Re: At the Roulette Wheels
Jack followed silently behind Ivy, and when they stepped into the security room, predictably, he scanned every screen looking for the missing staff before he let his attention settle back on her. He didn't know what she thought of him, and it didn't really matter, in the end. What mattered was the issue of the hostages, and getting them out safe.
Jack didn't have anything to lose, really, hadn't for a long time, but that didn't mean he was willing to give up information she might use against him. At the very least, there were people in this town he was meant to be protecting (people he'd sent messages they hadn't responded to, which was troubling). Letting on that Jason Todd had a special grudge against her, and had clued him in to the sort of crimes she'd been responsible for in the past, might prove to be problematic.
"Because you're famous, and I thought I'd get a larger share of the glory by going after you and your friend," he said, dark eyes fixed on her. "Or that's what you expect, I think." There was depth there, but he was difficult to read past the surface calm he'd spent years cultivating, calm that had come only from screaming hatred and killing to exhaustion. It was nice to think, at least, that all that was entirely in his past. "The hostages are no good to you. You don't need them for protection, so why keep them?"