[for manorly_wayne]

The guards at Blackgate are starting to know him by sight. There are no pleasantries exchanged (unless the occasional sneered “Mr. Shore” can be considered a pleasantry) or special privileges accorded (although this is Gotham—there are some who’d say emerging unscathed from one of its prisons is a special privilege), but he’s now a known quantity, a familiar face. Vesper died not a week ago and already his visits have become routine.

It’s one of the few things the legal system can almost always be relied upon to do—bury the macabre, the grotesque, the horrific in routine.

He hasn’t been back to Boston since Bruce’s arrest—hasn’t had the time, since his client’s reticence (to put it mildly; to put it kindly) has obliged him to mount not only a defense but an investigation. He doesn't know what to make of it, the refusal to so much as put forth an alibi. Could it be shock? Grief? Guilt, to the extent that Bruce would rather die than protest his innocence?

He doesn't much appreciate being obliged to play amateur psychologist, either.

“Bruce,” he says, once he and his client are face to face, “so good of you to see me.”


As part of an ongoing effort to get Alan to hate me (and because I'm going to be spending a sizable chunk of tomorrow at various airports), I present to you this meme:

Give me any two characters from any game past or present, as long as one of the characters is mine, and I will tell you - no matter how ridiculous the pairing - the following about their first child:

A. Name
B. Favorite school subject or activity
C. PB (or description if I prove unable to find a good face)
D. Circumstances of conception
E. Three random facts

Completely insane suggestions are encouraged!
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non sum qualis eram

On the Town [for someyoungpup, because their friendship transcends time and space]

Alan owns one tie. His mother chose it—it’s the blue of a baby’s bedroom wall, a color that supposedly matches his eyes. He keeps it—sometimes folded, sometimes wound into a spiral—in his sock drawer, and it’s seen use as blindfold, snare trap, and almost kite tail.

He can tie it by himself. He does so now, solemn and careful, thinking of his father’s hands, replicating motions they’ve gone through hundreds of times. The knot he fashions doesn’t look right, looks cockeyed, but he tips his head back and pulls it tight.

Downstairs he scrambles into his winter clothes: coat, hat, boots, a mitten. He stuffs the mitten’s partner in his pocket, where it remains until he’s unlocked the door and stepped out into the frosty morning.

“I’m leaving!” he yells at the house. The cold air does something to his voice—it sounds sharper, carries farther, like a crisply folded paper airplane. “Goodbye and good riddance!”

His parents think he’s spending the night at Paul’s. Technically that’s not a lie. If everything goes according to plan (and why wouldn’t it?), he’ll be snug in a sleeping bag on Paul’s bedroom floor, diligently feigning sleep, by eight-thirty.

He tramps across town to the Dedham train station, taking to the road on the quieter streets and braving icy sidewalks when traffic demands it. He’d expected the platform to be deserted, but it isn’t—a couple of teenagers slouch on one of the benches, exchanging teenage secrets punctuated by the occasional cackle of laughter. They don’t wear hats and they look bored.

Alan sits down and attempts to adopt his own nonchalant pose—first resting his hands behind his head, then experimenting with various shoulder-slumping techniques. He tries to imagine himself as the kind of person for whom a trip to Boston is no great cause for excitement, the kind of person who eats his meals in restaurants at the tops of skyscrapers, who’s seen it all and found most of it unimpressive.

But when the bell starts to clang and the lights begin to flash, he’s on his feet before he knows it.
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I've got something to say!


1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the Youtube videos.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.
4. Try not to flake out completely!

Preferred pairing or characters to include?:
Would you like me to include your muse?:

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the betrothed

Because the alternative is offering to post pictures of my bathtub.

Go here, reload until you have five quotes that sum up your philosophy or outlook, then post them.

-Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)

The people who are regarded as moral luminaries are those who forgo ordinary pleasures themselves and find compensation in interfering with the pleasures of others.
-Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
-Tom Stoppard (1937 - ), Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Treat the other man's faith gently; it is all he has to believe with. His mind was created for his own thoughts, not yours or mine.
-Henry S. Haskins

Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking.
-John Maynard Keynes (1883 - 1946)
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