barbara gordon (pythia) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2014-02-12 12:20:00 |
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WHO: Babs and her Valentine (and a little bit of Aaron)
WHAT: idk, she asked for a vacation and got a key
WHERE: Passages and then who knows
WHEN: Today!
WARNINGS: There might be a serial killer behind that door. WILL UPDATE AS NEEDED.
Aaron thought it was a bad idea, but Babs was insistent. Sure, she didn’t know who or what lay beyond that door but it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle herself. At least her Vegas counterpart agreed with her on that end. Still it took them a little while to find the door they were looking for, trying out the key on any door that looked like it might fit. By the time they finally reached it, Babs was buzzing with excitement in Aaron’s brain, and she impatiently tapped (as well as an incorporeal presence in one’s head could) until the man turned the key and stepped inside. Where there was once Aaron, there was now Babs, red hair spilling over a dark, wool coat, as directed. Blue jeans peeked out from underneath, covering a pair of black ankle boots. She wore her utility belt, covered under a green shirt, but no one needed to know that little detail until a psychopath showed up. |