Rooms

Who: Luke & Wren
What: A date. (1/2)
Where: Hayden Planetarium, AMNH.
When: Recently.
Warnings/Rating: Nah.

( Wren had always been in a dark place; she lived there. There was nowhere bad for her to go, nowhere worse, and the only thing that made a difference was him. )

Who: Saint R.
What: Making back-up plans.
When: Recently. Post-attack, but not too far post-attack.

( Nothing was black and white. Or was it? )

[Locked to Cris M]

I'm sorry about what I said. I thought about it, and how it probably came off, and that's not what I meant to say.

So. I'm sorry. I am. And [...] I hope you're okay.

[While she's in Tony's Bay Lab, unable to sleep. She spends a long time trying to figure out who to reach out to and, in the end, she goes with her gut, and she doesn't even make lots of lists or anything. She comes up as "Unknown" on the journal.]

[Locked to Hels]
Hey.

[Charred to a crisp.

That's the only way to describe the remains that were left in a particularly woody area of Alley Pond Park in Queens. The initial call was made to 911 around 8:15am on Wednesday morning, called in by a mother whose three-year-old toddler happened upon the scene. Ash, charred bones, and a single scrap of fabric are found (a polyester-mix), and no one in the area that can remember anything out of the unusual. Surveillance videos in the area surrounding the park show nothing amiss either. Further testing will need to be made in order to determine anything about the remains, as not even gender could easily be called from what was found.]

[After this.]

[FDNY radio to dispatch]
First responder, Alley Pond Park in Queens. You need Homicide and SVU out here, dispatch. Victim's too far gone for us, but she ain't got a stitch on. Looks young, probably female, and we got some wallet near probably belongs to her. No ID, but Bronx precinct on a scorched voting card. No blood at the scene, wasn't killed here, I reckon.

[During this conversation.]

[Locked to Ra's]
Grandfather.

[Locked to Dick G]
Did you end up gay? I always figured you would.

[So, their vacation was being cut a little short. It wasn't really surprising. After all, Gotham tended to wake up without warning. Drowsy periods, and then spikes, and what a spike. Oh, the Families were no surprise. In fact, the kitty cat was only surprised they hadn't gone bigger, faster. The mobs were as Gotham as Joe and his facepaint, and they were as Gotham as the Bat and his cowl, and she didn't expect any of that to change, not in any real way. But Damian coming back? Now that was something, and she wasn't sure yet if she was glad he wasn't the Damian that hated her all the way down to his baby bird toes. And Eddie going after Ra's and collecting Iris' love-child? Now that was surprising too, because the kitty had been so sure Bruce would do it in honor of Iris' memory. But she was quickly learning that this Bat? Was very, very different from the one who'd left.

But Stephanie needed to get home, and that was something Selina was very, very sure about. If anyone could calm Damian? It was the little blonde bat. And these days? These days it was Stephanie that managed to best console a Bat that Selina barely knew.

And so, after days of running and hiding in the woods, filth and survival, the girls were back on a route to the docks, armed with knowledge and a ferocity that came with days of taking down very, very big things with very, very big teeth. It was early yet, morning sunlight, and they had a half-day's hike ahead of them. And hopefully there would be a door waiting.]

[A fresh message, to get things organized.]

I'm down at the docks. Nigma's working on a location for the boat. Still need someone to drive the transport. Dick? Otherwise anybody who feels like being useful can meet me down here.

[Locked to Louis D]
Hey, Lou. I'll be home soon, yeah? Keep feeding Rodin for me or whatever?

[Locked to Ash D]
I was waiting to see if you'd hit me up.

[Locked to Penny R]
Hey. Got a minute?

[Locked to Cris M]
[Just a phone-snapped picture of this NSFW painting.]