14422/The Rarest of Things, A Quiet Night at the Tower

The Rarest of Things, A Quiet Night at the Tower
Date of Scene:	15 March 2023
Location:	Roof - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	= Another Robin changes their name, Freddy almost misses curfew, Hank doesn't punch Jinx, Troia mocks Terry's jacket, and Dawn gets wet.
Cast of Characters:	Hank Hall, Dawn Granger, Donna Troy, Damian Wayne, Terry O'Neil, Jinx, Freddy Freeman

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Hank Hall has posed:
The last time Hank Hall was standing atop the Tower, there was a light dusting of snow on it, Dawn was in someone else's body, he had been knocked to the ground by a Kryptonian, and he smacked around a vengeful magician. Oh, and had somehow lost his cell phone.

This time, the weather was a bit more temperate. There was no snow on the ground, and the air was just the right point where the hot tub can be used to counteract the chill and not feel overbearing. Not that Hank was leaping into its waters, although the thought occurred to him. As did others, as he stood staring out into the city, leaning against the railing. Thinking about what his past few weeks had been like. And the past few months before them. And the past few years before _them_. He had some decisions, to make, and some were easier than others.

Dawn Granger has posed:
The last time Dawn had been on the top of Titans Tower, she had briefly been in the body of a Kryptonian, crashed into her partner, and had to plead her case that she was the real Dawn Granger. While that time had been intense and dramatic, the roof this time has a much different feel.

She walks out from the elevator to the roof, a smile spreading across her features as she notes Hank. Briefly, she considers making sure her presence is known to him so as not to startle him, but her smile broadens when she realizes now that she's back in her own body, he'd easily be able to sense her. "I really hope I'm not interrupting some existential crisis," she teases lightly, moving to take a seat on one of the lounge chairs. She's eyeing the hot tub, but just relaxing does sound ideal. "I'll be quiet if you need to ponder eternity or something."

Donna Troy has posed:
    The scudding clouds above peel apart and reform about the dark form of a flyer descending towards the roof, a momentary interruption to the indefatigable whiteness of the late winter sky. There's no alert from the Tower's potent sensors, so before the dark shape becomes clear to the eye, there's already the reassurance the figure heading to a landing on the Tower's roof is meant to be there.

    The figure descends rapidly and breaks hard to come in to a gentle landing, the now familiar black of Donna's new full-body armor contrasting starkly the glint of pale reflected sunlight from the silvered stars running down its sides. "Hank, Dawn," Donna says in greeting, a slightly strained smile on her face. "Please tell me any existential crises are of the emotional kind, I'm getting a little tired of the more literal ones." The tension breaks in a moment, and her smile widens into a grin. "Don't mind me, sometimes it's fun to complain that existence keeps being in crisis, but it's what we all live for. Please carry on with any existential crises you may or may not have been having, but it's always good to talk about them."

    Donna stretches and rolls her shoulders before joining Dawn in taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs. "So how are you two getting on?" she asks. "Sounds like things have been confusing."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     The last time Damian had been at the top of the Tower, he had been contemplating wether or not he belonged amongst the group. The world had been inundated with doppelgangers, and one had nearly caused the death of one of the then two people on the team he could consider a friend. He almost quit that night, sometimes he had thought that he should have.

  instead of leaving, he would just do what he was best at, coming and going as he pleased. Though there was one last bit of business he had to take care of regarding his old uniform, it had to be packed up and replaced with his new one. Through the whtie clouds a black form started to approach, glowing red accents dot the otherwise black figure with arms spread out, coming in for a landing gently on the top of the tower. None of the alarms went off, which meant whomever was inside the suit had a T-Comm on themselves and was listed as a friendly.

  The Bat symbol on the chest gave hismelf away, whomever this was, it was a member of the Bat Family. He approached the others, as the helmet's lower half gave way, and revealed Damian's mouth and chin. "Troia, Hawk, Dove." The voice was not modulated, it was definitely Damian in there.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
It may surprise some people to know that Terry is human. Well, half of the time. One of those halves seems to be taking place right now, as Terry steps out of the elevator, red hair and pale skin and freckles with nary a cat tail or ears to be seen.

He's wearing a yellow and black windbreaker to account for the temperature, black jeans and shirt to top off the ensemble. A few steps out of the elevator, he seems surprised at stumbling upon a public gathering where he was expecting the roof to be deserted at this hour.

"Oh- hey, am I interrupting  something?" He usually is.

