corvus, jack (corbinian) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-04-23 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, nightwing |
Who: Corbinian The Bat (no really) and Nightwing
What: Escorting the Bat on his jaunt about town.
Where: Around Rainier.
When: The night the Bat was sighted after Thomas went into the hospital.
Warnings: None.
Jack was as prepared for the situation into which he was being thrown as he could be with no warning and only an hour of practice in the suit. He met Nightwing on the docks, after laboring across rooftops and judging carefully which jumps he could still make in the suit’s weight. He wasn’t used to the restriction of movement, of being forced to second guess himself. In the world where he was Corbinian, if he fell, he fell - it hardly mattered if he did, because as quickly as the fall could break him, he would mend. The Bat, however, was another matter entirely. The Bat could not fall.
He didn’t hold it against Max that she’d sent Nightwing along to make sure he didn’t fuck this up royally. He didn’t necessarily trust himself to be the Bat either, so the obvious escort actually didn’t sting. What actually made him simply want to get through the night and out the other side was the sensation of being the Bat, of representing him. Jack could think of no one in this world he had less desire to be. The suit was restricting and being knocked down in it over and over had made him feel like a fool, had sharpened his feelings of inadequacy to a keen, cutting edge. When this all was done, he would relish being Corbinian again (not Jack, since when did he ever relish being himself?), without the weight of a cape he didn’t know how to use and kevlar he had no need for, just himself and his facepaint, and his knives, without all the trappings and gadgetry.
The first stop was a bar where mob enforcers gathered in the back room to gamble and conduct friendly exchanges, bargaining for rights to certain jobs. The room was small, and the men well-armed, and Jack was still getting used to not being as quick on his feet as he ought to be, but he made it through the fight without any injury serious enough to take the Bat down. There was a moment of uncertainty when one of the men yanked his cape over his head, but e managed to use the motion of it to take the man down all the same.
It was close, but successful, and the rest of the night after that was easier. He made sure that he was seen by pedestrians, and he disabled a sparsely guarded drug operation deep in Rainier. This was what the Bat did. Someone had to, of course. And it wasn’t as if Jack never involved himself in larger matters, but he always took time to look for the smaller crimes and stop those as well. Who was going to, if they didn’t? But they weren’t the priorities of the Bat, so he fulfilled those important tasks so very not his own until he began to grow light outside.
He parted ways with Nightwing at the docks. The other man was surely wondering why someone without experience in a suit had been given this job - he didn’t blame him.