Preparedness

[sirrobinv]

 Who: Damien Wayne and open!
What: Settling in.
Where: Lovecraft Diner
When: July 20th, mid afternoon
Status: Open
Rating: PG/PG-13 because Damien can be a right jerk sometimes

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Not far from the counter, Clarice had a booth to herself. She preferred the sandwiches at the bakery, but you can only eat at the place you work so many times. And this place made a very good tuna melt, which she was waiting for now, small purple hands curled around a glass of Coke. (Another thing the bakery didn't carry.)

Her name was called, and she slipped out and went up to the counter. Everyone in town knew Clarice on sight, of course, the business district people especially, and the server had a warm smile for her as she collected her sandwich. She returned it shyly.

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At first, all Damien caught in his peripheral vision was a lock of red-violet hair, and bright eyes widened.

'Scarlett, what the hell?! Does that mean Todd's here too?' He swiveled on the stool, expecting to see that strange, fractured skin, wrinkled warped like an old woman's but at the same time false, like bad theater make-up...the same as all of Professor Pyg's other Dollotrons.

Instead, what greeted him was a girl who still looked at lot like Todd's partner, but with lavender skin and blind eyes.

'Could have finally removed the mask...who knows what Pyg's chemicals actually do to the skin underneath? But how does that explain the blindness?'

Regardless, he needed to be sure it wasn't her. The last person he needed to deal with in this madhouse was Jason Todd.

"I knew Todd was determined to torment me, but I had no idea he'd follow me to another dimension." Damien said flippantly. "Let alone bring his girlfriend with him."

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Clarice stared. She couldn't help it: of all the mad things she'd experienced in Aternaville, the one that had never happened was mistaken identity. Well, obviously.

The boy beside her was younger, and no one she recognized. But he was behaving as though he knew her. Her fingers tightened on her plate. But he was younger...

"I, um, I'm sorry, I don't - I don't know who Todd is?"

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The voice was all wrong, for one thing, soft, humble and confused. But then, there was always the off-chance it was an act. Damien scowled.

"Jason Todd. Red Hair, likes guns, last time I saw him you two were flying off into the sunset in a stolen helicopter?" He pushed his tea out of the way in case the girl actually was who he thought and she decided to pull one of the knives she loved so much. "He seemed to determined to save you I figured you'd still be together. Or am I wrong?"

Damien had never wanted to be wrong more in his life than at that very moment.