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A man walks in.

He's moderately tall, black hair a little long on top and curly, falling into his face. Blue eyes look down at the bundle in his arms, the little tuft of similarly black hair sticking out the top the only indication of what it might be other than the absolute adoration in his eyes. Nestled in the crook of his arm is tall golden staff, hook on the end gleaming in the low light.

He's not dressed up really. There's a Hawaiian shirt, open and showing a wifebeater underneath, accompanied by a black leather jacket tied around his waist. Green goggles sit atop his head at a rakish angle. He's in loose slacks, accompanied by black boots, and he looks like he's had a long day.

"Hello, Kyle...how're you tonight? Daddy's home from extra work and Mikey and Tony are all gone and it's just you and..."

He looks up.

Blinks in confusion.

"Me?"

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*Tim waves.*

Sit anywhere. oh, dair warning? Barry allen is here.

A long, drawn out blink, and he has to be careful not to startle the baby.

"Barry Al-"

And now he raises an eyebrow.

"You mean, uh...zoom zoom, fast feet? That one?"

*Tim nods.*

Yup, the one who died.

"Well, damn..."

And he soaks that in for a bit. Dead people aren't really all that unusual. After the ghostly privateer, his own "visits" with David and others...well, he's used to it. But this is a little bit too far on the bizarre scale for him to handle without a few questions.

"So...dead people. Are here. And...this isn't the afterlife or anything?"

*Tim nods.*

of a sort? For some people, not all of us. Most of us are alive.

He nods.

And misses his father again, his arm curling around Kyle carefully.

Cause that also means the Mist might show up. Or Dr. Phosphorous. Or...

He stills. Dead people.

"And they could up at any time? Dead people? Just...walk in that door, somewhat like me?"

Just like.

*Tim shrugs*

We do have two rules however. No Violence, no Business.

"The place is against collectibles?"

But the 'no violence' rule makes him feel somewhat better. Then he remembers just who he's worried about.

"And, um, who enforces the rules? I'm not trying to test you or anything, I'm just--"

He nods down to the little bundle in his arms.

"I'm not a man without enemies...I'm sure you know that."

*Tim gives a grin.*

I'm one fo them. My boss is the big bad wolf, one of my co workers is Anakin Skywalker. And no business means, even when Luthor walks through these doors, superman has to be polite, but so does luthor.

"Superman's here?"

A young version of him.

*Tim nods.*

Oh, and his clone too.

"His..."

He shakes his head and nods finally, careful not to wake the baby.

"Guess I've been pretty busy with things...no wonder I missed somethings."

He makes a vague gesture upwards. Stars and such.

He looks to Tim.

"So...any way out of this place?"

*Tim points behind jack.*

The door.

And he turns. And then shakes his head, blinking, and looks around.

"Nope. That's the door."

He points toward the lake door.

Congrats you are bound and cannot leave.

*Tim grins.*

The bar will give youa room key. Scuse me.

*an Tim ambles off.*

And he stands there, baby in his arms, and wonders what on Earth that's supposed to mean and how he's supposed to get get that key and what he's going to do...and he feels very very alone again.

Eris wanders over, and grins at the bebe.

"Hullo there."

He blinks up at her and a somewhat nervous but attempting to be easy smile lights his face.

"Hello. Um, would you happen to know how I could, uh, apparently get a room key for me and the kiddo? Seems I'm Bound or something. That Tim guy didn't really explain much about it, but seems I can't find the front door."

She points over to it again. "If you don't see it, it's a bit hard to go through it, yeah..." And she shrugs, with a polite smile.

"Did Tim manage to explain about the Bar? She's a lovely dear, I'm sure she wouldn't mind providing pretty much anything you needed..."

"Um, he said some things but not really. Told me the rules and about the dead people and everything, which gave me a bit of a scare, all things considered, but...not really."

He holds onto Kyle carefully, almost bobbling out the Cosmic Rod from the crook of his arm.

"And, uh, I'm gonna need a little help getting a seat so I don't skewer the kid while I set us down."

She chuckles a little.

"Easy, now... something tells me you'd probably not really want to drop either of those, and chances are you're not gonna trust someone you've just met with either of them either."

She gives him a smile, and waves over to the empty table a few feet away.

"Come on, let's have a seat, and I'll be good and explain the rules and all. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, maybe, or... or I can get something to eat for you from the bar, or something for the bebe...?"

"Uh, soda'd be good for me and the squirt here could do with a bottle of milk."

He walks over, putting Kyle down carefully onto the surface of the table before juggling the Cosmic Rod out from his elbow and putting it deep into the booth. He picks up Kyle a moment later and sits down, holding him close as he waits for her.

"Uh, thanks."

She returns after only a moment with raspberry tea - apple tea she can make herself, after all, but she's rather fond of Bar's raspberry tea - a soda, and a bottle of formula, because while breast milk would be best there are a few things even Eris does not wish to know, and the Bar's possible source for breast milk is one of them.

"It's not a problem, really. I was feeling kind of bored anyway... not quite in the mood to go to the party upstairs. Weird things going on with some of my family lately, you see."

She gives him a polite smile, setting soda and bottle down in front of him, and curls up on the bench opposite with her tea.

He nods, taking the bottle and presenting it to a just-waking Kyle Theodore Knight before looking at the soda longingly as he realizes he's out of hands. He's listening, and by the end, he gives her a faint nod.

"Yeah, family..."

Says the man sitting with a baby he's just recovered from his psychotic villaness mother just before losing his father.

Another slight smile.

"Anyway... how much did Tim cover...? The Bar herself is sentient, if you ask her for just about anything she'll give it to you, and run you up a tab if you don't pay as you go. Keep your personal business out of the bar, try to avoid violence because they don't really care for that much here... you don't want to piss off Death, so."