Geronimo!

"Hello? Harley? John?" Bruce asked cautiously as he stepped into the Pact's hiding place and general resting spot. Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Ever since the raid they'd conducted on Sanctus, the Pact had been disbanded. It was no more any longer.

Tapping his earpiece, Bruce walked further into the overturned mess. "Alfred, I'm at the subway. No sign of Harley or the virus. No sign of anyone, actually."

Taking a deep breath, Bruce scanned the area. Relief briefly flowed through him when he spotted the container Mr. Freeze had been talking on. Relief that was immediately dissipated when he saw it was empty.

"It's gone. The vials are gone. Damn it. Harley must have already been here and taken Riddler's blood to mix it with the virus."

   “Daleks?” He asked. He had no idea what the other was going on about. He probably should be acting a lot more cautious than he is right now.

   This man, The Doctor was right. It did sound mad. But somehow, Bruce didn’t feel like he was lying. He knew liars. Liars had a certain stench. This man? Didn’t.

   He cringed just a little at the sudden touch. Bruce didn’t like being touched. Ironic for the playboy, but that was just a front. He preferred a bit of warning before then, especially by strangers.

"Hello? Harley? John?" Bruce asked cautiously as he stepped into the Pact's hiding place and general resting spot. Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Ever since the raid they'd conducted on Sanctus, the Pact had been disbanded. It was no more any longer.

Tapping his earpiece, Bruce walked further into the overturned mess. "Alfred, I'm at the subway. No sign of Harley or the virus. No sign of anyone, actually."

Taking a deep breath, Bruce scanned the area. Relief briefly flowed through him when he spotted the container Mr. Freeze had been talking on. Relief that was immediately dissipated when he saw it was empty.

"It's gone. The vials are gone. Damn it. Harley must have already been here and taken Riddler's blood to mix it with the virus."

   “-What?” Bruce blinked. He’s confused. Very confused. What was this man talking about? Space? Time travel? What the fuck?!

   “Forgive my language, but what the hell are you talking about?” He asked. Something was very, very strange about this man, just in case that hadn’t been established already.

    “Sir, what’s going on?” Alfred asked. Bruce turned away to touch his earpiece and mutter, trying to make it so the other man couldn’t hear.

   “It’s a man, Alfred. Apparently someone who travels time and space? Who was drawn here due to the virus.”

   “Sir, can you really trust him? He sounds- well- not quite right in the head, to put it bluntly.”

   “I’ll be careful, Alfred.” Bruce said before turning back to the other. “Okay. I’ll answer your questions, but you have to answer mine as well. For your initial questions, there’s a virus developed by Sanctus, the group I mentioned before. It tears apart people from the inside. Though I’m not sure how it could have spread already. Harley only has one vial of the virus, and I doubt she’d waste it infecting other people. She wants it to cure her hereditary illness.”

“Of course I’ll answer any questions you have. Seems we’re in this together now, whether we like it or not.” The Doctor listened and nodded to the other’s explanation. “That sounds about right to what I’ve seen. This Harley sounds like a bright one, I’d like to perhaps meet her someday.” He shook his head and smiled. “To cure a hereditary illness...the road to hell’s always paved with good intentions, eh? And, well, if it spread through time and space that means that someone in the future was either infected with it or had obtained it somehow-another who has the ability to time travel. Potentially someone with a motif to cause harm through the universe...like the Daleks.” He stood in silence for a moment, crossing his arms and groaning. 

"Hello? Harley? John?" Bruce asked cautiously as he stepped into the Pact's hiding place and general resting spot. Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Ever since the raid they'd conducted on Sanctus, the Pact had been disbanded. It was no more any longer.

Tapping his earpiece, Bruce walked further into the overturned mess. "Alfred, I'm at the subway. No sign of Harley or the virus. No sign of anyone, actually."

Taking a deep breath, Bruce scanned the area. Relief briefly flowed through him when he spotted the container Mr. Freeze had been talking on. Relief that was immediately dissipated when he saw it was empty.

"It's gone. The vials are gone. Damn it. Harley must have already been here and taken Riddler's blood to mix it with the virus."

   Bruce’s gaze followed the other man’s movements. Watched as he put the strange object in his pocket. Frowned as the other man spoke in such an…..eccentric manner. Interesting.

   “Uh- No. I’m not staying here.” He bit his lip a bit. “How did you get here? Why are you here?” He asked instead of answering the other’s questions.

