Nightshift 38: M81-90 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about

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M84, then out.

[gothamnight]

In the end, Bruce hadn't been able to rest much before the nightshift began; in a way, he'd never expected to get any. Being able to fall asleep was a talent as worthy as any other of extensive study, but it was never a skill Bruce truly mastered. What he could be doing with those lost hours haunted him, and here at Landel's, where Bruce could never be sure how long he had left until the next item on the Doctor's schedule...

He was better prepared tonight than his first night, but Bruce couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness as he stepped out of his room and checked the hallway. It was generally empty--perhaps because the night had just begun. He heard a door slamming further down but couldn't seen who closed it.

Bruce shut his own door quietly, but otherwise kept his stance relaxed but not too confident; regardless of how unknown Bruce Wayne was here, it never hurt to take precautions. He wanted to get to M79 with as few people (and monsters) noticing as possible. There was no crowd to blend into but everywhere there was shadow.

For the Batman, that'd be enough.

[gothamnight]

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