darling who does everything they can to escape the compound Arkham Knignt Jason brought them to because they believe Bruce needs to know that Jason is alive! Jason wasn’t there when it happened, but Darling saw how concerned Bruce was when it was clear Jason was missing, how the stress of guilt ate away at him as the months went by, how the criminals of Gotham became a bit more beat up than usual
Bruce needs to know, for his sake as well as Jason’s, and once Darling gets in contact with Batman he can help Darling convince Jason to leave this crusade of his, that Bruce actually cared so much for him and did everything he could to find him while he thought he was alive.
Jason would not be happy to learn that this is the sole reason why Darling wants to leave him. It’s as if Darling, the one person he loves and cares for most in the world, the only person he feels never forgot about him, is siding with Bruce and not him. Darling tries to reassure Jason that they love him still, which is why they need to get Batman, so that they can bring him home. But Jason is too embroiled in his hatred of Bruce and the trauma of what happened to think clearly. He may not believe that Darling is “betraying” him (his love for them out weighs any negative feelings he may feel for them) but that Bruce somehow manipulated them to abandon Jason too
He would be convinced that Bruce had lied to Darling to not come off as the callous bastard Jason KNEW he was. Bruce was just trying to hide the truth from you, he ALWAYS lies for the sake of the mission. The greater good.
"He's been lying to Jim about his own daughter being Batgirl and Oracle. He's been lying to Gotham and the world with his playboy persona to distance himself from someone as serious as Batman. Hell, right now he's lying to Barbara's boyfriend, my replacement, about me taking her so he can focus on making a cure for Joker's blood! I have their comms recorded right here!
I...I'm not mad at you. I didn't mean to yell. Come here. I believe you when you say you're doing this because you love me. But siding with Bruce when he abandoned me isn't going to help. And deep down, I don't care what Bruce really thought. He still left me to die and moved on like I didn't matter. Joker still ruined me. And I'm still going to get my revenge. I'm not going to let Bruce convince you to abandon me under the guise of it being "the right thing." The right thing is for you to stay here with me, and then once he's dead we can find out what to do with what's left of me."
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Trent eyes the clock tower across the street. They don't build 'em like that anymore, not in the big cities. Too much money for upkeep.
"We're in position, boss," he says. "Just waitin' on you."
"Two minutes out. Any activity?"
"Nope." He knows better than to ask if the Knight's sure this is the right place."
"Good. Rogers, cut the cameras."
"I can't believe you didn't lead with the fact that I was gonna get to meet Oracle," Jimmy gripes. "I would have shoved you out of the way to get in the car."
"Dude, she's probably gonna hate you," Trent points out. Jimmy makes a shrugging noise and there's a faint tapping.
"Still. It's Oracle, man. Everybody in this field knows about Oracle."
Huh. Whatever. Trent's main interest right now is that removing her from the clock tower will force Batman to stop cheating and asking for help. It will also, according to the boss, spread him even thinner, wear the bastard down. And keep their drones safe.
"All right, cameras are down."
"Good work." Jesus Christ. Trent really, really hates the ninja thing. Scuff a boot or something, it's not hard. "Ages, take Rodriguez and head in; I'll meet you inside. Simmons, McMally, Chen, keep the cars running. Batman's going to be pissed."
Sucks to be Batman, then.
The Knight grapples upwards, vanishing in the city lights, and Ages shakes his head.
"Let's go, Rodriguez. Time to sell some Girl Scout cookies."
The door is locked. Locks are for suckers, and one good kick followed by a hard shove gets it open. The elevator ride is a tight one, but it's short.
If Trent had been expecting hysterics, he'd have been disappointed: the woman they're here for whips a pair of escrima sticks out from her wheelchair and flings one. Trent dodges it. Rodriguez doesn't and it hits him the head, knocking him unconscious, before returning to her hand.
"Come on, you bastards, come and get me."
Unfortunately, they're not allowed to hurt her. Not even a little bit, like a broken arm or a small concussion.
He crosses the room with full intent to take the sticks away when there's a zapping noise. A second later, fiery pain shoots through his side and are those fucking electric? Where is she shopping? Goddamn Bat.
"Give me those," he growls, making a shaky swipe for one. She smacks him, hard, and that's when the Knight drops through the ceiling right next to her.
"Watch out, they're--"
She's already jabbing one of them--sparking blue--towards his crotch. The Knight jumps back, knocking a photo off the bookshelf, and Trent takes advantage to tip her out of her wheelchair and onto the ground, only feeling a little guilty. The guilt's gone when she twists and flings one of her goddamn sticks at him, nailing him in the face.
"Sorry, Barbara." The Knight steps forward, and this time he grabs her wrist when she tries to hit him. "Nothing personal."
"Who the hell are you?"
He just picks her up.
"Take him," he says, nodding towards Rodriguez. "Meet me back at base; I want you to head Scarecrow off."
"Yessir."
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When Dick first became Robin Alfred was really pissed at Bruce for letting a unprepared nine year old fight crime, so B-man gave him a pocket taser so Alfie would feel like he was safer (it didn't help) and Robin was just enchanted by that taser, he never went anywhere without it, never fought anyone without using it and just developed a passion for tasering people, so much so that when he grew up he couldn't let go of it, so he made escrima sticks WITH tasers so he could still use the love of his life while fighting crime as Nightwing.
The og taser is in display on the batcave as the first and most efficient weapon that a Robin ever had. Damian is very jealous of that title and still doesn't understand how he didn't surpass Dick with his cool swords, little does he know how much chaos and destruction a untrained nine year old with a taser can inflict in a city.
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"Eiden, when you have the upper hand with not just one, but two escrima sticks. Not to mention you're a whole lot taller than me as well. Use your reach, but also be mindful of protecting yourself here," She swiftly taps Eiden's open area around the neck and chest. "You want to always make sure that you are protected in these areas."
Stepping back, she grabs safe and wooden Escrima sticks. "Follow my lead, okay?" Her right foot steps forward and she swings with the same hand, steps back, steps her left foot forward, and swings. All the while, whichever arm doesn't swing, she's making sure it's shielding her neck and chest area.
"Like that."
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Can people please stop referring to Dick’s escrima sticks as “escrima”.
Escrima = the martial arts; aka a fighting style.
Escrima sticks = the sticks you use to fight when using that martial arts style.
It’s so trippy when I see it in fics. It’s like someone is saying “and he took out his boxing” instead of “and he took out his boxing gloves”.
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