   After listening to the other, Bruce felt- off. Like- incredibly off. How did this man know about the virus, and yet didn’t? 

   “How do you know that something’s going on? As far as I’m aware, the Agency has been keeping everything under wraps. That was part of the main reason I had to maintain my cover with The Pact. I betrayed Selina so Sanctus wouldn’t know that we knew they were still active.”

The Doctor liked where this was going, a slight smirk appearing on his face. “Agency keeping things under wraps? Cover? Betrayal? Oh dear me, you are someone who can help me!” He walked toward the other with a soft chuckle, rubbing his hands together. “Well then, I’ve come here because in my travels it seems there’ve been quite a few deaths-strange deaths, to be exact. It seems at this point, multiple individuals throughout time and space have suffered from this. Nothing to cause alarm in one particular point, but on the scale I’m speaking of it’s been hard to ignore. And, well, I can never resist walking right up to an anomaly and poking it with a stick.” 

He sighed softly, still smiling. “I was able to get a sample and track it back here, to this point and time on Earth. In any case, you seem to be a little more versed in what’s going on.” 

"Hello? Harley? John?" Bruce asked cautiously as he stepped into the Pact's hiding place and general resting spot. Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Ever since the raid they'd conducted on Sanctus, the Pact had been disbanded. It was no more any longer.

Tapping his earpiece, Bruce walked further into the overturned mess. "Alfred, I'm at the subway. No sign of Harley or the virus. No sign of anyone, actually."

Taking a deep breath, Bruce scanned the area. Relief briefly flowed through him when he spotted the container Mr. Freeze had been talking on. Relief that was immediately dissipated when he saw it was empty.

"It's gone. The vials are gone. Damn it. Harley must have already been here and taken Riddler's blood to mix it with the virus."

   Still in the midst of trying to figure out where Harley could be, Bruce’s head snapped up when he heard the sound of a bottle breaking and someone falling.

   “Alfred. There’s someone else here with me.” He muttered into his earpiece, lowly. He didn’t want to be caught off guard, found because he was too loud.

   “Be careful, sir. I recommend you use caution, especially now with the virus on the loose.”

   “I’ll be careful, Alfred.” He remarked before approaching the noise. Imagine his surprise when he found, not Harley, but a man he’d never seen before, with a sort of- object in his hands. It was long and looked elaborate. Like nothing he’d ever seen.

   “Can I help you?” He asked, stance on the defensive just in case. The object in the man’s hand didn’t look like any gun he’d seen before, but then, who knew with this man?

“Ah, hello!” The Doctor replied when he saw the other man in front of him. As he got up, he put the sonic screwdriver back in his inner coat pocket. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on anything...are you staying here? Or have you any idea what’s going on here?”  He wasted no time jumping into questions, eager for some answers. 

"Hello? Harley? John?" Bruce asked cautiously as he stepped into the Pact's hiding place and general resting spot. Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Ever since the raid they'd conducted on Sanctus, the Pact had been disbanded. It was no more any longer.

Tapping his earpiece, Bruce walked further into the overturned mess. "Alfred, I'm at the subway. No sign of Harley or the virus. No sign of anyone, actually."

Taking a deep breath, Bruce scanned the area. Relief briefly flowed through him when he spotted the container Mr. Freeze had been talking on. Relief that was immediately dissipated when he saw it was empty.

"It's gone. The vials are gone. Damn it. Harley must have already been here and taken Riddler's blood to mix it with the virus."

From @tarastevens2

[Video: far off shot of a crane lifting a blue Porta-Potty through the air.

i’m posting about this here because, for ~some reason~, the hearing is to start at 1pm. on a regular thursday. when people are at work.

so, for those of you who will be awake at 1pm JST on thursday the 26th of november, i ask you to please contribute to the youtube live viewer count. i’ll put the link in a reblog.

“I’m not just a teenager and I’m not angsty with raging hormones” he says angrily his hands clenching his plate angerly. “I fought in the war, I lost everything, I have every right to be angry at you” he says taking a breath as he tried to calm himself down though all he really wanted to do was punch the man

“Believe me! If I could’ve done it any other way, I would’ve!” He watched as Jax curled up in the corner, silence from the Doctor. “I’m sorry. From the deepest part of my soul, I’m sorry. I mean that. If you want me to leave you alone, I will. I understand your frustration with me.”