24 - Video; You wanna get that?

[hungryanhorny]

ooc: Backdated to after this, day of Cain's arrival - about a week ago.

Bruce is taking a little nap in the CTS. Thinking he's gonna be working out his aggression for a few hours Might wanna keep out. 

[No explanation there, no formalities - and definitely not small talk. Faith is pissed, and it's written on every line of her features. She has just barely an idea what's going on herself. One hand on her hip, she's just daring someone to challenge her on this.]

Speaking of which - someone might wanna take care of that body on seventh floor. Cain? Figure he's gonna need some lugging to the infirmary.

Anyone who wants to get some kicks in better hop on now, 'cause once he's back - this? Isn't happening again. 


[She cuts the feed. A few hours later, she opens it again - filtered to the wardens, with private messages for Selina and Slade.]

Anyone wanna volunteer for guard duty? Don't think I want Bats on his own for a bit. 

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[surfaceshine]

[That stops him with a jarring jump of his pulse; he hadn't made the connection with the names, had been too distracted with his own shit to notice the arrival and make the connection. Hadn't had time to check in or be checked in with all his friends, between juggling Doyle and again, his own shit.

Christ. He's still angry when he starts walking again, but there's a different flavor to it now, the target shifted. Maybe he's not as sorry as he was, and maybe it's best that he has permission to g back and find Doyle again now.

He doesn't bother answering the last question; his reaction is answer enough.]

The only one you gotta worry about, as far as I know, is the one someone else shoulda been. Dick, Steph, Ti-...im... [Belatedly remembering this isn't the Tim that's always been here anymore, he considers and decides it doesn't make much difference in mid-syllable. Tim is Tim, and he's Dick's little brother, and that's all Dean needs to know.] They've all been trying to get this Bruce to knock this kinda shit off since he got here.

And Cass... [He'd flinch, but instead a muscle in his jaw jumps.] Well. I haven't really talked to Barbara. But Cass has a lotta friends, and there're a lotta people here wouldn't give a shit either way.

[Himself among them.]

[routemistress]

Aye, she does. I talked to 'im a long time yesterday; there's bad 'istory there - not that Bruce didn't just make that obvious, 'e's an arse but 'e don't pull a stunt like this for the 'eck of it.

There's not enough gin for this bollocks, is what, cowboy.

[surfaceshine]

[Dean snorts.]

Fuck yeah, there's bad history there. He tell you the whole truth or just his side of it? I...

[The hunter cuts himself off abruptly. It doesn't matter. None of it matters, he needs to focus on what he can do something about.]

Amen to that, sister.

[routemistress]

[Iris cocks her head, interested.]

Oh, 'e 'ardly said a word, love; like I told 'im, I'm no Cass but I can still read between lines a bit. You could see it in 'is face. I didn't ask.

[She obviously wants to know, but she's not asking you either, Dean, because in your place she wouldn't say anything either.]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean, perhaps superstitiously, isn't talking about Cass right now. To anyone. He wants her back so he keeps his mouth shut and tries not to think about what he's going to do the day he flips on the network and there's Merlin again with a different announcement.

Instead:]

I don't even wanna know. Just give a shout i-...

[Shit.]

Shit, there's the new Bat, too. Jason. I dunno much about him, but he's from this Bruce's world. Translation: probably Crazytown.

[routemistress]

[Shit, indeed. Iris huffs in irritation.]

Lovely. Bloody wonderful. I've not met that one, can you give 'is warden the 'eads up if 'e's got one?

I'm so buyin' you a drink once we've got this sorted, cowboy.

[surfaceshine]

He doesn't, but I'll make sure someone's got eyes on him.

Just keep an eye out, and holler if you need help. We'll figure drinks later.