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BATMAN ♞ ǝuʎɐʍ ǝɔnɹq ([personal profile] cowled) wrote in [personal profile] whatfriendsdo 2012-08-13 03:02 am (UTC)

Thank you.

[The words are stiff. Unaccustomed. But he means them.

And then he's gone.

Disappearing acts are kind of his thing.

He's absent for some quarter hour, and when he returns he's fashioned a sled out of the helicopter's door (it was blown off, he found it embedded in a wall of ice nearby) and is dragging several dozen kilograms of equipment. Emergency rations, flight manuals (charred, but still burnable) and anything else out of the helicopter that could hold a slow burn. The first aid kit, salvaged from under the pilot's seat, has a space blanket. The electronics are piled neatly at the centre of his little bounty, and he pulls the sled to a stop beside her.

The sun's nearly down, but he has night vision and can work perfectly well in the dark. He's more worried about the cold. In this part of the world, it rises at three AM in this time of year, but that's still a good five hours, and the temperature will drop considerably in that time. Bruce cracks the seal on the first aid kit and digs the blanket out, shakes it once and then puts a hole in it approximately halfway down. These blankets are designed to cover people quite a bit bigger than Murphy, so this is the most efficient use of its size as relative to her.]


Put this on like a poncho. Cinch it around the waist with this.

[A charred scrap of harness from the pilot's seat.]

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