LoneSniper87
Dirtyhands
Deadshot
Lawton let Owl-Girl take him up, "You're ok. Even if I was allregic the suit blocks most of it out." He said to reassure her. He surpressed a laugh unsure if she was joking with some of the things she said, "You'll be ok, promise. I don't avian creatures anyway anymore." He said with a short laugh.
Bruce Wayne
Bruce welcomed his son's voice, "The help would be greatly appreciated. And don't think like that, sometimes it's good to have a lack of activity like crime-fighting, means you're doing a good job." He told Damion hoping that would ease him a bit. "Meet me at the Batcomputer as soon as you can." He said, ending the transmission after Damion would respond.
Roman Sionis
Sionis stopped when he saw the unmarked grey van parked 3 blocks out from the Wayne Ent. building, the car stopped and him and the driver stepped out, handguns raised, "Well lookie here! A Bat, an Owl and... Deadshot? Wow, since when did you roll with the goodies?" He said with a laugh, leveling his .44 magnum revolver to Batgirl's chest, pulling back the hammer, his finger resting on the trigger like it was home. The driver aimed his 9mm to Deadshot, his hand quivering slightly. "What's the occasion, Batgirl? Bats run off on you, again?" Mask said with a grin.
Lawton let Owl-Girl take him up, "You're ok. Even if I was allregic the suit blocks most of it out." He said to reassure her. He surpressed a laugh unsure if she was joking with some of the things she said, "You'll be ok, promise. I don't avian creatures anyway anymore." He said with a short laugh.
Bruce Wayne
Bruce welcomed his son's voice, "The help would be greatly appreciated. And don't think like that, sometimes it's good to have a lack of activity like crime-fighting, means you're doing a good job." He told Damion hoping that would ease him a bit. "Meet me at the Batcomputer as soon as you can." He said, ending the transmission after Damion would respond.
Roman Sionis
Sionis stopped when he saw the unmarked grey van parked 3 blocks out from the Wayne Ent. building, the car stopped and him and the driver stepped out, handguns raised, "Well lookie here! A Bat, an Owl and... Deadshot? Wow, since when did you roll with the goodies?" He said with a laugh, leveling his .44 magnum revolver to Batgirl's chest, pulling back the hammer, his finger resting on the trigger like it was home. The driver aimed his 9mm to Deadshot, his hand quivering slightly. "What's the occasion, Batgirl? Bats run off on you, again?" Mask said with a grin.