Hank Hall has posed:
Once the silence is broken by Dawn, Hank relaxes. Which is probably a good thing as the cavalcade of heroes begins to arrive. "No, no crisis," replies Hank, pushing away from the railing and heading over in the direction of the lounge chairs and hot tub. He is dressed as he typically is around the Tower - grey sweats. "Just your standard musing about the lives that we live." He glances over as Donna floats in, and chuckles for a moment. "Exactly, how reality itself would fall apart if we didn't patch it up, again and again."

Hank glances over at the hot tub for a moment, as if considering it, and then Damian arrives, followed by Terry. "No, not interrupting anything," he calls over towards him, before looking to Damian. "You know, when you're here, and I'm wearing this, you can just call me Hank." He points at Dawn. "Dawn." He points at Donna, and then pauses. "Uh, you know, kind of need a Playbill there, I guess?" He shrugs, and then looks back to Damian. "Relax a bit, kid."

As if deciding that it is necessary to do so to encourage said relaxation, he reaches down with cross hands and pulls the sweatshirt over his head, tossing it over to land in a pile next to an open lounge chair. The sweatpants follow, leaving him in something resembling board trunks. The chill of the air washes over him, but he still takes a nice, languid journey over towards the hot tub.

"Just another day in paradise, right?" he asks as he settles into the water, stretching out as he does so.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx is singing to herself as she makes her way up the stairs rather than taking the elevator, "Titan's Tower, it's a quiet visage. Every day, like the one before. Titan's Tower, full of psycho people. Waking up to say.. Fuck you.. Fuck you.. Fuck.." She finger guns straight at Hank as she says that coming through the door.

Did she -prepare- this song? hells yes she prepared this song. "There goes the wanker who did punch me squarely. The same old psycho on this roof. Since the morning that he placed, a full fist upon my face, I've been cursing his shit breakfast every daaaay.."

She does a twirl and gives him two more middle fingers before she stops and realises just -how many Titans- are on the roof today. This was meant to be a private showing of her singing and dancing skills to piss off Hank. Also to admit just how much of a grudge she's been holding against him.

Dawn Granger has posed:
"Hawk and Dove only really come out for danger, so we're Hank and Dawn most of the time. At least the names are easy to remember in comparison," Dawn notes, eyes following Hank as he decides to go ahead and go for the hot tub. "Another day in paradise. Though I figure that..."

She trails off, her attention drawn to Jinx with the song. Her gaze flits to Hank, and then back to Jinx. Uh oh.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna greets Damian with a smile, a nod and a "Hi Robin." It's a lot less effusive than her normal greetings for a Titan who has been scarce, but this is Damian. He doesn't like effusive greetings, and Donna's pretty confident that he'll know she's glad to see him. He'll also know she would like it if he was around more -- she has seen more of him at the special Amazon swordfight training she arranged for him to go with his xiphos than she has at the Tower lately. Still, this is his affair and she doesn't want to interfere. "Nice armor," she adds. "Fancy. Better than Terry's new costume."

    The yellow jacket isn't part of Terry's new costume, and she knows it. Terry gets a wink.

    Donna hops to her feet and crosses over to the mini fridge (of course the Titans have a mini fridge on the roof) to fetch herself a beer. "Anyone else want one?" she asks, holding one out in the direction of Hank who she figures is the most likely to say yes.

    Donna glances in Jinx's direction too, one eyebrow arched questioningly. Presumably she's extending the offer of beer to the impolite British sorceress too. "Bonjour Jinx," she adds knowingly. "Play nice."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian, or rather, Batwing looked to Hank and maintained an even face. He almost never called anyone by their names while he was in uniform. But that was his way, cause there was no way he was taking off a mask or helmet outdoors.

  He took a moment to step over to the chairs and took a seat. That was about the time that Jinx came in doing an angry impression of Belle, though he skipped over watching the movies from the Disney Renaissance, so he had no frame of reference. "So...what the hell was that?" Was about all he could ask, if there was something that needed intervention, there were plenty of others that could fill that particular need.

  "Oh, is this it? Very...maneuverable?" He offers up to Terry, unaware of it not being part of a costume. "Oh, right. This...is Batwing, I've decided to...move on to my next phase. I was ready to make the move." He explains to Donna, and anyone else interested in knowing.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"This isn't my new costume, Ro-Batwing, Donna is lying." He gives the Amazon an arched eyebrow, "I actually arranged a meeting with Janet Van Dyne to design my new outfit. She seems to be under the impression that I should borrow Tigra's old look- which I considered for a while before I refused."

