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This line needs to be put on hold for a second because someone is being Su.Spi.Cious.
She leans in real close, narrowing her eyes at him. Maybe if she stares long enough, the answer will come to her. After a moment though, nothing new comes to light in her mind. Just that she's pretty sure he knows Batman. Like personally. Which is super cool in her book.
Maybe someday she can convince him to introduce her.]
If you kids aren't going in, get outta line. [The attendant calls again.
Maps leans back and shrugs.] Roommate. Pizza sleepovers. Rescuing her from her super jerkface dad. We're tight.
[With a grin, she turns to head into the haunted house. Damian Wayne was a mystery she would solve someday, for sure.]
[Damian flushes at the slip up, monumentally relieved when she doesn't push it and even moreso when it's their turn to enter, thus stalling any further commentary on the subject. He flashes the attendant a dirty look as he jogs to catch up with Maps, finding her easily enough.]
Well, according to my source, it's not just your average joe carnie haunted house. They've got some real scares here, that no one really sees coming. I was really hoping for some centuries old legend about burial grounds, but this should be fun.
[The inside is bigger than it looks from the outside, and is set into a maze like design. Once inside the maze, any light is provided from the few and far between bulbs placed around the structure. Fake cobwebs hang from corners with fake spiders scattered about them, and fog filters around their feet. There's no creepy music like she expected, and the screams coming from up ahead are audible.
Maps pulls her bag around in front of her and digs out a couple of flashlights, passing one back for Damian to take.]
[After a pause of consideration he accepts the light, though he doesn't immediately turn it on, instead allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness as much as they can. His eyes fall on the fog and he eyes it critically. It is of course, just fog, but it occurs to him how easy it would be for someone like Crane to slip his fear toxin into the machine, and of course a haunted house would be right up his alley. Frowning, Damian takes a step closer to Maps to make sure she's in immediate reachable distance not that he's paranoid or anything.
They come to a corridor that gives them the option of turning right or left and he turns to his companion.]
[This is where it starts, she can feel it. Along the wall in front of them are "blood spattered" signs covered in more fake webs. One points to the right reading "Arkham Asylum" the other points to the left and reads "Gotham Heights Cemetery"
She shines her flashlight on each sign, hearing movement in the distance in either direction. This is totally what she's here for.]
We take the asylum route.
[She turns to the right, marching down the dark corridor and coming around the corner to an area lined with knock off cell doors. Here there are more lights, but they flicker as if always on the verge of going out. A few of the doors stand open, and she anticipates people jumping out at them there, steeling herself for it.
Two steps in and a loud pounding on the first closed door, actually manages to startle her, and she whips in that direction. More pounding. She settles down a little.]
[The pounding doesn't startle Damian. It doesn't. What he will admit to finding startling is the likeness with which the doors have been painted to resemble the actual cell doors of some of the halls of Arkham Asylum. They're over the top of course with blood spattered walls and flickering lights, but then Damian knows better than most exactly how many break outs have resulted in blood being spilled in those halls.
Clearly whoever designed the set had done their research. He frowns and instinctively puts himself between the pounding and Maps. Which is totally ridiculous and would make him groan in shame if he stopped to think about what he was doing. Thankfully, he does not.]
Tt. Unimpressive. [Just as the word is out of his mouth, there is a sudden banging in front of them, and one of the doors bursts open for someone to come flying out at them.
Damian can't help it, he pulls Maps out of the way and takes a step forward towards the man, checking himself at the last minute and remembering that breaking the arm of what was probably some idiot college student would probably not go over well with Grayson. This time he does groan, exasperated at his own foolishness.
Okay so maybe haunted houses and paranoid vigilantes didn't mix well. Who'd have thought. At least he isn't bored anymore.]
[It's probably a good thing he pulls her back, because she reaches out to grab him at the same time. That's the real reason you need someone with you in a haunted house after all - to have someone to hold onto.
So yeah, she's grabbed one of Damian's wrists, peeking over his shoulder as he steps up like he's going to fight the guy. He seems to stop short, and she's almost surprised he didn't clobber him one. Damian has to be a fighter class of some sort, right? Assassin, maybe.
