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She had spent far longer than she thought in the library. It was so easy to lose track of time while going over several files and studies for her thesis paper. Opting to rent the books from the library and bring them back home, she carried her two book bags through the parking lot of the school, seeing someone nearby.
“Oh! Do you need help getting to your car?” she asked.
Confounded Cooperation
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The undercover operation was going well. Terry was starting to learn more about the operations going on with Nygma. Yet despite all this, he didn’t know the essentials. He knew Nygma was up to something and had plenty of time inbetween grading papers to enact plans. With several of the old Mr. E gang still in prison However Greg was still out. And if Nygma was still serious about the gang doing their plans, there could be more.
Yet it was still tough. Terry had been helping Greg slowly get some confidence with his crush. The waitress was pretty nice and Terry made it a point to swing by there with Greg when they had the chance. With Bruce taking Nygma’s activities seriously, Terry was starting to get some semblance of a social life back. He was still expected to be in costume however.
Terry had been on patrol when he heard a possible sighting. Someone had sworn they had seen one of the robber from the muesum heist going into what the city was starting to refer to as “Jokerz Town”. While there were several clubs old and new and some good homes, it was known as a growing place for the top gang in Gotham. Terry had to investigate flying around the last known location.
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She wasn’t sure if it was skill or luck that had her sliding her way through a maintenance shaft- she hated work like this, work that made her name sake edge more towards rat than plague. She frowned, absolutely disgusted at the condition of some of shaft she’d been shimmying through-- but at the same time? Impressed. It had taken her quite a bit of time to pinpoint a weakness in the target’s security defenses, and now she was being rewarded. She could see him clearly- see him at some sort of main console.
She started to work at unsealing the vent- trying to be as quiet as she could manage. Using a multi-tool and steady fingers to work- while also keeping her eyes on him.
“That’s right, old man, none the wiser...” Yeah, old man. He was probably Digger’s age, really-- kind of cruel to think that way.
oldmanriddler replied to your post “
[text] why are you in Kansas?
[text]: My best friend's family lives out here.
[text] in the two weeks of nonstop computer activity, I have Offically killed the cooling system in the tower. Congratulations; you now have me until I get a new fan ordered in. ((GUESS WHOS BACK))
[text]: I'm in Kansas for a few days.
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My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.
"Come here to gloat?" Vex crossed his legs on the bed, pulling at the white hospital pajamas he’d been wearing for the past week. In the end, he had turned himself in. He couldn’t trust himself not to do something stupid, completely blindsided by the wave of complete and total despair once he realized that relationships were not going to be happening any time soon if not ever. He’d made some extremely bad decisions directly after, and wandered his way two cities over to sit outside the mental hospital with a crossword pad. He reckoned that he’d break out as soon as his mental faculties had repaired themselves enough for him to plot without having a mental meltdown every hour.
But Old Man having the audacity to show up poured salt on the still-scabbing wounds. There’s thick glass separating them for a reason; Vex pounded on the glass for a solid ten minutes, cussing him out in every way possible, before retreating to the back and sulking. He didn’t look him in the eyes, but aimed his glare at Old Man’s ankles like he could burn his feet if he stared long and hard enough. When visiting hours were over, he pulled the blanket over himself and laid in the bed for hours, trying to sleep.
+12 have entered the Wayne Manor
"I'm sorry but could you repeat what you said?"
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"I like his green outfit. Why haven't I had a green outfit like that before?"
