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There's a lot about this world that makes his teeth itch, a lot of it, but the voice inside his head, his constant companion, had been very very firm on the point. It'd made traveling very frustrating, but eventually he'd gotten to where he was going, and then it'd been a simple enough matter of making his way in during a particularly well-populated party.
Of course, he's not really sure of what's going on, so anything past the weather is a little beyond him, which is why he ends up sitting around with a small pack of dogs, chatting with them. Dog conversation was pretty simple, after all, but always satisfying.
Of course, he's not really sure of what's going on, so anything past the weather is a little beyond him, which is why he ends up sitting around with a small pack of dogs, chatting with them. Dog conversation was pretty simple, after all, but always satisfying.
Sandy's been getting used to the barge for almost a week now, though to be fair, he's not really getting used to the barge. As weird things go, a space-traveling barge (seen it) run by a semi-omnipotent ineffable being (that too) filled with a number of different people from different worlds (yup, you guessed it) some of which were dead (sort of? sometimes? The Dreaming was a weird kind of place) was actually pretty normal for his life, even if the combination was new. No, what he was getting used to was sleep.
Dreams.
He hasn't had those for years at this point.
It's wonderful.
He still stays up too much, drinks too much coffee. Habits will be habits after all. And he tries not to be chipper when he's in public because for goodness sake, he's on a prison barge with people who are there against their will.
...but sometimes it's really hard. Especially the morning after a dream where he got to fly.
It almost makes up for not being able to travel through the walls and floors around here, though at least he can still travel a little when he goes to the greenhouse or takes a spin in the Enclosure. Other than that, he's usually to be found in the gym practicing, keeping in shape like he's been doing for years, or in the cafeteria, working on the cookie recipe he'd been told by Ma Hunkle but never seemed to be able to replicate to be quite as good.
Dreams.
He hasn't had those for years at this point.
It's wonderful.
He still stays up too much, drinks too much coffee. Habits will be habits after all. And he tries not to be chipper when he's in public because for goodness sake, he's on a prison barge with people who are there against their will.
...but sometimes it's really hard. Especially the morning after a dream where he got to fly.
It almost makes up for not being able to travel through the walls and floors around here, though at least he can still travel a little when he goes to the greenhouse or takes a spin in the Enclosure. Other than that, he's usually to be found in the gym practicing, keeping in shape like he's been doing for years, or in the cafeteria, working on the cookie recipe he'd been told by Ma Hunkle but never seemed to be able to replicate to be quite as good.
There are some things that are fated to be and others that just sort of happen. It was hard to say which one this was, given how much coincidence was involved, but they'd both probably wonder for the rest of their days, considering.
But the facts are the matter are these: Clark had just moved to Metropolis. He'd found an apartment that was larger than a closet, not too far from his new job at the Planet, with a good falafel cart regularly open on the corner, good roof access, that didn't cost him his entire paycheck.
He was taking advantage of the roof access, coming in from a quick night's work as... whatever he was, hero-saving-guy, when he realized that he wasn't actually alone on the roof.
And she definitely looked like some sort of... well...
"Cat burglar?"
But the facts are the matter are these: Clark had just moved to Metropolis. He'd found an apartment that was larger than a closet, not too far from his new job at the Planet, with a good falafel cart regularly open on the corner, good roof access, that didn't cost him his entire paycheck.
He was taking advantage of the roof access, coming in from a quick night's work as... whatever he was, hero-saving-guy, when he realized that he wasn't actually alone on the roof.
And she definitely looked like some sort of... well...
"Cat burglar?"
Edited 2017-08-17 03:07 (UTC)
When he wakes up and there's the smell of cooking food, good food, delicious savory things that are clearly sizzling in the kitchen, there's a warm flood of happiness and affection that flows through him. It's not something that he's used to yet, something this simple and good, but it's not something he'd ever turn his nose up at. Especially when he knows how fabulous the master of ceremonies at this particular event happens to be.
"That smells amazing," and he'll have to figure out something nice he can do for her. NOT cooking for her was almost good enough but not quite.
"That smells amazing," and he'll have to figure out something nice he can do for her. NOT cooking for her was almost good enough but not quite.
"When're you comin' in, sweetheart?"
