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Welcome back! Don't worry, you didn't miss a thread, I just completely failed to label the prior one correctly. That aside, last time: Mark worked his assignment at Wayne Manor and set off a domino chain that eventually led to the raid of Scarecrow's most recent Fear Toxin Laboratory, funded by Kal Quincy Late.
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"I was just checking in." You say, trying to stay casual. "He was one of the first calls I ever took and I promised to look out for him."
"You promised?" Caesar asks, he pauses for a moment before following up. "Did you promise my dad?"
"I did." You reply quietly, like your words could physically break the stillness in the air. "But uh... there is something worth celebrating still. We nabbed Scarecrow today."
"Woah." Caesar marvels.
"Did Batman help?" Isabelle chirps as she gnaws on a plain tortilla.
"Nope, GCPD did it ourselves... with SOME help."
"Who helped?" Caesar asks, he and his sister locked in on your story.
"The Quick Response Team, they're like SWAT basically. But uh... you know how it is. Can't really tell you anymore until the case moves along but, I feel good about it."
"Maybe we'll be out of here in time for me to go back to school." Caesar muses.
"Oh?" His mother laughs gently. "NOW you want to go to school?"
"Yeah..." Caesar grumbles, his eyes fixed on his plate as he shifts food around. "I gotta be like... responsible."
"Oh, mi dulce hijo." She coos.
"Mamá, para." He groans as his face goes a bit red.
"It's good you wanna go back to school, man." You say with a smile. "You interested in college at all?"
"If we could afford it." He shrugs. "Maybe."
"Hijo, that's an issue for me to worry about. Not you."
"There's options for that too." You bring up. "Scholarships, grants, and stuff."
Caesar shrugs again.
"Though I guess it depends on what you wanna do when you're older."
"I saw Caesar looking up stuff about the police." Isabelle happily blabs much to Caesar's chagrin.
"Izzy..." He groans. "It ain't like that, I dunno what I want to do. I just wanna help you out with Izzy." Caesar looks up to his mom who blinks away some misty eyes.
"You're so sweet, hijo. But we'll be okay, you have to focus on yourself too. Maybe you can do something with art? You're always drawing, right?"
"I could also work with Julian at the docks. He said they're always looking for people to help move crates."
"Julian. The same Julian who gave you bags of stolen oranges to sell?" His mother asks with a pointed voice.
"Mom I-"
"I don't like that boy." She says simply.
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"I was just checking in." You say, trying to stay casual. "He was one of the first calls I ever took and I promised to look out for him."
"You promised?" Caesar asks, he pauses for a moment before following up. "Did you promise my dad?"
"I did." You reply quietly, like your words could physically break the stillness in the air. "But uh... there is something worth celebrating still. We nabbed Scarecrow today."
"Woah." Caesar marvels.
"Did Batman help?" Isabelle chirps as she gnaws on a plain tortilla.
"Nope, GCPD did it ourselves... with SOME help."
"Who helped?" Caesar asks, he and his sister locked in on your story.
"The Quick Response Team, they're like SWAT basically. But uh... you know how it is. Can't really tell you anymore until the case moves along but, I feel good about it."
"Maybe we'll be out of here in time for me to go back to school." Caesar muses.
"Oh?" His mother laughs gently. "NOW you want to go to school?"
"Yeah..." Caesar grumbles, his eyes fixed on his plate as he shifts food around. "I gotta be like... responsible."
"Oh, mi dulce hijo." She coos.
"Mamá, para." He groans as his face goes a bit red.
"It's good you wanna go back to school, man." You say with a smile. "You interested in college at all?"
"If we could afford it." He shrugs. "Maybe."
"Hijo, that's an issue for me to worry about. Not you."
"There's options for that too." You bring up. "Scholarships, grants, and stuff."
Caesar shrugs again.
"Though I guess it depends on what you wanna do when you're older."
"I saw Caesar looking up stuff about the police." Isabelle happily blabs much to Caesar's chagrin.
"Izzy..." He groans. "It ain't like that, I dunno what I want to do. I just wanna help you out with Izzy." Caesar looks up to his mom who blinks away some misty eyes.
"You're so sweet, hijo. But we'll be okay, you have to focus on yourself too. Maybe you can do something with art? You're always drawing, right?"
"I could also work with Julian at the docks. He said they're always looking for people to help move crates."
"Julian. The same Julian who gave you bags of stolen oranges to sell?" His mother asks with a pointed voice.
"Mom I-"
"I don't like that boy." She says simply.
