Gotham's New Knight

My muse's phone has been off for three days. What sort of text messages or voice messages does your muse leave for them?

Or send a 📞 for the reverse!

“Fine, then we can take my bike, but I’m driving.” Terry shot the other a look that said clearly he didn’t trust the older male with his beloved motorcycle.

“Aw maaaan… I never get to drive anymorrrre…” unless he was with Jason, but that’s probably because they drove pretty similar, “But okay, you can drive.” Lance sighed dramatically, raising his arms in a light shrug.

“I don’t trust you with my bike.” Terry stated bluntly at the whining, though to be fair he didn’t trust anyone with his bike. “And you’re definitely wearing a helmet.”

“That’s still stealing.” Terry stared at the older eyes narrowing. “And don’t pout at me for pointing it out.”

“It’s not stealing when we share everythiiiing!” he wasn’t whining, you’re whining… okay, he was whining, “Mostly everything. We don’t share toothbrushes, that would be weird.”

Terry was still looking at the older suspicion in his eyes. “Don’t you have a vehicle of your own?” The teen crossed his arms in annoyance.

Terry sighed at that looking at the other and cocked an eyebrow, “Right, and how do you purpose getting there?”

“Well… we have feet… or there’s borrowing a vehicle. Liiiike… Timmy’s bike.” innocent smile? Yeah right. Maybe a fake innocent smile.

“So you’d steal Tim’s bike?” Terry sighed. “I’m not playing party to that.”

“Borrow – it’s no big deal; he used to borrow my things all the time.” he paused, “Plus, I’m a really good driver.” usually,

“I don’t trust you.” Terry declared studying the other now. “Borrowing without asking is still stealing.”

“A real life ghost then..” She hummed, going silent for a few moments before finally speaking again, “Fine. I’ll keep an eye and an ear out. Anything crosses my path. I’ll let you know. One thing, how am I going to contact you?”

Terry smirked pulling a cheep but durable looking phone form his utility belt and tossing it at her. “I don’t do signals, but the number saved in there will get you through to me. Don’t bother trying to trace the number. It’s under a fake name.”

Katya took the phone, looking it over quickly before slipping it into the pouch that was on her belt. “A fake name huh? A simple thing that goes a long way. I’m sure there’d be a way to find you anyways, just take some time.” She smirked. “I’ll keep in touch though, if I hear anything about this guy.”

Terry shook his head at that before looking at her out of the corner of his eye, “It won’t be that easy. I have other safeguards to keep people from figuring me out.”

Terry sighed at that looking at the other and cocked an eyebrow, “Right, and how do you purpose getting there?”

“Well… we have feet… or there’s borrowing a vehicle. Liiiike… Timmy’s bike.” innocent smile? Yeah right. Maybe a fake innocent smile.

“So you’d steal Tim’s bike?” Terry sighed. “I’m not playing party to that.”

Terry sighed in annoyance. “Why exactly is this so important to you?” The teen cocked an eyebrow at the pouting.

“Because… they’re… good? Would you rather get pizza?” Lance rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Or maybe pasta –”

Terry sighed again at that. Well if he had to, “Pasta may be okay.”

“Hey, Ter, do they have chili dogs still, in your timeline?”

Terry looked at Lance as if the other had grown a different head. “It’s not that different. Or at least the food isn’t.”

“Hey, Ter, do they have chili dogs still, in your timeline?”

Terry looked at Lance as if the other had grown a different head. “It’s not that different. Or at least the food isn’t.”