one. like the lightning strikes // video
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[ Have a nice overview of your own City, network. The winds are picking up, this late in the night, and there are neon lights- and an oil-slick darkness at the edge of the screen.
It grows larger, larger, turns around. Then there is finally a break of darkness. Smooth, leathery grey.
A very, very familiar symbol. A bat, splayed upon a large, masculine chest. ]
I've been away too long.
[ Oh yes, the voice is a familiar one, isn't it? All darkness and gravel, scraping rough against skin. Sandpaper is gentler. It's deep, too. Resonant. Commanding. It's the kind of voice old generals had to train themselves to have. The kind that makes everyone sit up, listen, and obey. ]
I'm here to pick up my trash. [ Joker, he means you. ]
If you think you had the chance to run free... you still have the time to change your mind.
[ Oil-slick black again. The nauseating flash of building-black-city-
nothing. ]
[ ooc; If it's possible, please fill this in for me? It'll be a great help, thanks! ]
[ Have a nice overview of your own City, network. The winds are picking up, this late in the night, and there are neon lights- and an oil-slick darkness at the edge of the screen.
It grows larger, larger, turns around. Then there is finally a break of darkness. Smooth, leathery grey.
A very, very familiar symbol. A bat, splayed upon a large, masculine chest. ]
I've been away too long.
[ Oh yes, the voice is a familiar one, isn't it? All darkness and gravel, scraping rough against skin. Sandpaper is gentler. It's deep, too. Resonant. Commanding. It's the kind of voice old generals had to train themselves to have. The kind that makes everyone sit up, listen, and obey. ]
I'm here to pick up my trash. [ Joker, he means you. ]
If you think you had the chance to run free... you still have the time to change your mind.
[ Oil-slick black again. The nauseating flash of building-black-city-
nothing. ]
[ ooc; If it's possible, please fill this in for me? It'll be a great help, thanks! ]