#divincdfuture

   a delighted smile lights up colin’s face as he looks at all of barbara’s little gadgets.  he’s trying to make sense of what it all does, but mostly it’s just fascinating.  his own technical expertise is a lot more...rudimentary.  how to make an engine fire, what makes the inside of a car tic.  this is just a million light years out of his league, but it’s fascinating all the same.  “ so what’s this one do ?? ” he asks curiously, pointing to something with a gently pulsing green light.  if it’s the wifi, he’s gonna be embarrassed.

   silence -- there’s a lot of heavy silences lately.  wally’s never done well with that; he gets antsy and agitated a minute in, but it’s almost hard to find words that are worth the air it takes.  he can bluster about this shit show until he’s blue in the face, but what does it change.  “ i’m -- guessing you and dick are of the same mind on this, right ?? ” wally asks.  he knows, of course, that dick and barbara almost always are, even if he doesn’t know babs so well.  if dick can already look days, weeks, months ahead and see disaster, then he’s sure everyone else in gotham is moving in that same direction.  “ nerve-wracking, isn’t it ?? ” understatement of his life. 

suit up, umbra!! we’ve got your room ready at the hall of justice; report within 24 hours. ( congrats, alex !! isaak stafford & elliot knight are now taken !! ) ** age adjusted to 25 per player’s request. 

       FOLLOW BARBARA ! FOLLOW @hcwkeyed !

THE BUG HUMS ALMOST SOUNDLESSLY as he flies it out from the hidden garage, heading back towards metropolis. michael had left only moments before, rani’s hand in his and sure, it hadn’t been the first time that ted had stepped out in the ol’ blue long johns since coming back ( those had been small time though- little busts here and there to keep his blood pumping ) but this was the first time that the sword of damocles hung right over his head as he pulled them on and the first time in a long time that he worried about not coming back-- ( and here he thought he was over that ). a gloved finger punches a button connected to the bugs comm system, needing to put his mind anywhere but how rani had looked after he hugged her ( how she had looked back just before disappearing with booster. ) “tell me something good, oracle,” because he’s sure it’s a secure channel but at the same time, that metaphorical sword swings lower and he won’t chance it ( not with barbara ), “and tell me where you need me. i managed to squeeze my ass back in the spandex and i’m not going to waste how good it looks by not kicking some assassin tail.”