april catch-all.

[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight) & various others.
What: shenanigans for april
When: throughout april
Where: everywhere
Warning(s): none yet, will add if needed.

Comments

[willrevile]

You're my friend, I'm curious about you.

[ 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.) ]

[beknight]

Very subtle.

[ 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.

[willrevile]

Thought I'd go along with the atmosphere. [ The car, the armor, the bazooka. Subtlety, that's definitely the name of the game they're playing here. ]

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?

[beknight]

What do you think?

[ 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. ]

[willrevile]

I think you're dangerous and smart enough to be either. [ Jim looks at him, calm and honest. ] Though my gut tells me you're good. Since you seem to hate it if I think anything positive of you.

[ And he's clearly not thrilled Jim is seeing this. Jim thinks-- if it were something awful, Alan would find it easier. ]

[beknight]

[ If it was something terrible — broken bones, the brand, any number of nights he's had to show cruelty, it would be easy. It would just be that. ]

[ 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. ]