Family
Who: Tim Drake and Jason Todd. Now open, especially to the Bathouse. Tim just woke up screaming.
What: The last nightmare: the boy in the warehouse.
Where: The Kent house, 2nd floor.
When: Forward-dated: tomorrow, just before lunch.
Warning: It is most certainly Hug-A-Robin day in Rive. Excessive levels of Batsquish contained within.
The last nightmare started with a flinch.
Slowly, in fits and starts, the boy on the bed coiled into a ball. Each move and shift was interrupted by another twitch- in the arm, in the leg. He gave a sudden twist like he'd been struck in the gut.
(Crack.)
In the world within, the Joker landed another hit. A blonde woman flicked ash off her cigarette. He reached for her, cried out. The next swing of the crowbar landed in his mouth.
A little moan finally escaped. A mutter, barely audible. "... save you... Mom."
Cut-off sobs. He kept twitching, as if every move hurt. "... run ... for it..."
A pained whimper. "... what's wrong?"
Tim gasped, shuddered, and froze. For just a second, he didn't breathe at all.
What: The last nightmare: the boy in the warehouse.
Where: The Kent house, 2nd floor.
When: Forward-dated: tomorrow, just before lunch.
Warning: It is most certainly Hug-A-Robin day in Rive. Excessive levels of Batsquish contained within.
The last nightmare started with a flinch.
Slowly, in fits and starts, the boy on the bed coiled into a ball. Each move and shift was interrupted by another twitch- in the arm, in the leg. He gave a sudden twist like he'd been struck in the gut.
(Crack.)
In the world within, the Joker landed another hit. A blonde woman flicked ash off her cigarette. He reached for her, cried out. The next swing of the crowbar landed in his mouth.
A little moan finally escaped. A mutter, barely audible. "... save you... Mom."
Cut-off sobs. He kept twitching, as if every move hurt. "... run ... for it..."
A pained whimper. "... what's wrong?"
Tim gasped, shuddered, and froze. For just a second, he didn't breathe at all.