He shrugs, "I mean, there is no way I can fill a sports bra the way she ca-"

And his joke dies on the spot as Jix proceeds to enact the Beauty And the Beating Up On Hank. He may not be in cat form right now, but Terry knows a chaotic disaster about to happen when he sees one, and he goes into a mental frenzy of trying to plan ways to avoid a confrontation.

He could, for example, steal Hank's swimming trunks, forcing him to stay under the water and not come up to punch Jinx. That could work, except for the fact that he doesn't quite know how you steal someone's swimming trunks when they are /wearing/ them. He's a Cheshire, Jim, not a master thief.

He could, for example, freeze the water of the hot tub so Hank has to punch his way out of it and buy Jinx some time to make a hasty retreat. Except, he forgot, he's not Iceman.

He COULD open a rabbit hole to let Jinx slip through- but he's not in cat form right now.

He sighs, shrugs, and says "Well... I tried," which is probably a remark that will puzzle most people.

"And Donna, I'm not old enough to drink. Get me a soda."

Hank Hall has posed:
A glance is sent over towards Damian, and Hank nods. "Batwing. Seems like a reasonable enough name. All the other cool Bat names were taken, unless you want to be Batkid, and that..." He lifts his hand from the water and wobbles it a bit.

And then comes Jinx. Hank turns his gaze towards her as she sings and scowls. The rest of the Titans may be scrambling like it is one of those Wild West movies to hide behind the piano player, but Hank himself just shakes his head as she comes in. "Yeah, yeah, I probably deserved it." No leaping from the hot tub here. "I mean, you deserved it first, for calling Dawn a liar." He lifts up his other hand from the water and points a dripping hand at Dawn, probably with enough velocity that it hurls a bit of the water at her. "That's Dawn, by the way. Pleased to meet her." Then he looks as if to explain to the other Titans.

"This one came here calling her a liar, and then some things happened and she cursed me, and among other things, my phone got pitched over the side of the tower." Then he turns his gaze back to Jinx. "But don't worry, her face looked worse than my phone did, so as far as I'm concerned, we can call it square now." He leans back against the side of the tub now, resting both arms against the edge. "Deal?"

Jinx has posed:
Play Nice? She put all that effort in to rewriting the lyrics just to tell Hank how she's been fucking with him secretly for days. And now she has to Play Nice? A less adult person might say 'He started it' which he did, but she grumbles and accepts the beer, "Bonjour."

She squints at Dawn. "You look a lot less muscular than you did last time. Nice to meet you repla---" She stops saying what she was going to say. She has no real reason to be -that- mean to Hank. Besides, he proved he was the more childish one here. She clears her throat.

"Oi Hank. Seriously fuck you. I warn you some random you don't know is claiming to be someone else and you call me a liar then punch me in the face? you've got issues." She grimaces at him and then lifts up the beer with middle finger elevated and takes a long sip.

"Batwing? I thought you were called Nightwing?" That's about as much attention as she's paid to the difference between Dick and Damian. Her life didn't revolve around the Titans or Gotham for that matter. She shrugs her shoulders, "Eh. Cool look though."

Regardless, it's a regular roof party now and like usual she's dragged down the mood. She shuffles off closer to the edge of the tower to put her back to the people she struggles to let in. Orphan defenses - certain ex-Robin's'd get it.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
    A sudden flash of lightning streaks across the sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder. And then, Pantheon comes soaring onto the rooftop, landing with a graceful step, red half-cape fluttering behind him.

    "Hey, Titans! Hope I'm not interrupting," Pantheon greets them with a broad grin, his blue and gold uniform crackling with little energy sparks. "Mind if I join in on the fun? Could use a break from patrols." He says, looking at each hero takes in turn and noticing the new armor that Damian is wearing. "Whoa, Robin, that's a slick new suit! You look like you're ready to take on the world."

Dawn Granger has posed:
The song is catchy, which is the unfortunate part of it. However, the lyrics do have Dawn cringing a bit as she walks over towards the edge of the hot tub. She looks between Hank and Jinx, but Hanks's reaction gets a small smile. She sits down next to the tub, rolling up her leggings so she can stick her feet in. "I apologize on his behalf for the punching," she offers with a kind smile.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna passes out beers to Hank and Jinx, tosses a soda to Terry, leaves another soda and a bottle of water on top of the fridge in case Freddy or Damian want to make a late claim, and retreats to her seat with a beer of her own.

