Monday, December 19th, The Midnight Channel
Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Monday, December 19th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( I We are living our lives, abound with so much information )
When: Midnight, Monday, December 19th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( I We are living our lives, abound with so much information )
Anybody who says they’re all the same is lying. [ Out of nowhere a pair of scissors show up in his hand, and off goes the head of one the dolls. When he speaks again the tone is high-pitched and mocking.]
That’s why you need the whole bunch, I guess. They’re all special. [ snip snip snip. Three more Robins meet similar ends, and the mutilated little bodies get tossed aside. There’s red smears of blood on his fingertips, and he’s starting to smile, like the whole thing is joke.]
S’funny. Gets me every time. [ A hard, unhesitating snap and the next doll gets sliced right in half. The blood drips down his arm and onto the floor. ]
But it says a lot about the first one. The original. When your boss needs that many fill-ins to make ends meet, you got it coming if you ask me.
[ He stops there, finally, bloody scissors held open and upright, head tilted at an off, almost curious angle. The blood marking the floor by his knees finally takes a shape of it’s own:
F A I L U R E ]
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It's out here somewhere. He knows it is. That soft, mocking laughter says so. ]
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No. No, the Shadow is wrong. It has never been about Dick's inadequacies or insecurities. Never.
Bruce has to find him. Somehow. ]
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Finally he runs out of patience and flings a batarang hard enough to miss by a mile, then lunges for a tackle aimed to take it right off the roof. It flits right by him, slips right past his fingertips before he can change trajectories, and he hits the stairs on the fire escape face first with a curse that would have grounded him for a week, if Alfred heard.
But Alfred's not here. He's not here, and he can do this all night. He can do this forever. ]
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[ Sector seven. It's not a place that he's particularly familiar with - he usually haunts the poorer, more crowded industrial and residential areas. But somehow he knows that he'll find Dick there, and he watches the boy from three hundred meters over, far away enough to be hidden by the shadows of the Darkness.
He can already see it, Dick's frustration. His anger, twisting against himself. Bruce narrows his eyes and kicks off the ground, swinging up into the air. He lands a little bit away from Dick, and turns to him. ]
Stay still and let it come to you.
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It's not telling the truth. [ He grits his teeth hard but stays where he is. The batarang in his hand itches. ]
It's just making this stuff up, like it's funny.
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I know. [ He glances at Dick for a moment. ]
You do know what this is, don't you? And what you need to do.
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the most unenthusiastic tone: ]
Go away, Batgirl.
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[ lies :c ]
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I'd just hate to let you think nobody had your back.
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