All good things must come to an end, but when one door closes... get Robin to open it back up. Just remember; the room inside might not be the room you left... It might be worse... or it might be better... whatever it is, the bit that matters is that you opened the door and walked through it.
Out in the street, police tape was being put up around the building. There was talk of cancelling the parade, and Gar did not like this idea.
"You don't have to do this!" He told them, feeling at fault.
"Civilian lives were put in danger, we can't risk continuing it." A police-man told him, pushing him asside.
Gar looked down at the confetti covered pavement and bit his lip. It WAS his fault. He closed his eyes; shook his head a bit; then looked up and blinked quite a few times.
Robin figured he was feeling guilty. "This isn't anything to do with you. You're not THAT popular that someone would try to kill you, and miss."
To his relief, Garfield chuckled. "Maybe if I were red they wouldn't have missed... Though that doesn't explain why he missed you."
Robin seemed to forget he was wearing a full face mask as he made a strange facial expression. "Do you think we still have to pay those guys. You know, THOSE guys."
"Forget those guys, do WE still get paid?"
"... You're getting paid for this?" Robin exclaimed.
"HA! I guess the big bad bat keeps your share."
Before Robin could reply, the case investigator showed up, note book in hand. Reporters could be seen behind the police line in amongst interested civilians.
"What can you tell me?" The tall woman asked.
The two boys looked at each other, playing a game of 'who wants to speak first?'.
"You talk to the investigator, I'm just here for support." Garfield pointed out, holding his hands up.
Robin sighed. "fifth floor. Room 5 19 ... but the room we went into from the window was 2 85 ... but it's gone..."
"What does that mean, it's gone?" Asked the investigator, taping the green pen onto her pad.
"We went in through the seventh window, into an empty room with nothing more then a trash can, and when we left the room and re-entered it was a different room."
"... So the room swapped like magic? That's what you're telling me? I'm dealing with some form of arcane or a meta human that can make rooms swap?"
"...Probably...?" He questioned, not wanting to commit to any of it before doing research.
The mood was so different compared to a couple of hours ago. No more cheering fans, no more happy families, no more joy. Just concern and disappointment. The only happy people were the reporters.
"Garfield! Is it true someone tried to shoot you?"
"What can you tell us?"
"Do you have anything to say to your fans?"
"Why did the other heroes just do crowd control?"
"YES, nothing, I'm sorry your day was ruined, because me and Robin had the situation under control and we didn't need them! END of questions! I'm going to go have a bath and watch Super Natural and order room service!" He shouted to the crowd. "I will see you tomorrow, bird boy." He told Robin whilst heading for a public bathroom.
He went in, and after a while the door opened up a fraction and a green eagle with a red drawstring bag came out and took to the sky.
"See you tomorrow, bird boy!" Robin shouted at it. "...wait... did he just ditch me?"
Setting: An interview stage with two, red tub chairs facing each other on a wooden floor. The audience is obscured by the spot lights.
In one chair sits Garfield Dayton in a red double breasted shirt. In the other sits David Schwimmer in a black jumper (sweater).
David: I think we should take a break. Don't you? Let the audience get some more snacks and get out the spot light for a bit.
Gar: Yeah...you're right.
*Gar gets out the chair and leaves the stage through the curtain at the side.*
