Young Justice RP :: semi lit

After assessment of what Batman said a few moments ago, it was slightly indicated that he had no information regarding his acquired abilities on the Dead Island project. It seemed that the secret of his eyes were still intact.


"Wait, where does that leave me?" Deadeye addressed his question to Batgirl. "You see, assassins like me tend to not have any permanent residence if possible, you know, for safety purposes." he stood up and crossed his arms across his chest, slightly leaning back. "It'll also be dangerous if word comes out that I came casually out of your bases. That would harbor a lot unpleasant things." he turned back to take a quick look at Batman and then faced Batgirl. "I have a suggestion, a proposition, if you may." he laid out his palm as he negotiated. "Why not let me stay in a place where I can access your database servers. Of course, I'd be under strict supervision. I need to look into some disturbing things. I'll get you people up to speed with information I've gathered as a criminal..."
 
Batgirl frowned, Dead Eye was still certainly under investigation, and until hence time was to be treated with suspicion until he proved himself. Batgirl took a deep breath, "How about, we don't give you the chance to hack the system," she paused, "What we can do is give you a new identity, and you can operate you investigation here commuting in relative secrecy," Typically Batgirl could see a person's intentions and their true personality just by looking in their eyes, if not that, then conversing with them and observing their habits and body language. However, with Dead Eye, she couldn't quite read him, his face was motivation nuetral; she didn't know what he would do or if he would betray the league or the team...that fact scared her, making it difficult to make a fair decision.
 
"I can't deny how appealing a new identity would be" he pondered. "This is problematic." the lack of trust was starting to bother Deadeye though he understood that it was only natural. "Is there some way I can stay in the Birds of Prey base then? I heard Oracle is good at digging things up. I'll have her do it for me then. Besides, wouldn't Huntress and Black Canary be suitable enough to keep watch of me?" he proposed again. "There was an anonymous tip that someone I know from project Project Dead Island was still alive. I need to tie up loose ends."
 
Batgirl raised a curious eyebrow, "I'm sure we can make arrangements in due time, find a suitable solution to your problem. Of course, it is completely up to Oracle's judgment to make the final decision, not mine," After all, she was a Dark Knight, not a Bird of Prey. Though the they worked primarily together in Gotham, both were completely separate groups. "We have plenty of time to work that out,"
 
After having a long discussion about life and how hard it is to please Troy's father as Batman. Troy new it would be hard because even when his dad was around Troy never seemed to please him. Troy walked over to the nearest teleporter and he walked through it. The machine said,"Wonderboy recognized. Affiliation Birds of Prey." The next thing Troy new was he was back in the clock tower in New Gotham where he lived.
 
"Okay, then, thank you. You may go and rest up, take the teleporters back to Metropolis; there are a series of them in the area, so you should be able to find one relatively close to your home,"


At Batgirl’s comment, Mack only nodded, smiling as she was once again thanked for saving them. She didn’t feel like heading home just yet, and despite the meeting being tomorrow, she stuck around to see where the others would head off to. Legs had already left, but she saw the rest of the drama fold out with batman and his ‘son’, soon coming to realize that Wonder Woman was also his mom.


Deadeye took the moment to talk to Batgirl, and after hearing a little bit of their conversation, Flare finally decided to take off. Shuffling through the room at a brisk pace, she made her way to the teleporters, where she hoped to find home. After traveling through three or four of them; she often just stepped through, looked around and stepped back, the next was her honey pot. She ended up behind a coffee shop just down the block from the UIT, from which she could easily find her way home.
 
"Perfect then." Deadeye took off his balaclava but his shades stayed. He ran his fingers through his hair as if fixing it. "It's not an absolute must to be with the Birds of Prey." he made a light grin. "I just prefer being surrounded by beautiful women." he said. He took a look at the balaclava he sported so much. "I think I'm gonna need a new costume though. You can help me with that right?" he asked.


Deadeye started to make his way out of the room. Just as he passed Batgirl, he stopped and looked in her direction. "that aside, I'll just take a walk around this place while you lobby for me. Be a sweetheart and call me when things clear up." He said as he tilted is head. He winked at her and hopefully the movement of his brows could translate that as his shades covered his eyes. His attention shifted to Flare as she walked past them. Deadeye took a quality look at her with a goofy look on his face. He then followed after Flare for a while, and then shortly going in his own direction.
 