But it's not even out of his mouth for a full breath before he's jumping back from the bus that appears in the second basement parking lot of the rebuilt JSA brownstone. Not that it matters. He'll just slip his phone into his pocket and grin look a fool because his lady is here.
"That'll teach me to ask for schedulin' from a Time Lady..."
But it's not even out of his mouth for a full breath before he's jumping back from the bus that appears in the second basement parking lot of the rebuilt JSA brownstone. Not that it matters. He'll just slip his phone into his pocket and grin look a fool because his lady is here.
"That'll teach me to ask for schedulin' from a Time Lady..."
...he's starting to wonder why he'd agreed to this, but here he is, waiting in the coffee shop to meet one of Bruce Wayne's former proteges so he could shoot him a few times and see the exact same thing as he'd see if he shot a dune at the beach.
Except, you know, with a face.
Yeah, he was great at this whole socializing thing.
Except, you know, with a face.
Yeah, he was great at this whole socializing thing.
When he wakes up in the hospital, he doesn't realize it's the hospital at first because, well, there's purring on top of his chest. He blinks, shoving up one of the bandages a little to see the little black cat curled up on top of him, and he's surprised to find that he's not actually familiar with this cat, out of all the ones that he usually feeds back at 'home'. He's worried, that one of the nurses will see and yell at him, or that they'd hurt the little creature, either intentionally or just by trying to get him out of the building. That's why he sighs a little and ends up folding his hands around the kitten, holding him in a way that makes him look like nothing so much as the shadow of those large hands...
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Well, this wasn't supposed to happen. Not in the slightest. After all, Selina had taken the ferry across to Metropolis in order to remove some of the heat from her crimes from her back. Gotham was locking up all of it's treasures tighter than she'd ever seen because of her antics, and it just wasn't that fun anymore. When one added in the return of the Bat? Well, time to gather her equipment and take this show on the road.
Like in Gotham, Selina had picked an apartment that wouldn't give away what she did or how much money she was both giving away and socking away. She'd chosen this place for the roof access as well, and had memorized all of the rooftops that she could utilize in order to get from those big fancy penthouses to here. Really, Selina had planned for everything that she could have thought of. Unfortunately, she'd never thought that she'd be caught by someone in her own building.
Taking two steps close to him in her catsuit, with her bag on her back, Selina just smiled broadly. It was an amused and dangerous sort of smile. Spreading her hands wide, she just shrugged a little bit. "If I say that I'm guilty as charged are you going to call the cops on me?" The amusement in her smile carried into her voice, and it was almost almost a dare.
Like in Gotham, Selina had picked an apartment that wouldn't give away what she did or how much money she was both giving away and socking away. She'd chosen this place for the roof access as well, and had memorized all of the rooftops that she could utilize in order to get from those big fancy penthouses to here. Really, Selina had planned for everything that she could have thought of. Unfortunately, she'd never thought that she'd be caught by someone in her own building.
Taking two steps close to him in her catsuit, with her bag on her back, Selina just smiled broadly. It was an amused and dangerous sort of smile. Spreading her hands wide, she just shrugged a little bit. "If I say that I'm guilty as charged are you going to call the cops on me?" The amusement in her smile carried into her voice, and it was almost almost a dare.
"Well," he says, frowning just a little, "if I called the cops on you, you might just mention that I was flying a minute ago?"
And where he lived. Which would be really really really bad?
"So, uh... I don't suppose I can convince you to put whatever's in that bag back where it came from?"
He doesn't sound like he's making violent or uncomfortable threats, unless you're talking about discomfort in himself. He's definitely discomforted at the moment, as much from the awkwardness of the situation as anything else.
"If you do, we can just kind of... go our separate ways?"
And where he lived. Which would be really really really bad?
"So, uh... I don't suppose I can convince you to put whatever's in that bag back where it came from?"
He doesn't sound like he's making violent or uncomfortable threats, unless you're talking about discomfort in himself. He's definitely discomforted at the moment, as much from the awkwardness of the situation as anything else.
"If you do, we can just kind of... go our separate ways?"
As promised, Kal was at the door just before dinner time, and he could smell the lasagna through the door. It wasn't what he was looking forward to, but it would be a nice meal all the same. In his satchel, he'd brought a few things to help with the main purpose of his visit. A couple of knocks and he was smiling as the door opened.
