Nightshift 44: Men's Bathrooms (M01-M40)

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Bursting through the door with Piper in tow, Bart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, even though they weren't technically out of the woods just yet. At least there were sinks in here, so they could clean up any...uh, messes that might be accidentally created.

Weirdest thing, wasn't it? He could punch out zombies with hardly a care in the world, but bring up such a basic bodily function and he got totally squicked. It was completely justified, though: speedsters just didn't get sick, so it wasn't like Bart would have had any personal experience with this kind of thing even if he hadn't been brought up in a completely controlled, sterilized laboratory environment.

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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.

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"Why am I in the middle?" Bart asked, giving Piper an exasperated look and mouthing 'what are you doing?' while Scourge wasn't looking. He was the speedster; he should be on point! Even though his powers weren't working right, he was still faster than anyone else here! -- Even if he couldn't really use his powers as long as Scourge was watching, because of that whole stupid secret identity thing...

Oh, so this was why working with people outside the hero community was a bad idea...Bart had always kept to himself or worked in small teams before, so he hadn't realized.

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Leading his allies back to important things he'd found, now this was the sort of thing he'd been born to do!

...no, really. It was right there in his core programming, nestled between the visual detection and cowardice subroutines. Probably even had a little label on it.

"Because you don't know where we're going so you can't go first, and you don't have any weapons or sensory abilities so you can't go last," Scourge announced smugly. "If you want to take the back and get eaten by whatever's coming up behind us you can, but that wouldn't do the rest of us any good." Now hush and let the grownups talk, hero.

Blade held ahead of them, Scourge went back to the bathroom door and poked his head outside, then waved to the humans behind him. "Nobody's outside. Come on."

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