Batgirl tried not to roll her eyes, but they acted on their own account. She nodded to Batman and walked out of the briefing room as well, heading towards the hospital wing. Shortly she was accompanied by Wolverene, both headed in the same direction. "Wolverine," Batgirl said, "I suppose you are here to see Singularity in his...predicament?" Wolverine flexed his knuckles, "That's the plan, what kind of mess he got himself into this time?" he growled, he looked her up and down as if struggling for words, he looked at the insignia of the Bat, "Err..." He grumbled. Batgirl rolled her eyes, not even trying now with her patience wearing thin, "Its Batgirl," "Right," he grunted, "Course ya' are," He mumbled something about "too many bats", she rolled her eyes yet again. They got to the door and Batgirl opened it and they entered in Singularity's hospital room, there were doctors clustered around and Professor Xavier was next to the bed.
 
Johnathan looked at Wolverine,smiled,and waved with his needle-free arm. "Hey,Wolverine. I,uh...Broke my legs. Both of them. Shattered. Like glass. Since a Kryptonian would more than likely rip my legs off if I asked one of them to remove my suit...I asked the Proffessor to bring you here so you could cut the suit up so it can be removed." He chuckled nervously. "I so owe the X team for this. From now on,the suits will be designed in pieces..."
 
Wolverine grunted, "We all make mistakes, kid. Just learn from 'em so I don't have to do this again, alright?" His hand formed a fist, and three adamtanium(dunno how to spell it) claws shot from his knuckles. Wolverine stabbed from the side, making sure not to hit the kid, and sliced along the armor, peice by peice the plating began to fall off until Wolverine was able to rip off the top. He sneered and looked at the engineers then back at the Professor, "You need me to fix anything else these bozos can't do right?" "No, it's quite alright, I appreciate you coming so quickly, Wolverine," Xavier said. Wolverine grumbled, "Yeah, yeah, the kid owes me now,"
 
As the doctors and engineers pulled off the Critical Mass Suit's legs after Wolverine carved the torso like a roasted turkey. Johnathan quickly said, "Keep the pieces! I'll be rebuilding later!" One of the engineers actually glared at him,and said, "How exactly are we going to move it without it being on you? It weight ten freakin' tonnes!" "Accurate guess! Did you measure it first?" The engineer simply glared at him until he was ushered away by a doctor. "Please,Mr.Caullorn,we need to get a reading on his legs!" "I can save you a bit of time. A ten tonne mass moving at about seventy-five kilometers per hour at the top drop-kicked a one hundred tonne door at its center of mass. Diagnosis?" The doctors were dead silent for a moment,most of them with suddenly bleached faces.


After a moment,the doctor spoke up, "Your legs would be crushed,Mr.Morris. We won't be able to reconstruct the bones,and your muscles are more than likely shredded. To further compound the problem...It's wuite possible the nerves in your legs are dead."Johnathan's jaw dropped at this news. After a moment,thedoctor spoke again, "I'm sorry. Maybe you can help the League in another way?" Johnathan thought for a moment,after closing his mouth.


"Prosthetics." He said simply. "Cut the legs off. Get prosthetic replacements. I need advanced ones,like the ones from Deus Ex. I will not be reduced to a pathetic invalid at this age!" He looked at the doctors. "Are your sure?" "There are many thing I joke about. This is something that only the most batshit insane would joke about. I'm not kidding. Prosthetics. Who has the tech to give me fully articulated prosthetics controlled by neural impulses?"
 
Batgirl stepped forward with her arms crossed, she had been standing back in the shadows observing politely and keeping out of the way. She cleared her throat and spoke in a 'no-nonsense' tone, "For the prosthetics to work,they need to be able to connect directly to the nerves at the cut point,and have an onboard computer and program that is able to translate the impulses into usable data for the program,which then tells the prosthetics what to do," she took a breath, letting the information sink in before continuing, "Furthermore,there is the very real possibility of the body rejecting the prosthetics,requiring either extensive gene therapy,which risks the loss of all super powers,or the constant usage of a special anti-rejection medication,for the rest of your life. Another thing; the legs will require adjustment or replaced constantly to compensate for natural growth, or the gaining of weight. I suggest S.T.A.R. Labs and WayneTech. With their colaboration, they should be able to come up with the ideal solution to your predicament."
 
Johnathan didn't even pause for thought. To him,this was his only option. He'll gladly accept the complications,if it means he can use legs. "Perfect. Get me on the line with their reps. I will walk again. Within the month. No exceptions. No excuses."


He was dead serious.
 
Batgirl snapped and addressed the doctors, "Contact S.T.A.R. Labs ASAP, give them a rundown of the situation, shoot ideas, when you get a concept squared away, contact me so we can set up a conference and deliberate and finalize. Prioritize this. I realize this is tricky, and I want it done correctly." Batgirl sighed mentally, the idea of amputation revolted her, with modern technology as advanced as it is, doctors shouldn't have to resort to medeival methods.


