trans_9 | May these shadows rise to walk again [Closed

One thing Bruce has learned over the years-- magically appearing from around corners is nowhere as dramatic as magically appearing in secure facilities.

"I wasn't going to let you," he replies, sidling up next to him. It would appear that he's finally shaved and done something to at least tidy his hair.

He adds, "But I appreciate the heads up."

Dick reaches up, pulling the mask off and rubbing his eyes. He doesn't often take it off around the ship. Not without good reason, at least. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he replies, smiling a little sardonically before nodding toward the building across the road. "He's in there, near as I can tell."

"It's not my confidence in you that you should be concerned about," he replies, surveying the building. He's having a hard time convincing himself that the safest way in is through the door.

"This is your 'case'," Bruce has obviously been speaking to Leon, "Lead the way."

Dick can't help but chuff out a small laugh at that, tucking the mask away in the pocket that the suit provides.

He really tries not to think about that much.

Nodding, he straightens fully and starts across the street. He does glance through the windows, careful not to leave himself open. Nor does he open the door straight away, instead checking it out carefully before pushing it open. From the side. It's not that he doesn't trust Jason, but...well, Jason did already shoot him once. He's not taking any chances.

Once he's convinced it's all right for the moment, he nods to Bruce and moves into the hallway. "Jason?" he calls out, staying to the side of the hall and keeping track of Bruce as best he can.

Bruce slips in behind Dick, his eyes already rolling over every detail. He moves into the mouth of the closest door, checking the room before nodding the all clear to Dick.

The longer the silence lasts, the harder his face becomes.

Jason should have really been paying better attention. Sure he was positive that Dick would be coming to find him. But the older man he hadn't been expecting. In fact he'd pretty much convinced himself that he'd been seeing things when he had spotted him dealing with Tim. But now, he couldn't pretend any longer.

He stepped out of the only room with a light source, he was glad he'd hid everything he had away. Wouldn't want Dickie to turn it over to Mr. Kennedy.

"At least tell me you went to see a medic Dickie, if not I might have to shoot you again then drag you there." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. His glare was directed at only one person, Bruce.

"You got some nerve coming to face me old man. And you best have a good reason for it, or I might chance my mind about not shooting anyone else."

"You don't see me limping, do you?" Much, at least. Still not entirely up to scratch, but a hell of a lot better than he was doing when Jason had last seen him.

Dick moved forward, not quite between Jason and Bruce but not far off. Mostly making sure Jason didn't shoot Bruce. Not at the moment, at least. "I have to take you in, Jason."

Bruce has half a mind to step between Jason and Dick, himself. Dick had already been shot once, after all. It was someone else's turn to take a bullet.

"Nerve isn't one of the things I have to work on, Jason."

Jason shook his head. Yeah so he saw that coming. Everyone else who had been trying to kill that stupid thing, had found themselves in a cell. But Jason had split before he'd even been seen, except by Dick of course. He shook his head.

"I didn't try to kill the whatever it was, so you can tell you Captain or whatever to shove it up his ass. I ain't being arrested for something I didn't fucking do." He glared at Dick for a second before glancing back at Bruce, narrowing his eyes.

"As the we all know how much the universe hates me, why don't we see if it gives me some good news. What's the last thing you remember Dad?

Dick raised an eyebrow, managing a bit of a smile. "Actually, I think Kennedy is more pissed off about you shooting me." Which Jason already admitted to having done. "Look, I've spoken up for you as much as I can. It's the shooting they really want you in for." Even though Leon would probably still try to keep him in for coming in on Sam's side.

He looked between the other two, not at all certain how to handle that one.

Men inventing the wheel, Jason. Thanks for asking.

"That's not important right now," he replies evasively, "What is important is getting you to stand down before they kill you."

And, more than likely, you kill most of them in the process.

"You think I'm afraid to die again? Please. I'd be more pissed that they'd try to kill me for shooting Dick, than anything else." He glared, oh yes he knows Bruce is avoiding the question. Which means that the universe hates me a whole lot. He looked back over to Dick and frowns.

"So you bring me in, and I get charged with shooting you. That's it. If he brings up this, whatever it was, I walk. Well I walk and break someones jaw in the process."

"Nobody's dying here." Dick can't say that about what happened before they got on the ship, of course. But he's doing his best to ignore that.

It's not really working, but he's trying, damn it.

"He has a point, though. Kennedy doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who would hesitate to kill someone he considers a threat to the crew." Dick didn't move closer, but he did open up his stance a bit. "And there's too much going on to get caught up in our own issues. There's too much at stake. Too many lives in the balance.

"You don't have to like us, Jason. Hell, you barely even have to tolerate us." Which might hurt, but it was better than the alternative. "But please. Stand down and come in with me."

Bruce doesn't say anything. Why bother? If Jason didn't listen to what Dick just said, he wasn't going to listen to much more. He just looks at Jason and feels sorry. For everything.

Jason doesn't like those looks he's getting from Bruce. But he ignores them to look back at Dick. He knew that he couldn't take the two of them unarmed. And there was no way he'd get far if Leon Kennedy had sent them. He shook his head, he did hate it when Dick was right.

"Fine. Can you promise me a cell next to Timmy?" He couldn't help the smirk even as he came forward, his hands up. They could check him if he wanted, they wouldn't find his knife or guns. Sadly for him, but he didn't want to ruin any chances he had. It could very well be his last.

