Scourge--good lord, he was a sweetie. Sometime soon, Hart needed to sit him down and give him the full talk on how his 'powers' really worked--from perception, to action, and back again. It...could almost be considered some kind of a feedback loop, but again, that was for another time.

"I'll be fine as far as hearing goes right now. Might get a little jumpy in the halls, but frayed nerves can be dealt with, right?"

Here's to hoping!
Well my god. I'm so glad to have your approval.
--is that sarcasm I'm sensing, Piper? Are you being smug?
Wouldn't you like to know~

"--just so long as we get there fast--" He tucked the pipe under an arm for a moment, retrieving his flashlight from its place jammed halfway into his coat pocket. Returning back to the balance of pipe for one hand, flashlight to the other, Hart mused that he felt an awful lot like an officer ready to raid a drug den or something. Usually the sort to leave his capture to the Flash, he didn't exactly know how officers handled themselves in a raid, but he'd seen enough on television to know how they snuck around and held their flashlights.

It was sort of thrilling.
Here's to holding that he didn't run into anything too bonechilling.

"Actually," he tapped the butt of his flashlight against the door. "--Scourge, can you lead? Bart will take after you and I'll bring up the rear."

And James, don't you even.
Eheh~ My lips are sealed, loverboy.