#flyingprodigy

Deeply, my Lionheart. Taking some time away from Gotham was a good idea and backpacking over some of my European circus routes has been fun, but I miss everyone. The City has really become home.

So here he is, ready to surprise his family while Joey sleeps off the worst of the jet lag at his own house...only there doesn't seem to be anyone home?

Well aware of what kind of emergencies can spring up, Brad hurries to the hidden entrance to the Batcave. Surely something big enough to require everyone would have made the news?

A scruffy-looking redhead appears at the top of the stairs to the cave, blinking in confusion at the chaos below him.

"Holy adoption problem, what on earth is going on in here?!"

((✉️ - two AM text it is!))

((Set sometime after Brad, Jean-Paul, and Azrael have their talk about cults and Owls and obedience.))

Brad: hey are you up? And in the Manor?

It's a perfectly average day in Gotham City; dreary, damp, and disgustingly humid in the late afternoon. People are hurrying home or seeking out food and entertainment. The streets are gridlocked, the buses are crowded, and subways are standing-room-only.

The sudden and random flash of light inside one of the subway cars in particular causes a number of shocked screams, but when no explosion or attack follows it, the wary Gothamites Crane their necks to look at the source.

Where once stood a passingly handsome young man who'd been minding his own business, now stands a child who appears to be around seven years old. The boy is swamped in the clothes he'd been wearing before and as he looks around at his surroundings, it's clear that he doesn't recall being an adult. The little redhead opens his mouth to talk and quickly reveals that he's not a native English speaker either.

The Gothamites around the new kid look reluctantly at one another as the subway pulls into the station. The doors open and many things happen at once. A majority of people move to leave the scene. A good handful move to try to soothe the increasingly frightened boy. The people waiting at the station try to board.

It's all very loud and frightening.

The kid makes a run for it, wearing the overlarge shirt as a dress and only one sock, he darts through legs, past hands, and disappears into the swarm of people in the station.

The Gothamites look at each other again. The kid has talent; he'll probably be okay. One of them picks up the dropped phone while others pick up the clothes and shoes left behind. A couple of people upload the videos they'd taken off the teary-eyed child running away with the hashtags #magicbs #onlyingotham #whoskidisdis and #futurerobin.

-Lilhy

Brad is a people person in the sense that he loves people. He loves the way every person thinks and lives and loves in a hundred thousand different ways. He adores celebrating the uniqueness of everyone he meets just as fervently as he celebrates what aspects remain similar across generations, creeds, and origins.

So Brad loves the gala. He loves the dancing and the outfits and even the subtle politics of the social hierarchy. He has to take frequent breaks to rest as his bones ache easily, but he spends that time chatting up a different group of party goers every time. The young redheaded man is in his element as he flits around the room.

He always makes sure he knows where the exits are. He looks at the older members of the elite and wonders if they are Owls. He has multiple panic buttons.

An excitable and energetic man, your world is full of friends you haven't met yet!

For the next 24 hours you are: a red golden retriever puppy!

Brad's never escaping it. His family is going to remember this for forever.

...if they can find him!

Brad. was he healthy, did it work?

She sat bolt upright in the medical bed, her heart pounding against her ribs as she frantically looked around, wincing slightly as her shoulder protested.

(( @eleanor-wayne

Brad is dozing in Joey's arms, his own wrapped tightly around the older man's trunk. The sound of sudden movement has his eyes flying open and adrenalin spiking through him. He can't... He can't really move, he's too wrapped up in bandages and wires and Joey, but he's staring out over his boyfriend's side, straining to hear more.