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Apparently, one of my coping mechanisms is writing gratuitous crossovers. Everwood/DC again, though different characters this time.
***
He didn’t expect death to be like a scene from a bad movie.
“Where am I? Where’s Dr. Brown?” And Bright, Amy, his parents, Ephram, all the doctors in blue caps...
The boy squints down at him. “Dr. Brown is still alive, I guess. And you’re not. Which means he isn’t here.”
The boy is wearing a green mask. Colin knows that means something, but he can’t remember what. “The surgery...”
The boy shrugs. He has black hair and blue eyes, like Colin. “Got me. *I* wasn’t there.” He grins, and it isn’t a nice grin. “I’m guessing, considering where you are, that the surgery got pretty fucked-up.”
“Give it a rest, Jay.” There’s a girl behind the boy. She’s also wearing a green mask, and some kind of... weird red and green costume.
She walks closer, and he can see her face, and blonde hair. She smiles at him, slightly kinder than the guy. “You’re dead, Colin. It is Colin, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he says dumbly. On an impulse, he reaches up to feel his head—still bald. From the surgery. He’s still wearing the hospital clothes, too.
Somehow, he always thought he’d be wearing his basketball uniform in Heaven. Or something like that.
The boy is crouching at eye level with Colin, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “Welcome to wherever-the-hell-this-is, Colin.”
The girl crouches, too. “I’m Stephanie. This is Jason. You weren’t, like... the newest Robin or something, were you?”
“No. What’s a Robin?”
The girl and—no. Stephanie and Jason—trade looks. “Never mind. Do you know what you’re doing here? Because we sure as hell don’t.”
Colin makes himself sit up. “The last thing I remember is going under for the surgery. So no.”
None of this feels quite real. Maybe it’s another coma dream—maybe he’s become a vegetable. Maybe Dr. Brown didn’t keep his promise.
Stephanie offers him a hand, and he stands up. “We think we’re ghosts, but we’re not sure. So far, it’s only been the two of us—well, Jason was by himself before I came along—and we can’t leave the cave.” She tilts her head, studies him, and Colin is reminded abruptly of Ephram. “But maybe you can. You were never one of us.”
He doesn’t even bother to ask what she’s talking about. He knows it won’t make any sense.
***
He didn’t expect death to be like a scene from a bad movie.
“Where am I? Where’s Dr. Brown?” And Bright, Amy, his parents, Ephram, all the doctors in blue caps...
The boy squints down at him. “Dr. Brown is still alive, I guess. And you’re not. Which means he isn’t here.”
The boy is wearing a green mask. Colin knows that means something, but he can’t remember what. “The surgery...”
The boy shrugs. He has black hair and blue eyes, like Colin. “Got me. *I* wasn’t there.” He grins, and it isn’t a nice grin. “I’m guessing, considering where you are, that the surgery got pretty fucked-up.”
“Give it a rest, Jay.” There’s a girl behind the boy. She’s also wearing a green mask, and some kind of... weird red and green costume.
She walks closer, and he can see her face, and blonde hair. She smiles at him, slightly kinder than the guy. “You’re dead, Colin. It is Colin, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he says dumbly. On an impulse, he reaches up to feel his head—still bald. From the surgery. He’s still wearing the hospital clothes, too.
Somehow, he always thought he’d be wearing his basketball uniform in Heaven. Or something like that.
The boy is crouching at eye level with Colin, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “Welcome to wherever-the-hell-this-is, Colin.”
The girl crouches, too. “I’m Stephanie. This is Jason. You weren’t, like... the newest Robin or something, were you?”
“No. What’s a Robin?”
The girl and—no. Stephanie and Jason—trade looks. “Never mind. Do you know what you’re doing here? Because we sure as hell don’t.”
Colin makes himself sit up. “The last thing I remember is going under for the surgery. So no.”
None of this feels quite real. Maybe it’s another coma dream—maybe he’s become a vegetable. Maybe Dr. Brown didn’t keep his promise.
Stephanie offers him a hand, and he stands up. “We think we’re ghosts, but we’re not sure. So far, it’s only been the two of us—well, Jason was by himself before I came along—and we can’t leave the cave.” She tilts her head, studies him, and Colin is reminded abruptly of Ephram. “But maybe you can. You were never one of us.”
He doesn’t even bother to ask what she’s talking about. He knows it won’t make any sense.
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But! Your ideas for crossing Everwood and the Batverse are compelling and intriguing, and I love the Robins in this and you effortlessly make them so distinct from each other, and distinct again from Colin because they're talking in Bat-shorthand and he has *no idea* what's happening. It's like layers and layers of what there is to understand, if that makes sense, depending on how much of the source material you know.
Thanks for posting this -- the idea of Jason, Steph, and Colin formulating plans for how to get out of the cave will keep me entertained for a *while*!