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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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( 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.

[ 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. ]

( 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. ]

From who? Name them without naming them if you'd rather.

( the comm, he means. who gave it to him. )

Same guy who gave me the knives. The one that's unavailable right now. I wouldn't be carrying it if it were from someone else.

[ Someone on the "outside." ]

Might be bugged. To keep an eye on you.

( after all, the lot of them seem to enjoy bugging things. and people.

turning down the corner and further into the dark alleyway, bruce seems to be walking towards nothing but damp, dark, alley, when he waves his hand in front of him and drops the shadows ahead of them...

...to reveal the batmobile waiting. )

[ Dick laughs. ] Of course it's bugged. He even tagged me with a tracker.

[ He tolerates it because he's used to it. His gear tends to be bugged back home for safety's sake. So that Bruce knows where he is if he's in trouble.

Dick frowns when Bruce waves his hand but then the shadows fall away and. ]

Is that the Batmobile?

Yeah.

( one of the things he found had come along with him when he'd discovered himself here. no bike, but. at least he's got the car. )

Don't even think about bugging it.

( it's said both as a joke and seriously at the same time, despite his knowing that the trackers are going to be something of the norm when it comes to all of them here with him.

approaching the car, he slides the door open on the drivers side. it's a heavy hitter of a car. dodge 69 charger, modified to hell and back with an engine that roars in the dark. )

[ He doesn't have his gear but Bruce has a car? Oh that's so unfair.

Dick snorts. ]

I have better ways of finding you if I need you.

[ He slips into the passenger seat. Sorry, did you not want him to come along? Too late. He whistles with appreciation but is smart enough not to fiddle with anything. He knows the ins and outs of his Bruce's Batmobile (even to the point of being able to drive it himself) but this one is definitely different. ]

( this one was intended just for him and as such, he's had to modify the passenger seat a bit so it's not full of parts and the like. since coming here, however, he's found he's needed to make a few adjustments, with more to come, he's sure.

he's not entirely surprised when dick just goes and slips his way into the passenger side, though he does take a moment to just stand there and stare before he gets into the driver's seat. )

Don't touch anything.

( it's said as the door comes to shut and, revving up the engine, he takes them out of the alleyway courtesy of the batmobile. )

[ Hey, he did say "Come on." He never dismissed Dick. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dick laughs again. ]

I know, I know. Wouldn't want to accidentally launch a rocket into a building or something.

( something about the way dick says that gets the faintest of smiles tugging at the corner of bruce's lips. as if the thought is a genuinely amusing one. )

Don't have a rocket.

( yet? )

But I'll keep it in mind.

( he's not exactly speeding down the streets. this isn't a chase after all. but he's not taking his time either. the engine loud and rambunctious behind them. )

Grapple hook is much more useful, if you're taking suggestions.

[ This car isn't great for stealth, but neither is the one back home. It's hard to have the right amount of horsepower and stay silent. Besides, if you're fast enough, noise doesn't always matter. ]

I’ll put it on the list.

( a smooth turn to come around a corner, he takes them down another dark street, staring ahead with the lights from all the buttons and screens he has inside the batmobile offering them light. )

Are you hungry or anything?

[ Dick lets out a quiet laugh.

With a wry smile: ] Are we going through a drive-through dressed like this?

Probably not a good idea.

( unless it were halloween maybe and even then.

they drive for a little longer until he ends up going down a bit of a slope, heading for a dark patch of shadows there stretched out across the road. a glance over to some of the controls there, he begins to speed up a little then. faster. faster. clocking in close to 100mph. he doesn't look away from the road — doesn't even glance over to dick.

racing for the stretch of shadows ahead, he plunges them into it and they seemingly disappear into the darkness, a strange sort of black sheen flowing around them, breaking out of it then and into what looks like an underground station of some sort.

tires hitting the ground hard, they bounce a little and bruce effortlessly swerves the car until it hits an abrupt stop, engine humming, before he shuts it off.

without saying anything, he pops the door up and slips out, expecting dick to follow. )

[ Dick pushes down his hood and takes off his glasses, but he's not seeing things. That unnatural darkness is there and Bruce is speeding right into it. Bruce wouldn't do something this reckless if he thought there was any kind of real danger, but Dick still braces himself.

And then they stop in an underground station. Dick blinks, a little perplexed. It reminds him a little of Jason's power over shadows.

He gets out of the car, looking around. ]

Is that your power? The one you got from the Confluence?

( no. he wouldn't put dick in such reckless danger. not willingly, at least.

a slight glance back to dick over his shoulder, he keeps walking. )

Seems like it.

( because he sure doesn't have any sort of superpowers back in gotham.

the station they're in is clearly abandoned and has all the telltale signs of having been so for some time now. flickering fluorescent lights hang above with a few extra strung along to give a little more light to the area he's walking towards, where there's a bit of a setup that's been done, though nothing in the way of the batcave he has in gotham or that dick might be used to.

his laptop is there on the table, open and running some sort of encrypted program, while power cords, screwdrivers, tools, and other things are all scattered across it. all of this looks very temporary, as if he might be gone should dick try and find this spot later.

standing there at the table, he pulls his cowl off and sighs, setting it down on the table. his hair's a mess [if cowl hair is a thing] and the black greasepaint around his eyes has smudged some, hands wrapped in white bandages after he removes his gloves which join his cowl there on the table. even without the paint smeared around his eyes, he looks tired. there's a chair there for dick to sit on if he wants, bruce reaching over across the table he's standing at for a briefcase of sorts that he drags closer, popping it open. pulling a few things out. )

[ Dick follows along, occasionally walking backwards so he can look around better. It's very bare, and their lack of resources are really emphasized here. He's gotten so used to the seemingly endless resources of Batman and the League.

(Don't become reliant on your tools. He's pretty sure Bruce said that once. And now he knows why.)

Dick doesn't sit-- he's feeling too antsy right now-- so instead he just stands across the table from Bruce. A polite but friendly distance.

The tired eyes and messy hair aren't an uncommon sight for him after a night's patrol in Gotham. Still, he doubts Bruce is anywhere near ready to go to sleep. ]

Can I do something to help?

( bruce gives only the faintest of glances up to dick there across from him, fiddling with something for a second or two longer before he holds it out for dick to take. )

Here.

( a batarang. one similar to the one on his chest and folds inwards as a means to carry it on yourself — tucked into a pocket or small compartment, for example.

he watches as dick takes it — figures he has experience with them, then reaches into his utility belt, pulling out a small tracker which he sets down on the table and pushes towards him. )

I want you to keep that. So if anything happens, I know where you are.

[ Dick turns the batarang over in his hands. It looks close enough to what he's used to that it wouldn't be a problem to use in a pinch.

It also makes him miss his Bruce for just a moment. He puts the batarang in his pocket and pushes the thought away.

When he picks up the tracker, he gives Bruce a half-grin. ]

Not gonna try to stick it on me when I'm not looking?

Not unless you give me a reason to.

( so he's willing to be honest about that. at least just this once.

looking down to the various things scattered across the table, he goes about unfastening and then removing his cape, draping it over the table before he steps away from it. boots still heavy. eyeing dick, he comes to stop then a little ways from the table, rubbing over the bandages wrapped around his hands. )

I want you to try and hit me.

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