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Free for all for superhero based fandom smashing. Make a top level with your hero of choice and someone else will smash into it. I figured this would be easy and fun to do until we figure out actual plot and then we can do that.

For now, shenanignans!

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[withasouvenir]

[ 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. ]

[wingdinging]

[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]

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

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

What do you think, Speedy?

[withasouvenir]

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

Shady as fuck.

[wingdinging]

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.

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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.]

[withasouvenir]

That's because you didn't have my dad hiding the Easter eggs, [ she says with a grumble. ] Walking up all fifty stories of Queen Consolidated to get the eggs in the stairwell. Bullshit.

[ but she's looking around too. "looking around" aka texting curtis to have his search this place out via a couple little tech devices that thea let's fly around the building. ]

[wingdinging]

Ooh, and I thought my Easters were bad.

[they weren't, not really. they might have been, if Bruce had been the one hiding the eggs, because he would have been a dick and put them all over Gotham and used it as a training exercise, but thankfully, Alfred was having none of that. he recognized that Dick was, despite being Robin, too, just a boy and holy shit, Bruce, sometimes your parenting skills suck]

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[She smirks a bit at that.]

Are you kidding? My dad used Easter to encourage deductive reasoning.

[withasouvenir]

Fifty flights of stairs! [ but it's not like thea sounds upset by it, if anything she sounds a little wistful. if robert wanted to hide eggs up a thousand flights of stairs now she would be perfectly fine with it because she would have her dad back. ]

[wingdinging]

[and Oswald pipes up, now] Oh, mummy and daddy didn't love me enough to give me a real Easter. No one cares, love.

[Dick glances over at him, frowning] ... anyone got a gag?

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I could scream again, see if that shuts him up.

[Would you like a broken ear drum, Oswald? Because she could arrange that.]

NONE OF YALL CAN JUDGE ME

[withasouvenir]

Wait, allow me. [ thea punches him in the throat. :) ] All better.

[wingdinging]

[Oswald chokes; Dick watches him for a moment before shrugging] ... yeah, that works.

[a beat]

So, uh. Who's taking him? [and another] Have we figured that out, yet? [because Oswald's on their turf but he's part of his rogues gallery, and while he knows that, no matter where he ends up, Oswald will probably buy his way out in fairly short order, Dick's not sure Bruce will be thrilled, if he leaves him here. but it's not like it'll be the first time he's pissed Bruce off. but ... ]

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[Laurel takes a deep breath before considering a moment, her eyes looking over the scene.]

Let's drop him off at SCPD. Gotham and Star City can duke it out for jurisdiction later. Or maybe we'll just try him both places and he can rot for a very, very long time in Iron Heights.

[wingdinging]

[Dick thinks about that for all of a hot minute, then shrugs widely]

Works for me.

[if Bruce really wants Oswald that bad, he can get Gordon to use his pull to get him tried in Gotham. either way, he did his job and Oswald and his guns are off the street]

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Is that how the law actually works? Did double jeopardy lie to me?

[ she doesn't look fussed, sauntering over to motherfucking nightwing. ]

So. Pizza?

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Double jeopardy means you can't be tried for the same individual crime. But if you commit the same crime in two different places, double jeopardy doesn't apply.

[Lawyer Laurel strikes again. She'll go call it in to her dad while you guys work out the pizza details. She doesn't really care so long as mushroom and olive is an option.]

[wingdinging]

[Dick jerks a thumb in Laurel's direction] What she said. [and he's not just agreeing for the sake of agreeing -- he actually knows this shit, to a certain degree, too. Laurel's a lawyer by day; he's a cop in Blüdhaven]

[either way, though, he shrugs] But yeah. Pizza.

[withasouvenir]

Laurel is a freak of nature and she will want half olive and mushroom and you don't need to pretend that is not the most disgusting thing in the world, don't worry. [ turned away from oswald, thea pushes her mask up into her hair, leaving just a pretty young woman with dark, smudgy make up around her eyes like a raccoon instead of a slightly-too-violent vigilante. ] What's your poison? I can order, like, three.

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[Doo-doo-doo, will be over here handing off Oswald to the cops, please carry on with criticizing her pizza choices without her.]

[wingdinging]

Trust me, I've had weirder things on pizza.

[you should see what Tim likes]

But uh -- [he pauses, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Oswald, as he thinks] -- I don't know? [and another pause] Would you judge me too hard if I went the boring route and said, like, pepperoni and cheese?

[and for the record, he will get around to taking off his mask. he just doesn't want to do it while Oswald's still around, even if he's a little bit otherwise occupied, or while the cops are here. who knows whether or not someone will recognize him, if not as a fellow officer from a few towns over, then as Bruce Wayne's estranged heir]

[withasouvenir]

[ she's still got a hood and standing in dick's shadow means she's still hidden. it's handy being small. ]

Pepperoni and cheese is a classic, I commend your appreciation of commonality. [ she's texting her pizza order because she orders pizza enough that this is a thing she can do. ]

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[And after the Penguin is deposited where the police can find them, and she's watched over the transfer to know that he made it to the police cars and that they're uniforms that are on the level, she makes her way back and looks at them both with a small smile]

Back to the Arrowcave so that we can be ourselves again?

[wingdinging]

[Dick mock-salutes Thea, because it seems the thing to do, then throws a glance over his shoulder at Laurel as she approaches. an easy shrug follows]

Sure. [a beat] Though, uh ... are we running back, or ... ? [not that he minds getting his parkour on, but if the Arrowcave is anything like the Batcave and is under someone's mansion or something, that might not be plausible the whole way. he has a ride, here in the city, but he doesn't want to call his motorcycle if they are walking, because if you think his free-running is ridiculous, you should see him take his bike over the rooftops. he really doesn't want anyone to stroke out from the awesome]