Comment here for an OOC textdump for what my pup thinks of yours.

Terry waits outside his favorite Nexus cafe, hands in pockets and whistling, nonchalant as can be. He wonders if he shouldn't have gone back to Gotham, but a nice neutral spot is probably better for a first date.

He keeps any brooding off his face, for once, all smiles and patience.

Look. The other day, and in general -- I haven't behaved the greatest. And I'm sorry. They're the only words he ends sending. He writes a lot more, but they all sound insincere, patronizing, or just generally ill-behaved. This wasn't eloquent. Or detailed. Probably wasn't even helpful. But it was honest.

Five hours after the event will come the call from Mrs. McGinnis, barely able to hold a conversation, staying on long enough only to convey in broken English that her oldest son is now dead.

Thirteen hours in will come the call from Dana, voice shaky but lacking much emotion of any kind. "Can I head over there, Max?"

The Gotham Gazette in Terry's homeworld brings grim news on the front page. Most of the paper is given over to a story of a monster attack and subsequent explosion. The main headline, though it stresses that nothing is definitely established yet, reads Rampage and Explosion Kill Citizens, Possibly Batman, Robin ( Read more... )

Somewhere quiet. It serves coffee. Knowing anything more about where they're going is unnecessary and probably unwise.

"I'm not cut out for sidekicks."

Comment and I'll tell you what Terry thinks of your pup. Taken from [info]webstunner and not_a_shadow.

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