WHO: Shinji Hirako (ilmascherato) and Batman (notteoscura) WHAT: Dropping off a few presents for Shinji. WHERE: AMC Headquarters. WHEN: Day 93, quite late at night, after the run-in with the Joker.
Shinji had been detained at the AMC office past his usual hours by paperwork that he was loath to do. Not that he was ever willing to do paperwork, but he felt like that wasn't really his fault--there was too much of the damned thing and he had to sign off on nearly everything, which made the use and abuse of lieutenants pretty pointless
( ... )
He did nothing, said nothing as the blond man in the office shifted activities.
Batman trusted that it wouldn't be very long before Hirako would notice his presence, and sure enough, there was that barely-noticeable gesture. A half turn, a slow pivot starting before...
There was impact, but not the kind that Batman had expected. The masked man didn't so much as blink, but he stared at the blond that cursed and held the paddleball in his hand, waiting.
Shinji rubbed the stinging spot between his eyes, swearing some more before tossing the rubbish toy aside. Goddamned paddle ball.
At this point, he heaved a large sigh--not because of his paddle ball misadventures, but because that fucking intruder still hadn't moved and he would have to turn around and see just who the hell it was and goddamn it that took effort and his life was so damned difficult.
Shinji finally swiveled in his chair to ... find himself faced to face with some gay guy wearing tight spandex and pointed ears above his head. He assumed the unconscious clown was a fashion accessory in the gay world.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Ain't gonna get yourself a guy wearin' that shit, man. Try a shirt and a pant. Cotton. Not spandex."
Batman didn't move when Shinji spun in place to face him. In fact, he didn't say a word after the man was done speaking, but what he did do was take a step forward, lift the unconscious clown by the back of the shirt and a grip on the waistband of his trousers, and haul him over the windowsill.
The movement, rough and quite uncaring, sent the thug tumbling over onto the floor and rolling flat onto his back, arms and legs still restrained.
When the Batman finally said something, his voice was harsh and hardened by both pain and ...something else. Undetectable.
"He worked for the Joker. The Vescovo and Monacello family banks were robbed." Behind the mask, the man's face was stiff and unmoving, except for his mouth.
Shinji's face showed no emotion as the spandex-wearing asshole thrust a thug at him. His eyes narrowed just a little bit, but otherwise there was no visible reaction. Not like the thug was in any shape to take action as it was.
He didn't so much as wince, but his vision was still something he had to fight to hold onto. The man's face was stiff, a mask behind the mask.
Batman didn't move to enter the man's office; he instead managed to stay perfectly unmoving, save for the gentle flapping of what was left of the cape that stirred behind him.
"I was going to stop him. He got away." The man's voice is still harsh, still rougher than the rabble that's ripped up his suit up and along one side of his body.
Obviously, the Batman didn't come out of the fight completely unharmed.
And obviously, he plans to achieve better results next time.
Shinji's eyes flickered from the masked man to the thug lying on the floor. He seemed to be twitching. Shinji ignored him. He stared back up at the stranger.
The man's eyes narrow, but that's all the movement there is.
"Someone who wants to change things."
And he turns to leave, the edge of the material that streams out behind him barely stirring as he makes for the open window. The movements are almost invisible--one moment he's moving for the sill, another, he's outside of it.
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Batman trusted that it wouldn't be very long before Hirako would notice his presence, and sure enough, there was that barely-noticeable gesture. A half turn, a slow pivot starting before...
There was impact, but not the kind that Batman had expected. The masked man didn't so much as blink, but he stared at the blond that cursed and held the paddleball in his hand, waiting.
((OOC: I laughed. So. Hard.))
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At this point, he heaved a large sigh--not because of his paddle ball misadventures, but because that fucking intruder still hadn't moved and he would have to turn around and see just who the hell it was and goddamn it that took effort and his life was so damned difficult.
Shinji finally swiveled in his chair to ... find himself faced to face with some gay guy wearing tight spandex and pointed ears above his head. He assumed the unconscious clown was a fashion accessory in the gay world.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Ain't gonna get yourself a guy wearin' that shit, man. Try a shirt and a pant. Cotton. Not spandex."
[[OOC: Then my job here is complete. \o/]]
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The movement, rough and quite uncaring, sent the thug tumbling over onto the floor and rolling flat onto his back, arms and legs still restrained.
When the Batman finally said something, his voice was harsh and hardened by both pain and ...something else. Undetectable.
"He worked for the Joker. The Vescovo and Monacello family banks were robbed." Behind the mask, the man's face was stiff and unmoving, except for his mouth.
"Tonight."
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"How d'ya know this?"
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He didn't so much as wince, but his vision was still something he had to fight to hold onto. The man's face was stiff, a mask behind the mask.
Batman didn't move to enter the man's office; he instead managed to stay perfectly unmoving, save for the gentle flapping of what was left of the cape that stirred behind him.
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"Ya saw the Joker?" he asked sharply, turning more fully towards the dark strange.
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Obviously, the Batman didn't come out of the fight completely unharmed.
And obviously, he plans to achieve better results next time.
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"Who the hell are ya?"
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"Someone who wants to change things."
And he turns to leave, the edge of the material that streams out behind him barely stirring as he makes for the open window. The movements are almost invisible--one moment he's moving for the sill, another, he's outside of it.
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