Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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[goddamnwingman]

Dick had his omnicomm out, working on lists. Mostly pertaining to his team, but also to the Outsiders and what powered kids were on the ship and where the next place to concentrate reconstruction efforts might be. There were also lists of questions about the Ohm and whether they could trust their new found 'allies'.

In other words, Dick was multi-tasking like a pro. While still paying attention to who was coming through the door.

[reallyiscrazy.livejournal.com]

Jason yawned as he followed Dick around. He really didn't get why he was here, but hey, maybe he'd get lucky and someone he actually cared about would show. But the seeing as he cared about fewer than ten people in the world, that was looking slim. Not to mention that most of the people where already on board. Who else could... Jason stopped and blinked a bit. Had he just seen who he thought he saw?

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

The first person Damian noticed was Grayson. Wonderful, he's not alone. The second person he notices is Jason. And Grayson isn't nearly as guarded as he should be. Damian should clearly be Batman if Grayson's going to be this careless.

"Grayson! Behind you!" he shouts, then pulls out his sword and rushes at Jason.

[goddamnwingman]

Dick wasn't guarded because he really didn't have to be. Jason was there and watching his back. The only people he might have trusted more, or at least as much, were Bruce and Tim.

Still, the shout caught him by surprise, making him drop the omnicomm to the nearest table to clear his hands and turned, dropping into a fighting stance.

And blinked when the only person he saw was Jason. "Wait, what?"

[reallyiscrazy.livejournal.com]

Jason wanted to slam his head into something hard. Where the hell did the kid get a damn sword? Why the hell did Stacy let him have a damn sword? He shook his head and set his own fighting stance, wanting so badly to just reach for his gun, but instead he just held out his fists.

"You little snot! Damn Stacy couldn't even get this right. We need heroes, but pip squeak wannabes." And Jason knows that insulting the brat wasn't going to help matters, but oh well.

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

"If we need heroes, you shouldn't be here," Damian growled. He looked over at Grayson. "We can take him easily enough. Is there some sort of jail on this thing?"

[goddamnwingman]

Dick blinked, putting it together quickly enough. Oh man, this was NOT what he needed right now. "Damian, right?" he asked, straightening and putting himself between the boy and Jason. "There's a lot of stuff happening here you don't know about."

Not touching the jail thing. Just because Jason had already been in it...

[reallyiscrazy.livejournal.com]

Jason rolled his eyes and relaxed. If Dick was going to stand up for him, good. The brat can see that Jason isn't the enemy here, at least not right now. He had to get back into the family, then he can beat the snot out of the kid as much as he wanted. And he was sure Tim would help. Mutual enemy.

"Yeah that's our resident Batbrat. Don't you just want to punch his little face in. Here how about I do the honors."

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

Damian rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to save your life, Grayson. Since you don't seem to care about how easily he could attack you from here. If you don't want to get your hands dirty, you can leave him to me."

[goddamnwingman]

"I know exactly how easy he could attack me from there," Dick said. "I also know that he won't." Jason had already done that, after all. "Nobody's punching anybody's face in. Or skewering them. Or shooting them. Try it and I will take you down, family or not."

He was going to treat Jason like family. And Damian too. Kind of. Eventually. Right now, that meant laying down a few rules. "You're new here, Damian, so I'll let it slide. You don't know what's going on. For one, I'm not the Dick Grayson you remember."

[reallyiscrazy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah this Dickie's so much better. Doesn't have a huge stick up his ass for one." He grinned a bit towards Dick. He was glad to see him acting like the older brother. And was glad to see him treating him like family. Now if he could get Bruce and Tim to do the same he'd be all set.

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

"Shut up, Todd," Damian snapped. "What are you talking about, Grayson? Explain. Who are you, if not you?"

[goddamnwingman]

"Now is really not the time, Jason." Especially with that sword in the kid's hands. Dick had no doubt he knew how to use it, considering what Jason had told him about the boy's upbringing. And possibly he wouldn't hesitate to try going for Jason THROUGH Dick. "Well, for one, the last thing I remember, the world was trying to come to an end around our ears. Again. 'Haven'd been nuked and Batman sent me to try getting the heroes together to deal with the Crisis. I was on my way to the Titans Tower when I woke up here."

He's still not entirely convinced that his memories have been properly futzed with.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Once Picard finishes speaking, Indigo decides it's time. She doesn't doubt the man, but she still wants to hear it verified by someone she knows and trusts. And, out of the entire crowd, only Nightwing fits that description.

So she finds herself threading her way through the crowd, making her way towards her teammate. She doesn't call out, she trusts that he will be able to see her coming.

[goddamnwingman]

After Jason and Damian go their separate ways, he sits down in one of the chairs, ignoring the pulse of from it and the suit as he picks up his omnicomm again and starts entering names again.

He looks up just in time to catch sight of the rather striking girl heading his direction. He straightens up, putting on his game face. "Indigo," he says, nodding toward her.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo stops in front of him and clasps her hands behind her back. "Nightwing," She greets, nodding politely. "Captain Picard. Is he telling the truth?"

She's never been one to dance around the subject.

[goddamnwingman]

No, she hasn't. That's actually kind of refreshing at the moment. Dick reaches up, rubbing his eyes through his mask. "As far as we know, yes. We don't have any independent corroboration, though. For the moment, we're operating on the assumption that it is true, however."

Plan for the worst, hope for the best. He's done that since he can remember.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"I see." Now she's got to consider these things. She'll do that while she talks to Nightwing, though. "From the looks of things, you've been on board this ship for a while. Is there anything I should know?"

[goddamnwingman]

"A bit, yeah. A few months, though it's hard to keep track of time here." Dick sits back, watching but not being overt about it. "Right now, we're in a bit of a lull between crises. You missed the zombies."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

She nods. Okay. And with the zombies, it's hard not to give off a little smile. "I never liked Night of the Living Dead as much as Shift." She thought it was corny and overdone. "It's good to see that at least one of the Outsiders is here, though. Are there any others?"

[goddamnwingman]

"Believe me, when you're hip deep in them, nobody is a fan of Night of the Living Dead." Seriously, Dick was in that damned sonic shower for an hour afterward getting that crud off. He shook his head slowly. "No. None of the other Outsiders. Batman and Robin are here. Some of the younger heroes." He pauses. "No, wait. Captain Boomerang? Is apparently an Outsider sometime in the near future. The younger one, I mean."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

She chuckles a bit at the first, but falls silent at the bad news. "...With at least two of us here, and more heroes from our world, there are very good odds that everyone else is in those pods. Until we find a way to scan them, however, we will just have to cross our fingers."

[goddamnwingman]

Dick nods. "We've been told that other heroes and our loved ones are in those pods. So I'm sure that our teammates are in there somewhere." And Alfred. He had to believe that. "We've been told that it might be possible for our worlds to be restored once the Ohm are out of the picture, but nobody's pinning their hopes on that too much."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"I think it would be better to think that way," she comments. "After all. With as many pods as Stacy has, with as many different worlds, I don't think that everyone would be able to stay on one world. If we treat it like our worlds will return, others might not worry so much."

[goddamnwingman]

He smiled a bit at that. No mirth or happiness, but a smile. "Can't help it. I'm a bit too much of a pragmatist to really take it to heart." Blame Batman. "I'm hoping so, though. I was in the middle of a fight to keep the world in one piece. I'd really hate for that to have been a waste."