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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 0:29:14 GMT
 Nibble, nibble, on my house
Damian ignored the complaints of his balloon companion as he ran. She had no room to complain. She wouldn't have to stand in it. Still, as undesirable as that was, it was preferable to getting shot or captured by the enemy. There was no doubt in Damian's mind that if they were caught they would be separated. That was not allowed to happen.
The monster they were chasing smashed a hole in the ground that had wonder lighting up Damian's eyes behind the mask. All his face betrayed was a smirk, though, as he continued to run towards the opening that Mr. Crocodile had made for them. There was no way of knowing how far down the hole went. Damian couldn't survive the same sort of fall as Killer Croc. But, with his own personal balloon, he didn't have to worry too much about it.
"Be ready," was all the warning Mar'i got as his hand slipped from her fingers to lock around her wrist. Then he jumped.
Gravity was a terrifying and exhilarating thing. Damian surrendered to it, dropping like a stone into the darkness, and trusting that Mar'i would catch the pair of them with her flight before they actually became children pancakes. Not that she pancaked as easily as he did.
Tag: @nightstar & @croc
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 3:10:28 GMT
She was floating alongside her partner in kiddy crime when Mr.Crocodile went smashing into the partially filled hole. She winced at the sound, but moreso because they really were going to the smelly gross place. She was going to take the longest bath ever after tonight and Damian could whine all he wanted about it, she didn't care, he was a boy he could pee outside anyway! For now he was asking her if she was ready. "Ready?" she echoed cluelessly for a moment before the long drop came into view. For a terrifying moment he let go of her hand and Mar'i thought he was going to jump in himself. Just as the breath was getting sucked into her lungs to shout 'No!' he grabbed her wrist and took her down with him. Mar'i the balloon upgraded to Mar'i the parachute. Mar'i didn't have all that much experience with falling. It was exciting, but kind of scary. Natural instincts to fly kicked in and gravity became the illusion that it was as she slowed. She regrettably had to set him down on filth, while she remained hovering above it. "Where now?" she asked the adult. The police would piece two and two together with the ruckus and the mess. @croc
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 20:29:22 GMT
Waylon heard the shout of 'No!' and expected the worst. His muscles tensed, expecting to have to catch a falling child before they splattered on the floor like a pancake, the sudden realisation in his mind that to have survived the fall, Molly's powers must have activated.
What he saw instead was a slowly floating girl with a boy dangling from her in a manner he could only react to by snorting laughter under his breath. He backed away out of the light to give them the space to set down into the muck, once again finding himself a simple pair of red glowing eyes appraising children from the dark. Under different circumstances, that fact would have been disturbing.
He held up a clawed finger to ask Mar'I to wait when she asked her question and cocked his head so that his sunken right ear was facing the hole they'd come from. He could hear footsteps and talking in the distance. Sure enough, they were being chased.
"Not far" he said, a sweeping tip of a tail in the light showing that he'd turned around. "Keep a hand on the wall to the left. It's just round the corner."
He wouldn't make the mistake he did last time of presuming they'd be able to see in the dark, ironically unaware that this time they'd both be able to. He took heavy pounding steps that echoed in the tunnel of the sewer but there was no haste in them now they were down here. Hole or not, common cops wouldn't be able to drop straight down as fast as they had without injury.
"Here." he said, stopping at a nondescript section of wall around the corner from where they'd landed.
For a moment he must have seemed insane, suggesting that being out of site of the hole was all they needed for protection, but after raising his hands and sliding his claws into a set of holes in the wall his real meaning was revealed.
For anyone else who didn't know this was here these holes would have been overlooked, especially as they were encrusted with grime and most people would be navigating down here with a torch of some kind. But Waylon had put these here, along with a hairline crack around this section of wall, for a particular reason.
With a tug and a heave, the behemoth pulled out a slab of brick and concrete from the wall and pushed it out of the way, revealing a dirt tunnel behind it that trailed down into the dark. Its crumbling edges showed that it had been crafted without a tool satisfactory for the job and it didn't take a detective to realise that this tunnel had been created with beast-like claws.
"Follow this down." he said to the children that had followed him. "They ain't gunna find anyone down here I don't want them to find."
He stopped and waited for them to take his secret exit, one hand resting on the section of stone he'd pulled out of the way.
"I'll pull this in behind us." he explained, tapped his hand against the brick.
"Then maybe we can talk." he suggested tentatively. "Unless you got somethin' better to do?"
