Happy birthday, Dr. Crane [rp for arkhams_dr]
The Batmobile roared up to the rundown duplex, nearly coming up on the sidewalk as it pulled to a stop.
Inside the driver's seat, Harvey Dent struggled with the car's controls, which he was obviously unaccustomed to.
"Hurry the hell up," he muttered to the absent Jonathan Crane. Crane was supposed to be waiting for him. All he'd told the doctor was "meet me outside the apartment at the appointed time." They didn't have a whole lot of time. You could only be inconspicuous in the goddamn Batmobile for so long. This was either going to be the best birthday present or the one they remembered because it landed them in jail...or, you know, both...
Inside the driver's seat, Harvey Dent struggled with the car's controls, which he was obviously unaccustomed to.
"Hurry the hell up," he muttered to the absent Jonathan Crane. Crane was supposed to be waiting for him. All he'd told the doctor was "meet me outside the apartment at the appointed time." They didn't have a whole lot of time. You could only be inconspicuous in the goddamn Batmobile for so long. This was either going to be the best birthday present or the one they remembered because it landed them in jail...or, you know, both...