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All New Robin - Heir to the Demon #6
Though this really isn’t the time to admit it, Gotham really does look good tonight. No doubt due to the fact that Mayor West knows the importance of the county fair running without a hitch. All it takes is a poorly executed county fair to get you removed from office. The delights of politics. To West’s credit, this is the best county fair I’ve seen to date….granted the last time I was here as an attendee was nearly four years ago so my memories of it are a bit of a blur.
As I race onto the main boulevard three people suddenly look towards me for some reason. Part of me panics for a moment. Did I forget to remove my mask or a gauntlet? Do I have blood all over my top? Really I should check to be certain it’s not any of those things, but there’s no time. Every second spent dawdling could be the difference between life and death for Steph. Damn it, where is he?
There are only three places he’d possibly go here. Maggie’s Gotham courage stand, doubtful given how he’s technically on duty. The hook a duck? It’d be funny if he was there but I think he has an unfair advantage there. Logically then, by the process of deduction, he’ll be at the Gotham Gelets stand. If he there’s one thing he loves. It’s his Gotham Gelets. With that, I change course and race over towards the entrance of the fair. Mercifully, it’s not far from here.
It takes two minutes to make my way back to the entrance, along the way someone from class tries to stop me but I simply ignore him. Couldn’t make out who it was but knowing my luck it was probably Clive. No doubt I’ll get some grief for this next time I see him. But that’s irrelevant right now. Mercifully, it doesn’t take long to spot him. Funnily enough, it’s with a Gelet in his hand. You may as well be eating a bag of sugar they’re that bad for you.
”Jim!”
”Slow down there Kiddo, what’s got you in a spin?”
”They’re here!”
”The next batch of Gelets?”
For a moment I’m taken aback by his perplexingly calm nature. But it’s then that I realise why he’s keeping a cool composure. In my desperation to help Steph, I’ve drawn a large crowd around both of us, no doubt from how loud I was. Damn it Jim, stop trying to play things down, we don’t have time for this.
”I need your help.”
”Who doesn’t? What’s up?”
”A friend of mine’s collapsed. We need to get her to the hospital.”
There’s a contingency code for if one of us is attacked in public and need Jim to help smuggle us away. I just hope he remembers it. Bruce is so obsessed with being prepared for any situation it wouldn’t surprise if Jim can’t remember all of the hidden contingency codes.
”Well Maureen, you’d best start making a fresh pot of coffee for when I get back. Looks like an officer’s job is never done.”
”Thank you commissioner.”
”No worries kiddo, I’m just happy that I get to be someone else’s knight in shining armour as opposed to Batman showing me up all the time.”
”They might call him the dark knight, but you’re the real hero commissioner. You’re Gotham’s white knight.”
Jim pauses for a moment when I say ‘white knight’. He remembers it. Thank goodness. Last thing I wanted was to have to remind him that white knight translates to ‘ally down, life or death situation’.
”Alright folks, go about your evening. No sense letting one person’s bad night spoil it for the rest of us. Hell, maybe some of tight asses can spend some damn money to help fund this city. Come on, move along.”
As the crowd dissipates and Jim takes the last swig of his coffee, he quickly races up to me.
”Where?”
”This way!”
”Slowly. The last thing we need is prying eyes.”
I begrudgingly nod. Every instinct in my body is telling me to race back to Steph’s side and comfort her. Heck, I’m not even entirely sure that assailant is actually unconscious, that’s how quickly I ran to get help. Bruce would be furious if he knew I did that.
Just hang on Steph, we’ll be there in just a few moments.
All New Robin - Heir to the Demon #6
Though this really isn’t the time to admit it, Gotham really does look good tonight. No doubt due to the fact that Mayor West knows the importance of the county fair running without a hitch. All it takes is a poorly executed county fair to get you removed from office. The delights of politics. To West’s credit, this is the best county fair I’ve seen to date….granted the last time I was here as an attendee was nearly four years ago so my memories of it are a bit of a blur.
As I race onto the main boulevard three people suddenly look towards me for some reason. Part of me panics for a moment. Did I forget to remove my mask or a gauntlet? Do I have blood all over my top? Really I should check to be certain it’s not any of those things, but there’s no time. Every second spent dawdling could be the difference between life and death for Steph. Damn it, where is he?
There are only three places he’d possibly go here. Maggie’s Gotham courage stand, doubtful given how he’s technically on duty. The hook a duck? It’d be funny if he was there but I think he has an unfair advantage there. Logically then, by the process of deduction, he’ll be at the Gotham Gelets stand. If he there’s one thing he loves. It’s his Gotham Gelets. With that, I change course and race over towards the entrance of the fair. Mercifully, it’s not far from here.
It takes two minutes to make my way back to the entrance, along the way someone from class tries to stop me but I simply ignore him. Couldn’t make out who it was but knowing my luck it was probably Clive. No doubt I’ll get some grief for this next time I see him. But that’s irrelevant right now. Mercifully, it doesn’t take long to spot him. Funnily enough, it’s with a Gelet in his hand. You may as well be eating a bag of sugar they’re that bad for you.
”Jim!”
”Slow down there Kiddo, what’s got you in a spin?”
”They’re here!”
”The next batch of Gelets?”
For a moment I’m taken aback by his perplexingly calm nature. But it’s then that I realise why he’s keeping a cool composure. In my desperation to help Steph, I’ve drawn a large crowd around both of us, no doubt from how loud I was. Damn it Jim, stop trying to play things down, we don’t have time for this.
”I need your help.”
”Who doesn’t? What’s up?”
”A friend of mine’s collapsed. We need to get her to the hospital.”
There’s a contingency code for if one of us is attacked in public and need Jim to help smuggle us away. I just hope he remembers it. Bruce is so obsessed with being prepared for any situation it wouldn’t surprise if Jim can’t remember all of the hidden contingency codes.
”Well Maureen, you’d best start making a fresh pot of coffee for when I get back. Looks like an officer’s job is never done.”
”Thank you commissioner.”
”No worries kiddo, I’m just happy that I get to be someone else’s knight in shining armour as opposed to Batman showing me up all the time.”
”They might call him the dark knight, but you’re the real hero commissioner. You’re Gotham’s white knight.”
Jim pauses for a moment when I say ‘white knight’. He remembers it. Thank goodness. Last thing I wanted was to have to remind him that white knight translates to ‘ally down, life or death situation’.
”Alright folks, go about your evening. No sense letting one person’s bad night spoil it for the rest of us. Hell, maybe some of tight asses can spend some damn money to help fund this city. Come on, move along.”
As the crowd dissipates and Jim takes the last swig of his coffee, he quickly races up to me.
”Where?”
”This way!”
”Slowly. The last thing we need is prying eyes.”
I begrudgingly nod. Every instinct in my body is telling me to race back to Steph’s side and comfort her. Heck, I’m not even entirely sure that assailant is actually unconscious, that’s how quickly I ran to get help. Bruce would be furious if he knew I did that.
Just hang on Steph, we’ll be there in just a few moments.