Jim [redacted] (
searchingfordistraction) wrote2012-03-18 09:17 pm
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Gotham was satisfying. As it turns out, Seb was right; Jim needed a holiday. It was a pleasant change of pace, watching the chaos explode around him without having to worry about conducting it himself. But of course, eventually enough is enough. Too much of a good thing will always turn sour.
So, when a Door to Milliways turns up shortly after the death of Harvey Dent, Jim takes it.
So, when a Door to Milliways turns up shortly after the death of Harvey Dent, Jim takes it.
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He doubts the Trunchbull will have chosen anywhere especially fancy.
"You handle Miss Trunchbull, I'll stay out of her sight and get Jenny out."
This is not the plan he would have chosen an hour ago, but an hour ago they didn't know she had powers of her own. Matilda has a chance at defending herself against them; Jim does not. Best for the Trunchbull to think Matilda is on her own. Jim will only be a liability if she finds out about him.
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"Good plan."
As much as Matilda wants to be the one to rescue Jenny, there are two jobs here and she'll be better at the other one.
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It's best all the way around to ensure that she not be able to do it.
(And, he doesn't say, once she's safely unconscious, he can take it from there.)
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"All my plans are good," he says airily.
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"Statistically unlikely, but given who's talking, I'm not gonna tell you you're wrong."
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Jim never did get the hang of being statistically likely.
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When was the last time he met an ordinary person who knew any statistics? Real statistics, not the ability to quote made-up percentages on the spot.
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And if he's deliberately dangling the distraction, well . . . what of it? They can make all the plans in the world, but none of them will be of any use if Matilda ends up making herself too tense to focus.
That's his story, anyway.
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Then she snickers.
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He's sure he has no idea what's so funny.
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The hotel, when they eventually find it, is medium-tall and unremarkable-looking. No surprises about the layout. No surprises about anything, really. They have the room number—fourth floor, single room. Now all they need is an immediate plan of attack.
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That he could do himself easily enough, but unless Matilda needs visual contact with the power controls, she can do it faster.
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"I can't do it without knowing where it is and what it looks like," she says at last, shaking her head. She's not sure she could do it even so—she's had limited success manipulating objects not in the same room—but at least she'd know how to try.
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And while she can't cut power to a room she's never seen, she can open a locked door without touching it. She leads him in a side door, to avoid having to deal with hotel reception.
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It's not very long before the power on the fourth floor blinks out and Jim is quietly on his way upstairs.
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Miss Trunchbull is the kind of person who goes by the most direct route.
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She's also the kind of person who tends toward tunnelvision; staying out of her sight hardly requires Jim's level of genius. The moment she's left the fourth floor, he's at the door of her room, picking the lock. It's a standard lock - no keycard system in this hotel - so it's more time-consuming than it is challenging.
Even so, it's only a few minutes before he's pushing the door open.
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Jenny has been standing behind that door, virtually motionless, since very shortly after Agatha left. The moment he moves past it, she swings a cast-iron table lamp up toward Trunchbull head level.
(Meanwhile: the unmistakable heavy stomp comes down the stairs, and Matilda realizes she doesn't really know how to knock out Miss Trunchbull. So she throws her down the hall as hard as she can and hopes for the best.
It doesn't work.
In fact, as the dust clears, she suspects it did more damage to the wall - which is now severely dented - than to Miss Trunchbull's head, which isn't.)
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He's smiling when he stands again.
"Not much for the role of damsel in distress, then? No, I suppose I should have seen that coming."
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She doesn't drop the lamp, doesn't relax.
But she does say, slowly, as though she doesn't quite believe it: "...Jim?" A breath. "Jim. What the hell?"
(Miss Trunchbull comes up snarling, sprinkled with chips of paint that parted company with the wall when she hit it. For a moment Matilda can hardly breathe, she's so scared.
There's a glow rising around the Trunchbull's clenched fist, the red of imaginary fire. She stalks forward, saying, "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Matilda presses herself back into the space between two vending machines. It's not a feasible hiding place in the long term. She is going to have to change something about this situation, and fast.)
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Obviously.
"Matilda's keeping your aunt busy. I'm sure you'll have noticed by now that a baseline human being such as myself is no longer qualified for that task."
Because he knows she'll waste time arguing if he doesn't explain. Not that he doesn't expect her to anyway, but it's worth at least trying to nip it in the bud.
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(Matilda steps out of her hiding place.
"You," says Miss Trunchbull.
"Me," she agrees. She's nothing like steady, but she's still capable of lifting Miss Trunchbull off the ground.
The red glow flares; off-balance without a floor to brace on, the Trunchbull nevertheless rears back and throws a crimson fireball with pinpoint accuracy at Matilda's head. Matilda ducks, dropping Miss Trunchbull in the process; she lands and throws another one.)
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