[The night's cold and clear; a careless exhale will puff out in a gaslit cloud. The ice is clear and slick on some roofs, treacherously cracked and sliding on others. On others yet it's thin, black, rough- nearly invisible against the shingles until that fatal misstep ( Read more... )

[Crackling paper. Creases that crumple in short lines and tiny rips.

Suddenly, the twitter of birdsong erupts from the page. Why, listen to that! Isn't that nice? It's the first robin of spring.

... Bit early, though, isn't it?

Funny thing, too: the sound seems to be slowing down, lengthening out and dropping in pitch like a cheap recording ( Read more... )

[Friends, Family, Friendly Acquaintances of Bruce Wayne]

Uhh, no cause for alarm, folks! Just a heads-up, Mr. Wayne's kind of on a loss. It's cool, we got him, but if you see a little kid wandering around, kinda gawping at everything, answers to 'Bruce', just - just send him back to 811.

Yeah.
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[Bats]

So who's up for babysitting? Only I've kinda ( Read more... )

( Lana's House (DCU Friends and Family Thanksgiving Dinner) )

Heads up, castle - Maya Fey's been found. No major damage. We'll have her back in a couple days.

[Bats and other detectives]

She was in this giant graveyard out west. It's marked Wanderer's Yard on the map. [A beat. (Yeah, Batman, he read so far back in the journal he found Lois' map. Suck it.)]

Who're we still missing?

[Tim Drake]

I got another ( Read more... )

So. That was weird. What's the point of a haunted castle after like... ninety percent of the cemetery just goes away? What, was it a ghost cemetery? 'Cause that just sounds redundant.

Think I'm gettin' the hang of this, though. [Indifferently!] I mean, it's wacked, but it's not totally out there. I've seen stranger.

[O bravado. You are truly a ( Read more... )

[The cemetery, now that it's nearing the end of the festivities, looks a little different. Decorative throw pillows, if you didn't leave any customary ones for your dearly departed, have been provided for all of the graves, sitting neatly near the flowers and other decorations and offerings. A table has been placed next to the entrance, an ( Read more... )

[The rusty creak of iron. Shuffling, of light feet against metal floor.

And then... a jaunty, perky whistle. "Hush Little Baby," if you must know - but with a jazz spin. It stops quite abruptly - and then there's that familiar, leering voice.]

Oh!

Why, hello there.

[He almost sounds pleasant. Mr. Rogers in Halloween Town.]

And how are all our viewers in ( Read more... )

nyehehhehhehheheheh. NneeheeeheeheeheeheeheeAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!!

I'm in Heaven!! Ohhh, this is too rich! Who knew I'd ride the coat-tails alllll the way here, eh!? And can I just say, I am loving the décor. It's just my style!

Weeelll, so long as I'm making an appearance, I may as well rub shoulders with the greats! Dahmer! Berkowitz! OSAMA, ( Read more... )