Bob shakes his head. He's a little woozy, still, and determinedly doesn't think about his leg.
The room they're in is small, too fucking small, and it's getting smaller. Apparently Joker's version of a funhouse includes mirrors that slide out of their frames to slice at you and rooms that shrink.
"If you sit down in front of me, I can use the reinforcements in my uniform to brace against the wall."
This is where Bob would start giggling hysterically if he wasn't in so much pain. This is Batman, okay? He's a legend in Gotham; Bob didn't think he actually existed. And, what? Bob's supposed to sit down and lean against him? Like, um, cuddling?
Batman sits down, bracing himself and looks at Bob. Bob thinks that's probably impatience behind the mask, there. Okay. He'd prefer a miraculous rescue, but he'll take this. So he manages to sit down without making his leg hurt much worse, and leans against Batman.
"I expect my associates to get us out soon," Batman says in a tone that's probably supposed to be calming.
"Yeah? Are they gonna get here before this room squishes us to death?" Ooops, he hadn't meant to say that. Must be the pain. Bob winces and shifts his leg over carefully. Just an inch, but it's enough for Batman to notice.
"You're injured?" he says sharply.
"Only a little," Bob says. "It was the mirrors, but it's just a scratch."
"I believe you're lying, Mr Bryar."
"Um. Bob would be better." If Bob didn't know better, he'd say that was an amused sound. But Batman doesn't laugh, right?
There's a pause. "You know, you did well tonight. You noticed what was happening and got the people you cared about out of there."
Thank god for that, though Lyn-Z's going to kick his ass for practically throwing her out of harm's way and catching the mirror with his leg. But he saw her run with Gerard, so they should both be outside.
Shit, but his leg is hurting. Bob makes an involuntary noise and leans back against Batman, trying to lift it a little or something, he's not sure what. Batman shifts to accommodate him and huh, that's actually comfortable.
"The way you move indicates that your injury's actually quite serious, Bryar. If we had more room, I'd take a look at it. As it is--"
"No, that's okay," Bob bites off.
And that's when the walls screech and for a second Bob is horribly afraid that they'll start moving in again, but they don't. Soon they slide apart enough to let in another costumed person (Robin, Bob's somewhat feverish brain supplies), who takes one look at them and smirks. "Cuddling, Batman?"
"Help the injured man, Robin," is the terse reply, and while Bob's not sure about supporting himself on someone who looks that slight, he's reassured by the way Robin pulls him to his feet like he weighs nothing at all. "You're going to be fine, Bob," is the last he hears of Batman, and he actually feels better when he hears it.
He's handed over to the EMTs and to Gerard and Lyn-Z, who take turns yelling at him and frantically touching him, like they're making sure he's real. He reaches out and pets at Gerard's hair, then touches Lyn's cheek and smiles at them both. "Don't worry," he says, "Batman says it'll be alright."
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...yes, this is Bob and Batman
Date: 2009-08-25 07:21 pm (UTC)Bob shakes his head. He's a little woozy, still, and determinedly doesn't think about his leg.
The room they're in is small, too fucking small, and it's getting smaller. Apparently Joker's version of a funhouse includes mirrors that slide out of their frames to slice at you and rooms that shrink.
"If you sit down in front of me, I can use the reinforcements in my uniform to brace against the wall."
This is where Bob would start giggling hysterically if he wasn't in so much pain. This is Batman, okay? He's a legend in Gotham; Bob didn't think he actually existed. And, what? Bob's supposed to sit down and lean against him? Like, um, cuddling?
Batman sits down, bracing himself and looks at Bob. Bob thinks that's probably impatience behind the mask, there. Okay. He'd prefer a miraculous rescue, but he'll take this. So he manages to sit down without making his leg hurt much worse, and leans against Batman.
"I expect my associates to get us out soon," Batman says in a tone that's probably supposed to be calming.
"Yeah? Are they gonna get here before this room squishes us to death?" Ooops, he hadn't meant to say that. Must be the pain. Bob winces and shifts his leg over carefully. Just an inch, but it's enough for Batman to notice.
"You're injured?" he says sharply.
"Only a little," Bob says. "It was the mirrors, but it's just a scratch."
"I believe you're lying, Mr Bryar."
"Um. Bob would be better." If Bob didn't know better, he'd say that was an amused sound. But Batman doesn't laugh, right?
There's a pause. "You know, you did well tonight. You noticed what was happening and got the people you cared about out of there."
Thank god for that, though Lyn-Z's going to kick his ass for practically throwing her out of harm's way and catching the mirror with his leg. But he saw her run with Gerard, so they should both be outside.
Shit, but his leg is hurting. Bob makes an involuntary noise and leans back against Batman, trying to lift it a little or something, he's not sure what. Batman shifts to accommodate him and huh, that's actually comfortable.
"The way you move indicates that your injury's actually quite serious, Bryar. If we had more room, I'd take a look at it. As it is--"
"No, that's okay," Bob bites off.
And that's when the walls screech and for a second Bob is horribly afraid that they'll start moving in again, but they don't. Soon they slide apart enough to let in another costumed person (Robin, Bob's somewhat feverish brain supplies), who takes one look at them and smirks. "Cuddling, Batman?"
"Help the injured man, Robin," is the terse reply, and while Bob's not sure about supporting himself on someone who looks that slight, he's reassured by the way Robin pulls him to his feet like he weighs nothing at all. "You're going to be fine, Bob," is the last he hears of Batman, and he actually feels better when he hears it.
He's handed over to the EMTs and to Gerard and Lyn-Z, who take turns yelling at him and frantically touching him, like they're making sure he's real. He reaches out and pets at Gerard's hair, then touches Lyn's cheek and smiles at them both. "Don't worry," he says, "Batman says it'll be alright."