Justine loved her time with Thomas. It wasn't simple, nothing in life was simple, but the time belonged to her and none of those complications. She stood in front of the stove top making a pretty standard breakfast. There's toast, eggs, bacon and fruit already on the table when Thomas pulls himself from the bed.
A warm smile played across her lips as she placed another plate down on the table. "I hope it tastes as good." Amusement danced in her dark eyes. "Good morning."
She loved telling him good morning.
A warm smile played across her lips as she placed another plate down on the table. "I hope it tastes as good." Amusement danced in her dark eyes. "Good morning."
She loved telling him good morning.
Jason doesn’t take that long to meet him there, a grin on his face as he opens the door. He’d gotten there early and waited for Sandy to take a seat first like he usually does with anyone he meets, but since he was there literally to talk about shooting him he didn’t think he had to be extra paranoid about his own safety, for once.
“Didn’t know if you were actually going to show up.” He teases as he takes the seat in front of him.
“Didn’t know if you were actually going to show up.” He teases as he takes the seat in front of him.
"Why would I tell you it was fine and set up a meet up and then not show up?" is his question, because that makes no sense to him. Not only would it be rude, it'd be illogical. Not really his style.
Selina just watched his awkwardness with what might be construed by some as a fond smile with more than just a hint of amusement. But her eyes were calculating as she stepped closer to him, that smile widening a bit as she did it.
One hand rested on her hip, when she spoke. "I wasn't going to mention that, actually. About the me telling them that you just happened to be the brand new flying hero in town. I'm sure that I'd get immunity for that." For at least the large amount of money in diamonds that she was carrying. The rest of the things that she had been in trouble for, well, that was a probably not thing.
Taking two steps forward, Selina watched him for a long moment. "Or, I suppose, Mr. Kent, you could just let me go home and we can both pretend we didn't see each other and have no idea about each other's nightly proclivities."
One hand rested on her hip, when she spoke. "I wasn't going to mention that, actually. About the me telling them that you just happened to be the brand new flying hero in town. I'm sure that I'd get immunity for that." For at least the large amount of money in diamonds that she was carrying. The rest of the things that she had been in trouble for, well, that was a probably not thing.
Taking two steps forward, Selina watched him for a long moment. "Or, I suppose, Mr. Kent, you could just let me go home and we can both pretend we didn't see each other and have no idea about each other's nightly proclivities."
"To get me off your back? To amuse yourself? Because you were pissed? Got second thoughts?"
He shrugs. "List is long, not many people would actually volunteer to get shot at and then actually show up. Got any idea on where we should do it?" Jason's tone makes it very clear he does have an idea already.
He shrugs. "List is long, not many people would actually volunteer to get shot at and then actually show up. Got any idea on where we should do it?" Jason's tone makes it very clear he does have an idea already.
"I was the one that contacted you, that's what movies are for, it takes a lot to piss me off, I have no reason to have second thoughts, and" he raises an eyebrow at Jason, "since it's obvious you know where we're going, why don't we head there now?"
That gets a blink. Because knowing where he lives and that he'd been coming in for the evening to a certain apartment was one thing, but-
It takes him a moment or two of outright gaping before he closes his mouth and the pieces come together.
"You're my neighbor, aren't you?"
It was the only explanation that made any sense. But once the mystery was solved, he got back to the important thing.
"But no, ma'am, I'm sorry," he shakes his head, "but I can't just let you steal things. Not when I'm looking right at it." He huffs out a sigh. "Like I said, best I can do is look the other way if you put it back but otherwise, I'll take my chances. I'd really rather I didn't have to."
It takes him a moment or two of outright gaping before he closes his mouth and the pieces come together.
"You're my neighbor, aren't you?"
It was the only explanation that made any sense. But once the mystery was solved, he got back to the important thing.
"But no, ma'am, I'm sorry," he shakes his head, "but I can't just let you steal things. Not when I'm looking right at it." He huffs out a sigh. "Like I said, best I can do is look the other way if you put it back but otherwise, I'll take my chances. I'd really rather I didn't have to."
He likes this guy’s attitude, very no-nonse but without rubbing Jason the wrong way like most people with that kind of attitude do. And he’s got a sense of humor, that much is clear.
