Jason Todd
Jason blinked in shock. Bruce had agreed to his plan. He guessed he must have gotten better at strategizing, or maybe this Batman was just younger and more willing to take risks. Yeah it was probably the latter. He still often times wound up being scolded by his Bruce on patrols when they met. Usually for doing something reckless and stupid. Of course that meant potentially leaving his precious Richie alone. He shook his head to try and clear it from his thoughts. He could not put this much thought away from the situation now. It needed his foremost attention.
He dropped down as well. He grunted somewhat when he landed and turned in shock. Bruce had already killed his two. That left the two Jason was taking. Yes he had landed on one, and potentially broken it's back. Damn, still living though. It's friend probably would not wait long. He hated to do it, but until he found his duffel bag with what precious little other equipment he had, he had too shoot. He removed both his guns. He shot the one he had landed on in the back of the head, at least he hoped he did. The smoke made it sort of hard to see. He then double tapped his other gun and hoped that it hit it's target.
"Not had there Bruce. Looks like you have this well planned out." He was hoping when the smoke cleared, that he would have been just as successful. He took a few deep breaths and had to think. Dear god, he hoped Richie had met less terrifying monsters. These things for sure would have traumatized him beyond belief. Not that he thought any monster wouldn't traumatize Richie. They surely would. He felt his eyes somewhat water as he shook his head.
Richie buddy, I think I should have finished off this monsters. I will be there soon. Please just stay safe. I'll be there soon. At least I think I will. Just hang in a little bit longer. Daddy will be there, and then everything will be okay. Yes just a few more hours. Jason thought to himself with a depressed sigh. He hated not knowing what was going on with his son. He so desperately wanted to just find a magic short cut, that way he could be too Richie that much sooner. He so desperately wanted to get to Richie, but that was still sometime away.
He made a mental note to take off his helmet when they got near Richie. It would for sure freak his son out. That was the last then he wanted to do was scare the daylights out of Richie. However, he felt his heart drop when he realized this meant that he would never be able to deny who and what he was to his son. Not only would Richie learn he was a vigilante…he would learn that his father was a cold blooded murder with serious family issues that he was still working out. He sighed.
"I think I finally understand. I finally understand every fear you had about us learning your secret. The more I let myself think about finding Richie, the more I realize what him knowing my secret will forever change our relationship. He'll want to help. He'll want to be a vigilante when he grows up. What have I done? How can I explain I never wanted this for him?" He wanted so badly to have advice. He doubted Bruce had any but he hoped maybe, just maybe Bruce could offer some words of wisdom. Even if he was younger than the Bruce Jason had ever known.
"Also….I have a request. When we get near Richie, will you take your cowl down? I know you hate the very idea…but your cowl would scare the hell out of him. He is a very…timid child." He would be damned if Richie was not starting to fall apart already. Maybe being with that other group might keep him somewhat calm. But it was only a matter of time. Oh well, he could comfort the kid later. He sure hoped that he would be able to at least.
He coughed somewhat. There sure was a lot of smoke. What the hell did this Bruce do with his smoke pellets? Or was this from the monsters themselves? He started to try and wave the smoke away from him. He could hardly breath with what was happening to him with that smoke. He hoped it would clear soon. Of course this was just his luck. It took becoming a parent to kick the small smoking habit he had developed for a very short time after his resurrection, mainly a cigarette here and there, but he wanted to be a good example for his son.
He had not seen Bruce since they landed. He was unsure if the older vigilante had even heard him. God he hoped Bruce had. He knew he was talking and acting very out of character, but perhaps that is what it meant to be a father. He didn't know, he didn't particularly care anymore. He just had to reach Richie before he went completely insane from worry. Of course nothing was ever that simple, but lord did he ever wish it was. He really wished it was.
He took a deep breath.
Calm yourself Todd. Losing your mind is not going to help. Be ready. You don't know for sure that all those things are dead. You have to be sure you are safe. Damn it Todd you know better than this. You can't let your fear and anxiety rule you the way you have been. That won't help Richie or help Bruce or keep you alive right now. You have to focus. You can refocus on your son in a few minutes. Just survive this and you can start running again. All night if you have to.
