As far as human experiences go, murder investigations aren’t exactly something that Belladonna is practiced at, let alone investigations begun by the plea of a dead man. So as the various members of Robin Co. volunteer themselves for roles to track the trail of blood, conduct studies on the corpse, and hunt for clues, Belladonna is content to stick to the sidelines and watch.
But after a conversation about whether or not he is compensated for his occasional work, he’s left wondering if he’s expected to help here. Surely not. He is not one of them, he’s never tried to be. It’s still surprising to him that Angel insists on paying him, like he’s… some kind of person.
And yet. They involve him in the conversation like he is part of the group. It’s perplexing. And it leads to Belladonna seeking Angel out, eyes narrowed, a thin slice of gold and pure vexation. “Am I to be assigned a role in this job?” he asks, a shallow veneer of politeness only barely covering… everything else. “It seems all other members have so eagerly jumped upon it.”
A system diagnostic flashes in front of Angel’s eyes, determining if his implants were working at their fullest capacity, a reflex held over from multiple jobs done for Robin. It’s never fun, the bright words simply blurring his vision and the sense that he just woke up after it’s done. He catalogs the experience in his mind, to turn over and deal with at some future point in time, but now, they’re going to have to work.
“You’re coming with me, Beedee.” Angel replies, a smile on his face and in his words as the metal inside him whirs. Considering the fact that a corpse just dropped in front of them, he should be worried, or at the very least disturbed, but he’d lived a life, however short, full of worse things. A dead man is hardly something that he should blink at.
“Eyes caught something off to the side, possibly someone who did it, or a witness, but I’d rather catch them sooner rather than later, if you catch my drift. Who knows? If it was the killer, that’d be an easy way to get the money, right?” Now that he said it, it would probably be more trouble than it’s worth, but he won’t think about that for now. “Do you mind tagging along? It’d be helpful to have some extra muscle on the job.”