thebatbutler: (Phone call)
You've reached Alfred Pennyworth. I'm unable to come to the phone at the moment, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

( text | call | email | voicemail | action )

text. with attached file (first in your inboooox)

Date: 2014-07-11 07:47 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] projectkr
projectkr: ({s} ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ)
took me a couple of days but this is every last scrap of information about the history differences i could find

[ATTACHMENT: text file - all if it is written in Conner's handwriting which is made up of small uppercase letters.]
Edited Date: 2014-07-11 07:48 am (UTC)

text

Date: 2014-07-14 01:04 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] projectkr
projectkr: ({ᴄ} ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʀʏᴘᴛᴏɴɪᴀɴ ɢᴀᴍᴇs)
can i get it to go

[Secretly going to feed it to Wally.]

text

Date: 2014-07-23 09:20 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] projectkr
projectkr: ({s} ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ)
just let me know when and where

[Maybe once he realizes that Alfred can be trusted with more than food, he'll take up an offer of food.]

-> action.

Date: 2014-07-30 08:51 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] projectkr
projectkr: ({ᴄ} ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ᴏғᴛᴇɴ)
[He doesn't bother responding via text. Instead he'll just show up half an hour later and knock on the door. There won't be a giant red symbols on his black shirt but it's not the Conner Kent of Smallville.]

action.

Date: 2014-08-07 03:37 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] projectkr
projectkr: ({ᴄ} ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ᴏғᴛᴇɴ)
[He moves into the house and it really doesn't look that much different from the ones he's already been in. Standard government housing, he guesses. Conner follows Alfred into the kitchen but isn't really paying attention to what the butler is doing.]

Seems like a lot of these places are identical.

[Yeah, conversation starters are not easy for him.]

voice

Date: 2014-07-26 06:23 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: (I thought I dreamt that part.)
Alfred? How well do your healing powers work, exactly?

[ There's an uncomfortable unspoken second question in that. ]

voice

Date: 2014-07-27 05:02 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: (What do pistols have to do with disco?)
I'm at home. It's not an emergency or anything, don't worry, okay?

perma-action

Date: 2014-07-27 05:15 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: art by <user name=malin-j site=tumblr.com> (149)
[ Dick had been waiting downstairs by the door, since stairs and crutches still give him a bit of a workout. The door opens almost immediately.

Cue Dick looking sheepish with his leg in a cast. ]


Told you it wasn't an emergency.

Date: 2014-07-29 02:32 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: (A monument to my father’s repression.)
Not a very good story.

[ Dick leads him over to the living room sofa, taking a seat. ]

... It's pretty embarrassing, actually. Which is why I didn't mention it. And that was a mistake, I know.

Date: 2014-07-29 06:06 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: (124)
Nngh— jeez, that's weird.

[ It's surprisingly unpleasant — not exactly painful, but strange, wroong, a little like nails on a chalkboard but inside his leg. So he distracts himself with chatter, his voice faintly strained and his hands in fists. ]

I've had a rough month. [ Bruce's arrival shaking him up, two of his teammates at each other's throats, his stupid injury, the summer camp and the kidnapping, and the whole ridiculous thing with Wally... ] But I'm doing better now, mostly.

Date: 2014-08-08 10:05 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: art by <user name=malin-j site=tumblr.com> (149)
[ Was that it? That was... relatively painless. He wonders if it's back to normal. Can he actually walk on it again? Can he run? Can he ditch the crutch and never look back?

... oh. But first, talking. All right, he can... he can do that. Dick makes a soft noise of acknowledgment, his hands unclenching and then folding in his lap. ]


A lot of it... was me overthinking things. Or maybe just too much at once. You know how one bad thing can be fine, and two can be tolerable, but five's overwhelming? It was sort of like that.

[ Dick can't really imagine Alfred overwhelmed. He seems way too cool for that. But he's sure he understands anyway. Somehow. ]

... The kidnapping's over. My friends are safe. Everyone's back home. And I think I actually helped. So... that's good. And I talked about the rest of it with Wally, all the stuff that was getting to me, and that really helped clear my head. I'm not so worried anymore. [ But he hesitates at the end. He'd gotten too much off his chest with Wally, and that part was still tying him in knots. ]

Date: 2014-08-24 01:33 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: (A monument to my father’s repression.)
[ Of course there's more. And of course Alfred would pick up on it. He's sure that if he tells Alfred that he doesn't want to talk about it, he'd leave it at that. But maybe — maybe telling someone wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd actually have some kind of useful advice. And he probably owes Alfred some honesty with all this, besides.

He makes a small, overwhelmed noise, resting his face in his hands, elbows on the table. After a moment, he spreads his fingers enough to peer through the cracks at Alfred. ]


It's nothing. I mean— it's not nothing nothing, but it's... trivial. In the big scheme of things.

