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Thomas Kyle ([info]cantkeepmeout) wrote,
@ 2011-11-29 21:13:00


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Sometime in the future
It's been a long and hard night of detective work for Thomas. A rash of killings has hit Gotham and the victims seem unconnected no matter what angle they've looked at. Was it the beginnings of a gang war or a random killer on the loose? So far interrogating the scum all over the city has been useless. They know nothing. Not in the way where they know something and aren't telling, but they genuinely don't know anything about the mystery killer or killers he's hunting. He's not sure if the possibility that this is an isolated individual should relieve him or not, after all, so far they've got no real evidence that it's even one killer or that these killings are related. But there's no such thing as coincidence for a detective.

Thomas decides to rest at one of the nearby satellite caves Batman has set up around Gotham over the years, it's cold and rainy and he's sick of hitting dead ends. This is one of the smaller ones, stocked with basic gear, a civilian change of clothes, first aid and some food. It also happens to be the one he's told the Fox about. Not that he'd admit to doing that if any of the others asked. But if she wanted to find him or needed help, he wanted her to have a safe spot to go. Maybe that's why he seems to gravitate towards this one whenever he can, it's not like he ever expects her there though.

He shakes out the rain from his cape as he enters and is about to peel of the mask when he sees the bleeding figure on the floor.


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[info]outfoxing
2011-12-08 01:14 am UTC (link)
Nothing too telling is left here. There might be a few knives but they look too generic to be traceable.

And truthfully she expects him to do something. Because they're professionals of different kinds. She knows that if she were in his shoes she would do the same thing.

She looks up at him not surprised by his appearance. She can't help the smirk though that appears on her face.

"Don't loose you're head Robin."

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[info]cantkeepmeout
2011-12-08 01:24 am UTC (link)
One last parting shot and he leans down to whisper in her ear, "And rob you the chance of messing with it? Never."

She'll hear a swoosh of the cape and by the time she turns there will only be the edge of the cape disappearing out of one of the few windows in the place.

Like he'd use the door.

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