Tag: @robin
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 21:34:54 GMT
Nibble, nibble, on my house
The grin on Damian's face from the exhilaration of falling died the moment he was jerked upwards by the force of a gravity-defying alien. His face set into a scowl and he dangled from the grip on her wrist as he floated downwards like a ferocious miniature Mary Poppins who'd traded her umbrella in for a child. With his free hand Damian reached up to adjust the optics of his mask to night-vision and glowered directly at the crocodile man who seemed to be laughing at them.
He hit the ground with a quiet sucking of the muck biting at his shoes and released his grip on Mar'i's wrist as though she'd suddenly burned him. "TT," he made a clicking noise as the man told them to be quiet with a gesture. His masked gaze tipped up to scan the entrance of the hole they'd just fallen through. A green gloved hand reached up to adjust the optics, but the angle wasn't good enough to see more than a flash of movement above. Even with the magnification set to max.
Damian listened to the instructions and nodded that he understood. Even as his upper lip curled in dislike at the idea of touching the disgusting walls. Pennyworth wasn't here to launder his uniform, after all.
Following the giant crocodile man through the darkness was easy when wearing nightvision optics. He already knew that Mar'i's freak eyes were far better than normal human ones. If she couldn't see, or was frightened, she tended to cling to him anyway. He stopped abruptly when Killer Croc stopped in front of a section of wall and declared they had reached their destination.
The child's expression twisted, showing obvious disdain for a monster so stupid it couldn't tell a wall from the way out, only for his jaw to drop in surprise when it was pulled up to reveal a hidden tunnel. At the orders Damian clicked his jaw shut and went fearlessly inside the tunnel. He didn't wait for Killer Croc to put down the slab, or take the lead again. The tiny Wayne had no issues with taking command. Even if he had no idea where they were going.
"Where does this lead?" Damian asked, once the stonework was in place behind them and they were all headed toward some unknown destination. "We do have a mission," he reminded the behemoth. "Idle conversation won't get us any closer to finding Batman."
Tag: @nightstar & @croc
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 2:23:51 GMT
Gross gross gross gross gross...
That was Mar'i's mantra as she held onto the back of Robin's cape, letting him guide her by playing follow the leader. Only one of them needed to be touching the wall and it wasn't going to be her, even if she was the one sort of immune to germs. She knew she couldn't complain; Mr.Crocodile was leading them somewhere safe and away from the police, but stiiiiill.
When they stopped in front of the wall, her expression matched Damian's as Waylon pulled it aside to reveal a hole. Then, her breathing went still and her hands went clammy. It was a dark, dirt hole deep underground with scratchmarks all around. They were going to be closed in, like the entrance to a tomb. Mar'i touched down beside Damian. When the stonework was sliding into place, her breath hitched. She turned into him and clung to him with her eyes squeezed shut. She was scared.
When everything went dark, a soft glow emanated from the shaking little girl. She reluctantly broke away from Damian and did her best to be brave, but she still grabbed his hand--the one that hadn't touched the wall. "We need more information anyway," Mar'i reminded her companion quietly. "And I want to know more about..." her eyes lifted to the tall green man. "What should we call you?" Killer Croc was the name she knew, but she didn't remember what he was called before that.
@croc
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 9:58:13 GMT
It was clear by the way they moved with confidence that they could both see down here. It lent some credence to the kid possibly being related to Batman, that mask around his eyes must have been more useful than just for hiding his identity. The girl though, perhaps it was just a part of the powers she had, whatever that light was she could create.
It didn't matter, it just meant that he could worry less about them tripping and hurting themselves.
Pulling the section of wall back into place behind them, he turned to follow them down the tunnel, but his eyes were drawn to the shaking little girl. The way she clung to her... what was their relationship? Thinking back the girl did suggest that Batman was her grandfather, so what, the boy was her uncle? That seemed more likely than being her dad. Though 'from a different time' was certainly mentioned as an explanation for where he had come from; so it clearly wasn't impossible...
Shaking his head and banking that question for later, he fought the urge to try and reassure the girl the way he had with Molly and pushed on down the tunnel. He had the feeling that right now any kind of movement toward them would be met with the same defensive hostility as before.
"Waylon." he said to Mar'I, his shoulders shrugging in the dark. It was his name after all, and he definitely didn't want her to keep referring to him as Killer Croc.
"It goes to a few places" he said, turning his attention to the boy and his question, choosing to ignore what Mar'I had said that clearly was not meant for him.
