I've terribly taken a turn
WHO:iron_fister and wantsapprentice
WHERE: The... roof..tops?
WHEN: Feb. 5, 2010. Late at night.
WARNINGS: The Drama Llama is all over this bitch
SUMMARY: Danny's doing this whole 'i'm going to patrol/train myself to death' thing as self-punishment. So, how (un)fortunate that he should run into Slade while on patrol!
FORMAT: Para to start, then Quicklog because RW and I are lazy
Everyone had different coping mechanisms. Danny's was to overwork himself. Sure, at first he had been shocked, maybe teared up a bit. But hey, he had just come back from the dead. What do you expect?
Of course Danny's definition of 'overworking' didn't include late nights at the office. Daniel Rand's definition of 'overworking' was to train until he couldn't move.
And then go on patrol.
Which was what he was doing now, dashing across rooftops, body screaming for rest. He ignored it and continued to run, looking at the streets below. Hoping to spot some crime that he could fight. Hoping to know for sure that he was doing the right thing, because who could say that a mugging wasn't ethical. Who was to say that putting a torturer behind bars was the wrong thing to do?
No. Danny wouldn't think about that. Not now. Now, he was doing the right thing. He was running.
WHERE: The... roof..tops?
WHEN: Feb. 5, 2010. Late at night.
WARNINGS: The Drama Llama is all over this bitch
SUMMARY: Danny's doing this whole 'i'm going to patrol/train myself to death' thing as self-punishment. So, how (un)fortunate that he should run into Slade while on patrol!
FORMAT: Para to start, then Quicklog because RW and I are lazy
Everyone had different coping mechanisms. Danny's was to overwork himself. Sure, at first he had been shocked, maybe teared up a bit. But hey, he had just come back from the dead. What do you expect?
Of course Danny's definition of 'overworking' didn't include late nights at the office. Daniel Rand's definition of 'overworking' was to train until he couldn't move.
And then go on patrol.
Which was what he was doing now, dashing across rooftops, body screaming for rest. He ignored it and continued to run, looking at the streets below. Hoping to spot some crime that he could fight. Hoping to know for sure that he was doing the right thing, because who could say that a mugging wasn't ethical. Who was to say that putting a torturer behind bars was the wrong thing to do?
No. Danny wouldn't think about that. Not now. Now, he was doing the right thing. He was running.