It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss.
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When the tiny little clocks finally tick down to 0:00, there's a second of silence. Then, in another moment, a BOOM as bunch of simultaneous explosions go off at once. The first thing they'll notice is the front door of the building, blasted right off its hinges and away from the clinic, lying in the dirt in the middle of the street. The windows also burst, shards of glass going everywhere possible -- probably covering Damian and Jason in the process. The eruption is even enough to snap two of the support beams holding the porch in place, making it crack right in half and crumble into itself. Hopefully Jason and Damian aren't quite underneath the falling wood.
The biggest damage is mostly inside though, with what the reception area being completely destroyed, chairs and paintings and even the desk blasted and lying in rubble. The floor, the ceiling, and the walls are covered in scorch marks while two doors leading into the rest of the clinic seem to be broken into splinters. One leads to what seems like an office while the other, an examination room.
So, really. Worried about a whole lot of nothing. ]
The porch, fortunately, does not collapse right on top of them because even two idiots deserve a break sometimes. That's how to say they're not getting their asses wrecked, though. There are still splinters and shards to worry about, and a few are scraping and sinking into Jason's flesh even with a 10-year-old meat shield on top of him. There's also the actual blast from the explosion, which... yeah. Yeah. It's not as bad as it could have been, but it's still something awful. Give Jason a second as he coughs and regains the air that was knocked from him, wincing as his shoulder gets fucked up all over again.
Gosh.
A second is all he takes, though, because then he's fussing over Damian.]
Holy smokes— Oh, man. [Carefully grabbing Damian's shoulders??? This is terrible.] You are the biggest hypocrite this side of the globe! Are you alright?! What the hell were you thinking?!
[HE DID NOT ASK FOR A MEAT SHIELD???????? STOP.
On the bright side: the clinic is open now. Their stupidity was #worthit... maybe.]
I'm fine--don't touch me! [Just because he's the biggest hypocrite doesn't mean he ain't gonna be a rude piece of shit about it afterward.
Really, he isn't a fan of Jason's hands on him when his back stings and the inside of his ears are ringing. He swats weakly at Jason's arms, then winces and reaches around his ribs to his back. Plucking a small sliver of wood out of his skin and clothes, he brings it back around to inspect, the end tipped red. It's not as bad as it could be, and not as bad as he's had.] You said to do something about the sensor, so I did something.
[How was he supposed to know it'd shit explodable rabbit turds?!] No one else should go in until we know it's safe. Until we know that thing won't come back up out of the ground.
look i gotta be faithful to the 80s comic vocabulary sOMEHOW
Yeah, I did. You got me. But that something didn't involve nearly getting yourself killed, you big boob.
[UGH!!! He'd slap Damian upside the head if a) it wouldn't be a dick move, and b) his shoulder wasn't fucked up beyond belief right now. He settles for scowling at him; the best imitation of Bruce's that he can muster at the moment. It's... probably missing a lot of edge, let's be real.]
Are you okay, yes or no? I'll go test if it's safe [in... a second], but you need to stay here. That means no more archery stunts. No more using yourself as a shield.
[He's. Very pissed about that part.]
If anyone's getting themselves blown up sky high, it— [hah] It might as well be the guy with, y'know... experience.
[This is the closest he's come to shrugging off his death without wanting to barf. This may or may not be progress.]
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When the tiny little clocks finally tick down to 0:00, there's a second of silence. Then, in another moment, a BOOM as bunch of simultaneous explosions go off at once. The first thing they'll notice is the front door of the building, blasted right off its hinges and away from the clinic, lying in the dirt in the middle of the street. The windows also burst, shards of glass going everywhere possible -- probably covering Damian and Jason in the process. The eruption is even enough to snap two of the support beams holding the porch in place, making it crack right in half and crumble into itself. Hopefully Jason and Damian aren't quite underneath the falling wood.
The biggest damage is mostly inside though, with what the reception area being completely destroyed, chairs and paintings and even the desk blasted and lying in rubble. The floor, the ceiling, and the walls are covered in scorch marks while two doors leading into the rest of the clinic seem to be broken into splinters. One leads to what seems like an office while the other, an examination room.
So, really. Worried about a whole lot of nothing. ]
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The porch, fortunately, does not collapse right on top of them because even two idiots deserve a break sometimes. That's how to say they're not getting their asses wrecked, though. There are still splinters and shards to worry about, and a few are scraping and sinking into Jason's flesh even with a 10-year-old meat shield on top of him. There's also the actual blast from the explosion, which... yeah. Yeah. It's not as bad as it could have been, but it's still something awful. Give Jason a second as he coughs and regains the air that was knocked from him, wincing as his shoulder gets fucked up all over again.
Gosh.
A second is all he takes, though, because then he's fussing over Damian.]
Holy smokes— Oh, man. [Carefully grabbing Damian's shoulders??? This is terrible.] You are the biggest hypocrite this side of the globe! Are you alright?! What the hell were you thinking?!
[HE DID NOT ASK FOR A MEAT SHIELD???????? STOP.
On the bright side: the clinic is open now. Their stupidity was #worthit... maybe.]
jason saying holy smokes cracks me up
Really, he isn't a fan of Jason's hands on him when his back stings and the inside of his ears are ringing. He swats weakly at Jason's arms, then winces and reaches around his ribs to his back. Plucking a small sliver of wood out of his skin and clothes, he brings it back around to inspect, the end tipped red. It's not as bad as it could be, and not as bad as he's had.] You said to do something about the sensor, so I did something.
[How was he supposed to know it'd shit explodable rabbit turds?!] No one else should go in until we know it's safe. Until we know that thing won't come back up out of the ground.
look i gotta be faithful to the 80s comic vocabulary sOMEHOW
[UGH!!! He'd slap Damian upside the head if a) it wouldn't be a dick move, and b) his shoulder wasn't fucked up beyond belief right now. He settles for scowling at him; the best imitation of Bruce's that he can muster at the moment. It's... probably missing a lot of edge, let's be real.]
Are you okay, yes or no? I'll go test if it's safe [in... a second], but you need to stay here. That means no more archery stunts. No more using yourself as a shield.
[He's. Very pissed about that part.]
If anyone's getting themselves blown up sky high, it— [hah] It might as well be the guy with, y'know... experience.
[This is the closest he's come to shrugging off his death without wanting to barf. This may or may not be progress.]