"We'll stop at my... house? I guess." he wasn't sure what to call it really, the place he'd made for himself to sleep without worrying about men coming to kill him when he was unconscious. "Though it ain't pretty. And I don't exactly got chairs."
It took a few minutes of deep dark tunnel to get to their destination, the claw-carved walls suffering from irregularities in width that made it seem like the tunnel was breathing in and out; getting closer and further away. The ground they walked on was irregular as well, but had been compacted by heavy footsteps that made it so as long as you stuck to the path he had travelled, the chance of slipping or tripping was low.
The tunnel continued down into the earth for most of the journey, then suddenly curbed upwards into a short hill before their destination, leading up into a somewhat open underground 'room'. Along the sides of this sudden upturn in the tunnel was a series of wooden planks and concrete supports that looked as though they'd been taken directly from a building site. The way they were placed was roughshod and sloppy, but they served their purpose of keeping the roof from caving in on them.
In the room proper, wooden planks had been placed on the floor to give some semblance of proper footholds and more of these concrete supports and metal scaffolding clearly stolen from above had been put up to keep the room from collapsing. Other than the direction they came from, there were two more tunnels that lead down and away from this room, one of which seemed to be flooded with water that came halfway up the incline, clearly trapped at that level by the U-shaped tunnel the same as the one they had come from. Whether or not Waylon had meant for that tunnel to be flooded was anyone's guess.
"I'd say make yourself at home, but" he gestured to the squalid surroundings. The closest thing to 'furniture' he had was a few piles of cloth tarps that had been thrown together to make makeshift beds and some large crates that looked as though at some point they were filled with dirt. "Y'know."
He wandered over to the biggest pile of tarps and collapsed onto it, wrapping his tail around to the left of his body as he took a seated position facing the kids. Blood red eyes watching them situate themselves wherever they ended up.
While not exactly hospitable; the smell of the sewer was most gone from down here, a lingering memory of the tunnel they had travelled down, and from the other unflooded tunnel there was a distant howling and light breeze suggesting it connected to open air somewhere. There was no sign of what he ate down here and he had literally nothing to offer the two of them. This was a place to hide, to sleep, and nothing else.
"Ask your questions" he growled involuntarily, coughing for a moment before continuing. "Then we'll see to gettin' you somewhere you can continue on your 'mission'. Whatever that is."
Tag: @robin
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2018 21:06:21 GMT
Nibble, nibble, on my house
Mar'i didn't have to worry about grabbing a sewer contaminated hand. Damian had been too much of a little prince to touch the sides as well. His eyes widened in surprise when she touched down besides him and clung to him. It lasted all of a few seconds before his face morphed into an annoyed scowl sharply illuminated by her glowing. He couldn't walk if she was doing this. They were wasting valuable time. The brightly colored little boy shot the monster of a man an exasperated sort of look, one that wordlessly complained girls, as he was stuck there.
When she finally let him go Damian's shoulders slumped in relief, but then she grabbed his hand and he glowered at her again. Sometimes he forgot how obnoxiously touchy-feely she could be. Still, he suffered in annoyed silence as he followed Waylon down the tunnel and towards whatever it was that constituted as a house for a gigantic crocodile man who apparently could carve out tunnels with his bare hands. So cool.
His expression turned to one of contempt when they arrived at their destination. Waylon seemed to be under no illusions that his cave was little more than a hovel. Damian opted to stand, attempted to pull his hand out of Mar'i's grip, and turned to watch the crocodile man carefully as he sat down across from them.
It was really, really annoying that Waylon was still considerably taller than they were sitting down. Damian harrumphed with a click, "TT." He rolled his eyes at the mention of the mission. "Our mission is finding Batman," the boy reiterated with a duh sort of tone as though he'd already explained it a million times.
"You obviously haven't seen him, or attracted his attention by gallivanting about in that ridiculous girly get-up," Damian continued ruthlessly. Dick would have probably found it delightful. It was hard to say what his father would think about it. Regardless, neither was here yet. "I fail to see how you have any information that would benefit us."
Tag: @nightstar & @croc
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 14:30:13 GMT
Damian would just have to deal with her obnoxiousness because the anxious girl still didn't go very far. It was better here where the air smelled fresher at least. If he wasn't going to hold her hand, well, Mar'i was going to feel comforted in other ways. She grabbed his cape while he was distracted talking to Waylon and lifted it up around her shoulders. It was almost like they were sharing a blanket. She held it in place over her shoulder.
