self_inflictedexhile | open rp } { dc/marvel smash

[Dick can't help but laugh. he holds up his hands placatingly immediately afterwards] Sorry, sorry. [a beat] Just imagining what codename I would have ended up with if I'd let Robin pick mine.

[Tim is not his brother, not by blood, but he might as well be. they're family, all of them]

[She smirked.]

Fortunately for me, I just stole my sister's code name. Guess this is a bit of a family affair.

[ thea scoffs. ] Canary's better than Speedy.

It could be worse?

[at least she's not the Penguin]

Anyway - don't we have a supervillain to stop? We're all dressed up, might as well get to it.

Right, yeah. [ she was either just distracted by new friend or new friend's, um, chestal region (because hello), but she rips her attention away from nightwing to settle on laurel. ]

I'm gonna need some directions. Maybe GPS. Only place I know to find penguins is at the zoo.

[he does, in fact, have a very nice chest. also a nice ass, which Thea may notice here before too long, but] Yeah, okay.

[a beat]

You're probably not too far off, actually. He's kind of got a thing for Natural History Museums. [which isn't too far off from a zoo, except the animals are usually dead and mounted] Otherwise, he's doing the cliche bad guy thing and hanging out by the docks. [Dick isn't entirely sure which way Oswald is swinging on this one (or if this city even has a Natural History Museum), however, as he didn't get much of a chance to do recon before Laurel started following him. he can always phone a friend, if they don't have any ideas]

[Laurel nods once before glancing to Thea.]

We could call Overwatch. See if she can check the security cameras for anything weird?

If she can't find him, Dad probably can.

[ lmao probably because they're hanging out. she shrugs at laurel, letting her take the felicity angle, while she sets off to lead them toward the docks, because it's probably the docks. it's always the docks. ]

So this stupidly named Penguin. You think he might be friends with the League of Assassins? Asking for a friend.

[Dick follows and -- and while his voice remains steady, something in his stance, in the way he moves tightens at the mention of the League. clearly, he's familiar and he's not a fan]

What, you mean like, with Ra's? [a beat] Yeah, no, I really don't think they'd get along too well. [how the fuck do you know about the League]

[Oh they know so many things.]

I'm not really sure going to Malcolm is a good idea right now.

[But ... Laurel doesn't think going to Malcolm for anything is a good idea ever. She's a little biased though.]

That implies Dad is ever a good idea. [ but you gotta admit he has reach. thea continues on like she hasn't caught the tension, but the way she's casually staring at his ass and many, many perfectly formed muscles, she noticed it right away. ] But he owes me twenty years of birthday presents, so if we need a favor, he'll get it done. Hey, Nightwing, is that suit, like, painted on?

[ not even a breath between sentences to change the subject, she can objectify with the best of them. ]

[he's going to go at that all in reverse order, and so he starts with addressing his suit] Every night. [a beat] So, your Dad is with the League? [that's what he's getting from this conversation]

[Laurel purses her lips together for a moment, deciding to acknowledge Malcolm's existence while she waits for Felicity.]

Her dad is Ra's Al Ghul. Or the new one, anyway.

Evil is, by the way, not genetic. I was a girl scout. [ for about a minute before she bit someone and moira was kindly asked to unenroll her precious child. thea took up archery instead. ]

If you ever need someone to wash off all that paint...

[ subtlety thy name is sure as shit not thea queen. they don't call her speedy for nothing. ]

[well, that's -- he always thought Ra's was Ra's. he knew it was a title, sure, the Head of the Demon and all that, but he just figured that that was what he was going with, like he goes by Nightwing, like Bruce is Batman, and so on. he didn't realize it was something that could be passed on. he probably should have, considering he was Robin first, and then there was Jason and then Tim, but. Ra's' kids, the one he knew, are al Ghuls, too, and -- ]

[Jesus, Bruce is going to have a field day, with this, if he doesn't already know; he's going to be kind of pissed off if it turns out Bruce does know. just another thing he's keeping from him in a long line. just like Bruce]

[to his credit, however, and probably thanks to the mask, he manages to keep his building upset off of his face. he even manages to keep up with the banter, seeming to let the rest of the conversation go. this is how he gets by. Bruce broods, he talks too much. it's easy] Buy me a drink, first. [a beat] Not that I'm saying no, but ...

How about we do that after we catch the Penguin?

[Laurel will just cut that flirting off at the pass, sorry Thea, but she's going to hold up her phone.]

Overwatch just got me an address.

[ thea shoots laurel a look like RUDE!!! but puts her flirting on pause. after a brief: ]

Don't think I'm gonna forget about that. [ to laurel she adds: ] Where to, my canary queen?

Threesome, nice. [what? she said we. and again, it's a good cover for his mood] But yeah, okay, what she said. [where to?]

[ ... he's really hoping Oswald has some thugs on hand he can kick the shit out of. despite the fact that they already beat up some guys, he needs it, now, after everything they talked about with Ra's]

[And Laurel will convey the address, pointing to a cluster of buildings still lit up not too far from there locations.]

We should be able to free run from here pretty easily.

[She also doesn't even blink at that threesome comment, so who knows, maybe she's in.]

Let's go.

[ and she takes off, knowing that she's going to be outpaced quickly because the whole parkour thing is not her style. ]

Yep.

[Dick, on the other hand, seems to be built for it. he's style, he's grace, he'll punch you in the face]

[seriously, though. he hits the roof of the building first, without having broken a sweat and without making a sound, and perches on its edge, leaning over it to look down at front of the building. after a moment, not finding what he's looking for if the look on his face is any indication, he reaches up, pressing his fingers to the side of his cowl. as he does so, his eyes light up white, no longer visible behind the faint glow, and he glances down at the building again. this time, however, he's not leaning over the edge. he seems to be staring at his feet]

[another beat passes, and then he looks up, making sure Laurel and Thea are with him, before holding up four fingers. and then another three. and then a one. there are seven thugs inside, clustered together in two groups, and then Oswald]

[Laurel nods in agreement, before glancing around the rest of the roof. Not too far from them is a glass skylight that looks down over what should be the middle of the warehouse, and that is all too easily shatterable.

Along with the eardrums of any bad guys inside.

She places a hand on his shoulder gently, before pointing to her throat where the sonic device is, then pointing to the skylight in return.

Semblance of a plan, maybe?]

[ before covering her ears, thea draws her katana and tugs on laurel's sleeve to get her attention before holding up four fingers, pointing to herself, and flashing a thumbs up.

FUCKING DIBS, Y'ALL!!

then she covers her ears because she doesn't want to go deaf, twisting the katana so it lays flat against her arm and she can still press the heel of her hand against her ear. ]

[Dick nods -- and when he sees Thea draw her katana, holds up a hand. whoa, hold on there, princess. he shakes his head, mouthing I'd appreciate it if you didn't actively kill anyone. Thea can have all the thugs she likes, as long as she doesn't go murder crazy. he points at Laurel, that in mind. same goes for you]

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