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Idea from ahyestheusername on Chapter 3 on part one of this series! Thank you so much for your comment and your ideas! I hope I did one of them justice in your eyes! I shall do them all, maybe, if I have the time.
@Red.Robin has posted a video!
The video opened to a rooftop view of Gotham. Fitted with twisting roads that seemed to lead everywhere, tripping over themselves in their desperate attempt to escape the city centre, the ever present smog that drifted progressively lower over the city scape and the distant but distinct sound of sirens, it was a comforting view for the Gothamite viewers. It was akin to the start of a horror movie for anyone who had the good fortune of not being born in Gotham.
The camera jostled for a moment before turning to a shadowing figure pulling themselves up from the fire escape and onto the roof. Smoke filled the air behind the figure and a howl of sirens could be heard. Gotham viewers were quick to identify for Outsiders what each blaring screech meant. The higher, longer pitched ones represented a low-level Arkham Asylum breakout. Bad enough to get The Bats involved, but not bad enough to actually stop day to day tasks. While the deep bellow of the fog horn meant a gas attack had occurred, or was otherwise imminent, and it was time to put your mask on. There was, of course, the usual mess of police, ambulance, and fire service vehicles, all with sirens fighting for dominance.
The shadowy figure finally reached the top of the fire escape. Balancing on the edge of the roof for a moment, the viewers gasped as their arms windmilled in the air for a moment before the figure stumbled forward into the light of the ever present, and somewhat annoying, roof lamps.
Roof lamps, or 'too fuckin' bright' as they were otherwise known as, were the Gotham Police department's newest Stop Crime initiative measure. Figuring that, because of how much crime there was on the streets, it would be a good idea to keep them fully lit at all times. Installing giant glow sticks seemed, at the time, the best way to achieve this. Tragically, the plan had been a complete failure, with only a select handful ever being installed and fewer still even illuminating the street below. Instead, the giant moth-attracting (and yes that does mean giant glow sticks that attract giant moths, not giant glow sticks that attract regular moths, this was Gotham after all) lamps of doom seemed perfectly happy to illuminate random rooftops and go through perfectly happy citizens windows with the light of a thousand suns.
Really, it was quite lucky that the project suddenly lost funding.
The figure stumbled into the light, the camera shaking lightly as it attempted to focus on what exactly it was recording here. Finally, coming into focus, at least as much in focus as The Bats ever were, Red Robin crumpled face-down onto the rooftop, cape falling over themselves as they did so. The vigilante was clearly miserable. Where skin was visible it was covered in smoke stains, grim and more than a little blood, and the thick clump of black hair that typically covered his upper face was stuck down flat against their head with some sort of moisture. The debate about whether it was sweat, blood or some other miscellaneous source was ongoing and ravenous in the comments. The phrase “but birds don't sweat” was written so many times that a suggested search entry was now “do birds sweat”.
Muffled against the floor of the rooftop, Red Robin spoke in their raspy, I-promise-I'm-human-please-stop-guessing voice.
“Here is where I lay,”, pausing for a moment to turn their head slightly, just enough so the camera could make out the two white eyes narrowing against the darkness of the mask, Red Robin continued, “now is when I weep.”
The camera shook, and a small snort was held before the sound of crumbling rumble was heard. The camera quickly spun in the hands of the unseen recorder, turning to face the west side of Gotham just in time to see the collapse of a building in the distance. The camera may have been fairly shitty in terms of quality, but it was good enough to see the faint view of dust and rumble being flung into the air. There was a faint secondary crash, followed by a snapping noise and a third slightly quieter crack, before what seemed like every car alarm in the city went off all at once.
“Ah fuck-”
The camera cut out.
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@user1: mood
@user2: mood
@user3: same
@user4: mood
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@user5: What the fuck in the Arg is this
@user6: gotham.
@user5: @user6 no shit
@user7: feels like im watching the body cam footage from the to be dead cops from a shitty 2015 dystopian Apocalypse movie
@user8: no thats just gotham
@user9: this can't be a real place right? it just can't.
@user8: Again just gtoham
@user10: Yes gotham is a real place. yes it usually is pretty chaotic. no we don't have building fall down every day this was a special occasion, now moving onto my three part presentation about why I think red robin needs a break-
@user11: So, never moving to gotham got it
@user12: OMFG HOW BRIGHT ARE THOSE LIGHTS WTF HOW DO YALL SLEEP
@user13: its like living in a lab, blak out curtains barely help
@user14: in pain and fury
@user15: I swear if one more moth shows up im leaving this fucking city
@user16: Just letting everyone know three people lost their lives in this incident. Please don't make fun/light of it, it's a serious issue! Thoughts and prays to the familes of the lost ones.
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@user17: thats blood right?
@user18: can the bats bleed?
@user19: @user18 yeah they can weve all seen the aftermath somewhere before
@user18: @user19 no? no we have not?
@user20: @user19 kinda sus mate, ur not a goon are you? Not many people see a bat bleed, im pretty sure its not possible
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@user21: damn someone threw my boy into the sewers or something?
@user22: nah its probably just sweat, doing that shit must kill you inside, i can barely run a kilometer this shit is insane to me
@user23: @user22 birds don't sweat tho
@user22: @user23 yeah birds dont but thats a human???
@user23: @user22 are you sure about that?
@user22: @user23 No??? are you???
@user23: @user22 clearly they are not full blooded humans and theyre unlikely to be meta humans its more likely that they hold some cross species inter genetic breeding. likely bird or bat genes given their chosen monikers. therefore, as birds dont sweat its more likely that...see more
@user24: oof hope RR had a shower after that, being that sweaty must suck
@user25: birds. do. not. sweat. its probably water or blood or something.
@user26: @user25 and thats suppose to be better how??
@user27: I want to give him a hug so bad
@user28: we don't know its pronouns
@user29: @user28 chill man, i wanna give them a hug so bad too
@user28: @user29 fuck of you transphobic pile of...see more
@user30: that has gotta hurt right? face first?? into concrete???
@user31: eh, not as much as one might think
@user30: @user31 ?????? elaborte please???
@user31: no.
{"Oh, you're not funny!” I don't care :D, I had fun (I'm lying. I'm having such a shit time right now and writing is my only escape) Do let me know if you like it though, I know my writing isn't for everyone LMAO I grew up on Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett. This one wasn't meant to be funny-funny though, if I got a few huffs and a few smiles my day is made :D. This is slightly more serious, and you can tell I fell for the whole “writing reflects the authors' mood/life” thing} {I'm probably going to maybe continue this spin off fic as I have many rare vines, do suggest some more please I need a laugh thank you!}