Joshua Blake // Terry McGinnis // Batman (dork_knight) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-13 03:58:00 |
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Who: Josh Blake
What: What this bat does on rooftops - an experiment in aerodynamics and advanced propulsion
When: Tuesday Night
Where: The roof of JL HQ in Gotham
Warnings: None! Unless you're afraid of heights? XD
Josh was sitting on the roof of the JL's Gotham HQ. They didn't have any gargoyles. In fact, they had some beach chairs, a grill, and a couple of lawn gnomes someone had stuck up there. That was more their style than gargoyles anyway. It made it a little harder to brood, but that wasn't, technically, why he'd come up here anyway.
Jen had taken off. He was worried about her, but he was also worried that maybe he wasn't as worried as he should be. He'd grown up reading the comics, and Terry had grown up hearing the stories, and it was hard not to trust Clark to look after Jen if there was anyway he could. Jen had definitely been different since everyone experienced the reality shift and he didn't know what to say to her. He could offer comfort and logical advice, but he hadn't been there. His memories of the other world were nearly identical to this one, except it had been Tawny who trapped him instead of JJ, and the group that would eventually be the JL hadn't arrived in time. After that, everything was a blank. Jen had told him about what had happened after that, what she'd done, but he couldn't get his head around it. Telling him that Jennifer Hill was some kind of evil sociopath was like telling him that two plus two equaled nine, the words made sense individually, but together they didn't signify anything more than nonsense. In some way it was real though, and she had to deal with it.
He hoped the time away would help her. Even if it didn't, what could anyone do? She'd flown off and he couldn't very well go after her. He was aiming to fix that though, at least on a small scale. That was why he was on the roof, standing on the edge looking out over the lights of the city.
Terry's Batsuit was an amazing piece of technology. Josh hadn't been able to resist tinkering with it since the day he got it. Some people might have jumped headlong into giving it a real world test drive, but he'd wanted to know how it worked. That also meant figuring out how to fix it, and how to tweak it to his own style of vigilante insanity. The armor was, literally, a lifesaver. The neuro-muscular amplification was the first thing he'd messed with. It made the idea of him trying to go out and fight crime far less ridiculous, and he'd managed to increase it's capabilites even further by overclocking the circuits, even if it was sort of cheating. He'd take any advantage he could get. Then he'd left off the cowl and switched the big red bad on the front for plain black once the JL had gotten together officially and decided to use codenames and be slightly less obvious. That had been a good decision. The synaptic controls were left as is, already at least twenty years ahead of current technology. He was the king of early adopters. Wouldn't other computer geeks be jealous if they knew? The situational camouflage was the same, too advanced to improve, for now, but extremely useful for lurking just as it was.
The only thing he'd worked on, since day one, but never had the guts to try, was the powered gliding. Josh wasn't afraid of heights, but he had some perfectly rational fear about leaping from them. Every logical part of his brain told him that jumping off of a tall building was something that he shouldn't do. Now though, he figured there was no better time to jump off a roof. Maybe it was the residual effect of essentially having spent a week dead. Maybe it was because he missed Jen and wished there was more he could do. Or maybe it was just time.
He spread his arms, the suit's ultralight wings unfolding and catching the wind.
He closed his eyes.
He counted to three.
And
then
he
jumped...
A dark shape shot over the buildings below with a shout of pure exhilaration. It worked, and it was amazing.