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@jaybixd
He saw her shadow before anything else, and it took some missed turns and dead ends before he finally caught up to her. The way she ran, the way she dressed... it was an insult. Taking his bo out but keeping the blade retracted still, he charged at her, slamming her against the wall and pinning her there.
“Who hell are you?”
❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
♖ ┊ ✉’d ‘What a bunch of misfits.’ ♖ ┊ s t i l l a c c e p t i n g ♖ ┊ @jaybixd
“I should hope not.”
It’s not often that he’s able to COAX Jasmine back to the Manor for ANY reason. Let alone a family meeting. Sure, it hadn’t exactly gone over all too well but there were reasons for that. Good reasons on both sides. He wishes it hadn’t ended the way it had, but the PLUS is that Jazz hasn’t actually vanished into the ether.
The rooftop had oft been a safe haven for those birds under fire from within. Perched upon the edge, legs to the open air - you could look out across the rolling countryside to where Gotham sat in the distance. It looks almost beautiful from this vantage. He can barely see the haze of smog that ever wreaths the great and terrible city.
It is actually quite amusing to have something that has consumed so much of their livelihoods look so small, so innocuous.
“You grew up here. At least for a while. From what I remember, you loved being Robin. It was EVERYTHING that came AFTER that made things . . . different.”
He takes his place beside her, easing down onto the weather worn eaves. It makes him feel like a kid again. He certainly hadn’t been up here in the last decade. Figures Jazz would be the one to bring it back around. She had this weird tendency to bring out the nostalgia in him.
He’s not sure what it is.
Still, he leans over, nudging her with his shoulder.
“You did well in there. For the most part. I’m actually proud of you for keeping your cool as long as you did.”
( @jaybixd )
‘the more you keep SQUIRMING like that, the harder it is for me to stitch you back up. unless somehow you enjoy it when i have to REPEATEDLY stick you with a needle.’
@jaybixd
“ I’m just ruffling your feathers a little, BIG BIRD… ”
Jasmine has removed her trademark helmet and tucked it under her arm, just so he can see her subsequent eye roll. Tentatively, she eases into the delicate calm that had fallen between them. Despite the usually volatile nature of their relationship ( could you even call it that? was that too generous of a word? ) , she let herself be somewhat conciliated , for now.
It had been a very, very long time since they had last had an encounter that didn’t end in FISTS flying and splashes of BLOOD on their faces. Thinking back , Jasmine tries to recall , but always ends up at the same place every time - her Robin days, and that was a whole other can of worms she preferred not to open, subconsciously or otherwise. ( Definitely not in the open, definitely not in front of Dick . )
Oh, how pathetic they were.
Regardless, Jasmine needed him to believe that that she came in peace, so to speak. He was the only person she could turn to for anything without relinquishing the hold she had over Bruce. The mere thought of asking Bruce for anything made something sick curl up in her chest and DIE.
There was also the indisputable fact that she could never shake, no matter how many times she laid in her bed and wasted away the sad remains of her ( second ) life and wallowed in the hate and hurt, and that was -
contrary to popular belief, she didn’t ENJOY fighting him. It never gave her any joy or satisfaction, and though there may have been a time when she thought it would, she quickly saw how short-sighted and ignorant to her own feelings she was. Maybe the first fight was pleasing, but not the second or third or fourth, or any fight after that. It only made her feel more desperate and frustrated and angry.
Because really, where were they going with this little WAR of theirs, other than headfirst into disaster? She just couldn’t let it go, and she didn’t think that Dick could, either.
Jasmine ignored her intrusive thoughts ( or at least tried to save face for her earlier outburst ), brushing her long hair over her shoulder with her fingers.
“ There is a sex trafficking ring that passes through your turf. It starts in mine and crosses yours to get to interstate highways. ” After a pause, she adds, “ And you know I don’t joke about this kind of shit, Dick. That’s your seal of assurance that I’m not trying to trick you. ”
“Yeah, well . . . you’ve never had much of a problem getting under my skin.”
He had promised to listen, and that was EXACTLY what he had been doing. He L I S T E N E D to her when she spoke, L I S T E N E D to what she had to say and H E A R D her out - EXACTLY like she seemed to believe him incapable of.
And it WASN’T out of some misguided attempt to get back at her, either. Contrary to popular believe, Dick was not the jester of the family so many seemed to think he was. He took his job VERY seriously, so much so that he was even willing to risk being KICKED where no man wanted to be kicked for the sake of information.
If Jasmine had something to tell him, he trusted her insofar as to TELL him.
They might not have had a relationship that worked in any conventional way, but they knew when to set aside their differences for the sake of what mattered. The only issue was that they only ever really aligned on the most heinous of crimes, and even then their notion of RESOLUTION was radically different.
So, he listened. And he heard her.
“ . . . No. I know you don’t.”
G R E A T. And here he thought Gotham had moved OUT of the dark ages in what did and did not take place on their city streets. Then again, the Mad Hatter was still by and large a threat to any girl who even remotely resembled the classical notion of ALICE, so he supposed he couldn’t exactly pin his hopes on ANYTHING being ruled out of Gotham.
Still, a guy had to hope. . . even if those hopes were destined to be crushed.
“I assume you have more to go on than a hunch, Jazz. Names, dates . . . at least a place? I can’t run assist with you on this if you don’t give me something concrete here.”
It was business and business alone. If she wanted to work with him on this, which he assumed she did given that she had not asked for permission to investigate matters on his turf, then she needed to have more for him than the allegation of a sex trafficking ring operation across the city.
He could say that every toy factory in town was owned by the Joker, but that did not necessarily make it true. Even if he did sometimes wonder, what with the creep-tastic nature of some of the dolls being released these days.
“Any idea who might be behind it? Named player? New guy?”
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kissing their forehead or cheek
Kyle turned a little red and smiled faintly. “I guess I am that dreamy, huh?”
