"Don't talk to me about that shipping container right now," came Dick's clipped response, a little distant from how focused he was on remembering the override control code. Of course he knew about the shipping container. He has been in this warehouse enough times to have wandered through the entire space of it, even been in the container to check out its intricacies when Jason hadn't been around. He marvelled at every journey he got into his husband's head. There was so much he was still unearthing about Jason, and much of it resulted in the most confusing of mixed emotions. Nothing was ever simple, but it was always worth it. So they would have to talk more about that shipping container later.
Later, when he didn't have just one try left on the override code. His eyes narrowed as he bit his bottom lip and punched in the last combination he could think of. After a brief pause, it resulted in a green light on the panel, and Dick hummed in victory.
However, the victory was short lived when a hoarse laugh came from above him and Dick looked up, brows lifting in surprise. He looked at Jason, back to the cowl, then at Jason again.
"Wish he didn't." Fuck. He stood up and rounded to the back of the cowl again, this time, quickly pulling out the power feed for the coms and GPS easily without a single shock going off.
"No more voices in your head, kid." Not that Dick really knew if it was a kid or not, but old patterns died hard, and he always erred on the side of assuming the worst of Bruce. It'd been a while since he took a cursory deep-dive into Bruce's files, and he hadn't managed to dig up much before Jason arrived with the kid in tow.
"Just you and us now. I pulled the plug on the comms and GPS so he's not gonna find you." Dick stepped around to stand beside Jason and folded his arms across his chest with a small resigned sigh. Come on, Bruce. "Listen, this is real cliché, but there's a reason why everyone starts by saying there's an easy way, and a hard way, and it's really up to you to choose." He dropped the casual tone, voice slipping into a colder demand.
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Later, when he didn't have just one try left on the override code. His eyes narrowed as he bit his bottom lip and punched in the last combination he could think of. After a brief pause, it resulted in a green light on the panel, and Dick hummed in victory.
However, the victory was short lived when a hoarse laugh came from above him and Dick looked up, brows lifting in surprise. He looked at Jason, back to the cowl, then at Jason again.
"Wish he didn't." Fuck. He stood up and rounded to the back of the cowl again, this time, quickly pulling out the power feed for the coms and GPS easily without a single shock going off.
"No more voices in your head, kid." Not that Dick really knew if it was a kid or not, but old patterns died hard, and he always erred on the side of assuming the worst of Bruce. It'd been a while since he took a cursory deep-dive into Bruce's files, and he hadn't managed to dig up much before Jason arrived with the kid in tow.
"Just you and us now. I pulled the plug on the comms and GPS so he's not gonna find you." Dick stepped around to stand beside Jason and folded his arms across his chest with a small resigned sigh. Come on, Bruce. "Listen, this is real cliché, but there's a reason why everyone starts by saying there's an easy way, and a hard way, and it's really up to you to choose." He dropped the casual tone, voice slipping into a colder demand.
"Start talking."