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entranceway2017-09-17 05:42 am
sonofab) wrote in entranceway2017-09-17 05:42 am
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Hey, guys! [ Wearing a pretty sweet red and blue hoodie (his uniform, as it were), Jon raises a hand to give a wave to the feed with a sheepish smile on his lips. The angle of the camera shifts after a moment, showing a decent amount of computer hardware running behind him, though the screens are a bit too far away to make out what's on them. Sitting at one of them is some other tiny nerd. ]
Robin and I uh. . found some stuff, yeah. Since most've this stuff seems to belong to someone else, we wanted to see if anyone wanted their stuff back. . ?
[ Jon gets pushed aside because he is obviously doing this wrong. ] You’re forgetting that first we will need proof of ownership, Superboy. These items could hold someone’s very life at stake and can’t be handed off to some stranger.
[ The camera pans over to where some notes and a pill bottle with it’s label ripped off rest. A hamster scurries across the table and nibbles at the tip of a page for a moment before Jon reaches a hand out and picks it up. ]
Paper isn’t good for you, Hammy-Bruce. Anyway--if either of these’re yours, and--[ Mumbles to himself for a moment, under his breath. Something something, Robin’s real rude. ]--you can prove it’s yours, I’ll come run it to you?
His name isn’t “Hammy-Bruce” it’s “Bat-Hamster!” [ Robin is heard complaining in the background before the feed cuts off. ]
Robin and I uh. . found some stuff, yeah. Since most've this stuff seems to belong to someone else, we wanted to see if anyone wanted their stuff back. . ?
[ Jon gets pushed aside because he is obviously doing this wrong. ] You’re forgetting that first we will need proof of ownership, Superboy. These items could hold someone’s very life at stake and can’t be handed off to some stranger.
[ The camera pans over to where some notes and a pill bottle with it’s label ripped off rest. A hamster scurries across the table and nibbles at the tip of a page for a moment before Jon reaches a hand out and picks it up. ]
Paper isn’t good for you, Hammy-Bruce. Anyway--if either of these’re yours, and--[ Mumbles to himself for a moment, under his breath. Something something, Robin’s real rude. ]--you can prove it’s yours, I’ll come run it to you?
His name isn’t “Hammy-Bruce” it’s “Bat-Hamster!” [ Robin is heard complaining in the background before the feed cuts off. ]
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Get off.
[He lands on his feet and straightens up before advancing on the stranger. He points a finger just inches from the man's nose.]
If your pills are so important then don't remove your name from the damn bottle. Why would you even do that?!
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Don't be mean.
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'Cause I didn't want people snooping, okay? [CAN YOU BLAME HIM.]
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[Jon might not be pulling him back but his hand on his shoulder is like a hook holding him in place, so he can't advance. Damian slaps the back of it, shooing him away. Quit manhandling him. Still, he thinks over what the man is saying and does speak more calmly.]
Is someone looking to take your medicine then? Are you in some kind of trouble?
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It's happened before, okay?
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Does your medicine often go missing then?
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[There isn't even doubt there, honestly. There's no other person it could be.]
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What about a safe? Or some means of security...?
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( he keeps that hand on damian's shoulder, tightens his grip a little and leans into whisper into his ear. but he's not whispering particularly quietly. )
Does it really matter? They're his. Leave him alone. If he was lying, I'd be able to tell, right? He doesn't sound like he's lying.
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[He yanks the pills he's had to make do with from the closets, shaking the orange bottle firmly like some morbid maraca.]
Different stuff, same purpose. Now can I have my original prescription back, please?
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I'm asking because I want to prevent this from happening again.
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( if he can get his original stuff from the closet, then there's no need to worry about this happening again, right? )
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I take it this is the case with your medicine. [He nudges the real pills towards him to show he believed him.]
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[God. Finally.]
[He snatches the bottle back and crams it into his pocket, but there's no mistaking the relief that eases the lines on his face despite the cast of annoyance.]
...thanks.
[It's directed more at Jonathan than it is Robin over here, unsurprisingly.]
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[Yeah, yeah, he's used to that.]
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( it's because damian's a buttface, isn't it. jon's trying to teach him better, he swears. he just hasn't been very successful with it yet. )
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[You know what? Given how many people he knows who excel at breaking codes, he doubts even that would really cut it.]
I don't think you understand how good some Mirrors are at cracking security.
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Even down to our DNA? So a lock accessed by your DNA or your fingerprints wouldn't be successful?
Even if we were to damage one of the pads of your finger?
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And they're usually watching us, so they'd probably know if someone tried to hide something by damaging a fingerprint or something.
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[And his Mirror is...plenty cunning. The Real Tim is too, sure, but at least he doesn't have the devilish intentions of his opposite.]
[He takes care to shove his hands in his pockets at that.]
Don't...damage my fingers.
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It was just a question...but I refuse to believe the mirrors are unbeatable.
[Bat security is top security dammit and he will find a way. He always did love a challenge.]
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( is he being sarcastic? he's definitely being sarcastic. )
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Know you better than anyone.
[And all your weaknesses to boot.]
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But you have beaten your own?
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[Hasn't gotten a chance to. And he's got little doubt that he'd lose even if he tried.]
Meeting your own Mirrors face to face is difficult enough, all right?
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