log: jason/eddie - a little night punching
Eddie wasn't waiting for his life to change, either.
He liked trouble and lately he had been allowing himself to get into it. Life without Stephanie had been hell and he thought having her back would make it better, but honestly? He needed a little of this too. He needed to feel like he was solving a problem no one else could, with the help of someone that had skills he admired and could never replicate himself. Eddie had always liked Jason and even if he didn't follow the bat code, that never bothered Eddie. He was the definition of family reunion pariah. The rogue (and he meant rogue not the gray area that Cat always lived in) that would earn black eyes and electric shock treatment via his skills once upon a time. Then, once he reformed, it was never really accepted. Even if reformation was exactly what Brucie wanted for all of his rogues (even the clown god help him) it was hard for all the Shadow babies to accept. And Eddie remembered being glad that Jason didn't kill him the first Christmas he showed up at.
Maybe things changed. Eddie and Jason were born from the same awful filth of Jersey and grew up in different ways. There was a base understanding between them that the world was bad and sometimes needed bad tricks to make it right. This, Eddie believed, was enough to make them pretty decent partners.
"Oh, the Russians. Meow face isn't going to like this." Eddie was back in Repose, snug as a bug in question marked PJ's. He didn't need close proximity to get the job done. Jason could hear typing and then a key pushed like a punctuation mark. "The wonderful thing about the Red Light District is that most of these buildings are almost a hundred years old. There are points of entry so big, even a crocodile sized rat could get on through." He turned the building around on the screen, looking for the perfect place to put the Hood.
Eddie remembered being in places like that as a boy, working for the Russians as their only leg up on the internet world. Surrounded by girls, boys, people who were pulled away to be touched and then spat back out disheveled and sniffling. Eddie knew the only way to make a statement was to have this be as if the Hood were a ghost slitting throats of sinners.
"The third floor, hmm?" Eddie had the floorplans, but he couldn't x-ray the place until Jason got in there. "Quiet's not exactly either of our styles, is it? I guess we'll have to improvise." He looked up the time this building became red light, and well wouldn't you know it? Prohibition era. "Time to take a booze cruise, Hood. Do you think you can make your way over to the basement? There's a locked hatch down and to the left."