@StavesAndCorgis@001Robocop each location. If #ππ₯πππππ«π¨π’π is able to offer up any spare parts, I could probably crank that day down to a few hours. Not the fastest but itβs the only solution if we donβt have operatives in the other states. β
β Regardless, we have the pieces, we need to play. β
@StavesAndCorgis@001Robocop If it comes to it, I can send out a few more Dispatch operatives, but with all due respect, itβs better if I donβt. β
The monotone voice he spoke in sounded like the set up to a joke that never arrived.
β Beyond that, in my mech, itβll take me roughly a day to hit +
@StavesAndCorgis@001Robocop β The two undercoversββ
A light adjustment in his chair.
β Do we have their last location? We need to figure out any loose ends relating to the case. It seems like we have everything except a clear pathway and plan and we have to make that plan soon. β
+
@StavesAndCorgis@001Robocop a steady hand, focus.
As much as he loved his team, they didnβt have either.
It was just better this way.
Plus Sonar would be getting high off every sample.
β We know their hideouts, we should start planning on how to hit them. β
@BloodyBionics fear creeps in, making him think heβs destined to be the same.
His mind would come back too as his head shot up from death, gasping for air, holding his chest with his right hand and reaching for that same air with his left.
He wasβ¦alive?
@BloodyBionics β Mecha Man means strength. How did you loose so much to this random lady? β
All Robert could do was look up at him, eyes filled with disappointment. Not for himself necessarily, but for how he remembered his father.
How his father interacted with others, sometimes +
Donβt regret the past, Κ²α΅Λ’α΅ Λ‘α΅α΅Κ³βΏ αΆ Κ³α΅α΅ β±α΅
βββ ΰ½Ό
MARTHA WAYNE
The Batwoman
β’ If Martha Survived & became the Bat
β’ Billionaire
β’ DC Canon Character AUβ β
β’ AU,OC, & Crossover Friendly
β§βΛ π‘οΈπ¦’πΈοΈπ¦β
#dcrp
Heβs still laughing.
The Joker scares me because he gave the Bat something I never could.
π π«πππ¬π¨π§ ππ¨ π¬π¦π’π₯π.
Heβs still laughing.
The Joker scares me because he gave the Bat something I never could.
π π«πππ¬π¨π§ ππ¨ π¬π¦π’π₯π.
I begin to walk out, hearing their laughs in harmony. My stomach dances with radiation. I arrive home, violent vomit shooting onto my floor, Alfred helps me to the bathroom. He waits outside. As I continue spilling each liquid and bit of food within my body, I look up.