“I have somewhere in mind, yeah. Old warehouse I saved for a special occasion, I’m ok with using it for this. But if you have somewhere else in mind I’m all ears. Just figured we’d want a private place- you may survive a bullet in you but it’s still probably gonna get unwanted attention if we do it in the wrong neighborhood.”
“I have somewhere in mind, yeah. Old warehouse I saved for a special occasion, I’m ok with using it for this. But if you have somewhere else in mind I’m all ears. Just figured we’d want a private place- you may survive a bullet in you but it’s still probably gonna get unwanted attention if we do it in the wrong neighborhood.”
One eye opens when Randel moves. It may or may not be judgemental, it's hard to tell when a cat stares, but there does appear to be some intelligence behind the visible yellow eye.
He lets out another low (high pitched for a kitten) rumble and shuts his eyes again, snuggling into those large hands. The nurses have been trying to get him to leave for a while now and has mostly given up when Sissel kept finding his way back into the room.
Which reminds him. Without even looking, he stretches out with his ghostly powers and clicks the hospital door open. He may or may not have tried to lock the nurses out of the room for a while. There's only so much shooing away a cat can take.
He lets out another low (high pitched for a kitten) rumble and shuts his eyes again, snuggling into those large hands. The nurses have been trying to get him to leave for a while now and has mostly given up when Sissel kept finding his way back into the room.
Which reminds him. Without even looking, he stretches out with his ghostly powers and clicks the hospital door open. He may or may not have tried to lock the nurses out of the room for a while. There's only so much shooing away a cat can take.
"Of course. I make certain I know everyone who moves into the building. You really can't be too careful in this day and age, now can you?" There's amusement in that, but her smile shifts into a rather large pout at the drop of the hat. All it really takes for it to happen is for him to call her that little word that all women seem to dread.
"Did you really just call me ma'am fly boy?" There was an amused but dangerous arrogance in her tone, and she inclined her head at him once more. "I think I find that rather offensive, Mr. Clark Kent. I think the only way I'm going to let that pass is if you let me pass with my night's work. You don't tell on me and I don't tell on you and then we both go on with our lives and nod if we see one another in the hallways."
Her gloved fingers tightened on her bag, and her voice got a bit harder, an edge sliding into it. "Besides, they have insurance and they won't miss it. Me and the people who depend on me will."
"Did you really just call me ma'am fly boy?" There was an amused but dangerous arrogance in her tone, and she inclined her head at him once more. "I think I find that rather offensive, Mr. Clark Kent. I think the only way I'm going to let that pass is if you let me pass with my night's work. You don't tell on me and I don't tell on you and then we both go on with our lives and nod if we see one another in the hallways."
Her gloved fingers tightened on her bag, and her voice got a bit harder, an edge sliding into it. "Besides, they have insurance and they won't miss it. Me and the people who depend on me will."
"I'm easy. Lead the way. I mean, I'm not really sure what you're gonna get out of this other than what you'd get shooting a sand dune at he beach," he says as he considers the cafe, frowns, and holds up a finger.
"But I'm good to go where you're going as soon as I get some coffee."
"But I'm good to go where you're going as soon as I get some coffee."
Jason grins.
“For all you know shooting at sand dunes is my favorite way to pass the time.” He just really wants to know how his powers work, he doesn’t often get a chance to test people’s powers like this. And definitely not with them being aware of it.
“But sure, pick your poison, it’s on me.”
“For all you know shooting at sand dunes is my favorite way to pass the time.” He just really wants to know how his powers work, he doesn’t often get a chance to test people’s powers like this. And definitely not with them being aware of it.
“But sure, pick your poison, it’s on me.”
"Sure," he says as he heads to the counter and asks for pretty much the strongest coffee they've got in the largest size they've got. No frills, just caffeine.
He'd been about to say something about the fact that he just needed a minute or two to figure out who she was, that soon enough they'd be on an even playing field, when she'd mentioned 'the people who depend on me'. And that stopped him short.
"What people?"
"What people?"
Jason shamelessly sips on his own frilly drink. He isn’t into expensive stuff, but he is into sugary stuff. He takes good care of his teeth, it’s totally fine. No using ‘as dark as my soul’ line for this one.
He also gets himself a sugary donut. Yay, fast metabolism.
“How many times have you done this? Letting someone shoot you.”
He also gets himself a sugary donut. Yay, fast metabolism.
“How many times have you done this? Letting someone shoot you.”
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