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 Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:33 pm
As she finished her question, the boy on the table stirred slightly and murmured something. It sounded quite a bit like, 'Dana'.
"His pulse is quite strong," the Butler reassured her, "Which is... actually a bit strange. Judging from his costume, I'd say that he's lost quite a bit of blood... In any case, he should be fine." He paused. "I believe his costume will need some work."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:38 pm
Roxanne shifted uncomfortably. "I was worried about that. So I had someone help fix his bloodloss." she replied. Then she paused a moment and glanced back down the tunnel. Seems she found her other, and it wasn't in that bad of a location. She needed to get to that now. "I really should be going. There's someone else I need to help out."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:41 pm
The butler cocked an eyebrow. "Oh. By all means, then."
((He would give her a sonic device if she asked. Not sure why she would, though.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:50 pm
// Actually, I hadn't thought about that. //
She paused a moment and glanced around the room a second. So much equipment in here...there might be something she could use if it really was Dinashi.
"You...wouldn't happen to have any kind of sonic devices, would you?
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:55 pm
The butler blinked, then shrewdly asked, "This wouldn't be for a kind of symbiotic entity, would it?" Without waiting for her reply, he moved over to a nearby drawer of gadgets and started looking through them. A moment later, he returned with a seemingly innocent little box that looked for all the world like a tape recorder. "This should take care of any pest problems you might have," he stated mildly, "It broadcasts a certain frequency that is debilitating to symbiotes. I would," he added politely, "Like to get it back at some point."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:02 am
Roxanne smiled. That should do the trick, at least enough to slow him down for a good hit. "Of course." she said as she went to take it. "I'll come directly back after I take care of him." she said, then looked back at the boy. "If...he wakes up and has to leave before I get back, will you tell him I said thank you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:04 am
The man looked at her questioningly, but nodded readily enough, "Of course. Good luck, Miss Roxanne. It was a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:10 am
"You too." she nodded back. "And thank you for the top." she said as she slipped into her shadow slowly. She didn't want it to be too much of a surprise if he wasn't ready for it.
EXIT to Gotham
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:15 am
Funnily enough, he didn't seem surprised at all. Go figure. He watched her go, then turned back to the young man on the stone slab. How did they manage to get themselves torn up so much?
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:26 pm
Alfred gently checked the wound just below Terry's collarbone... or what was left of it. Whatever Roxanne had done, all that remained was a neat black patch that had apparently drawn the tissue back into place. Shaking his head slightly, the butler began checking for other injuries. Nothing serious was made immediately apparent: a red, swollen cheek bone that looked as though it had been punched, a cut lip... What was that?
Slipping the boy's mask back on out of habit, Alfred looked closer. It was small... and blinking. That wasn't a part of the suit, was it? It looked like a... tracking device. Alfred's eyes widened, and he quickly cast about for something to do. For all he knew, they were already approaching Wayne Manor! Picking up the tiny device, he quickly deposited it in the seat of the Bat Plane, set the auto pilot, and watched as it zoomed out of the cave... in the direction of Metropolis. Without wasting a second, Alfred returned to Terry's side and continued his sweep. Assuming that there was only one would be positively foolhardy.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:39 pm
Message on old bat signal frequency
Bat Family,
Trace this signal, this is the headquarters of lex, joker, and other figures, magic and strength involved. They are banding together. Be safe!
Robin SB
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:45 pm
Alfred blinked, looked up from his work and toward the Bat computer, and stared. "... Miss... Stephanie?" Well... Considering everything else that was going on, he really didn't have it in him to be surprised. Glad, though? Yes, he definitely had it in him to be glad. "Good girl," he murmured, and then got back to work.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:24 pm
Once he was certain that there were no more bugs, Alfred set about removing the costume, bandaging the wound, and checking for other, less serious injuries. It looked as though his charge had sustained a rather serious head injury recently. Shaking his head, Alfred bandaged the head wound as best he could, dressed Terry in some of Master Tim's spare clothes, folded up the damaged batsuit, and put it away. Then, exhibiting surprising strength, he lifted the young man's limp body and carried him up the stairs and into the manor proper.
The lights clicked off behind him, leaving only the eerie, flickering glow of the Bat Computer to light the cave.
{Exit Future Batman to Gotham (with Alfred)}
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:41 am
{Enter Future from Gotham (Wayne Manor)}
Terry entered the batcave from upstairs, still feeling tired and horribly sore. His shoulder ached, his head ached... hell, every bone in his body felt fractured, probably from that fight with Mist's alter ego. Still, he felt a lot better than he knew he SHOULD, which was the weird thing. Who was this Roxanne person? It sounded sort of familiar... Or was that just because it reminded him of Max's real name?
Shrugging mentally, he started looking for his suit. After a minute or two, he found it-- safely tucked away in an inconspicuous drawer. The hole in it was... well, looking at it, he was even more amazed that he was feeling as good as he did. Spreading it out on the table, he got to work.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:09 pm
ENTER from WAREHOUSE IN SAN FRANSISCO
A large cloud of black smoke exploded near one of the enterances to the Batcave. Gossamer sat hunched against a large tree, and Crazy Cat remained curled on her shoulder.
”Lot’s of security, I’d put on something a little less noticeable.” he whispered to her quietly.
Without giving it much thought, Gossamer mumbled something to herself, and both the cat and she became invisible.
The cat’s grin widened. ”Very nice. You could probably go inside just like this without being noticed, but there are a LOT of computer things inside. I don’t know much about them, but I’m sure you could whip something up to make sure you’re not detected or anything.”
Gossamer glanced back at him a moment, then closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the tree. A barely visible wave of energy lifted from her and pulsed out around her. A second later, she stopped and stood upright. ”That’ll take care of things until I can get inside and close enough to one of the main computers.” she replied, then moved out from behind the tree.
The cat smiled, then slipped off her shoulder and climbed up the tree onto a nearby branch. ”Nice. You working for that little sibling group really helped.”
Gossamer paused a moment and looked up at him again. ”One more time…why are you helping me do this?”
The cat grinned more. ”You don’t trust me. Understandable. I’m going to get a show out of this. Quite a good one I hope. I love it when the hero is in trouble. Whether it’s himself, or someone he’d feel guilty about. And you…LOVE to make those that cross you suffer. It’s just your thing.”
Gossamer stared at him a moment later, then, slipped into her invisible state. As she floated through the entrance to get farther inside, the cat watched her go. Once she was gone, his shark smile appeared again. ”Show time.” he purred to himself.
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