48 Hours to Arkham

November 04, 2015:

Harper Row and Cullen Row prepare for her departure.

Row's apartment

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NPCs: Cullen Row

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Fade In…

'I don't know, Harper. This is probably the worst idea you've ever had.' Cullen finally admits. He's been staring at her for a while now, as she paces the floor, one arm draped over her body as the other remains at a lift so that her fingers could be placed under her chin.

'I know Little Homo, but we're grasping at straws here. Just.. okay.'

She moves towards her bag, drawing out an untraceable cellular phone, with only one number plugged in. "Don't abuse this Cullen, its Richard's phone number. He's a cop. If you need anything, anything at all. Call him."

'As much as I'd like to make a joke about you and Dick, I can't. Are you really going to do this? I mean.. really? I know you follow some creed or stupid thing of WWBD, but this is just going a bit too far.'

"Not really, Cullen. I got a partner. And he's gonna look out for me. They're all going to look out for me. I just can't let them know what I'm going to do until after I've done it. Get out the way."

Harper pushes Cullen from the computer chair to settle down upon it, typing and tapping it out upon the keyboard, setting it up for a timed release that would be sent across the encrypted server and directed to the few that she knows. Hell, she might even toss Catwoman a word but she was unsure if she'd ever get it.. here's to hoping.

'Everyone,

I know the message was to lay low, but I really couldn't and I'm sorry. People are dying out here, and they're not deserving of the life that they've been given after their horrific transformations. This is the only thing that's left that I can do.

By the time you receive this message, it'll already be done. I'll be in Arkham and one step closer to Professor Pyg, or whomever is doing this. So.. uh.. yeah. Bluebird, out.'

The message was pre-sent and Harper leans back into her chair, arms resting atop of her head as she slowly turns around to face Cullen. "I suppose I should get dinner prepped and ready for the next week or two. Think you can manage?"

'Yeah, Harps.'

"Don't be so down little Homo, I got this. Come on, lets hit up the store, and afterwards you have to get your project ready. And start looking up colleges out of the state. You're almost done here."

The siblings grin at each other, Harper reaching out as Cullen slaps her hand twice, their own little handshake performed as Cullen reaches out to pull Harper to her feet. It didn't take long for them to get their shoes and coats on, and soon they were out the door?

And on the computer.. the countdown begins. 48 hours til Arkham Asylum.

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