He took another bored sip of the stolen boba, knowing full well that Dick had gotten the largest size purely because he'd known that Jason was going to steal some.
"And that is why I let the man in the electricity proof suit play with trying to disarm things." He smirked around the oversized straw, leaning back so that he was half perched on the desk while Dick worked. At least until his husband started asking about back up plans. Then he set the drink aside in favor of pushing off the desk to stroll back over to the other two.
"I mean....I do got a shipping container, but you won't like it."
The container in question was tucked under the back overhang of the warehouse. It was a small-ish container, ten foot by seven foot on the outside and painted a neutral beige. Inside was considerably smaller, though it was still tall enough that he could walk without having to stoop. The soundproofing had taken up a good half a foot of the internal dimensions and the tools that where hung on the walls didn't help the feeling of claustrophobia. The chair that was bolted to the middle of the space was equipped with it's own restraints, however? So that was a bonus.
He was saved from having to promise his husband that the torture container hadn't been used in many years by Terry's awakening.
"Oh look who's awak- wait a minute. Boss? Did you say 'boss'?" He stepped closer, leaning down to glare behind his domino at the cowl's lenses before he turned to look at Dick. "Did he say 'boss'?"
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"And that is why I let the man in the electricity proof suit play with trying to disarm things." He smirked around the oversized straw, leaning back so that he was half perched on the desk while Dick worked. At least until his husband started asking about back up plans. Then he set the drink aside in favor of pushing off the desk to stroll back over to the other two.
"I mean....I do got a shipping container, but you won't like it."
The container in question was tucked under the back overhang of the warehouse. It was a small-ish container, ten foot by seven foot on the outside and painted a neutral beige. Inside was considerably smaller, though it was still tall enough that he could walk without having to stoop. The soundproofing had taken up a good half a foot of the internal dimensions and the tools that where hung on the walls didn't help the feeling of claustrophobia. The chair that was bolted to the middle of the space was equipped with it's own restraints, however? So that was a bonus.
He was saved from having to promise his husband that the torture container hadn't been used in many years by Terry's awakening.
"Oh look who's awak- wait a minute. Boss? Did you say 'boss'?" He stepped closer, leaning down to glare behind his domino at the cowl's lenses before he turned to look at Dick. "Did he say 'boss'?"