Jason Todd
"I know this is a lot to digest, and for that I am truly sorry." He offered as he looked to all of them. He had to say it now though, least it come out later and cause real issues between him and the others. With the fact he presumably had an evil god after him and his son would make keeping them both alive on his own flat out impossible. He looked around the people present again one more time. "I just wanted this to be in the open, I did not wish for this to come out later and make it seem I was just biding my time or
something like that. And trust me, somehow or someway, the truth has a way of finding out." He fell silent again after that. Only really looking down at Richie as he tried to think.
When the food was ready, he woke the boy and made sure he had his fill before he even considered eating. He eventually started to eat himself, though he was eating pretty slowly and just seeming to take his time to keep everyone, and everything in his sites as they began to get ready to ascend to the next floor. He knew there was no way that the entity would let them just skip to the top. He put them in this situation for a reason. Likely his own sadistic humor but a reason none the less. He took a few deep breaths and looked to the yellow cat thing that had spoken to him.
"The only thing I agreed to do to protect Richie was the thing I did here. The rest…well someone had to stop the worst of the worst. Clearly the government didn't care, nor did the one who originally trained me. I only started to do that after a series of extremely complicated events….more on that when little ears are not around if you want." He offered. That was the best he could do in this situation. Offer something like that. He knew he was a killer, and he knew trying to kill Tim and Bruce as well when he first came back was wrong. But so was his Bruce slitting his throat with a batarang to save The Joker and then pulling their bodies out of a building Jason had blown up intending to end the clown. Though his Bruce he supposed had changed immensely since then and had tried to be a better father. It still bugged him. Two wrongs did not make a right.
He looked back to Ben now.
"Your words imply wisdom beyond your apparent years Ben. That is both interesting, and very heart breaking." He knew where his street smarts and talent for fighting came from. But that was only partially his fault. His dad should never have been an abusive drunk who ripped off Supercriminals, Bruce never should have made him Robin by all logic, but he also never should have been trying to fight crime so young. Bruce had known the only way to make sure that he had what he needed to best survive what he was already doing was to train him, moral or not. It also showed him to try and gently steer Richie away from the life, which would probably be harder now in all honesty.
"No matter what, we all make it through this, together." He allowed his words and voice to project more confidence than he actually had. He had faced that entity, and he could sense it then, he was far outmatched. Maybe they all were. But he had to try, for the sake of those lost, and for the suffering they would all be going through in this tower. He had no clue what had really happened as he awoke on this floor and spent most of the time trying to find his precious son, but now he could fight.
His hand gently traveled to Richie's shoulder as the group stood up to head to the Elevator. "Stay near me Richie. This place is dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt." He took the boy's hand. He tried to ignore the looks on some of their comrades faces as they looked at him and Richie, but he got it. The chances of a young boy surviving this tower where likely slim to none.
However, one should never tell Jason Todd the odds were not in his favor. Not only had he cheated and defied death numerous times over the course of his life, but he had come back from the dead itself. If anyone could come up with a strategy to keep Richie alive, it would be him. He wasn't a protégé of Bruce's with no brains. He was here with not just brawn, but brains. That would make all the difference in the world. At least he hoped it would.
He was floored by how big the elevator actually was. Even the one's at Wayne Enterprises were not this damn big. Part of him wondered if Bruce's heart was green with envy, or if maybe Bruce was just brooding like usual. But enough of that. He had to get a grip and on himself. He looks to the button that read three on it just as it was pressed.
He tensed you, and his blood ran cold. An organ he light appeared alongside that whisper of a voice. A cold sweat was rolling down his forehead, as if he had just awakened from a nightmare despite being asleep. The entity was well aware of his choice. And now he was starting to question it….how could he protect Richie? Then again, the thing had not exactly told him that he couldn't just leave and take Richie home after the task was completed. Clearly it was not the kind thing it had tried to pass itself off as near the end.
Now was one of few times Jason wished he had a talent for magic. Then he might stand a chance against this thing, oh well, mortal talent would have to do. For now, he would have to deal with what was coming his way, and hopefully they would be able to do so. He started trying to scheme away to kill a god. There had to be hints to the world's weakness….but then again if they killed him he would likely just do this again and again until someone found the non-lethal solution. He hated having to go through this.
