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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:01:39 GMT -8
Mr. Freeze Posted: Jun 16, 2006 9:27 PM
Freeze began the work on his helmet. "All of my required equipment is onhand" he called to Cold. As he asked about the gauze, Freeze didn't really know. "Search the premises, you may find one."
Freeze estimated how much time it would take him, judging by the damage. "The helmet will no be repaired until morning." He called. "What of your hand?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:02:32 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jun 16, 2006 9:30 PM
*Chris heard Dick and Barbara starting to talk as he smiled softly, letting out a soft yawn. It was getting pretty late, and if his "parents" weren't busy, he would tell them both goodnight, but for now, he closes his Batman TPB and places it on the nightstand, turning out the lights and getting under the covers. After quite some time in this new and strange universe, Chris Van Damme, Hyperkid, finally get's some well deserved rest, a soft smile across his face.*
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:02:48 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jun 16, 2006 9:36 PM
Dick listened. He knew she was right. "I.....I know....I just couldn't think of what to do. Barbara.....I'm sorry." He stepped closer to her, dropping to his knees before her, putting himself on her eye level. "I love you, Barbara....I really do.....and I was just scared of losing you....I love you..."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:03:30 GMT -8
Captain Cold Posted: Jun 16, 2006 9:37 PM
-Cold started his search in the room that he was currently in, opening and closing cabinets at random, wishing the stinging pain would stop-
"Well, morning isn't too far away now. At least by then we'll be able to worry about.. You gunna be alright? ....Oh. Here we go."
-Finding the guauze he started to wrap his hand, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure where it needed to be-
"The cut's deep. I don't think it's broken. I can still move my fingers... slightly."
-He shook his head and headed back to where Freeze was-
"I'll live."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:03:47 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jun 16, 2006 9:42 PM
Barbara gazed into his eyes, her hand coming up to caress his cheek momentarily. "You shouldn't be.... You've really got to get over your fear, Dick. You should know better."
She gently wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek. "You should know I'd never do THAT to you. I'd never leave you like that. To anyone..."
She gave him a weak smile. "Even if you don't want to play chess with me, I still wouldn't ditch you..."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:04:08 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jun 16, 2006 9:50 PM
Dick smiled. Somehow, she could always snatch up his pain and destroy it. She never failed at that, not once. He layed his forehead against hers softly, staring into her beautiful eyes. "I'll play chess with you....as long as I get a kiss."
He remembered the question which had crossed his mind earlier in the night. Was he actually going to ask her to marry him? He didn't know if she'd say yes....he knew she still loved him, but the concept of marriage was something he wasn't sure if she'd wanted or not.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:04:29 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jun 16, 2006 10:03 PM
As she held onto him, she rested her head on his shoulder. She was glad he was there. Glad she had someone to understand her, someone to hold onto... who would be willing to hold back.
"That's a high price for a chess game..." she chuckled. "Only kidding." She gently kissed his cheek, her fingers coming up to peel the mask away from his eyes.
"Let's go inside, hmm?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:04:48 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jun 16, 2006 10:22 PM
Dick smiled picking his mask up. He then followed her inside, closing the door behind him. He looked at the roses which had been placed on the counter, picking them up, with a smile on his face. He walked into their room, sitting on the bed, looking at the roses, some of which had been crushed under his boots. "Uhm....I'm sorry about destroying your roses...."
He looked up, past her shoulder at the mannequin standing in the closed. He remembered the small box concealed in it's chest, of which held the ring he'd bought for her. He decided...if he were to ask her....now was as good a time as never. "Barbara.....I.....I had a question for you...."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:05:29 GMT -8
Spider-Man Posted: Jun 17, 2006 3:44 PM
:::THWIP::: :::Spiderman swings through the window landing on the far wall of the clocktower:::
Hey gang! I was in the neighborhood so I thought I would drop by. And by in the neihborhood I mean no where near! Can I borrow a cup of sugar? OOOooo, and one of those hypersonic guns...
:::blink blink:::
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:05:50 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jun 17, 2006 3:58 PM
Barbara smiled back to night, gazing into his eyes for a moment. The back of her hand gently caressed his cheek. Her mind was a whirl, still kind of wondering what was on his mind. "What is it, Dick.....?"
Suddenly hearing the second voice, she turned. That-- familiar voice??
"Who....."
She blinked. That was strange. She took a look at her watch. It was late. "Something's not right, " she whispered to Nightwing, making her way out to Spider-Man.
"A hypersonic whaa--? Is everything okay?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:06:13 GMT -8
Spider-Man Posted: Jun 17, 2006 4:02 PM
No, everything isn't ok. I've got me a symbiot problem... AGAIN!!! and the only thing that can keep em in line (and on the floor) is a hypersonic gun. Reed and the Fan 4 are out of town so I thought you might be my next best chance... So... got one? Or am I gonna have to beg...
:::Spiderman looks around at everyones positions in the room and is a bit put off:::
Did I interrupt something?
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:06:34 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jun 17, 2006 4:19 PM
*One of the good things about super speed, Chris doesn't need much sleep. What could seem like a healthy eight hours to a normal person would be about 20 minutes to Chris.*
*The door to his chambers opens as Chris steps out quietly, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs that he sleeps in everynight. He lets out a soft yawn and russles his already messed up hair as he looks over at Dick groggy.*
"Hey...sup?"
*Chris goes right into the kitchen section of the Clocktower and opens up the fridge, grabbing the milk and drinking the rest straight from the carton.*
*BURP!* "Scuse me."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:06:53 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jun 17, 2006 4:24 PM
Dick turned away from Barbara as Spiderman made his entry. 'I guess it'll have to wait...' he thought to himself. He walked over to where he was, noting Chris walking past. "Cup of sugar....? Uh, yeah....as far as a.....whatever else that thing was...you'll have to talk to her about that.." He grabbed his mask, placing it against his face, the adhesive holding it in position. "Need a hand?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:07:09 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jun 17, 2006 4:44 PM
*Chris looks over at Nightwing putting on his mask as he takes the last few sips of milk before tossing away the carton.*
"Ah...nice."
*In the blink of an eye, Hyperkid dashes away back into his armor before Nightwing can even notice he left. He brushes a few stray hairs out of his face and smiles up at him.*
"Is it go-time, boss?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 9:07:27 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jun 17, 2006 4:55 PM
Nightwing looked back to Barbara, a somewhat sad look on his face. He'd hoped tonight would be the night, but that was destroyed now. He had to forget about it for now. There would always be tomorrow night...he hoped.
Nightwing turned to Hype as he grabbed his escrimas and shrugged. "Depends on if Spider wants the back up."
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