She walked closer to the bed, "Are you sure about this?" Batgirl asked, concerned, "When do you want to start the procedure?"
 
Johnathan shot Batgirl the look of death. "As soon as possible." He ignored the first question entirely,allowing his glare to do the talking. He looked at his legs. Hours ago,they were able to carry him at highway speeds,enable him to lift tanks,and allow him to simply walk. Now,they were dead weight. Worthless. Like a wing on a spacecraft. "By the end of the month,I'll be walking confidently as though I was born with the cyberlegs. Until then...I'll just game until the procedure." He looked around. The only TV was a fairly small one,at the other end of the room. "Dammit...The one time I don't go somewhere with my PSP or DS..."
 
Batgirl raised her eyebrows, she had to admit she respected his idealisms. She smirked and turned to the doctors, and cocked her head slightly, "You heard the man, "as soon as possible". Please, prep the operating room for surgery," A doctor stammered, "Er, ma'am, it will take about an hour or two minimum to prep the pateint, hospital personel, and equipment," Batgirl inclined her head and raised her eyebrows, "Then get it done," she said politely, though it was a command it had an underlying tone of question that made the doctors seem as though they were insuperior of this though. Batgirl nodded and shooed them away with her hand, they scurried off. Batgirl turned back to Singularity and said smugly, "As for entertainment, I'm sure I can have something arranged to ease your time here,"
 
It was a good thing that Flare had taken such a long time to find the correct teleporter home; she could have sworn that someone was following her. The girl was prone to paranoia though, so she didn’t bother looking back in the stupidity that it might be a camera. When she had landed in the alleyway behind the coffee shop, her only companion was a stray cat that mewed at her sudden appearance.


The time limit was up now, and she smiled as she vanished from the air in front of the calico’s eyes. It was then that she made the venture home, still depressed that the UIT was in ruins. Tomorrow, she would have to call her boss and explain herself…and maybe get the day off tomorrow. The thought of Young Justice rang in her head as she easily dodged through the people that crowded behind the police line.


She would sleep on it, but Mack wasn’t even sure if she would have a clear answer tomorrow; her answer as of right now was a tentative no, though. The loose group of people that formed the team seemed to flash in her head, and she shook it out as she approached her apartment building. Up the stairs and home free, she locked and hinged the door before appearing, fifteen minutes flat. She would check the rest of the house before changing out of her costume…
 
Johnathan quirked an eyebrow. "Like what? I'm a gamer. That TV is too small for a console game,and my portables are at home. Unless you have a laptop with WiFi handy. Then I can just watch YouTube videos." He looked over the edge of the bed,and saw his helmet. Something was bothering him about earlier. He leaned down and plucked up the helmet,then popped open the panel covering the power supply on the back of the helmet. He removed the power cell,which was stamped with the radioactive trifoil,and shaken it,then licked his fingertips,and touched the terminals.


"Nothing. This is a nuclear battery;it was supposed to outlive me by centuries. And it suddenly crapped out during evac. That doesnt just happen. Was the Brotherhood's bomb a nuke? The EMP would've fried my systems."
 
Jacob walked back in the room, this time wearing a light brown duster coat, to keep his wings hidden, blue genes and smart black shoes. He was in his outgoing look for when he needed to get some essentials.


"So in short, your on the verge of death on a daily basis?" He addressed Jonathan, then he gave a glance to the others. "Got restless back at his place and thought i'd try and do some good here. It's like gamer heaven there, but what with the Brotherhood on the move, i didnt want to sit on a couch playing Halo." He turned back to Jonathan, "Speaking of gaming, i had a feeling you'd be here for a while so i thought i'd bring this over to you."


Jacob held out in his hand a PSP and its charger wires.
 
On the rooftop of the building she is sitting on, Legs stays for some time; as evening dawns, she bundles her jacket behind her head and decides to sleep up there. It's safer than anywhere closer to the ground, where people are more likely to get to her to steal or try to harm her. Her sleep is restless, and in the morning, when she has awakened, she has decided. She is tired of this life...she will join this team. And if she thinks she can...she will try to trust them. At least Batgirl, anyway.
 
Batgirl frowned, "I am planning on investigating futher into this whole event, I will look into the problem with your helmet, we may be able to discover more as the UIT site is excavated." She then sighed and said lightly, "I assume Fallen has already briefed you, so I won't waste my breath. Anyways, I'll be back tomorrow to check in. I wish you luck," she said with a reasuring smile in her voice. With that, Batgirl turned, thanked Professor Xavier and Wolverine and left.