Richard "Richie" Todd
Of course the boy was initially very happy and had joined in Kirby's chorus of "Poyos" with Kirby. He was distracted from anything that might have actually tipped him off that they were in any form of danger again. In fact he was more concerned with trying to imitate Kirby. Blissfully unaware that the pink puff might see him as a tasty snack. His scar was actually pretty red, probably because of the activity and because of how violently he had gotten it earlier that day. Though he seemed unbothered by it.
That is when the explosion happened. Richie let out a terrified scream and started to squirm in Ben's arms. He was not fully sure of what he should do at this point other than to squirm as much as he could. He didn't like loud noises. Nor did he want to be near it. Explosions were bad. That meant attacks, damaged buildings, trying to make it to Gotham Central Park to stay safe from whatever super criminal was trying to level the city that week. Of course he had no way to escape at all. That seemed to freak him out more.
"DADDY!!!!" Richie screamed and started crying as more fighting seemed to start echoing around then accompanied by more explosions and the like. The boy kept squirming and freaking as tears rolled down his cheeks. He could hardly hear himself over the commotion that seemed to be going on around them. It was like hell on earth for the boy and his sensitive ears. How could anyone actually like loud noise? Or not be panicked by what had happened in this situation. Instead, it seemed everyone was running towards the fight and not away from it.
Richie only claimed for a few seconds when the force field went around them. He was intrigued by it, it seemed so pretty yet the color faded so quick. What had happened? Well whatever it was, Miss Bayonetta seemed to think it would protect Richie from the evil explosions and the fighting going on around them. He moved his thumb to his hand and started to suck it a little bit. He knew this was bad for him, but right now he really did not care if it was or not. This was absolutely terrifying. He wanted it to stop.
Then he realized something, his hand was free for him to sick his thumb. He started to look around and slowly became aware that his other hand was much lighter than it should be if he had his sippy cup with him. Where had his things gone? He winced as tears kept coming. He could hardly see over the flashes of the fight and he could not hear anything over the explosions it felt like. His eyes scanned inside the circle that made the forcefield. They were nowhere to be found, but that could only mean one thing. The boy gulped and looked outside the circle. Sure enough, there was his beloved bear Oswald and his sippy cup.
"OSWALD!!!!! SIPPY!!!!!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs before devolving to crying again as he heard the explosions around him. He suddenly grabbed onto Ben with no intention of letting go. He was shaking violently as all of this happening and sobbing and saying things that probably sounded more like gibberish initially as he was so scared out of his mind. His cheeks were flustering red by now. Clearly this was not a good situation, and Richie did not seem to think it would get better.
"I want Daddy! I want Oswald! I want Sippy! I want all the explosions and fighting to stop!" The boy wailed and shook even more as his grip on Ben tightened. It seemed the lack of control was surfacing in how powerful the boy's squeeze hug would be. He was a cuddler usuall, but this was not him cuddling. This was him excreting as much force as he could while clinging desperately to the person that he was with. As if he was afraid Ben might somehow disappear, or maybe that he thought Ben could magically fix everything, maybe, just maybe it was a combination of the two.
He returned to mumbling incoherent words as he sobbed and cried while clinging to Ben for dear life. The child was no longer the calm bubbly boy that had somehow managed to prevail over the previous stressors, but had become a child who as too scared to even try and calm down. The boy hiccuped some as he cried and snot started to come out of his nose as he turned redder and redder. Nothing was right, and currently the boy was not having a good time. Then he started screaming again. This time for people he knew where not there since they were "sleeping".
"GREAT GRANDPA ALFRED!!!! GRANDPA BRUCE!!!! UNCLE DICK!!!!! AUNTIE KATE!!!! UNCLE TIM!!!! UNCLE DAMIAN!!!! UNCLE LUCAS!!! UNCLE DUKE!!!! AUNT BARBRA! AUNT CASS! AUNT STEPHANIE!!!! HELP!!!!" The boy wailed at the top of his lungs before returning to his sobbing and hiccuping. He was in no condition to be experiencing this, he just wanted someone to make it all stop, to make it all go away. To protect him from the loud noises and save the day. Yeah that is what he needed.
After a few more moments, the boy slowly devolved just to whimpers before he spoke again. "S-Sorry for screaming in your ear Mr.Ben." Though he had not loosened his hug any. "T-This is scary!" His voice was messed up from all the crying he had been and was still doing. He was suffering and he did not like it in the least, he hid his face in Ben's neck still whimpering and doing an occasional sob. He was not ready to go through something like this without his family, that much was for sure.
