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The 'crunch crunch' of the snow accompanies Connor's stride through the dirty snow of the Gotham sidewalk. The top of his head and shoulders are already dusted in white as the weather continues to deposit a smattering of snowfall on the city. The sun is still creeping above the horizon as he makes his way through the bleak and decaying neighborhood of tenements and warehouses. The streets are more deserted than one might expect, but not entirely empty either. Many of the buildings here were abandoned and half of those that weren't were occupied by squatters seeking to escape the cold. It bothered him, but Tim had given him some perspective on the matter. They couldn't save everybody, not immediately, but they were doing good work.

Even so, deep inside he felt that there should be something more they could do for the 'right now'.

Reaching, his destination he balanced the cardboard drink caddie and the small brown paper sack in one hand as he pressed the door buzzer with the other. The responding tone sounded off shortly after, it's buzz an inconsistent drone similar to a dying insect.

Kicking the snow off his boots, he entered and made short work of the three story climb of stairs. Not that the cold bothered him at all, but the warmth being maintained in the large open space of the third floor was a welcome sensation. His Smallville High jacket got tossed on the second hand couch they had salvaged. The hot chocolates and the bag with breakfast burritos got deposited in the kitchenette. Connor looked around.

"Hey Bat-Mite, you here?"

Date: 2012-01-13 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com
"Hold on, gimmie a sec." came Tim's voice from above.

Looking up, Connor could see Drake up in the rafters. They had removed the ceiling panels and Tim had pretty much finished replacing the iffy HVAC up there with something much more high tech. Right now he was affixing power cable drops and installing assorted mounts for a number of devices he had in mind to install later.

Looking down, he raised an eyebrow.

"Hot chocoloate? I said Green Tea doofus."

Date: 2012-01-13 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com
Eyeroll.

"Dude I love hot chocoloate, but I'm from Gotham, not Krypton. Us 100% humans have to actually think about what they eat. It's not like I'm kicking my ass with Shiva as a hobby. Sugar's like extra-taboo right now."

Hot Chocolate. He eyed the cup. Damnit.

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