Day Four

[shinyfutureboy]

Edit: 8/10/2005 Project abandoned due to sucky computer. Keeping these for my own sake, though.

((Part of chapter four because I feel like going out of order. Writing angry, tired, frustrated Booster makes for scary-darkness. I didn't realize he had a side like that but it seems to work. Uneditted, because I just finished writing it two minutes

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[faceless_freak]

((Definitely much, much love for Booster here. He needs a hug. ... Too bad Question's not gonna provide. Poor puppy Booster. Is a post welcome, Booster-player? *peers curiously*))

[shinyfutureboy]

((A question for you then, O Great and Awesome Alba. I've been cheerily incorporating ideas but not actual text based on what you've been writing. I plan on giving you full credit and many kudos for just the ideas alone, but I was wondering if I could incorporate some text. Full credit and a pointing out that all the goodness within it is all yours.

Either way, feel free, but I'd be all EEEEEE and SQUISH and LOVE if you said yes. And call me Jay. ^^))

[faceless_freak]

((You can use whatever text I've written in response to you as you want. :D I'd be honored. Okay, Jay. XD I will post what I have in mind when I return home from school and work today. Bwa ha ha ha!))

[shinyfutureboy]

((I'm glad to be working with such an awesome writer. And bwa ha ha ha is yay!))

[faceless_freak]

The city was what it had been for over a decade. Dark, cold, greasey, wet, humid, cloudy, and never, ever forgiving in any street, road, alley, path, or anywhere; it was what it was for a long while. Some cursed it more than they would Gotham; Gotham had insane men to blame. Hub had only its own people to place the blame on. Perfectly sane and brutal people.

Though 'sane' was discussable.

"She knows your entrance, the true man of tomorrow; she knows you come, and from the core she leads. Hub welcomes you, all that glitters from what may come; her people differ. Blame not Hub, man of gold; blame only civillians behind the triggers, not the trigger. Blame the free will and lack of will."

A corner, and the Question was waiting, faceless face peering down and beaten trenchcoat shrouding him in shadows and smog and nothing pleasant.

"First a hand, now a limp," the no-faced vigilante murmured, not particularly amused. After all, he had been specific in his directions, hadn't he?

[shinyfutureboy]

Booster took a quick step back when he heard the Question speak, not seeing the dark haired man at first. He straightened up as he looked at his ally, barely masking the pain that flashed in his eyes when his ribs protested the abrupt movement.

"I'm okay," his tone suggested that he wasn't in the mood to discuss his injuries. Maybe even a little embarrassed, like a kid getting scolded for fighting at school. He gestured behind him into the shadowed alleyway with his badly bruised and now bloodied hand, the one he'd originally thought he'd broken a few days ago. "They started it."

He shifted his weight, leaning against the cool brick and looking anywhere other than his ally. He wasn't really comfortable with the Question, never really getting to know the man. Ted trusted him and that was enough, but Booster would have been more content to work with people he knew. He wouldn't put Ted in danger, and he couldn't get anyone else to believe him

[faceless_freak]

"Busy. Always busy in Hub."

The Question approached, faceless face tilted and peering at him eerily. "They always start it; not blaming you. Trouble finds you in Hub, whether you want it or not." Him? And what was the Question's position on finding trouble? Guesses. Assumptions. All of them saying 'he looks for it'.

Neither of them knew each other, making them both rather skeptical about one another. He knew Ted, from when they had worked on and off with each other in the past. Which was reasonably remarkable; the Question had only main contact with him and Oliver Queen and occasionally Batman. Otherwise, he kept himself completely separate from the superhero world.

Maybe with good reason. He and Superman didn't get along.

"Still hurt. Hold still, let me see; pretending it's nothing will make it worse and make you vulnerable for another attack." He didn't even wait for Booster Gold's permission and set to work to first observe his injuries closely, grabbing his wrist and eyeing the possibly broken hand.

[shinyfutureboy]

"Hey!" Booster protested, ineffectually trying to tug his hand loose. He really wasn't trying too hard, the Question had a very good point. To his own eyes, it was hard to tell if he'd broken it or just bruised the everloving hell out of his hand. The swelling had started to go down anyway... at least it'd begun to before his scrap with the two muggers back in the alleyway.

He'd given up after a moment, the dark-haired man wasn't likely to leave him alone. His mouth set into a frown, a pout really, as he sighed, "Look, if it's broken then I can't do anything for it anyway."