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Post by Nikki on Dec 24, 2010 4:34:13 GMT
I tell the tower on the mainland that there's been an emergency situation, trying to duplicate Ramirez's low, smooth voice. I don't specify. We stand in the ran for fifteen minutes that feels like an hour.
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Post by boo radley on Dec 24, 2010 4:38:51 GMT
When we're back on the mainland, we get away before anyone on solid ground realizes that everyone in the boat is unconscious.
"Ya know, Harley..." I say, cracking my back "...I feel like robbing a convenience store." Sad, really. This is the big cap on a night full of the craziest events. I can see the headlines now - JOKER BREAKS FREE NIGHT OF CAPTURE. Heh. I stretch and lean back on a bench.
Surprising, really, how many people are inside this time of day.
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Post by Nikki on Dec 24, 2010 4:41:59 GMT
"That's cute," I say. "First we escape a maximum security prison and then we rob a 7-11?"
But things feel normal again. Like they'd been when Batman was just a shadow on the news, and I can't complain.
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Post by boo radley on Dec 24, 2010 4:51:20 GMT
... "Yeah. Exactly. One where old people like to shop. Old... decrepit people. People losing hair. Or growing too much of it." I let out a giggle. Anything to mask those random but repressed memories that like popping up out of the blue.
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Post by Nikki on Dec 24, 2010 4:53:17 GMT
I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Whatever you say, sweetie." He's gone round the bend...twice. And come back out the other side.
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Post by boo radley on Dec 28, 2010 1:39:31 GMT
I shrug. "It's relief." No, it's just a way for me to spend the time. I'd rather not be crashing and burning. If I had to pick between the two, I'd be burning. But until the glorious day arrives where I die laughing in flames, I'd like to say I spent my time wisely.
Which, of course, would be reason enough for me to be robbing a convenience store. I look up lazily at Harley. "Well? Whaddaya say, Doc?"
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Post by Nikki on Dec 28, 2010 1:46:18 GMT
A grin lights up my face. "You know I can't refuse you, Mr. J."
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Post by boo radley on Dec 28, 2010 1:47:26 GMT
I grin. Not that I need to, considering the scars. But I do, anyway.
"Well, then, let's rob a convenience store. Your pick, puddin'."
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Post by Nikki on Dec 28, 2010 1:51:33 GMT
I close my eyes and point in a general direction. "Whatever shitty little convenience store is nearest in that direction."
He likes things random, so I figure that's a good choice.
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Post by boo radley on Dec 28, 2010 1:56:27 GMT
I smirk. She's catching onto the whole "no plan is a plan" thing. "Sure, sure." And so we head in that direction, just the two of us. Surprising, how few people are out at this time of night. It's the time of the party, in my humble opinion.
Or not so humble.
"That one," I point. There's an old woman behind the window with very long hair, arguing with the probably twenty years old sales clerk. The simplest of people are the funniest when they're scared.
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