta looked amused. It was almost like the good old days. Scarin' the piss outta rookies, rescuing side-kicks. She dropped to all fours with a heavy thud and kicked the door closed behind her. What had he said his name was? Oh, right. "Hello, Wally," she said darkly, mismatched emerald eyes flashing maliciously. Funny, he kind of looked like a little yellow Flash. She had never really known any of the Flashes that well. The Justice League's Flash where she came from had been vaguely obnoxious, talkative, but kind of sweet. She had run into him maybe once in her heroing days, but after that he was the enemy. She didn't remember any little yellow ones though. She looked him up and down skeptically. Obviously another superhero. Obviously a rookie? How had he not seen the trap. She barked a chuckle, a smile crooking up the corner of her scaly maw and lumbered toward him. "Who are you even supposed to be anyhow," she said, reaching out a claw to poke him in the chest. Yeah, that was the Flash's symbol, but he was certainly not the Flash. This was going to take some getting used to. Oh what she wouldn't do for one of her old team's hero data-bases. She took a moment to glance at the bed. "Robin" seemed to be out of it still. At least he looked the same. Maybe a little less obnoxious than her Robin, but she could see the Bat's mark on him for sure. It was almost like being home again, aside from the very, very weird differences.
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Post by chikaradesu on Apr 20, 2011 20:31:33 GMT -5
HOLY SH- A DRAGON! A DRAGON!! AND IT WAS TALKING!!! RELAX WEST, RELAX! Dragons are NOT real, they do only exist in FAIRYTALES and that's it! done over!.. But DUDE! it's a dragon! Kid Flash stumbled skidding a few steps back. What the heavens? What was happening? It was big red and.. it sounded like a girl.. it.. said hi.. "I'm KID FLASH! Who're you?!"
Wally took the opportunity to get a better look at the creature. It.. she was big.. she was red.. and she... was kind of pretty, in a really intimidating and totally scary way. He glanced at Robin again. What should he do? The room was so small.. not much room for moving, hence not much room for fighting.. Negotiation.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 20, 2011 21:08:26 GMT -5
Krepta quirked a brow and tried not to laugh. Kid Flash? Itty-bitty-wittle-Flash? Okay, so she didn't try not to laugh, she did laugh. He probably thought she wasn't real on top of it. Oh was he about to learn differently. "Cute." She pointed to a chair. "Sit." Her tone of voice said that if he chose otherwise, he would regret it, and that he might regret it anyhow. She was careful to show every last one of those pearly white fangs when she spoke. Wally had done a no-no. "So, your friend Robin," she said, glancing at the slumbering side-kick to let Kid-Flash know she had heard him outside the door. "He's out of commission, and you've just walked into a trap with a big, fire breathing reptile. Oh, and you've just revealed your comrade's secret identity." Way to go kid. Not that she knew who in the hell this guy was anyhow, but it wouldn't be hard to find out. Thankfully, she respected Batman too much for that. And feared him. Yeah, he scared the daylights out of her, and that wasn't just because he knew the Martian. It could have been worse though, much worse, and there wasn't always going to be someone around to tell this kid he had done something stupid. She took a step toward him and smoke trickled angrily from her nostrils. "So what-cha gunna do about it tough guy? Call me out? I'm ten times your size. Call for help? I'll be on you before you can twitch. Run away? I doubt it, at least I hope I doubt it. That would leave your friend at my mercy. Quite the pickle you've gotten yourself into, isn't it?"
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Post by chikaradesu on Apr 21, 2011 4:15:08 GMT -5
Kid Flash shuddered as she laughed. She was.. intimidating.. not as much as Batman, but, then again, who were, really? she told him to sit, voice holding such authority that he couldn't help but to do as she commanded. Not manly Wally. Not manly. she asked to his and Robin's friend ship.. that could only mean.. Kid Flash's eyes videned in realization, as it dawned on him, that he might just have told her his true identity and jeopardized Robin's. she had heard. Man.. You really messed up big time here West! The League would have his head for this, the Flash would disown his as his partner, the team would hate him. He'd be all alone.
She stepped closer, making Wally pull back in his chair, away from the reptile. she taunted him. what was he gonna do? No he wouldn't fight, not if he could avoid it. No he wouldn't run, we would not leave Robin alone. "listen. I don't know who you are, or why you're in Rob's room. I don't really care at the moment," Wally took a shaky breath, "what I care about is why he is still passed out. I want to go check on him. Please let me, don't get in my way Wally stood swiftly, and zipped over to the unconscious boy. Hey, dude, wake up! he sat on the bed and hoisted his friend up to rest in his lap, cradling his form. There was no response. He glanced at the dragon, fear gone from his eyes, hatred having taken over. "What did you do to him?" He was furious
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