Coming Home - Finished Log
[OOC: This log has been unlocked to use as an example of a finished (still in threads/comments) log. My apologies to the fact that there are several layers of comments where we had to start a new set of comments because they got too narrow.]
Who: Batman and Robin (closed, finished)
Where: The Warehouse District; Bat-base
When: Night
What: Comfort, control and gratuitous sex.
Rating: NC-17
( Coming home... )
Batman scowled. It was late, Almost daybreak, and he wasn't even back to the base yet. He had planned to be back hours ago, but he'd lost track of time. It wasn't like him, but this place put him on edge. It was almost as though his internal clock was completely broken. Even after the sun came up, it wouldn't be bright - it was always dismal here. He'd thought Gotham was dark -- Gotham had nothing on this place.
It would still be a few more hours before he actually got any sleep. He'd found what looked like an abandoned drug store, and an apartment complex where he was sure he'd seen shadows through the windows. Upon further inspection, the rooms were all empty, but there was a feeling of life inside of them that wasn't present anywhere else in the city. He'd made note of the locations, and he'd loaded up on a few more supplies to bring back to base. Pain medication, sedatives, powdered protein drinks, and a medley of other things that could come in handy later. Not enough to weigh him down - anything bulky would be picked up when he had someone to watch his back, just in case.
It had come to his attention that the cloaked figures that both he and Robin had observed didn't show up on his makeshift radar system - he hadn't been able to make a good record of their habits yet, and he knew next to nothing about them. It made him uneasy. The blinking lights he'd seen marking movement on his map earlier had brought him to the tenements, but he had no clue if they actually meant anything just yet. He'd found nothing there, but Robin had run into someone. There was life here, somewhere. Somewhere. It was just a matter of pinning it all down.
Just a few more miles to go. Soon, Robin. I won't keep you waiting much longer.
Batman would never be used to it -- someone waiting for him; to worry and chide him for pushing himself too hard. Alfred did it, Dick had done it, and now Tim. He ought to be acclimated to it by now, but other people worrying about him had always seemed so absurd to him. It always would.
Who: Batman and Robin (closed, finished)
Where: The Warehouse District; Bat-base
When: Night
What: Comfort, control and gratuitous sex.
Rating: NC-17
( Coming home... )
Batman scowled. It was late, Almost daybreak, and he wasn't even back to the base yet. He had planned to be back hours ago, but he'd lost track of time. It wasn't like him, but this place put him on edge. It was almost as though his internal clock was completely broken. Even after the sun came up, it wouldn't be bright - it was always dismal here. He'd thought Gotham was dark -- Gotham had nothing on this place.
It would still be a few more hours before he actually got any sleep. He'd found what looked like an abandoned drug store, and an apartment complex where he was sure he'd seen shadows through the windows. Upon further inspection, the rooms were all empty, but there was a feeling of life inside of them that wasn't present anywhere else in the city. He'd made note of the locations, and he'd loaded up on a few more supplies to bring back to base. Pain medication, sedatives, powdered protein drinks, and a medley of other things that could come in handy later. Not enough to weigh him down - anything bulky would be picked up when he had someone to watch his back, just in case.
It had come to his attention that the cloaked figures that both he and Robin had observed didn't show up on his makeshift radar system - he hadn't been able to make a good record of their habits yet, and he knew next to nothing about them. It made him uneasy. The blinking lights he'd seen marking movement on his map earlier had brought him to the tenements, but he had no clue if they actually meant anything just yet. He'd found nothing there, but Robin had run into someone. There was life here, somewhere. Somewhere. It was just a matter of pinning it all down.
Just a few more miles to go. Soon, Robin. I won't keep you waiting much longer.
Batman would never be used to it -- someone waiting for him; to worry and chide him for pushing himself too hard. Alfred did it, Dick had done it, and now Tim. He ought to be acclimated to it by now, but other people worrying about him had always seemed so absurd to him. It always would.