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Ezra Durlin ([info]brotherkept) wrote,
@ 2011-10-11 00:21:00


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That Night....
Ezra had done his very best to make it up to Evan for the fact that he'd wandered off that morning without clear information about where he was going. Once he was slightly placated, the wheedling had begun. Busting up just one meth operation that night, just one pleeeeeeaase?

And he's a suitably grateful sibling as the don their masks, and Ezra grabs his sticks and Evan his holsters, and off they go.


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[info]cantkeepmeout
2011-10-11 06:05 am UTC (link)
Thomas smiles to himself. Nothing like a little show to make the others feel like they had something to prove.

The group hides out of sight and watches as the police arrive to find the tied up meth dealer with a pile of evidence on top of him. There's some confusion, but it's Gotham, and the police are far too used to being called to find a tied up criminal just waiting to get booked.

The police leave and Thomas turns to the other two. "Alright, time to crash a meth lab. Let's move."

He jumps onto the next roof and swings away without waiting for their response. He hopes they can keep up.

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