Batgirl walked down to the teleporter room and into the short tunnel of the teleporter. A disembodied voice sounded automatically after a body scan, "Recognized: Batgirl: zero, three, nine, seven," There was a bright light and Batgirl stepped out onto the cool stone floor of the Batcave. Walking around she found her bike in the sub-garage and that Batman was not back yet,--still probably taking care of business at the Hall. Batman wasn't there but Damian was, he was leaned back in a chair in front of the super computer, watching footage from inside the UIT while it was being attacked; he smirked wickedly and looked over his shoulder when he heard Batgirl's footsteps, "You look like shit." he snickered, "Congradulations, did you lose?"


She glared at the little kid, "My, we sure have a colourful vocabulary," Batgirl rolled her eyes then pulled off her mask and tossed the shredded bloody rag in his face as she passed him, "You already know the answer to that. Got you a souvenir,"


Damian grimmaced, unphased in the least. He was currently the youngest Bat-recruit, and the current Robin, at about twelve years in age. He turned around in the chair to lean over the back, "You're not telling me something," he decided, eyes narrowing.


Batgirl laughed, but didn't bother to answer him, taking the elevator up to mansion she had Alfred fix up her head wound and a few other little things. She cleaned herself up, did a spot of research, tied up some loose ends, then went to bed exhaused.
 
Johnathan smiled at fallen,and said, "Thanks. You're a mind reader." He taken the system and charge cables,and checked the game. Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep. He's going to have a very hard time with Terra's boss... "So,what do you think of the house? Besides gamer heaven?" He leaned down over the edge of the bed,and slapped the plug into the socket,then the charger cord into the system,and finally set the PSP on the bedside table. "I wonder if the cyberlegs will be waterproof...?"
 
In the morning Legs uses her tracking skills to find Batgirl, tracking her down to Batman's mansion, her resting place for the night. For several minutes she lingers outside the gates, too nervous to make herself actually step up and attempt to find a way inside.
 
Batgirl awoke that morning, made herself presentable for the day with an outfit Alfred had laid out for her including a pale seafoam green cashmere sweater with quartered sleeves, simple white skirt, silettos, and a bandaid on her head she had coloured black so it wouldn't be obvious when her short black hair layed over it, then went downstairs to the kitchen. "Miss Alice, you look well this morning," Alfred greeted her, and set her breakfast plate on the table. Alice smiled politely, "Thank you, Alfred, breakfast looks fantastic as usual," she checked her watch, a simplistic thing but expensive at a second glance, "It seems I'll be late if I don't hurry," She ate quickly and got up from the table, on the way out, she passed Tim, the former Robin, he punched her arm playfully, "Congrats, Al," She rolled her eyes but smiled, "It's no big deal," and swept past him, "If you'll excuse me, I have to run an errand," She grabbed a purse, the one with the keys to her favourite car--Alfred had her match her purses to her cars for the socialite effect, since Alice sought no point to do so, Alfred enjoyably took up the job for her.


She walked out to the Mansion's garage, a large area, with rows of cars leisurly lining both wall with a aisle down the middle for acsess, she walked down until she found her group of cars, she had the most out of all of the Bat family aliases, and they were all her babies; however she favoured one in particular, her white McLaren Mercedes SLR with red velvet leather interior. Alice smiled and stoked the paint job as she went around to the drivers side, "Good morning, Bell," she cooed, "Lets go a bit of a ride," Alice climbed in and put on a pair of dark shaded, round horn rimmed sunglasses. Bell was her only acception to her 'vintage' peronality style. Alice pressed a button and the convertible top folded itself inside of the trun. She drove out of the garage and down the long winding road to the front gates where she was shocked to see Legs standing awkwardly outside of them. The gates opened for her and pulled up next to Legs, "How did you find me?" Alice said immediately, it was more important than the 'why'.
 
Flushing darkly as Alice pulls up to her, Legs lets her eyes shift past her, her shoulders hunching in self-consciously as she tries to come up with her reply. Her hair is tangled, she is wearing the same clothes that she did the day before, and they are wrinkled, as if she has slept in them, which is in fact true. Her eyes take in first Alice's impeccable appearance, then her clearly new and expensive car, before skipping past them both to the mansion's exterior as she looks it over yet again, with the continued near unbelief that she has regarded it with for the twenty minutes she has been standing there at its sheer size. Though she usually cares little about her appearance, she finds herself combing her fingers furtively through her hair and straightening her posture as she forces herself to look back at Alice and answer her.


"I told you, I'm Lycan. If I want to find people bad enough...I mean, I remember their scents, so I can track them." She realizes what she's implying, that she badly wanted to find her, and her cheeks redden further before she shifts her weight, shrugging. "But...you look busy and everything, and it was more of a...something to do than anything, not...I'm not stalking you or anything."
 
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