[ Shade did everything in his power not to get distracted by the hyperactivity of a speedster, his movements every now and then coming into his vision.
But even so, he still caught sight of Wally, and eventually, only halfway through, he had to nod.
It was the standard language, and a skim didn't show anything too revealing. After all, what would they do, if Wally broke it? Put him in jail? ]
Well, as long as good credit constitutes as no credit, we should be just fine, yes?
[ He looked at the pen, hoisting it in his hands, before he rolled it between two fingers. ]
The stipulation is, you do not tell other people my real name, yes?
Yup! [Wally grabs the lease and eagerly looks it over.] This is all I needed. Seriously, thank you so much, this means a lot to me. [He turns to leave before- oh, yes.
He pauses, digs a picture out of his pocket and hands the Shade a picture of a rare first-edition print of Moby Dick in what might be an old cellar or warehouse. It's in a glass case at least, to protect it from the elements. It's also surrounded by lights and mirrors on all sides as well as below, leaving the area virtually free of shadows.]
Found this at the flea market the other day. I don't think the guy knew what it was worth, because he let go of it for like forty bucks. [Considering he also tried to sell Wally a busted smartphone for three hundred dollars, he doesn't feel too bad for taking advantage of the deal.]
It's in De Chima somewhere, but I won't tell you where. I'm gonna be running security detail around it for the next week until I move it to another location. No more location clues after it gets moved.
I also called in a few favors and had Robin set up a few security measures to protect it from theft. ["A few" meaning "a fuckton" considering he's a Bat and all.] Have fun!
Yeah, well I'm quite the hero! [Not his best comeback, but the guy was disappearing.] So freakin' dramatic, [Wally murmurs with a smile, eyes darting between the late evening shadows before he folds the lease back up and jogs out of the park and back for home.]
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But even so, he still caught sight of Wally, and eventually, only halfway through, he had to nod.
It was the standard language, and a skim didn't show anything too revealing. After all, what would they do, if Wally broke it? Put him in jail? ]
Well, as long as good credit constitutes as no credit, we should be just fine, yes?
[ He looked at the pen, hoisting it in his hands, before he rolled it between two fingers. ]
The stipulation is, you do not tell other people my real name, yes?
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[ He said, before signing in rather elaborate script -- 'Richard Swift' it says.
Congratulations, Wally, you're in a pretty tight club now. Nobody knows his name. ]
And there we are! That will suffice, yes?
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He pauses, digs a picture out of his pocket and hands the Shade a picture of a rare first-edition print of Moby Dick in what might be an old cellar or warehouse. It's in a glass case at least, to protect it from the elements. It's also surrounded by lights and mirrors on all sides as well as below, leaving the area virtually free of shadows.]
Found this at the flea market the other day. I don't think the guy knew what it was worth, because he let go of it for like forty bucks. [Considering he also tried to sell Wally a busted smartphone for three hundred dollars, he doesn't feel too bad for taking advantage of the deal.]
It's in De Chima somewhere, but I won't tell you where. I'm gonna be running security detail around it for the next week until I move it to another location. No more location clues after it gets moved.
I also called in a few favors and had Robin set up a few security measures to protect it from theft. ["A few" meaning "a fuckton" considering he's a Bat and all.] Have fun!
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A Challenge, then! We shall see which one reigns supreme, at the end of the day.
I'm quite the thief, you know!
[ But his laugh wasn't mocking -- it was excited, like he thought this was downright fun. ]
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