ok fine its kind of a weapon and kind of a uuuuh aid? tool? look im making you a badass cyborg arm, come tell me what guns and lasers and crap you want on it
son, ive reprogrammed intergalactic warships, puhleeze but also yeah its a work in progress i knew how to make a descent, cape-grade prosthetic back home, but you might get some upgrades if/when i figure out better stuff
[ and when he arrives, roy will be swinging jason's front door open and holding the raw, metal skeleton of a soontobe cyborg arm, raising it up to wave with the cyborg hand at damian. ]
Sup, punk— [ and since this is his first time seeing Big Damian: ] Christ, who told you you could grow up yet?
[ it never really gets any easier to see echos of the past. roy harper was one of the many, many people who fell between the cracks during the regime. one of the people who hadn't taken kindly to oliver queen's brutal demise for obvious reasons.
he needs a moment to remind himself it's not his roy. he's got nothing to worry about. this roy has no secrets to spill.
so he walks closer, examining the craftsmanship. ]
Time. [ clark, mostly. he refrains from admitting he was never a child. ] I'm probably older than you are.
Yeah but if you're still shorter than me, it doesn't count. [ and you are still an inch! shorter! so you're still a baby, the end. this roy doesn't know anything about damian's dark future, and despite their spats and wrestling matches, he's still fond of this kid. he's fond of all the batkids, from grayson on down, even if the younger two he doesn't get a lot of face time with. they're still good kids, taking an internship that might completely destroy their lives, or turn them into dick grayson, it's kind of roulette when it comes to sidekicking.
he doesn't know what damian's seen in the future and roy's not going to ask. maybe someday, if D feels like talking, but it doesn't change his present, so he's not pulling on that string. for now, he just wants to take care of this kid and get him back in top fighting shape.]
Step into my office, we can talk accessories while I figure out how to attach this to you. [ with a waved hand, roy leads him through jason and loki's place, through to the garage or closet or whatever room roy's been allowed to set up shop in. roy plops down on a rolling stool and pushes another out for damian to take before motioning him to scoot closer. ] I'm gonna need to touch your shoulder, you good with that?
[ by shoulder, he means what's left of where your arm was, buddy. he gets that's not going to be comfortable, but roy knows better than to just start manhandling robins, least of all injured ones. ]
[ he grunts in acknowledgement, shrugging off his jacket and offering out his arm, pulling his hair away so he doesn't have to worry about roy accidentally tugging or snagging on it. the arm he has is baseline, basic, not modified at all. he doesn't trust himself to be vulnerable unless he has a guarantee he's got something workable.
but the arm itself - where human flesh terminates and metal starts to cover it - has been neatly and precisely sheared off at the shoulder. ]
Go wild. Can't do worse than what's already been done.
[ the ball cap roy has on is yanked around so it sits backwards on his head, hair tucked back into it, and he rolls his chair over to damian's side to inspect the arm he's offering. a hand on where the metal and flesh meets, roy turns the appendage one way and the other, observing how it interacts with the port, letting out a chuckle at the comment. ]
Nah, don't worry about it, man. Chicks dig cyborgs. [ he has not been a cyborg in his lifetime but he's seen enough scifi to know, okay? ] So talk to me about your current gear. What're you lacking? Do you do guns now or just sharp stuff?
[ meanwhile, he's working on detaching the prosthetic from the metal hub to look at what the hardware and connections look like underneath. he's no surgeon, so as far as the piece that's attached to damian, they're working with what the city gave him. ]
[ utterly obnoxious. damian's brows tick down minuetly, ignoring the faint stab of discomfort at remembering his now gone ex-girlfriend and best friend. ]
If they did, Victor would have a girlfriend.
[ so he settles for a pot-shot at his best friend from back home. ]
I prefer bladed weapons. Guns in a pinch. I have a perfectly usable sword so I want something I can use to defend myself, either a hidden blade or something that can be shot at close range. An EMP would go a long way here.
[ disconnecting the prosthetic, roy lays it out on a nearby table and turns back to what's left on damian's shoulder, inspecting how it connected to the other piece and which ports might serve which functions. ]
Game's a factor too. Maybe Victor just sucks at it.
[ cool cyborg arms can only pull so much of the weight, okay, you have to do some of it yourself by being a likable person. damian's a robin, they're all likable in their own ways. well, they're all at least some level of charming, even if its 'you little shit' charming. ]
An EMP might mean frying your arm for a while too, but I'll see what I can do. Other shit's no problem.
[ roy snorts, because he's 0% surprised that damian's willing to fight one armed. any of the batkids could take most bad guys one-armed, they're just that good. ]
Yeah, I'm sure you can fight one-legged too, but let's avoid it if we can, huh?