Only the voice of one of his companions cut through to him and brought him out of his own mind.
"Just a little nervous, but I'll be alright." Jason looked around the rather large group on the elevator. They had a good group, though he was concerned about Richie and the young man who was near a motorcycle, the only two without apparent combat experience. That would complicate things. "This place is dangerous, but maybe, just maybe, all of us can solve this crisis and get home." He would remain quite after that, only watching from his place near Richie, trying to assess their companions. Some seemed a little scary, but they all seemed to be the good sort. He just hoped that he could keep Richie sold on that…
Richard "Richie" Todd
The boy slowly awakened as his dad whispered into his ear, the smell of food woke him up immediately though. He started to do his inverted little dance until Jason managed to calm him down.
He gratefully started to eating and looked to Gaon and smiled up at the tall man. "Thank you Mr.Gaon! It is really good." The boy then returned to devouring his plate, only pausing with a whine when his father took a napkin to his face and would he gently wiping his cheek clean.
He was somewhat confused by the conversation he had woken up in the middle of. He looked around the hall, it seemed many people were here now. One had scars and stuff it seemed, though were scars yellow? He had no clue, but the man seemed nice. Another seemed to be sort of scruffy looking and had all sorts of cool weapons on him, but then he just vanished which shocked him a little bit here.
He sighed as they had to get up, he had been hoping to sleep a little more. Of course after Jason hand given him his instructions the boy just looked up at Jason.
"Yes daddy." The boy took his hand and started to walk with his father, closely to him as the group was so huge and he was afraid of them being separated again. Though it did amaze him, and the boy was somewhat intrigued by a cape that managed to fly past him as they walked slowly into the elevator that stood there before them.
So this would be like visiting Grandpa Bruce at work? No, it seemed most of the buttons did not work. And he didn't even get to fall dibs on touching the button. How rude of someone just to do it. He had wanted to touch the button.
However, he was not pouty for too long. He wasn't sure why the others did not respond, or why his father had suddenly tensed up and become unresponsive to him looking up, but he started to dance around the area he had in the elevator, moving to the elevator music. Maybe he was just the only one who could hear it, the others seemed to just be standing around, or maybe adults were just boring, he honestly had no clue. He did love dancing though.
The question did not seem to register at first. He just kept dancing until he heard his dad speak and he paused for a moment to look at the man who had just spoke to them.
"I am good! The music is great!" It seemed the boy had forgotten being attacked earlier, twice over, or had simply chosen not to think about the fact he had been attacked by several different monsters since he arrived here. And was instead focusing on just being little Richie.
He then returned to dancing as if he had not stopped. Yes, his space was somewhat cramped, but hey at least leaning to dance in spaces left by adults at Grandpa's charity gaulas had somehow come in useful to him here in this place.
Crow Hogan
Treating the injury had thankfully been easy, though he did not appreciate the silent treatment, so far everyone he had met here had been somewhat of a dick. He retreated back to his bike to run some checks on her, to make sure she was still rideable.
Thankfully, everything seemed to be in working order. Initially, he had hesitated when food was brought to him, but eventually he took it and ate gratefully, thanking the apparent chef as they all headed for the rooftop. He was unsure why they were going up there, but he sure as hell did not want to be left on his own. Not in this strange place where he knew nothing and no one. He took a few deep breaths as they approached an elevator. He did not care for cramped spaces, but he had no choice.
He remained silent, only offering the young kid a smile when the child stole a peak his way. Unless the kid was very short for his age, the child likely was not even five yet, whatever it was that brought them all here sure seemed to have a very sick sense of humor. Bringing one so young to such a horrible place. He had seen things since he got here, and not very good ones. And it seemed everyone here had been kidnapped, so that definitely made this not such a good place for a kid.
He was brought out of his trance when one of the apparent leaders of the group he was now following spoke up to ask a question. How was everyone? He had to think for a moment, hearing the boy's apparent father and then the boy speak was somewhat comforting, but he spoke up next.
"Well, I am a bit confused. But I am just relieved I somehow found you folks. Needless to say I would be completely lost if I had not." He would ask where they were, and what the situation was, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was a conversation not particularly suited for little ears.
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