The Purple Room of Questions & Answers
The moon light sky illuminated the cities and towns below making the lights that casted shadows on the streets pop out among the darkness of the night.Water rained down from the gray darkened clouds hitting the sidewalks and umbrellas.As the drops of rain hit the window of an apartment a raven hair boy turned his head to look at the window following one of the drops as it slitter. The drop once out of view the boy seemed to break the trance looking at his alarm clock that sat by one of his bedside tables which read 3:00 am the boy Timothy Jackson Drake got up from his desk chair he'd been sitting on since getting back from patrolling Gotham City deciding it would be a wise choice to get some sleep having a Wayne Enterprise meeting in 4 hours. He had gotten ready for bed the moment he had gotten back not needing to do anything else for the moment he flopped onto his bed. Overcome with sleep he was overcome with darkness and a surreal feeling of floating. In his mind he thought it was a good idea that he decided to take a nap if he was this delirious to be having an out of body experience. His thoughts and sleep were interrupted as felt drop onto a hard surface. Letting out a groan he opened his eyes to find himself on a hardwood floor. The last time he had checked his room didn't have any carpets the color of Spoilers suit.
As his eyes cleared and refocused to the light that was shining into the room he got a more explicit look of the room. He had been dropped by a window seat that had the same color of purple as the carpet but had a more velvety look. Turning his head he saw a bed well made with dark purple sheets and a white comforter and pillows. The frame of the bed was of a dark brown wooden color that had velvet curtains around it tied to the posts. Scanning the room it looked to be a standard room in a manor before he could process what he was seeing he heard a knock on the door. Staying as quiet as he could moved to place himself between an arm chair that faced the bed and one of the walls that ran by the window seat. Crouching down he heard a noise from the outside ‘’Ah shit it had not disturbed sign’’ what sounded like a woman's voice whispered before hurley footsteps moved away from the door.
Waiting a few seconds making sure the woman or anyone else was nearby Tim started to uncurled until a black handbag catched his eye.Going back to the position he was in before he grabbed the bag that had sat on the arm chair. Carefully opening the bag and looking inside it he found some red lipstick,eyeliner and other beauty products before finding a wallet. Opening it he found different credit cards and finally some cash. Putting the cash aside Tim continued to look through the back opening every sipper he saw as to find a clue to where the hell he was and maybe if he was lucky how he ended up there, there being where ever the fuck he was at. Up until the last pocket he had found not a single clue except that he was in a lodge somewhere in fucking Russia how he got there reminded a mystery to him. On his last pocket he found five different passports all from different countries. Two red that had USSR on them ‘’the fuck’’ Tim mouthed as he put them aside taking out the other 3. One was a french passport, another was a US passport and lastly a Brazilian passport. With all the passports laid out in front of him Tim made up his mind and took one of the Russian passports.
The passport belonged to Nikolay Sokolov. Turning the page he quickly closed the passport ‘’oh my god, oh my god. oh my god’’ repeated Tim as he tried to calm down. Once calmed, letting out a deep breath he reopened the passport. On the information page there pasted was a photograph of him in black and white with a 1950s haircut and a USSR uniform. Taking his eyes off the picture he moved on to the words that stated that Tim or Sokolov was born on 3/15/1955 in Moscow the capital of Russia. Tim decided to go through the other passports as well the other Russian passport was issued to a woman named Tatiana Savin and to no one's surprise it was a photo of him as a woman only a few years older than Nik (Tim decided to nickname them as these peoples names where to fucking long and he needed to speed things up)only being in 1952. The other three belonged to Jean-Paul Clauzier, Rosemary Jones, and Nadir Costa.
After much thinking and consideration as Tim put all the things he took out back into the bag he decided it was time for him to move. He wouldn't get answers he very much deserved by just sitting around. Getting up he realized he was still in his pajamas looking around he saw the oak wood closet by the bathroom. Opening the closet he quickly closed it as soon as he saw what looked like a dead businessman falling out of the closet. ‘’Well shit I think I killed him or like this universe version of me’’ Tim said looking at the closet standing at its side with two hands on his hips.
Tim had fairly quickly figured out he was in a time travel situation or alternative universe by the context of the bag. The broshare for the lodge had the year printed on it. Apparently the hotel was celebrating its 20th birthday, Good for them I guess Tim had taught when he read it. Then with the passports there was no way he was in the past and it eliminated that option. With a heavy sight he looked up to the ceiling and just as he was putting it down he saw a leather duffel bag sitting on top of the closet. ‘’Bingo’’ Tim said as he jumped to take the bag down.
After a few tries he finally got it down, setting it on the bed and opening it. The inside was dark chocolate color to contrast the light brown from the outside. With a little bit of rummaging around he found some striped trousers, a black long sleeve turtleneck and a dark royal blue vest that stopped just a bit below his waist. After getting some shoes on he tucked away his pajamas in the duffel bag. Grabbing the duffel bag and making sure he grabbed the other bag from the armchair and tucked that away as well he did one last check, checking nothing useful was left behind. Once assured he went to the door and opened it.
''Hey''
''What took you so long''