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Post by Trickster on Jun 8, 2012 3:56:45 GMT -5
As much as he'd hated it then, he loved heights now. No...That wasn't really right, was it? It was never the height, it was the fall. He hadn't thought about it in so long...A passerby or two who happened to look up might've seen the bright yellow tights of a Mr. James Jesse walking around the Wayne Tower. Literally.
He found he thought better when he paced. At close to 100 stories in the air...
It was the falling, though, wasn't it? Wasn't that why he had created these shoes? He looked down at his feet, and, subsequently, at the tiny lights of the city below. It was rare that he fell anymore. Even when his shoes were pulled out from under him, he'd managed to have one gadget or another to slow or halt his fall. It made him wonder just how vulnerable he might be without them. He hadn't been in a safety-free situation in so long, it was hard to think how he might react.
Well, other than shouting and hoping a blue streak or a black shadow might catch him before he went splat all over the sidewalk.
He moved to sit at the top of the tower. Despite the shouts and gunshots scattered at the eastern part of the city, Gotham was surprisingly beautiful at night. Like fireflies in a cemetery.
James let out a sigh and leaned back onto the tower. He might just sleep here tonight. The air was fantastic, and it wasn't too cold. Hand dipped into pockets, pulling his jacket more closely around him. A little chilly, he supposed, but not too bad.
What a night...
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Post by The Flash on Jun 8, 2012 18:58:50 GMT -5
The Flash was making his patrols, eying just about everyone he passed by. No one was friendly here. Back home, people would love to stop and talk to him. He had kids that were so excited that the Flash was passing by. Hell, they would nearly pee their pants when he stopped to chat with the little tykes. It was one of the best feelings when he was being a hero. Granted, there was nothing better than being a husband and father, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate that gratitude of the people in the Twin Cities.
Still, this was a shock to the system.
He stopped on a corner, saying a quiet and warm greeting to a woman that looked to be in need of assistance. She had several bags and looked to be having a hard time juggling them. The look he received certainly had him walking the other way however. That was the nastiest look he had ever gotten both in and out of costume. Clearly niceness was frowned upon here.
He looked up, trying to think of what he could possibly do to make this easier on him. The first thing that he noticed as green eyes gazed at the night sky was that there were no stars. It was just inky blackness that consumed the city. The lights around him were drowning out the stars. Second thing that he noticed was that he was at Wayne Tower, the lights on the building almost blinding. Well, no wonder you couldn't see stars.
There was a third thing that was out of place. There were bright yellow pants barely visible against the dull grey of the tower. Wally had done his homework. He knew that no villain in Gotham wore bright yellow pants. One man at home did. So, he wasn't the only man to migrate this way. With a sigh, The Flash took off, running up the side of the building until he reached the blond. Are we messing with Wayne now? Not the brightest idea, The red head commented, coming to a stop not far from Trickster. He really didn't feel like messing with Bruce. Not only was he the top dog as Bruce Wayne in Gotham, but he was Batman. James wouldn't know that, but Wally knowing was enough. He didn't need the rain cloud coming down on him. |
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Post by Trickster on Jun 8, 2012 19:13:15 GMT -5
A grin shot onto the blonde's face as a familiar red and yellow streak streamed into his vision. "Flashers! What brings your bright red suit to such a dreary city?!" His arms and legs stretched out in greeting before he popped to his feet. "You know, I don't think they have Christmas here. You're completely out of place." He nodded defiantly and crossed his arms over his chest, smirk never leaving his lips.
"You don't have to worry about me, though, Flashers. I'm on indefinite vacation so to speak." He walked out into the air around the tower. "I've got to keep my karma up, after all. You, however..." He crossed his arms back over his chest and leaned against the side of the building. "What happened? Twin Cities get tired of being saved all the time? Needed a place with more drama? I'm pretty sure Bats has a feathered companion right now, so you're application may be denied."
He grinned brightly at the other man. He wasn't sure why Piper hung out with this guy. He was way too high strung. "You up for a beer, Flashypants?" He flipped upside down. "I'm over-age, I promise."
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Post by The Flash on Jun 13, 2012 17:09:54 GMT -5
Wally put a hand on his hip as Trickster greeted him. He looked out of place? While this place had colorful characters, few of them were quite as bright as his own clown. Bats is too grinch for this place to have Christmas, He snorted, knowing the grumpy vigilante far too well for his own tastes. Crack a little joke in the guy's presence and you're not suited to be a hero. Freaking stick in the mud. I don't think he's looking for another clown either. That gig's been taken. As had the clown's cohort by Harley Quinn.
Though, someone sane might not be such a bad idea.
It would change up Batman's routine. Maybe give him a little bit of a break from his usual. While Wally doubted the indefinite vacation, a reprieve from worrying about Trickster's hijinks was welcome. He rolled his eyes at the blond, making a rude, derisive sound. Like I would actually try to pair up with the gloom machine. I'm not suicidal. Trying to get along with the man would end in him getting his ass kicked. If Batman could catch him, of course.
I'm checking out the new attraction. Guess we're just taking a big group trip here, huh? He said, wondering if the rest of his Rogues were headed this way. Maybe they were all ready here like James was, but he wouldn't assume. He stepped toward the edge of the building, looking down at the people moving to and fro below them. A beer doesn't sound bad, He admitted. Hey, if he could have a freaking pizza party with the whole gang, then he could have a beer with one of the team.
Hey, you hear any news on the City? Wally asked, green eyes drifting to Trickster. Maybe he was still in good with the underground. It could lead him places that he wouldn't necessarily get to if he went through just the up and up routes. Didn't hurt to try even if James didn't give him anything on Arkham City. |
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