Day 49: The Pet Supply Place

[unheroed]

The bus ride had passed quickly enough, and then the moment of truth had come. The town, rather than being torn to shreds by rioting patients and the crazed undead, was more or less in good order. That was what Harvey had figured when he'd first exited the bus, anyway. His second thought had been that he was glad he had a raincoat. The drizzle was

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[unheroed]

Maybe a few months ago, Harvey would have actually liked this kid. He had a willingness to help that he would have liked to see around Gotham a bit more, for instance. Now, though, after he'd been embittered to the city he'd tried to save, that just wasn't the case. The kid's generosity came across as fake -- and even if it wasn't, it was obnoxious.

However, when the stranger mentioned that he'd missed out on possible fun, Harvey scowled and shook his head. Even if the teen was being facetious, the events of the previous week weren't worth poking fun at. At least not in Harvey's opinion.

"Hardly," he said once all of the patrolling employees were out of earshot. This really wasn't the best place to have this conversation, but he wasn't up for going out into the drizzle again, either. "We were late getting back on the buses, and when night fell, things changed. Just like they do back up on the hill." Even though he had nothing to gain by withholding details, Harvey decided not to get into the nitty-gritty of things. Part of it was because he died a little every time he used the word "zombie"; the other part was that this kid wasn't exactly on his good side at this point. So, he'd be half-helpful.

[gothamsfuture]

"Woah, seriously?" Two-Face really wasn't giving anything away, was he. Terry almost wished he had a coin to flip, just to trigger some conversation. But even with Wayne missing, he could hear the old man telling him to suck it up and use what he had. Not that it was working too well so far. "Like with the monsters and everything? That's crazy!"

He'd gotten a little loud at the end, and Terry looked around to make sure he hadn't drawn too much attention. An employee or two had looked over, but they turned away quickly enough when Terry offered a placating wave. He hadn't missed the way they scowled, though.

"So does that stuff happen every week? I've never been here before, and all my--" Pause, look at the staff. A touch of panic just to keep up the act. "Uh. You know. My junk is back at the hospital." Maybe he really would need to put the old skills back into action. Not exactly something Terry would be proud of, but better a bite to the ego than a limb.

[unheroed]

When the kid's voice rose a little too high, high enough to earn some attention from the workers here, Harvey sent him a glare that would have stabbed him in the chest if it could have. It didn't take much to fray at his nerves these days, and this random stranger had been hitting all of the wrong buttons so far. Almost like he was trying.

It almost made him want to withhold the information just to teach the stranger a lesson, but Harvey knew that that was treading into the wrong sort of territory. It was no skin off of his back to answer the kid's questions, even if there were about ten other things he'd rather be doing.

The town was uninteresting, anyway.

"This is only my second time here, but from what I've gathered, last week was the first time." Which meant that there was really no way to know what to expect this time around. There was no pattern to work off of. "And I don't think you need to worry so much about that. There're a lot of different things to choose from here." When it was steal a gun or get your leg chewed off? Harvey was pretty sure he knew what choice any sane person would make.