[ there could other convenient things an EMP would fry, but as long as roy can think ahead and apply protection from it, damian should be a-okay. ]
[ jason did tell him recently that if only his leg returned from errands, he'd honor him by using it to beat people with. so there's that. ]
Think so. Time's kinda off for us, but if there's anything else different, he hasn't told me.
[ of course, it's jason. he's not exactly the most giving with information, but the thought of it doesn't bother roy that much. it won't change who he is or how he relates to the people he knows. he's busy taking measurements, recording notes with his implant, and glances up to damian's face for a second. ]
What about you? Is it our future you're from, or a different place completely?
Really. Took a nuke for someone to finally off the Joker? [ he meets damian's eyes for a moment, letting that new sink in, heavy in his chest, and roy sighs, shaking his head. ] I wish I could be surprised.
[ 'beat a child to death with a crowbar' was the line for roy, honestly, but ollie wasn't ever as into bruce's theory on non-lethal methods. a lot of people deserve a second chance, sure, and maybe they don't have the authority or moral ground to decide that themselves, but you know what? if it were making that choice or losing millions, you're damn right the Joker's going 6 feet under. ]
Bats still running around, or are you guys on your own now?
B did? [ said with brows raised, roy meeting damian’s eyes again to make sure he heard that right. Wow, someone fell pretty fucking low. ] Even after the nuke, he still thinks Arkham’s enough to handle people like the Joker?
[ not exactly a new concept, but still a fucking aggravating one. As far as roy’s concerned, the joker should’ve been taken out days, hours, minutes after what happened to jason, but gotham has never been his city, and roy’s vote doesn’t count. ]
Welp, you don’t usually graduate from sidekick without a period of not being on speaking terms. [ as a batkid or an arrowkid, that’s just how it be sometimes. ] So, fuck Batman, and congrats on leaving the kiddie table.
Arkham's gone. That was what he threw his first fit over - it being shut down and somewhere better being built. [ he scoffs, clearly annoyed. ] But that's the right attitude.
[ pity roy doesn't agree with him in his own world. a goddamn shame oliver queen had to go and get himself killed by fighting for the wrong cause. ]
[ the word sidekick is an unpleasant feeling for most of these former sidekicks, so he gets it. it's one thing when its a semi-adoptive dad weaponizing you, another when it's the biological one that's supposed to be protecting you at all costs. but, hey, vigilante life is like that. ]
Wait wait, you're saying he got his bat-panties in a twist because someone wanted to improve the holding pen for the criminally insane?
[ if he's understanding 'shut down and somewhere better being built' correctly. makes it sound like your routine civic infrastructure boost, so what's batman's issue? ]
What, was he hoping the asbestos would finish the job on everyone he threw in there?
[ roy snorts, shaking his head. man, the future is a hell of a trip, isn't it? ]
Jesus. God forfuckingbid a rehabilitation system actually work to rehabilitate people.
[ and the boy in him that had his life saved by rehabilitation programs and people is deeply annoyed that bruce only cares about keeping criminals alive so long as he gets to beat them up again. yeah, sure, that's the right way to solve a crime epidemic, makes total sense. asshat. ]
Always knew Bats was a little unhinged, but I never expected he'd go that far. [ said somewhat more somberly, ] Sorry that's all been put on you to handle.
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i'm making you a present but i need you to come by jaybird's place for measurements
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its a thing
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can't see coming.
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ok fine its kind of a weapon and kind of a uuuuh aid?
tool?
look im making you a badass cyborg arm, come tell me what guns and lasers and crap you want on it
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Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought.
[ and that's ALL YOU'RE GETTING before he's heading over ]
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but also yeah its a work in progress
i knew how to make a descent, cape-grade prosthetic back home, but you might get some upgrades if/when i figure out better stuff
[ and when he arrives, roy will be swinging jason's front door open and holding the raw, metal skeleton of a soontobe cyborg arm, raising it up to wave with the cyborg hand at damian. ]
Sup, punk— [ and since this is his first time seeing Big Damian: ] Christ, who told you you could grow up yet?
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he needs a moment to remind himself it's not his roy. he's got nothing to worry about. this roy has no secrets to spill.
so he walks closer, examining the craftsmanship. ]
Time. [ clark, mostly. he refrains from admitting he was never a child. ] I'm probably older than you are.
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he doesn't know what damian's seen in the future and roy's not going to ask. maybe someday, if D feels like talking, but it doesn't change his present, so he's not pulling on that string. for now, he just wants to take care of this kid and get him back in top fighting shape.]
Step into my office, we can talk accessories while I figure out how to attach this to you. [ with a waved hand, roy leads him through jason and loki's place, through to the garage or closet or whatever room roy's been allowed to set up shop in. roy plops down on a rolling stool and pushes another out for damian to take before motioning him to scoot closer. ] I'm gonna need to touch your shoulder, you good with that?