The guy, dressed in a stylized asylum uniform - artfully ripped and spattered in blood - gives them a quick grin before disappearing back into his hideaway. Maps lets out a breath, feeling her heartrate begin to settle.
So her source wasn't entirely wrong.
Once the guys tucked away waiting for his next victims, Maps moves forward again to take the lead. The fun is just getting started! She doesn't let go of Damian either, and in fact, she slips her hand into his and pulls him along. Fate be damned, this is a haunted, after all.]
[He casts a look at their hands and sighs but doesn't pull away. At least if he was holding onto something he was far less likely to punch some unsuspecting "monster" in the throat. Now that he knew what to expect, he should have better control of his instincts anyway. (Should.) As they turn another corner, he mentally braces himself for more jump-scares, all the while pondering that walking the actual halls of Arkham was less stressful than this.]
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This line needs to be put on hold for a second because someone is being Su.Spi.Cious.
She leans in real close, narrowing her eyes at him. Maybe if she stares long enough, the answer will come to her. After a moment though, nothing new comes to light in her mind. Just that she's pretty sure he knows Batman. Like personally. Which is super cool in her book.
Maybe someday she can convince him to introduce her.]
If you kids aren't going in, get outta line. [The attendant calls again.
Maps leans back and shrugs.] Roommate. Pizza sleepovers. Rescuing her from her super jerkface dad. We're tight.
[With a grin, she turns to head into the haunted house. Damian Wayne was a mystery she would solve someday, for sure.]
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And exactly what's so great about this place?
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[The inside is bigger than it looks from the outside, and is set into a maze like design. Once inside the maze, any light is provided from the few and far between bulbs placed around the structure. Fake cobwebs hang from corners with fake spiders scattered about them, and fog filters around their feet. There's no creepy music like she expected, and the screams coming from up ahead are audible.
Maps pulls her bag around in front of her and digs out a couple of flashlights, passing one back for Damian to take.]
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They come to a corridor that gives them the option of turning right or left and he turns to his companion.]
Your call, Mizoguchi.
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She shines her flashlight on each sign, hearing movement in the distance in either direction. This is totally what she's here for.]
We take the asylum route.
[She turns to the right, marching down the dark corridor and coming around the corner to an area lined with knock off cell doors. Here there are more lights, but they flicker as if always on the verge of going out. A few of the doors stand open, and she anticipates people jumping out at them there, steeling herself for it.
Two steps in and a loud pounding on the first closed door, actually manages to startle her, and she whips in that direction. More pounding. She settles down a little.]
+5 for ambience [she mutters]
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Clearly whoever designed the set had done their research. He frowns and instinctively puts himself between the pounding and Maps. Which is totally ridiculous and would make him groan in shame if he stopped to think about what he was doing. Thankfully, he does not.]
Tt. Unimpressive. [Just as the word is out of his mouth, there is a sudden banging in front of them, and one of the doors bursts open for someone to come flying out at them.
Damian can't help it, he pulls Maps out of the way and takes a step forward towards the man, checking himself at the last minute and remembering that breaking the arm of what was probably some idiot college student would probably not go over well with Grayson. This time he does groan, exasperated at his own foolishness.
Okay so maybe haunted houses and paranoid vigilantes didn't mix well. Who'd have thought. At least he isn't bored anymore.]
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So yeah, she's grabbed one of Damian's wrists, peeking over his shoulder as he steps up like he's going to fight the guy. He seems to stop short, and she's almost surprised he didn't clobber him one. Damian has to be a fighter class of some sort, right? Assassin, maybe.
The guy, dressed in a stylized asylum uniform - artfully ripped and spattered in blood - gives them a quick grin before disappearing back into his hideaway. Maps lets out a breath, feeling her heartrate begin to settle.
So her source wasn't entirely wrong.
Once the guys tucked away waiting for his next victims, Maps moves forward again to take the lead. The fun is just getting started! She doesn't let go of Damian either, and in fact, she slips her hand into his and pulls him along. Fate be damned, this is a haunted, after all.]
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