Off the Record

[asterful]

Now Dick is all for undercover operations. No one can ever say that Grayson isn't a team player. He is all for the playing on the team! But this is a new direction he never thought his life would take. At least he's still a handsome devil even in... in a skirt. He lifted it off a classmate from the locker rooms a few days earlier (that had been an adventure all its own). Underwear was easier to get on his own, especially when seeing the clerk's face. Hey, what can he say he's a very supportive and open-minded brother for his sick sister.

Dashing around in spandex from head to toe chronically, this skirt thing is a whole new sensation for him in the breezy bathroom air. It's all so open and revealing! Man, how do girls wear this? Every part of him feels exposed. And these panties are barely holding him together! He stands like a man too, and it ruins the whole image. Dick has to remember to pull his legs in, keep one bent at the knee with his foot pressed against his other heel. Much better. This time he keeps his shades off. Everyone likes a pair of baby blues and Dick's got ones that'll pull in any old pervert.

"Alright, I'm feeling it. Feeling the aster." Usually he doesn't need to pump himself up, but this isn't a usual mission. Hell, this isn't any kind of mission. It's nuts, completely reckless, but there's no one else who can pull it off. Not the other members and certainly not the Justice League. He's on his own to put this despicable pet ring out of business. Giving himself one last look in the mirror, he checks what little gear he can get away with bringing. He has a tranquilizing spray and a case for the drug once he gets his hands on a sample, both disguised as cosmetics.

Now it's just a matter of sneaking out, which is, of course, no problem at all. Neither Miss Martian nor Superboy is registered in any of the public spaces. Quietly, he sneaks out through the main entrance toward the zeta portals.

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[wonderboys]

[ This high up on Gotham's dark skyline the wind is cutting right through worn holes in what's left of his uniform. Perched as he is, Robin can smell the scabbing blood across an open knee. No dignified cape would be caught dead in something this rag tag, but it's all he has for now. Alfred tried to toss it discretely, but Dick talked him out of it. He claimed he wanted to keep it for sentimental reasons, but really he still needed something to hunt in.

It's eerie to see how much and how little has changed from one world into another. It's the small things that have culminated into a brighter, more vivacious Gotham city. They both are molded by the fear of Batman, but his was a toxic fear that did little to build any beauty. Then again it's only him--was only him and Batman. This one has all of his Robins helping to the cull the criminal underworld. They seem to be doing okay. Then again he's only met himself, so of course he knows that one is doing their job well. But this "Red Hood" is another matter. He's a replacement for the original, just what does that say about him? ]

[prodige]

[ it says less about jason that it does about batman, who was the one who offered the position to a brat he caught stealing tires off the batmobile. saving people complex and all that. he'd wanted to save jason from himself, and hadn't succeeded.

bruce had let dick make the call, which was probably smart because jason had nothing to say to bruce wayne or batman. the details had been sparse but impossible to ignore: alternate reality, younger versions, a robin that needed help. and as much as jason would like to deny it, he wouldn't turn his back entirely on any of the little birds.

the message had implied that there was going to be a rendezvous arranged, preferably somewhere neutral. jason isn't expecting a boy in a shredded robin costume to simply show up one day in his territory, interrupting his patrol. he doesn't know if the kid is trying to do some early recon (smart, actually) or he ran off on his own in an arbitrary direction or if he's here to challenge jason. he thinks about contacting dick, and doesn't. first impressions are important.

the boy... looks like dick. the old dick. replica perfect, everything jason's ever seen from the old files and pictures of robin the boy wonder. it's eerily like stepping back in time. what little is left of the costume looks accurate, too, right down to the green panties and pixie boots, and jason knows the kid has to be freezing.

he could ambush him, he supposes. he could pull that shock and awe bullshit, drop down behind him and scare the crap out of him. let him know what he's dealing with. he's still mulling it over when three punks manage to corner a guy in an alley down below, closing in on him with pipes and brass knuckles. looks like a gang dispute rather than an innocent citizen getting mugged, which makes no difference to jason. the gangs in this territory work for him. he swoops down to get involved, figuring the boy will either get his money's worth for a show or possibly jump in to join him. ]

[wonderboys]

[ Shock and awe is a little wasted on him. After his first "car ride" with the Batman and the several days starving and scrounging around in the darkness of his cold cave, Robin's a little over anything too shocking. His partner is a lot less predictable when it comes to his lessons in horror, and it's made Robin less sensitive and sympathetic to other people.

Case-in-point? The men below. He follows quietly down the building's fire exit to get a better angle. His concern isn't for the victim, but the men preying on him. Usually with Batman at his side he doesn't need to worry so much about his devil may care approach to crime fighting. He's usually a convenient distraction or finisher since he's never been formally trained by him. But now he has other skills. They started as an attempt to win back his good graces, but that ship has sailed. Maybe he can wow the spandex off the new guy instead.

Robin waits in the shadows as they grow bigger, sucking up every particle of light in the alley. It bleeds across the perpetrators like a thick ink. Only one notices right away and tries to back out of the yawning mouth that's swallowing the alley. The others are too busy keeping the Red Hood at bay to see what's coming. ]

[prodige]

[ jason might not have noticed the shifting shadows if he hadn’t been waiting for something to happen. that was definitely left out of the report, and he recognizes shit he doesn’t want to fuck with when he sees it. magic is still a little bit of a sore spot to him, although that might be a lingering echo of bruce’s dislike for it.

he kicks one of the thugs neatly into the growing shadows and uses him as a springboard, firing off a line to pull himself up to the fire escape before the ground is entirely swallowed up. he crouches there, watching, while the thugs figure out that something’s wrong and start yelling in fear. jason isn’t about to offer an escape to any of these assholes, but he does want to see what the new kid has in mind. magic-users are unpredictable. ]