▸ i ✘ action/phone ◂
| action ➞ outside 848 goldberg street |
( If you’re walking by Goldberg Street this morning, you may come across an unusual site. In the front yard of number 848 stands a rather large tree. This, of course, isn’t unusual in and of itself-what is unusual is the fact that there is currently a drone mother and daughter tied to that tree with a series of bed sheets. The knots are tight and strong, and standing over his prisoners is a pint-sized boy with a surly expression. )
I’ll ask you again, woman. Where are we and why have you brought me here? You have ten seconds to answer.
Damian, honey, I know you like playing, but you’re going to be late for school.
Silence! ( He brandishes a large kitchen knife in her face; the drone mother laughs a bit uncertainly. ) Where are we? How did I get here? Answer!
Honestly, sweetheart, it’s getting late. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but when your father gets home…
✖
| phone ➞ unfiltered |
( Around mid-afternoon, an open call is made. Though Damian is the one on the line, he has pitched his voice in way that makes him sound like a grown man-this is intentional, of course. )
I have been remotely informed of the situation in this pathetic town, but no one so far has been able to tell me anything useful. Though at this point, the only thing I really need is transport back to Gotham.
( If you’re walking by Goldberg Street this morning, you may come across an unusual site. In the front yard of number 848 stands a rather large tree. This, of course, isn’t unusual in and of itself-what is unusual is the fact that there is currently a drone mother and daughter tied to that tree with a series of bed sheets. The knots are tight and strong, and standing over his prisoners is a pint-sized boy with a surly expression. )
I’ll ask you again, woman. Where are we and why have you brought me here? You have ten seconds to answer.
Damian, honey, I know you like playing, but you’re going to be late for school.
Silence! ( He brandishes a large kitchen knife in her face; the drone mother laughs a bit uncertainly. ) Where are we? How did I get here? Answer!
Honestly, sweetheart, it’s getting late. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but when your father gets home…
✖
| phone ➞ unfiltered |
( Around mid-afternoon, an open call is made. Though Damian is the one on the line, he has pitched his voice in way that makes him sound like a grown man-this is intentional, of course. )
I have been remotely informed of the situation in this pathetic town, but no one so far has been able to tell me anything useful. Though at this point, the only thing I really need is transport back to Gotham.