Crow Hogan
"Fugo my motorcycle is right next to me and has been. It is not still in the freezer." Crow snapped at the obviously younger male. He had to deal with enough shit from members of Sector Security that still held outdated views while he was on his way back from his job delivering food part time. He had recently been talked to by the special investigations Unit about maybe joining Sector Security, but that currently seemed to be completely off the table for the time being. He hated to admit it, but that was just about everything he really had going for him that was ripped out from underneath him by this.
"SIX MONTHS!?!" Okay, so maybe that was louder than Crow should have been. However, he did seem to now be a bit more concerned than he already was. That meant he had been in some sort of coma for six freaking months. Six freaking months. That was not something that he wanted to hear. Whatever this situation was, it seemed to be getting worse and worse by the minute. Of course he didn't blame Gordon for trying to escape. He probably would have gone insane with just the Penguins and Turtles here for company himself. But still he was caught up on the six months thing.
"The Empress? Sounds like some self important royal. Though I thought all those things were long gone by now." He froze. "Actually disregard the last part." He did vaguely recall something about a Chef Ramsey that had existed in the 21st century from the history courses he had been made to take by Martha as a kid. That meant at the very least that people from different places in history were hear. Though he did not still fully get where the Penguins or Turtles came from, but apparently they were not from hear either. How strange.
"I sort of wish I did not hear that last part.". Crow made a face at them mentioning one Penguin liked being stepped on during their failed protest. And his only object was that it was in front of real humans that his companion mentioned it. "However, it is terrifying to know that you guys were already dead when you were brought here." He stated to wonder if that meant they were all somehow dead and this was some sort of sick sadistic game a death god was playing now. Prior to his experiences as a signer, he would have called that sort of theory crazy, but now he knew anything was possible. And he hated it.
"Sounds like one tough cookie though." He had a feeling that no matter what he should avoid the situation that was definitely going on here. He hoped that somehow they could just slip out and not even face this empress chick. He did not think he had what it took to take on such a dangerous individual. Unless she played duel monsters, then he might stand a chance. Though that would entirely depend on her deck and how experienced she was at the game. As well as it depending on if she played fair or cheated he supposed. Dear god he was overthinking this.
He turned to Fugo now. "I say we take Gordon's advice and just scoot the hell on out of here. No need to face this Empress chick. She seems to have several advantages and it sounds like the way out is just hanging around open for us to take and not look back. We can come back here at a later date once we have figured out what the hell we are up against. Then we can spring these guys here free and hopefully find a way for all of us to go home." Crow offered a bit unsure on if what he was saying would he excepted as an acceptable solution or not. Clearly no one had a clue as to what was happening in this place, maybe somewhere outside they could find someone who did.
Besides, he wanted to know where his friends were. He had been with them when he was kidnapped. Did that mean they were also somewhere in this hellish place? Scared and alone? Perhaps trapped in a dungeon or Forrest or equally scary and creepy place far away from home? That made him fear for them. Not to mention the worry he had for Martha and all the little Jackles she cared for in her orphanage. We're they all somewhere? Were they being forced to do hard labor and not know if or when they were going to eat again? Did they need his rescuing and he was too far away to hear them calling for his help? Dear god there was just so much that had him worried.
Perhaps this line of thinking was not the best, but that is what it was coming to. For every answer they got he only got more questions and a sense of dread. This would never do for him back home, but back home he could easily find all of his friends and check up on them. Here, well to be perfectly blunt, here he had no freaking clue where to find anyone. All he knew is that hr had awakened in a kitchen with two people and a bunch of weird little gremlins he did not know.
His priorities had to shift and stay mainly on those he needed to find. On what brought them here, and on how to get back. Clearly this place was dangerous and there was no way they could easily beat the person that brought them here. Though, it did seem that Fugo wanted to try. Which also scared the hell out of him. He hoped the young man saw his logic. They had no hope of being able to overcome this otherwise. They had to work together, and they had to do this in a smart way. Otherwise, they would be dead. Or worse, they would be slaves to people who had no empathy, compassion, or morales. This world was some sort of hell and he wanted out.
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