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( open ) and what's the worst you take

Who: Bruce Wayne/Batman

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What: July Catch-all, Bruce assimilating to things, Batman being Batman
When: Throughout July, some August things too
Where: Primarily Central City, will mention otherwise
Content Warnings: TBD but let's just say Bruce being Bruce and Batman being Batman.

BRUCE or BATMAN

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( maybe he can't. he certainly feels a crushing wave of empathy for those who end up like him. orphaned. but he's still not there yet. he's too much batman and not enough bruce. )

I haven't been here that long.

( he's funny. )

[ His eyes widen slightly with faint surprise. ]

Someone has a big mouth.

[ Jason. It’s Jason. Although there’s an alternative, Tim supposed. ]

Or you’ve already met my parents. I never thought the family resemblance was that strong.

[Jason rolls his eyes. Right. Bruce's sense of humor is also dry as hell]

No shit. We couldn't tell.

["We" meaning the whole dang flock]

( alfred deals more with wayne affairs and personal meetings currently. bruce only shows up when he's forced to... or he needs to go undercover as batman. )

Can you do a favor for me?

Then you're not doing a very good job with surveillance.

( again, it's dry. he knows it's sarcasm, but he's only dishing back what he's being given. again, this bruce is younger. he's not as collected with his emotions. at least not when it comes to jason... the jasons. they're... too similar in certain ways.

reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the tracker he'd found, and tosses it over to jason. )

Think that's yours.

I’m not agreeing to a favor that I haven’t heard yet.

[ He’s not that stupid, jeez. People only ask for the favor to be done before naming the favor when they think they’ll be turned down. Bruce would make it an order if he could. ]

[ Dick is doing something similar. Or at least he'd say he was. Part of it is getting the lay of the land, part of it is that staying in the safehouse all the time would drive him insane.

He's not shocked to see Batman in a street brawl, but his movements are more aggressive than they've been in years. Instead of being efficient, he seems to be taking out anger on them. Dick sighs to himself.

He spots the thugs coming around the corner and decides to give Bruce a hand... and perhaps save them from an unnecessarily severe beating.

Silently, he jumps down from the fire escape he's been hanging out on and slams his entire body weight onto the back of two of them. They crumple and hit the ground with a groan. A third lunges at Dick, who just sighs and side-steps. The third thug tries to dart at him again, but Dick just disarms him this time. The knife clatters to the concrete and Dick uses the man's momentum against himself, throwing him to the ground.

Dick grabs their weapons in case they try to get up anytime soon and tosses them in a dumpster. He dusts his hands off dramatically. ]

You know, I think they got the message, Batman.

[ Dick's dressed in all black with the hood of his hoodie up and dark glasses on his face. His voice is pitched a little lower but still maintains that playful lilt to it. ]

[Jason catches the tracker, unsurprised Bruce noticed it or left it undamaged]

Landed one on you in the first place, didn't I?

( why do all his kids have such sass?

well, if he wants to talk to batman, then. that's fine. being bruce is still weird for him.

pulling his backpack down from his shoulder, he yanks down the zipper and reaches inside, producing a phone which he holds out for tim to take. it's not the one he'd been given upon arrival here. probably a burner. )

I need you to download everything you know about this place into this. Give it to me when we see each other next.

( because he knows that's going to happen. )

Or maybe I let you.

( it takes a second for him to notice the assist dropping in but, when he does, it's met with a fleeting flash of surprise on his face. his assist is young, small... and not at all dressed in ways that could protect him from being shot at or stabbed unexpectedly. )

What're you doing here?

( his voice is low — a growl, grabbing one of the thugs by the back of the collar there in the floor and dragging him off to the side, throwing him atop another already down and out for the count. )

[And there goes that temper rising up again. God, how is it that Bruce can keep getting under his skin even when he doesn't know him?]

Do us a favor and look over the psycho's internet postings when you start building his file here. I'm guessing yours is already Arkham and has a body count. He won't stop.

[ Oh he knows that tone of voice. Bruce is pissed. He winces. ]

I was in the area and I saw the brawl from the rooftop.

( he's still high from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. natural adrenaline from the fight, not from the injections he has in his utility belt.

steps heavy from the boots he wears, he eyes dick through the black greasepaint beneath his mask, kicking one of the thugs down who tries to get himself up. out cold. )

What're you wearing?

( he's seen the others. they have suits. this? this is not a suit. this is him throwing on whatever he can to use as a disguise and call it a night. )

( he's a natural at it.

the advice given gets him to pause though, because he knows exactly who he's talking about and it's a concern he has, both here and back in gotham, even with his own locked up currently. )

No. He won't.

[ He sighs. Not having his gear really does suck. ]

What I have. I know, it's not exactly impressive.

[Jason's scowl further deepens]

Last year he got one of us. Made a fucking show out of it and posted it everywhere. There was a rescue but the sick fuck is still out there. If you really understand that he won't stop, then you better have a better solution than the B we know.

[Jason won't say it out loud while they're in public but he hopes Bruce gets what he means by "a better solution."]

( again, he eyes him as he moves another unconscious thug over to join the pile. kneeling down, he starts to search them. )

Does he know you've got this?

( he being jason. he's not about to name him out here on the streets after all. )

Doubtful. He's incommunicado right now.

[ He didn't specify to Dick what he was doing, but Dick has his suspicions. ]

It's not like I need anything specialized to take down a few street thugs. What're you looking for?

( that gets him to sigh to himself. dammit, jason. he doesn't look up to dick. rather, he keeps searching. one after another. )

Information.

( a quick flip through a wallet, a glance at a phone, he stands after a moment, tossing the wallet down atop one of the thugs.

moving away, he approaches dick — a glance given to him, then keeps going. )

Come on.

[The kid manages not to try hiding behind said bō while he finds himself under the dark figure's scrutiny. He blinks at the compliment, which at least helps him relax just a tiiiiny bit.]

Oh, thanks. And um...you're...pretty good with the whole beatdown thing- you probably had this all under control so sorry for jumping in..?

[ Dick follows along, walking just a few steps behind Bruce. He doesn't ask where they're going-- the question is often unnecessary. ]

I think those guys have been knocking over liquor stores in the area. I doubt they'd have any info on the heavy-hitters in the area.

[ Jason-- the owner of the bar-- he'd have some knowledge, but that's not for Dick to say. ]

[ There had been a hope, however foolish, that the favor might be anything besides an information exchange.

But no, when Bruce is in one of his downswings, curiosity takes a backseat to method and drive. Why should it be anything other than Robin, report.

Tim pockets the phone. He’ll debate what to share on it later, but he can at least get him access to WOM.bat. He’s definitely not getting Loki’s multiversal map.

(Tim won’t be responsible for kickstarting new obsessions.)

From another pocket, Tim pulls out what looks like a small Bluetooth earpiece and offers it to Bruce. ]

It’s the definition of bugged, but if you need information while you wait. Or backup.

[ Tim’s going to swing by the nest and limit the shit out of this comm, including preventing direct communication to Jason and Jay until they say otherwise, but it’s the thought that counts? ]

Edited 2023-07-03 16:55 (UTC)

( he leads dick down another alleyway that's a little ways from where the brawl had been. sticking to the shadows, of course. )

Don't assume.

( you'd be surprised what people see and hear on the streets. )

What do you have on you?

( since he's clearly without a suit. )

[ He resists the urge to laugh. He might be new at this, but he's very much Batman. ]

Knives and a comm.

[ It doesn't sound like much, but he's trained to work with less. ]

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