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singillatim2024-10-03 12:10 pm
knightbynight) wrote in singillatim2024-10-03 12:10 pm
Look who just walked into the room/ The guilted and faded
Who: Bruce and Jason (closed) + Catch All
What: Wolf stalking and assorted things
When: October.
Where: Around the church
Content Warnings: Complicated family dynamics. Will edit if needed.
There's a wolf (probably wolf, could be another large wild animal) stalking and snooping around his cabin.
It isn't being all that subtle - the temperatures are low enough that tracks aren't so much a thing, but even without that... not all that subtle.
Also, he's fucking Batman.
That leaves him in a weird position. He's cautious enough and has reason to be - it's a fucking wolf, not a stray dog. But he's also perfectly well aware there's at least one... pet? wolf within Milton.
That has him going outside, but carefully, to stand just outside. He watches and listens, waits and sees, basically. Ignores what the cold is doing to pretty much every joint in his body.
But close to the door so he can get back inside if he has to. ...also with the sharpened metal bat he arrived with in his pocket. Just in case. (And also with the acute awareness doing this is probably stupid, but not quite able to stop himself).
What: Wolf stalking and assorted things
When: October.
Where: Around the church
Content Warnings: Complicated family dynamics. Will edit if needed.
There's a wolf (probably wolf, could be another large wild animal) stalking and snooping around his cabin.
It isn't being all that subtle - the temperatures are low enough that tracks aren't so much a thing, but even without that... not all that subtle.
Also, he's fucking Batman.
That leaves him in a weird position. He's cautious enough and has reason to be - it's a fucking wolf, not a stray dog. But he's also perfectly well aware there's at least one... pet? wolf within Milton.
That has him going outside, but carefully, to stand just outside. He watches and listens, waits and sees, basically. Ignores what the cold is doing to pretty much every joint in his body.
But close to the door so he can get back inside if he has to. ...also with the sharpened metal bat he arrived with in his pocket. Just in case. (And also with the acute awareness doing this is probably stupid, but not quite able to stop himself).
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To say the bar is on the floor is inaccurate, though the phrasing itself sticks around to offer comfort either through absurdity or familiarity.
The bar is encrusted into the floor. It's been dug in and stuck there and it's hardly even a raised bump among the floorboards.
Tim hums, "Yeah? What gave that away?"
World's Greatest Detective was a moniker only ever smothered in sarcasm.
But it's enough for Tim, and he nods to Captain Obvious. Sleeping off the wooziness of the moment had been the plan. Cool. They're not on the same page, or same book, or same library. Maybe they're in the same city. And that's cool.
"Roger, wilco," he says. And sits up straighter in preparation for, "Help me up. I'm sleeping in the benches."