Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
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This part of the story is about how Alfred, Bruce, Johnny and Dick came to live with each other:
The limousine drove through the city, then out the other side, up into the Gotham hills. The car drove past a massive, slightly ostentatious manor, turned a curve, and drove up the back road to the house. The limousine was carefully parked in the carport/garage behind the house, and both males exited. Alfred gestured at Johnny, to “follow me.”
Johnny followed Alfred, feet crunching through thick frost. It is December, but Johnny is only wearing a windbreaker. He is clean-ish; his eyes are clear, his skin has enough elasticity to not seem old, and his hair looks like a black, sooty haystack. His glasses are navy surplus, so he can't really see. His shoes are sandals, because he has size sixteen feet. He is thin, the kind of too thin that can only happen through the lack of food, for long, long weeks. He is gaunt, cadaver-like, walks with a certain stoop to his shoulders. Above all, he is open in his face, open in a way that Jonathan Crane never would have been.
Johnny Crane dares to hope.
The males walked up a slow incline, scraped their feet on the mat in front of the service entrance. Alfred reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his keys, picked out the key to the service door. The door is actually a double door, nestled underneath an exquisite Gothic arch. The key went into the lock, gently scraping, twisting, unlocking. Heat from inside the house wafted out around them.
LJ, why you gotta be so mean?
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