Highway to Hell

[notasidedick]

Who: Capes and those who are with them.
When: All of Week 128
Where: Infernal Train: Car/Compartment 11
Summary: The Capes set up a substitute HQ in one of the train compartments. Random rendezvous between the Capes and whoever is tagging along with them.
Rating: R just in case
Warnings: Language and probably conversation subjects

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[Monday Afternoon] - Dick and Damian

[notasidedick]

[This is probably pretty hilarious actually. Seeing Batman sitting on the train, one leg crossed over the other like it's totally normal for a man dressed like the Dark Knight sitting there. He's looking over the 'berry network posts idly. He's got a pen in one hand and a small notepad, which was both probably in his utility belt.

He's scribbling notes down, probably things he's picked up based on the network feed, and notes on where he plans to check out. He routinely checks his 'berry, as though expecting to receive something on it.]

[thebat_brat]

[Too bad, the 'berry won't give you any information Batman. Robins been out, and about five minutes after the train departs from a destination, the window Damian entered earlier that day pops open from the outside and green boots find a grip on the short ledge.

He gives Batman a look over, from his perch, before he slides in.]

Hmmph. So here you are.

[notasidedick]

[So rude. You should have at least texted him on Sunday. Okay, no he's not that bothered. You're a capable partner.]

I am. I was just deciding which stops I wanted to hit in which order.

[A pause.] What have you been doing?

[thebat_brat]

[He's looking all around the compartment, at anywhere but Dick-- no, Batman. He isn't jittery. No way.]

What do you think? I've been scouting. [and he pats a bag hanging from his utility belt, full of teeth. Some bloody.] And collecting. [But he's curious, and he inches forward.]

[notasidedick]

[One of the white eyes get a little bigger as he raises an eyebrow.]

I suspected you were having tea at the Dollhouse. [Don't be sarcastic right now.] Oh yes. The teeth is quite convenient, seeing as the best thing about vigilante life is knocking teeth out. I think we'll be getting off at the next stop. At least, I am. [He assumes you'd like to join him.]

[thebat_brat]

[Wouldn't be as good as Alfred's.]

We are. [Damian nods stiffly, arms crossed.] ....And I've already been there.

[notasidedick]

[They really do miss Alfred's cooking huh.]

Then, it won't be anything new for you and I right? I suppose we'll be able to hit all the spots these next few weeks. I want to hit the final stop last though. Kind of like a video game.

[thebat_brat]

[And maybe Alfred too.]

That's stupid. This isn't a video game.

[notasidedick]

[Dick misses Alfred too.]

It isn't. But, save the best for last right? [And by best, he means most dangerous.]

[thebat_brat]

Hm. Maybe that makes sense. [Maybe.]

[He looks around the cabin again... when his stomach makes noise. He hasn't eaten yet today.]

[notasidedick]

Not sure what else to give you. I just don't want to hit that place up yet. There's got to be a good reason it's such a far stop.

Hungry? [Smiles pleasantly enough.]

[thebat_brat]

....Also maybe. [He's going through the teeth in his utility belt.]

[notasidedick]

The stop isn't for a bit. You should eat before we depart you know. [He puts the notepad back into his belt.]

[thebat_brat]

[A stiff nod, good point. He's fishing through his collected teeth, at the food-skull. Finally returning with... a sandwich. But not one of Alfred's]

[notasidedick]

So once we hit the stop, we're going to have some fun. [Because, that's what it is apparently. Fun.]

[thebat_brat]

Tt. [And he smirks a little.] It's not supposed to be fun.