april catch-all.
Who: bruce wayne (
beknight) & various others.
What: shenanigans for april
When: throughout april
Where: everywhere
Warning(s): none yet, will add if needed.
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What: shenanigans for april
When: throughout april
Where: everywhere
Warning(s): none yet, will add if needed.
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(Maybe, deep in his little bat-heart, that's what he wanted. To pretend less. Maybe that's why when they're both still, he and Jim understand each other.) ]
Okay, [ the 23rd century space captain who has no room thinking anyone else is nuts says, calmly, after he and Alan are jostled around in this very stylish tank. It looks like the worst stereotypes of old Earth. ]
That's you.
[ In the gimp mask. (He knows it's not a gimp mask. Now, even encased in this vehicle, Jim can tell it's armor.) ]
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That's me.
[ The window of the hatchback shatters. ]
And that's a bazooka. Brace yourself.
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[ They're probably thrown and squished together back here more and more as the car jostles and weaves and-- whatever other action movie things are happening. So: ] Man, you're made of concrete bricks, eat a cake sometime.
[ Jim's attention is torn between watching the complete bonkers altercation and looking up through the tinted windows at the strange city, unlike he's ever seen. ]
What's it called?
[ He tries for a question less personal. Joke's on him. ]
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The car.
[ Now if he'd asked what Dick named it — Bruce really shouldn't have let a nine year old through his armoury. ]
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[ Who names a car? (Side-eye. The car has a name, doesn't it.)
Jim is fine with being pushed around, navigating the turbulence like - you know, turbulence. Used to surfing shaking deck surfaces. It's just awkward in such small quarters. ]
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Are you thinking of visiting?
[ Gotham City: where a guy with a bazooka hanging out of the back of a car is shooting at a guy in a batsuit driving a tank. Nobody on the sidewalk seems remotely fazed by this. ]
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[ The car swerves, Jim braces himself with one hand on the ceiling. Curious and not asking Why are you dressed like that, what do you call yourself, what exactly is all this. Because they're friends, whether Alan likes it or fucking not, and Jim knows he'd squeeze shut even tighter.
(Like a clam. Clamman. In the clammobile.) ]
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[ Re: that F word. He makes a soft noise. ]
This is Gotham City. I was born here, it's where I've lived most of my life.
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Gotham, [ he echoes, interested. Not anywhere he's heard of. That's not surprising, given the nature of this place - but also, his world went through a nuclear holocaust that lost much of history. (Gotta wait 'til old Earth stuff comes more in vogue in TNG.) ]
Are you a terrorist or are you whatever the opposite is?
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[ Not that Bruce gives half a shit about other people's opinions, negative or otherwise. Accustomed to engendering one more than the other, however — but Jim's perspective isn't wholly baseless or reactionary, despite whatever he thinks about ~the dungeon~, it's a useful angle. ]
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[ And he's clearly not thrilled Jim is seeing this. Jim thinks-- if it were something awful, Alan would find it easier. ]
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[ Jim likes him. His cheerful relentlessness has made it absolutely clear he's not going anywhere. Unstoppable force meets immoveable object? Hardly. He trusts Jim, that's not a currency Bruce is rolling in. ]
[ — so the answer is not this is what made me. The horrors of a past can linger. Even the most determined, the most resilient, can lose their way if they walk in the dark too long. But it's what you reach for, — what you desperately try to hold on to when all else crumbles. ]
You go with your gut.
[ He won't approve. But he knows where he is now — that Jim will leave the front porch light on, there'll be food in the fridge, it'll be somewhere to rest for a while. ]