Nightshift 39: M81-M90 Hallway

[iwascloned]

[ from here ]

At least S.T.'s room wasn't at the opposite end of the hallway. Spider was on the verge of just leaving without him as it was. Instead, he walked up to the door and knocked loudly with the butt of his flashlight.

"Hey you motherfucking sack of shit," he said, cheerfully. "Three seconds and I'm coming in after you."

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[gothamnight]

[from here.]

Contrary to popular belief, darkness was not something Bruce generally welcomed: it found him, yes, and it was necessary to so many facets of who and what he was that he chose night after night to live within it. But that alone did not change the fact that it was at essence unnatural for the human creature to enjoy the dark; more than a simple absence of light, darkness was symbolic in a way that both frightened and mesmerized. And just so long as happiness was transient, people simply could not live bound constantly by fear and enchantment; rather, they adapted, sought better situations. Gravitated always for the light that offered blindness and comfort from the darkness--the confrontation, realization, imagination--within.

Not even the Batman could live in darkness. Not forever. As he flicked on his flashlight and stepped into the hallway, Bruce realized with a sense of deja-vu that he had already begun to adjust to this place; the hallways were familiar, the sounds and the tastes and even the smell becoming ever-less unusual. His footing was surer now; even without Logan beside him, he would know somewhere to go.

The exchange? Tolerance. Incremental changes to his perception of the place, for good or for bad.

"Do you have any idea where they might be?" Bruce asked, noting the emptiness of the hall but still overwhelming cautious. He started down the hallway, making sure to keep his pacing equal to Logan's--not faster or slower, as much a gesture as an effort at efficiency.