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C.J.'s eyes lit up at the idea! "That sounds great! Grew up on stuff like that." he said with a smile. It felt nice having Misty around. Things actually felt calmer now, instead of just "party, work, drink, sleep, eat" but now there was a purpose.

Uuuuh, C.J.?

"Yeah?"

Savage might see us on TV. You know that, right?

"Naaaah! He saw the CAR!"

"Man, who was obviously NOT the batman?!" Explain that, Turkey!!!

*gulp* "Whaddawe do?! Whaddawe do?!? WHAT! DO! WE! DO?!?"

Get a hold of yourself, other me! *Slap!* Now listen! As long as Savage DOESN'T KNOW we're living here in the Gotham railroad yard, he can't FIND us, yeis?

"Most likely."

Yeah . . . so all we gotta do is lie low until the heat dies down, right?

"Most likely . . . Wait! What about Arell and Dun?"

Lemme put it this way, with the s**t about to go down in Vegas, I doubt they'll be back here anytime soon. Just relax, lie low and cave-dork will probably lose y'alls trail!

"I like this idea."

Me too. It involves us NOT dying!!

"I forgot to tell ya, I'm allergic to death with a fatal reaction!"

*Facepalm*

C.J. smiled back and relaxed. "You got it, sugar!" he said and chilled out, turning on the television set. It was catching up that he had quite the adventure . . . however the television declared that their problem was not over yet!

"This is NBC Gotham News with a morning news alert! The man seen in the wild Batmobile chases last night has been identified as Circus employee and local musician C.J. Benoit, who for reasons unknown came into the possession of the car, lost possession of such, and was last seen fleeing from it into the city limits from New York. No word who or what was responsible for the chase returning to Gotham or why he wasn't in the Batmobile when it was chasing them. This is NBC news, Gotham City."

If the young man had drank anything when that blurted across the tv, he probably would have done a spit take!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! he thought.

"Thought?! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!! We're BONED!!!!"

No fooling! Time for plan b! Open the wormhole and hide out in Pirates of Viridia until the Heat blows over!!

"Wait! What about Misty?!"

D'OH!!! We're screwed! Pack your bags! We're going to Cuba after this!

C.J.?

. . . . *drool*

Ceej? *waves hand in front of face*

"Hubba hubba!"

*SMACK!!!* QUIT BEIN' A HORNDOG, YOU KNUCKLEHEAD! SHE NEEDS YOU!!! BE HER ROCK!!!

"GAH!! Right! However, you gotta admit, she IS hot!"

No denying that! Great picture!

C.J. got up and held onto Misty. "Hey, there's no reason to be afraid, darlin'. They don't even know where we are right now. There's thousands of circuses, and a few still use trains to get around. For all fat-boy knows, we're well on our way outta town. Shoot, one more night and we'll be outta sight. Last night before we hit Metropolis, I believe . . ." C.J. said . . . who was also immediately kicking himself. Why . . . WHY didn't he think of using a code name?!? Okay, focus, Benoit. I got a plan to get us outta this mess.

"Like what?! Your plans got us INTO this mess!"

No . . . us BOTCHING the plan, THAT'S what gets us into the messes!

"Oh yeah!"

((No problem, hon! It works perfectly!))

C.J. relaxed, holding her close before they got breakfast. "It's no problem, darlin'. Besides, this ain't even near as bad as it could be." he said. He had the schedule in hand as some of the animal trainers had come to get the animals down for their daily trip from the train yard to Gotham's convention center. Fortunately, since the boys handled the railroad equipment, they could lie low . . . but C.J. usually caught the last show in town, just to make sure. Fortunately, that wasn't for another . . . twelve-fifteen hours 'til that happened.

"After all, Fisky's just a man. One who needs to go on a diet, but a man nonetheless." he said and kissed her cheek. "Want some OJ, dear?" he asked, letting go to get some glasses.

"WOOHOO!!! Saph's back!!!"

You dope, it's the same person who plays Rosie!

"Oooh. hehe *blushes* Oops."

C.J. smiled and helped her in before producing some oj from the fridge and poured glasses for Misty and himself. Putting the m on the table, he got the milk out and poured some in a bowl for their feline buddy. Can't forget the animals he thought and placed the bowl down in front of him before sitting down.

C.J. pet the cat with a smile and then got up to sit down, getting his plate. "It's alright, hon. Kinda makes things interesting around here." he said casually. However . . . this was going to be one wild ride! That and who wants to be the guy whose only contribution to the plot is getting bit by a snake? he thought.

C.J.'s stomach growled low before he started eating some of the bacon and eggs. They were delicious! Then again . . . we haven't eaten anything she's cooked before, have we?

"Wait, Alex cooked once in that romance RP we stumbled in. I think. I'd double-check, but too busy eatin'."

Fair enough.

C.J. seemed to really enjoy that eggs and bacon, the news was totally on the back burner . . . and while he had the tendency of using liberal amounts of hot sauce in his OWN cooking, he didn't even think to use it on the eggs. Just letting it roll.

"Tell me about it! Well, at least we're moving here!"

C.J. smiled back, looking up. "They're a -GULP!- amazing!" he said with a smile before downing the rest of his OJ.

"It shows . . . best cookin' outta this kitchen in a LONG time." he quipped.