[ by shoulder, he means what's left of where your arm was, buddy. he gets that's not going to be comfortable, but roy knows better than to just start manhandling robins, least of all injured ones. ]
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but the arm itself - where human flesh terminates and metal starts to cover it - has been neatly and precisely sheared off at the shoulder. ]
Go wild. Can't do worse than what's already been done.
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Nah, don't worry about it, man. Chicks dig cyborgs. [ he has not been a cyborg in his lifetime but he's seen enough scifi to know, okay? ] So talk to me about your current gear. What're you lacking? Do you do guns now or just sharp stuff?
[ meanwhile, he's working on detaching the prosthetic from the metal hub to look at what the hardware and connections look like underneath. he's no surgeon, so as far as the piece that's attached to damian, they're working with what the city gave him. ]
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If they did, Victor would have a girlfriend.
[ so he settles for a pot-shot at his best friend from back home. ]
I prefer bladed weapons. Guns in a pinch. I have a perfectly usable sword so I want something I can use to defend myself, either a hidden blade or something that can be shot at close range. An EMP would go a long way here.
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Game's a factor too. Maybe Victor just sucks at it.
[ cool cyborg arms can only pull so much of the weight, okay, you have to do some of it yourself by being a likable person. damian's a robin, they're all likable in their own ways. well, they're all at least some level of charming, even if its 'you little shit' charming. ]
An EMP might mean frying your arm for a while too, but I'll see what I can do. Other shit's no problem.
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I can fight one-armed if I need to.
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Yeah, I'm sure you can fight one-legged too, but let's avoid it if we can, huh?
[ there could other convenient things an EMP would fry, but as long as roy can think ahead and apply protection from it, damian should be a-okay. ]
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[ he's his brother's brother. sometimes you just want to take your arm off and beat someone in the head with it.
he glances at roy out of the corner of his eye, turning his gaze back to the wall. ]
Are you from the same universe that the older Jason is?
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Think so. Time's kinda off for us, but if there's anything else different, he hasn't told me.
[ of course, it's jason. he's not exactly the most giving with information, but the thought of it doesn't bother roy that much. it won't change who he is or how he relates to the people he knows. he's busy taking measurements, recording notes with his implant, and glances up to damian's face for a second. ]
What about you? Is it our future you're from, or a different place completely?
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[ bless jason for not dropping all his secrets. damian meets his eyes for a moment and then looks away. ]
In my world, Joker dropped a nuke on Metropolis. Killed millions... We stopped putting up with people like him after that.
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[ 'beat a child to death with a crowbar' was the line for roy, honestly, but ollie wasn't ever as into bruce's theory on non-lethal methods. a lot of people deserve a second chance, sure, and maybe they don't have the authority or moral ground to decide that themselves, but you know what? if it were making that choice or losing millions, you're damn right the Joker's going 6 feet under. ]
Bats still running around, or are you guys on your own now?
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[ his voice is terribly cold. lacking any and all sympathy. ]
We're not on speaking terms.
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[ not exactly a new concept, but still a fucking aggravating one. As far as roy’s concerned, the joker should’ve been taken out days, hours, minutes after what happened to jason, but gotham has never been his city, and roy’s vote doesn’t count. ]
Welp, you don’t usually graduate from sidekick without a period of not being on speaking terms. [ as a batkid or an arrowkid, that’s just how it be sometimes. ] So, fuck Batman, and congrats on leaving the kiddie table.
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Arkham's gone. That was what he threw his first fit over - it being shut down and somewhere better being built. [ he scoffs, clearly annoyed. ] But that's the right attitude.
[ pity roy doesn't agree with him in his own world. a goddamn shame oliver queen had to go and get himself killed by fighting for the wrong cause. ]
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Wait wait, you're saying he got his bat-panties in a twist because someone wanted to improve the holding pen for the criminally insane?
[ if he's understanding 'shut down and somewhere better being built' correctly. makes it sound like your routine civic infrastructure boost, so what's batman's issue? ]
What, was he hoping the asbestos would finish the job on everyone he threw in there?
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[ he scoffs. ]
I watched him use every single file he had on the rest of the League to try to torture them into agreeing that things were fine as they were.
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Jesus. God forfuckingbid a rehabilitation system actually work to rehabilitate people.
[ and the boy in him that had his life saved by rehabilitation programs and people is deeply annoyed that bruce only cares about keeping criminals alive so long as he gets to beat them up again. yeah, sure, that's the right way to solve a crime epidemic, makes total sense. asshat. ]
Always knew Bats was a little unhinged, but I never expected he'd go that far. [ said somewhat more somberly, ] Sorry that's all been put on you to handle.
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