Entry tags:

dick grayson, richie tozier

Who: Dick-squared
What: Richie is a man on a mission.
Where: Through the doors.
When: November 21st

As promised, Richie had picked up Dick and they’d headed over to the Doom Doors — possible list of questions in Dick’s possession, and an already unwrapped twinkie in Richie’s. Well, and a mental list of things he needed. And his credit card, which he hoped like hell would work wherever they ended up because he was good for it, in terms of money, so long as they ended up in modern-day America.

It’d taken some time. To find a door that looked reasonable. A lot of opening and closing and being absolutely scared shitless of dark caverns and space, underwater and a really notable one that looked a little bit like it was pulled from the illustrations of a book on Dante’s Inferno.

But they found something. It looked about the same in terms of season, and might very well have been a place that was Chicago adjacent and Richie felt pretty good with it. So they walked through, and to his immense delight, the scenery stayed the same as what was advertised.

“Thanks for coming with,” Richie said, feeling a bit more at ease when he was actually in the street, all the traffic felt very normal, and the drivers all seemed human. Even still, it was probably best to have his guard up, at least a little.