[Warden Filter]

I'm bringing Bruce to the infirmary. It's just a barge coma; I couldn't find any sign of damage, and, well. He's a really light sleeper.

[A beat] Actually, I could use some help. Or one of those cool floating stretchers.

[Private to Cissie]

What happened, and where are you? [DIED? D:]

[Private to Steph]

I thought

Adam gave ( Read more... )

[Tim does not mean to turn on the video function. In fact, he wasn't planning on making this post till later, but he's lounging in bed, and there is a superdog that has decided the bed is his. Int he ensuing struggle, the video is turned on, and the screen is filled with a super nose. It pulls back enough to get a skewed video of Krypto while Tim ( Read more... )

[THE TIME HAS COME, THE WALRUS SAID. Tim is sitting on his bed, communicator in his hands, and there is a little smile on his face because despite everything, he is actually excited to make this post. Well, he's excited to make this post and leave, mostly.]I need to head home for a few days. I don't know how much time I'll need there, but I'm ( Read more... )

So Eddie's game made me realize that it's been a really long time since I've had areal computer system to mess with. I mean, my laptop might throw a fight if I take it apart one more time, and I didn't bring much else with me. [Translation? He misses the epic Bat computer and tinkering with the Batmobile and the crazy bat suits and vehicles of all ( Read more... )

So how many weeks to we get between floods and ports? Think we're due for a dry spell, yet?

( All of those are notes slipped under doors for: Slade, Cissie, Steph, Shego, Isaac, and Nygma )

[See, the problem with being saved by Sylar is that Tim wasn't the one doing the saving. And that's okay, really, his control issues don't stretch nearly that far; but they do when it means he couldn't save other people. There were a lot of wardens stuck in that basement, after all, and some of them were his friends. And one was among his oldest ( Read more... )

[Private to Slade]

I need to talk to you.

[Private to Nygma]

So...what exactly were you paranoid about, there?

[Private to Cissie]

[Long pause. Loooong Pause.] We should talk.

That was...interesting. Kinda fun, when it wasn't. You know. Insane.

[Private to Cissie]

[Just a second of silence before he TOTALLY CHANGED HIS MIND.]

[Private to Crane]

You're never allowed to have scissors.

[Private to Shego]

[Hey, awkward] Uh - want to spar, later?

[Private to the Admiral]I have a request. Kind of a big one, and since I ( Read more... )

It's a gas. It's - it's fear gas. Crane's fear gas. It's from Gotham, it-- [He breaks off, silent for a few seconds - dealing with his own hallucinations. Skeletal Batman? Check. There are sounds of movement, Tim stumbling around his room and looking for his costume.]I have an antidote. I need -the lab, or the infirmary. I can make more. I need ( Read more... )

[Tim has had quite a few painkillers. Later, he'll miss having his injuries treated in a cave, where he can't make a stoned fool of himself. He's still in the infirmary, so spam is totally a possibility here.] God, my cheek is killing me. [Probably because you keep touching it, Tim. He's gingerly rubbing that fractured cheekbone.]So those, uh. ( Read more... )