Dick would never imply that Jason was getting soft ever, even if he dared think it every single day. The knowing smile tugged on the corner of the his mouth as he watched Jason support the kid's neck. He wound rope around lax ankles and wrists, knowing that Jason chooses his furniture to withstand this kind of treatment.
"Yeah, we could. Or I could just..."
He pulled out the multitool from the end of an escrima and tipped Terry's head forward, exposing the little panel at the nape of the cowl. A few pokes later, the panel opened up and Dick gave a little huh as his eyes narrowed.
"He changed a couple things since the last time I was in here, but I should be able to disable the radar right...her--!" A zap made Dick pull his hand back, dropping the tool and hissing under his breath.
"Fuck, okay. You got a Faraday handy in your back pocket or should we throw him into a shipping crate somewhere?" he said, even as he rounded the chair to tap on the console on Terry's forearm. "Or maybe the override code still works. He couldn't have changed everything, could he?"
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"Yeah, we could. Or I could just..."
He pulled out the multitool from the end of an escrima and tipped Terry's head forward, exposing the little panel at the nape of the cowl. A few pokes later, the panel opened up and Dick gave a little huh as his eyes narrowed.
"He changed a couple things since the last time I was in here, but I should be able to disable the radar right...her--!" A zap made Dick pull his hand back, dropping the tool and hissing under his breath.
"Fuck, okay. You got a Faraday handy in your back pocket or should we throw him into a shipping crate somewhere?" he said, even as he rounded the chair to tap on the console on Terry's forearm. "Or maybe the override code still works. He couldn't have changed everything, could he?"