[ It's not talking to him that's the problem, it's admitting to this obnoxiously teenage thing he's been coping with. He should be above it, but he doesn't know how to be. He pulls his hands back down, folding them between his knees, his mouth set in a tight line. ]

See, when I told Wally everything, I kinda... told him everything. [ A faint blush creeps up the back of his neck, coloring the tips of his ears pink. His stomach churns uncomfortably. ] That I like him. I don't know why I said it, except that I didn't wanna keep any secrets anymore, I guess. Not from him. And he— I don't think he completely hated the idea? He didn't— freak out or anything. He seemed like he was even maybe a little flattered? I don't know. But he said he needed to think about it, and then time passed, and then he went to Colorado and all of that happened, and now...

... I can't ask. It's been too long and he has too much other stuff to think about. But he gets this look in his eyes sometimes, like he's maybe thinking about it, and I can't tell if it's good thinking or bad thinking.

And I'm rambling now. So I'll stop. But, that's it, basically. The thing I don't know how to deal with.

Date: 2014-08-24 10:55 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] performance
performance: (We all wish we were worms.)
[ Balance between himself and Robin. It's something he still isn't sure how to do. His model, after all, is Bruce, and sometimes Dick wonders whether Bruce or Batman is the one wearing a mask. Neither Dick nor Robin feels like him, sometimes, and outside of Bruce and Alfred, Wally's the only one who knows both halves of him. The only one who makes him feel like a whole person — like he doesn't have to be anyone but himself, whoever that person is.

Maybe that's why Dick feels the way he does.

Hearing that the version of him that Alfred knows is good at it, better than Bruce... something warm, sort of like hope, flickers in his chest. Maybe it's possible for him to be Robin and have a life. Maybe, maybe, maybe. ]


Honestly? I don't know. Wally's really good at ignoring things that shake up his worldview. So if he hasn't said anything by now, maybe he never will. Maybe he's convinced himself that I didn't really mean it. That it was a joke or something.

[ Dick sighs, folding his arms on the table, resting his chin there. Getting it off his chest is helping, in a way, but he still feels a little like he's taking an ice cream scoop to his insides. ]

... I hate that this isn't something I can work at until I get it right. That if he doesn't like me, maybe he'll never like me, and I have to be okay with that. I'm not— great at that. Taking "you're not good enough" for an answer. Not when it's something that matters this much.

email

Date: 2014-09-29 04:50 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] runningstart
runningstart: (Default)
To: Alfred Pennyworth
From: Wally West

Subject: Um


I'm not really that good at this sort of thing, and this is probably like, really way too late. Like to the point of being a jerk, late. But.

I just wanted to thank you. Rob probably already has, but like I wanted to thank you. And I mean, like it's cool if you don't do stuff for me, that's fine. If you wanna just come in and do stuff for Robin that's totally cool, don't feel obligated to help me out too.

But I'm still grateful. Also kind of amazed and/or creeped out that you somehow know when we're both out of the apartment and manage to do all that stuff in that time frame, like seriously, is that your super power? But anyway.

Thanks.

Thank you. I mean. Thank you for helping us out. ...we'd probably be a lot worse off without you. Thanks.

-Wally

text

Date: 2014-11-30 07:44 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] slingshots
slingshots: (Default)
boss mentioned something about hoverbikes + told me to get a hand on some specs for you if i had any in mind
still applicable?

voice;

Date: 2014-12-02 08:30 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] chiroptophobic
chiroptophobic: (Bruce; Playboy)
I bought something. Can you meet me in De Chima? Outside the Imperial Hotel. Rent a car.
Edited Date: 2014-12-02 09:24 pm (UTC)

voice;

Date: 2014-12-02 11:05 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] chiroptophobic
chiroptophobic: (Default)
Just me, Alfred.

PRESENT

Date: 2014-12-24 07:59 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] runningstart
runningstart: (Default)
[Wrapped up kind of horribly and delivered via UPS is Alfred's gift, a crystal globe paperweight with a note that reads: "I'm sorry, I wasn't really all that sure on what to get you. I hope you like this. -Wally"]

audio; 31st in the morning

Date: 2015-02-01 06:19 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] andaway
andaway: (S [Eek])
Just so we're clear, I have no idea what happened to me.

audio;

Date: 2015-02-01 08:45 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] andaway
andaway: (C [a time to surrender time to forgive])
[Clark sighs. Oh Rao, he had been wearing a blanket hadn't he?]

I didn't remember almost anything when I woke up, but the more I think about it the more I keep remembering.

I just remembered I described my skinsuit as colorful undergarments.

audio;

Date: 2015-02-02 08:34 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] andaway
andaway: (S [But I will not stir])
Sure. I'm trying to locate everyone Paladin Kal talked to but after that I should be free.

Date: 2015-07-14 12:09 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] chiroptophobic
chiroptophobic: (Bruce; Shadowed)
I'm starting to think he isn't coming back.

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