"Umm, no. I'm trying to keep people from getting killed here." And somebody might just shoot Jason to shut him up if he was near Tim. He nodded, moving closer. "Just need to pat you down real quick."

Not too quick, but enough to know that Jason's not packing. Which makes him relax. Marginally.

"Though we'll try to get ahold of a mug so that you can rap it against the bars," Bruce conceeds.

"Oh that's cute old man." He glares slightly at Dick and then at Bruce. "So no Timmy then? Even if I promise to be on my best behavior?" He didn't want to sit in a freaking cell all by himself. Surrounded by stupid people who'd done the idiotic thing like follow a moron into a fight they'd never win.

Hey at least he'd went in knowing they were going to loose. Plus he only wanted to deal with Dick, and he did.

"Don't encourage him." Which one he's talking to is anybody's guess. But probably both. Dick shook his head, straightening. "Does your best behavior involve not needling Tim? Because if so, I might not oppose it."

"I wouldn't put him in the cells near Tim regardless," he adds, "I've seen nightclubs that are more secure."

How Bruce knows such a thing... well, Dick can probably guess. At least he's not humming Folsom Prison Blues.

"Oh come on. Close to Tim then? It's not like they can keep us in there for long. Shit goes wrong on this crap heap every other day. The bars might just disappear one day or something." And man wouldn't that just be cool for him. But he's not actually expecting it to happen.

"I'm not sure what the cell situation is at the moment," Dick admitted, then shook his head. "I can't promise much of anything." Kennedy was in charge of that. He could make suggestions, but who knew what would happen?

"Of course, if you ever want to see Kennedy's eyes bug out, tell him what age you where when you started as Robin." Dick's still not mentioned his age, but it's almost funny watching his reaction to Tim.

Bruce saunters back towards the door, but not before arching an eyebrow in response to Dick's last comment, "And try to leave my name out of it when you do."

Jason stares at the two of them for a minute before shaking his head. Well at least it was sure to be entertaining. To say the least.

"Yeah I'll be sure to tell him the age I died at and then crawled out of my own grave. Bet that'll make his head spin."

Dick winces. Okay, yeah, that one was pretty well deserved. Apparently trying to lighten the mood was not going to work right now. "Okay, maybe not, then."

This is just going to go so well. Maybe he should just go beat his head against the wall now and beat the rush.

Bruce makes an audible noise of distaste from outside.

"Take your time, Dick," he calls irately, "I'm sure we're both happy to listen to this for another hour or two."

"You know I could make this difficult for the both of you." He glared towards where Bruce's voice came from and then looked towards Dick. "Old man hasn't changed at all... any idea what time frame he comes from?" Jason needed to know, before he went anywhere. It would drive him insane if he didn't find out.

"Well, I'm grateful that you aren't." No need for any of this to be harder than it absolutely had to be. And Dick had a feeling that Jason absolutely could make it difficult on everybody involved.

At the question, though, he shook his head. "After me and after the current Crisis is about all I have it narrowed down to." The not shaving and generally being unkempt, Dick was putting down to having been out of the pods for a while before they'd finally met. "I haven't asked." He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Causality. I tell you and the nature of reality as we know it could change," Bruce replies.

Mental note-- when he gets back, he's going to make everyone sit down with Rip Hunter and let him explain why that's a really, really bad idea.

He raises an eye brow at hearing Bruce and shakes his head. Well that was a bust. He'd have to see if he could get it out of someone from their future, if one ever showed up. He sighs and moves towards the door.

"Well as I'm completely out of ideas on how to stall, shall we go? Or does Dickie need to frisk me once more?" And yes the smirk is a bit more evil than it probably should be. Seeing as he really isn't hiding anything. But he loved to push Dick's buttons.

That was good, because Dick's just about to start moving them out, anyway. So Jason stopping the stalling was a good thing.

He rolls his eyes though, following Jason and keeping an eye on him. "I don't need to frisk you again. Not even if you ask nicely." Hey, two could play at that game.

Bruce just sighs. None of this was in the parental books.

There's a lot that Bruce has to deal with that's not in any parental books. And Jason smirks as then head outside, hey so he was going to jail. He was going with a smile because, he knew he had been a dick. He shot his brother in the leg, and was going to sit in a cell for what a week? Like it'd last.

"You know, I bet this is going to be much better than sitting in this dump. I'll even have company." His smirk widens a bit more.

Okay, that went entirely too easily. Which makes Dick eye Jason for a few moments as he follows. Ignoring any ache in his leg because that's really just how he has to roll here.

"Well, it'll be different, at least. And at least the waiting is over." Because Jason had to know that they'd be coming to find him eventually. "Though I can't promise it'll be too exciting. But I'll probably drop in and say hi when I'm in the building." Which was probably far more often than he had any right to be, especially with Tim in the cells.

Really, this was how it should have gone when Jason came back. How it might have if the world hadn't gone to hell and back before Dick could track Jason down and talk. Maybe it wouldn't have, even if things had been settled, but there should have been a chance.

Bruce falls in beside Dick. It certainly was far too easy, which is precisely why he'd be paying Brainy a follow-up visit to ensure he keeps an eye out for Jason on the camera grid no one is supposed to know about.

"If only Alfred could see us now."

May these shadows rise to walk again [Closed - Before the podpop]

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