The door that is opened was small. Smaller than what Dick had anticipated. He ducks down as low as possible, slipping through the door and into the corridor. It felt like he was being squeezed through a tube or something, constricted even.
Turning on the flashlight doesn't really do much good. Not with how dim and wet everything looked. He doesn't jump when the door slams shut and keeps going.
[It's Like a Box, Only Smaller]
Slipping into another room has him stopping short. Something was off about the room. No, not something. Everything. The place didn't seem that big to begin with. Maybe he'd miscalculated it. Maybe it hadn't been something that had been calculated at all.
"Anyone notice that?"
It was like the room had gotten smaller. Is that what had happened? Or was his mind playing tricks on him. Bruce had trained them for many things, he could get through this. Maybe.
[Choose your own adventure (or we can do shared or individual personal fears). Or poke me at Alex's (notmybattle) OOC post or PM Dick's journal.]
Dick Grayson
The door that is opened was small. Smaller than what Dick had anticipated. He ducks down as low as possible, slipping through the door and into the corridor. It felt like he was being squeezed through a tube or something, constricted even.
Turning on the flashlight doesn't really do much good. Not with how dim and wet everything looked. He doesn't jump when the door slams shut and keeps going.
[It's Like a Box, Only Smaller]
Slipping into another room has him stopping short. Something was off about the room. No, not something. Everything. The place didn't seem that big to begin with. Maybe he'd miscalculated it. Maybe it hadn't been something that had been calculated at all.
"Anyone notice that?"
It was like the room had gotten smaller. Is that what had happened? Or was his mind playing tricks on him. Bruce had trained them for many things, he could get through this. Maybe.
[Choose your own adventure (or we can do shared or individual personal fears). Or poke me at Alex's (