self_inflictedexhile | open rp } { dc/marvel smash

[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]

[Laurel will give him a thumbs up because no, they don't actually enjoy killing people. But sometimes you need something sharp to drive the point home. And with that she will move towards the window to get the right angle, wait until everyone has their ears covered, and scream.]

[ thea looks SO OFFENDED but laurel thumbs up him before she can be rude so thea just keeps her ears covered. it's only okay for laurel and diggle to tell her to calm down on her murder business ok! ]

[look, no one likes a murder hobo]

[but at any rate, yes, he covers his ears, too, and once the glass is shattered and the thugs are in obvious disarray through the pain, he leaps through the now shattered skylight like a pro diver. a line, not unlike a bungee cord, and attached to his belt at one end and the roof outside on the other, seems to practically appear on the way down, and he uses it both to keep him from landing face-first on the concrete floor inside and to make himself into a sort of pendulum, using the line and his momentum to swing into one of the thugs not unlike Errol Flynn. he lands, after knocking the guy over, takes a second to detach the line from his belt, and reaches for the escrima sticks on his back as he turns around]

[come at him, bros]

[That is ... graceful. Laurel is a little stunned by the grace of it, but it doesn't take her long to follow after diving to to the side and getting ready to go to town with her baton.]

[ yeah thea is going to be well behind the rest of them because she's too busy drooling. i mean what? no it's totally because she is not the queen of parkour and has to get down there safely without breaking every bone in her body. which means some of the thugs have sprung into action by the time she's dropped down.

she gets right to work, heading for the largest clump with her katana and going to fucking town with the flat of the blade because she gets judged enough by ollie she doesn't need to be judged by other people too.

WEEEEE FIGHT MONTAGE. ]

[he's been training for this long before he ever put on the Robin costume for the first time, born into the circus, into a family of acrobats. it's second nature, like breathing, and he uses it to his advantage, as they've seen, as they might continue to see, if they watch him at all during said fight montage. it's almost a dance, for him]

[it's also what lets him move fast enough to put himself between Oswald and a door that presumably leads out back, once they've lost the element of surprise and he recovers enough to think to get the hell out of Dodge. Dick just practically appears between him and the door, smiling practically amicably]

Hi, Oswald!

... bugger.

[Once Laurel's pack of thugs is on the ground she's going to head over and back up Dick, moving into place behind the fleeing Penguin and letting her arms rest against her side, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice if need be.]

I think that sounds about right.

[ thea casually hits the last thug with the butt of her sword and idly watches him slump to the floor before she starts tying them up with hand zipties. she doesn't want this to turn into an ambush once they think they're golden and she knows laurel can handle herself and probably nightwing, too. ]

[Oswald looks between the three of them, then holds up his hands] I can promise you this isn't what it looks like.

Oh, yeah? [Dick tilts his head to one side] What is it, then?

[and Oswald doesn't answer, just looks over his shoulder again, back at Laurel. clearly, this is exactly what it looks like and he's trying to find a way out before Dick or one of his friends can drag him back to Gotham]

Yeah, I think this is exactly what this looks like.

[She glances over to Thea with a small smirk.]

What do you think, Speedy?

[ thea's head pops up from her work. ]

Shady as fuck.

You heard the ladies, Oswald.

[he shrugs, then, all at once, he's practically on top of him, a pair of carbon fiber handcuffs having appeared, like the zip line he came down on, in his hands. he snaps them onto Oswald and, that done, glances between Laurel and Thea] If my intel's right, he's probably got a stash of military grade weapons around here, somewhere.

Oooh a scavenger hunt. My favorite.

[And she's going to wander off to start a standard law enforcement grid search, just like her father used to do on her and Sara's rooms when she started hanging out with Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn.

She's pretty sure his father was convinced they were being brainwashed.]

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