earlybird: (convo: are you touching my food)
Damian Wayne | Robin ([personal profile] earlybird) wrote in [community profile] dreamsanddisasters 2014-10-28 05:16 am (UTC)

[ Asshole? Yes. Hilarious? No. His nose wrinkles -- you aren't funny, Batman -- and he snorts, mouth surely opening for some snappy, biting witticism back, but only making a surprised noise when Dick hooks him and reels him in. ]

Batman.

[ He doesn't appreciate being squished up against Kevlar. Or being touched at all, for that matter. But he connects the dots quickly, accepts his lot in life with a grumble and curls his own arm over Dick's shoulder to strengthen the hold.

Bullets, ringing in the hall. Urgent yelling and the stampede of feet. It's so much like last time, when he'd been so close, pressed against this same service elevator, that he can't help but think it's back to the room for him. Back to the slow insanity of being isolated, tested, a science experiment with no hope for any release but death.

Except escape is a reality. The jerk of velocity, dragging him up, is a reminder of that. The pissed off yelling below brings a vicious smile to his face, though it drops at the sound of bullets -- real bullets, this time -- ricocheting off metal as they're fired on. ]


Try again, assholes! [ He yells down at them, taunting. ] A little to the left this time!

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