"He's even more obvious than I am," she pointed out to Damian, disagreeing with his assessment. "If Mr.Waylon knows anything about this universe and its metas I want to know. Aaaaaand let's not pretend we're any better at finding him." Mar'i had been tagging along Damian's insistent search but was it fruitful? No. "If Batman doesn't want to be found, he's not going to be found easy."
Her stomach was still doing flip-flops in a bad way everytime she thought of Bruce, but she didn't want to be gloomy. She had to think how amazing it was in the multiverse that people could be alive, and different, elsewhere.
She directed her attention to Waylon again. "Did you end up in New York when you got here? We were in Gotham when crashed here in our timeship. I'm not sure if this is the only wormhole or whatever, but if it's not who knows if Batman is even in New York. Have you found any others like us who came from another universe?" It seemed there was a few of them, like Canary, but she wasn't sure if that was a few or a lot.
"And--and," the eager, chatty girl continued, her mind racing with possibilities. "Have you found where the metas--er, neos from here hide? I've heard they have some... underground resistance."
@croc
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ooc: I don't know how but I totally want Waylon to inquire if Damian is her dad or something just because the kids' reactions would be hilarious XD
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 5:45:00 GMT
The little boy's obvious dissatisfaction didn't bother him. He knew he lived in a sub-standard place and if what he was saying about his relation to Bruce was true, then this kid was used to living in a mansion. What did make him furrow his brow was the boy's response to being asked about his mission. It made no sense whatsoever.
He let the kid have his moment of being snotty. Interrupting him seemed like a quick way to not get any answers.
"First of all, the glitter was Molly's idea" he said defensively, both of the costume itself and his decision to wear it. It represented an important promise he intended to keep.
"And you need to learn some manners, kid." his disapproving glare continued. His animalistic features giving him the look of a predator waiting to strike.
"You said Batman was dead." he added. But it was upon saying this that he realised why that didn't matter. Different universes, different timelines. It all didn't make much sense to him, but that meant that there might be a batman out there somewhere. If he hadn't already been killed by the locals.
He was about to speak when the young girl chimed in. She seemed to be sheltering her shoulders with the boy's cape. Maybe she was cold down here? Unaware of fear being the root of her actions, he reached over to a nearby pile and retrieved what appeared to be a quilt from beside a pile of tarps and held it out to her. The strange rhinestone and glitter outline of a cape wearing Croc on the top of it suggested it was a gift from the same person that made the childish cape and cowl.
"Timeship?" he asked with suspicion. For a second he believed it to be just fantasy, like one of Molly's stories, but he had to suspend his disbelief for a fair few things since coming here. What was one more unbelievable concept.
"Who let you--" he stopped. He was full of questions as to why two kids had a timeship, Or who in their right mind would bring them here in a timeship. And where that person was now. But pinching the bridge of his nose he knew that all that could wait. He was better off getting their trust by explaining his situation first.
"I was in the cave before here. Me and the old man saw this weird black hole thing and while we were waitin' on Bruce I heard it callin' to me." he scratched his head, unsure if the kids would believe the dubious facts of how he arrived.
"Touchin' it was a bad idea." he admitted, a deep sigh following his regret.
"Appeared in a restaurant. Had a run in with a blue haired girl that could control sound and a bunch of cops that attacked me." he shrugged. He hoped that by acting nonchalant that they wouldn't pry further into the events of that night. The ending was... gruesome.
"I met a few people that claim to not be from here. But not the same one as us either." he paused. "Though I suppose we ain't from the same one neither. My Bats didn't mention havin' a kid."
He frowned. He'd had this thought before but hadn't had the chance to ask. No time like the present he supposed.
"Are you two even from the same place? You keep callin' him dad." he pointed to the boy, then moved his hand to point at the girl next to him. "And you called him granddad. But you're the same age. Wouldn't that make him your dad?"
He asked the girl, brow furrowed as the gears ground in his mind. "Or at least your uncle?"
He shook his head. It was a stupid question to ask. All this multiverse and time bending stuff was making his head hurt. He waved his hand as if the reply didn't matter and returned to the normal conversation track.
"Nevermind. I ain't found a 'resistance'" he said apologetically, addressing Mar'i as she was the more reasonable of the two. "If they really exist, then it ain't underground."
He paused.
"At least not in the literal sense."
Tag: @robin @nightstar
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