self_inflictedexhile | open rp } { dc/marvel smash

Considering I do, too? [Bruce taught him to never take a life; he probably would have made that a rule for himself, anyway, even if he hadn't, even if he somehow started doing this on his own. the two of them have seen more than enough death for a lifetime between what happened to their both their parents] Yeah, I definitely work with that.

[a beat] You wanna take point, since this is your home turf and all? [if she leads, he'll follow]

[What's this? Someone actually putting her in charge? Usually she's deferring to Oliver or Diggle but if he's willing to follow her lead, she'll take it.]

Let's do it.

[And with that, off the roof they go and into the fray. Time to take down some bad guys with cyanide capsules and machine guns.]

[aw, yeah, kicking ass and taking names]

[and so they go, Dick fighting like he's done this a hundred times before and probably because he has. he uses his acrobatics training to his advantage, to avoid getting shot. he aims to disable, not kill, as promised, and does so quickly and efficiently, albeit with no small amount of flippant backtalk, regardless of whether or not the goons bother to answer him. he's kind of a beast, and when he finishes, he glances back at Laurel, to make sure she's doing okay. not that he imagines she won't keep up (he's known too many strong women vigilantes in his day to think she she needs help), but. call it force of habit. he would have looked to Bruce here, too, if they were fighting together]

[She is holding her own pretty well, and just as she's getting to the last few, a barrage of arrows comes from the higher ground, and reinforcements swing onto the scene. Oliver doesn't look happy.

Then again, Oliver never looks happy. But the point still stands and she will thank him before Oliver ruins it.]

Thanks for the assist.

Yeah, sure.

[he shrugs, pauses a beat, and then points in Oliver's direction] I'm gonna go out on a limb, here, and guess that that's your Arrow friend? [it really wouldn't take a rocket scientist, but he can't help but be flippant in his asking]

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That's the guy.

[And Oliver will intrude because :||||||| Laurel, why don't you listen to him?]

I told you to wait for back up.

[Laurel gives him a thin look.]

I had back up. You're the one who was late.

Hi, backup here. [he waves] Nice to meet you?

[Oliver scowls. That's his "nice to meet you" face for most people.]

What are you doing in my city? We tend not to like unannounced vigilantes.

[Laurel will just be over here facepalming.]

Wow, okay.

[could you be any more Bruce, Oliver? just -- seriously, man. it's so bad that he's tempted to dodge answering, just to be a, well, dick. (is there a secret handshake I missed? a vigilante tax that I was supposed to pay first, maybe?) he thinks better of it for whatever reason, thankfully, but that doesn't stop him from shaking his head before he does answer]

I'm guessing you know about the guy who dresses like a bat, running around Gotham?

[Oliver linefaces some more, so yes. He has. Laurel just raises her eyebrows.]

See? You aren't the only one with a team.

[Oliver then turns that glare on her, before shaking his head.]

Why are you here?

[Dick shrugs]

You've got a Penguin problem. [a beat] As in The, Capital P. [Oswald. Bruce always sends him after Oswald. he still hasn't figured out why. it's not like the guy's any less dangerous than the rest of the rogue's gallery. maybe it's because he's one of the few, along with, say, Roman Sionis, who actually bother to operate outside of Gotham? who knows]

The Batman asked me to come see what he was up to and take care of it, if I needed to.

Thanks for the heads up. We'll take care of it from here.

[And Laurel facepalms.]

So it's okay when the Flash shows up out of nowhere to help us out, but we can't accept help from other masks now?

[And Oliver is just going to glare.]

[and on the heels of Laurel:]

Yeah, I don't think you really understand how my boss works. [he pauses] I'm mean, sure, I'd love to go back to my hotel room and order a pizza and see what B-movie HBO's showing tonight, but I'm pretty sure when I got home I'd probably get thrown off the top of Wayne Tower or something.

[no, Bruce wouldn't really do that. he'd just lineface at him. and never trust him with anything again. and they already have issues, without him not actually doing his job]

Well, maybe you should tell your boss this isn't his city.

[Laurel sighs heavily. Why is Oliver her friend?]

Why don't I go work with him, sort out the Penguin situation and get him out of your hair faster if you really don't want him here?

[Compromise, right?]

No, but it is his bad guy. [a beat] Though, I'm just gonna go ahead and say one vote for her plan. [rather than keep running his mouth, because that's working just as well for him as it would with Bruce]

[Oliver gives her a look and she can hear the Laurel, in it's exact tone, without him having to say it, but she doesn't back down and eventually he caves with a heavy sigh.]

Fine. Sort it out.

[After a beat.]

Bring Speedy with you.

[Laurel nods in agreement, because that is a team up she can live with.]

Fine. I'll fill her in when we get back to base.

[and Dick glances between Laurel, Oliver and back again]

Sorry -- Speedy?

[he assumes that she's another vigilante, but. yeah, he has no idea who that is, beyond that, thanks]

I'll introduce you. She's not here now.

[She was taking care of something else on the other side of town.]

Yeah, I got that. [a beat] I was kinda hoping that wasn't her actual codename, though. [and another] I mean, I thought I had some bad ideas, when I was trying to come up with mine ...

[She laughs.]

She didn't choose it. It was chosen for her, unfortunately.

[Dick lets out an over-dramatic sigh of relief]

That makes me feel so much better.

[seriously]

[She laughs before turning back to Oliver.]

Have Overwatch track me and Speedy can meet us there.

[Oliver grumbles but nods, before turning to Diggle and heading out. Once they're gone, she turns back to Nightwing with a small smile.]

Sorry about him. He doesn't know how to play well with others.

[Dick watches them go, and when they're gone, he turns back to Laurel with a shrug]

It's an alpha male thing. Trust me, I definitely get it. [a beat] Not that you'll have to worry about that from me. [because he's not Bruce] I'm more the Strong Female Character type.

[ ... and that. he and Clint Barton would get along way too well]

[She laughs at that, before shaking her head.]

C'mon. Let's go find the Penguin.

[he grins dazzlingly, honestly, pleased that she wasn't offended by that. when it dims, he makes a showman's gesture in a random direction]

You lead, I'll follow.

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