    "Batwing. Nice," she says to Damian. "Want me to update your team ID with that, or planning to do it yourself?" she asks. Perhaps a subtle reminder to him of his place in the team!

    Pantheon's arrival gets a broad Amazon grin, and she gestures towards the soda on top of the fridge in case he's thirsty. "Not at all, Pantheon. Just a random gathering on the roof. An ancient Titans tradition. Please do join us."

    Donna glances between Hank and Jinx, but there doesn't seem to be anything about to kick off, so she sees no reason to interfere. "Ro... Batwing, you may remember Jinx. Used to be with Doctor Light's band of idiots. She has seen the light and is staying with us for a while. She wants to help us deal with H.I.V.E. Given us a lot of useful information about who they actually are and what they're doing, which is good. Because our own investigation pretty much stalled when they seemed to have stopped bothering us. There are reports if you want to get caught up."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian gives a nod to Hank from the approval of the name. "I am eighteen, and in my h-my first home, you were a man at thirteen it did not seem apropriate to call myself 'kid' in any epithet even given my former short stature. And seeming how Batman was already taken, I decided to go a new route."

  "Nightwing is my..." that was about the time Freddy had hopped in and what an entrance. "I have to pack up the Robin suit and take it back to the Cave. Thank you though, its Batwing, now." Said with a wink from the white eyelets, seems like they are able to turn off at least, instead of the soft white glow all the time.

  "I made it to better defend myself with...Titan level threats."

  Damian's exposed mouth does indeed make a small smile, proud of what he had made. "I'll do it after tonight. This was the last location that had a Robin suit, so after tonight...it is official." But the English woman did make him want to propose a question. "Is she a new member?" Looking to Donna, giving a slight gesture to Jinx. "Oh. oh." He responds. The plot thickens! "I remember that, and how much it pissed me off not able to find more on them back then." It isn't like it was hard to piss him off, but you know.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Huh," Terry says, looking up at Pantheon. "This is the first time I see you all Shazammed up. Unless..." he frowns, "Unless I don't remember from when I was all woozy. There's a lot I don't remember from those days. Gar tells me I staged an impromptu re-enactment of the Why Should I Worry number from Oliver and Company using cucumbers with faces drawn on them, but you can't believe anything he says."

He sits on the edge of the hot tub, carefully opening his soda because Donna /tossed/ it at him and he has learned his lesson. It only took him getting splahed three times.

"So is that it for the Robinses?" he asks, tilting his head, "I mean, there's Red Robin, but he's not Robin-Robin, he's Burger-chain-Robin. I mean, I could put in an application, see if Bats wants to train me. Goodness knows I've got nothing else to do with my life since being laid off from The Planet." Yes. He is whining. Yes, he knows. "Man, the hot tub looks like such a good idea. I should've brought my swimming trunks, but they're all the way in New York."

He glances over to Jinx, "... Dawn is the nice, non-punchy one. You have to watch out with Hank, though. It's what happens with Chaos. You either get glittter or punches."

Hank Hall has posed:
As the conversation whirls about him, Hank seems mostly focusing on relaxing in the hot tub. He lets Donna explain who Jinx is, and make all the introductions and discussions about new names. There is no one around to be punched, and that is where Hank usually contributes. Although there was that cooking demonstration a few weeks ago...

"I tried to tell you it was her," explains Hank. "I knew it, and as it turns out, it made a lot of sense why. Very educational magical spell, actually, when all was said and done." He looks up at Dawn, smiling sweetly at her. "In some ways, best thing that could have happened."

Hank's smile broadens. And then, there is perhaps just a little bit of that grin in warning, before he reaches out to grab one of Dawn's legs, pulling her into the hot tub with him.

As Dawn orients herself, he grins at Terry. "Oh, trust me - she knows."

Jinx has posed:
Jinx turns back around for the explosive entrance of Freddy. She stares a moment, "Right then. So that's a thing now." She laughs when the question is asked if she's joining the team. "Fuck no!" She throws back the bottle and drink deeply from it. Bart's future knowledge would beg to differ but Jinx has her issues.

"Ya know I was going to stop messing with ya Hank but I think I'll just double down. Hope you don't like beer much because there ain't going to be a safe one for you in Metropolis or New York."

Something something Play Nice Jinx. She's easy to rile up and if it wasn't Hank, it'd be Gar. She lets slide the 'doctor lights crew' thing because, really, who needs more of that baggage on you. She stares back out over the water and huffs.

Dawn Granger has posed:
Dawn was enjoying simple joy of legs-in-a-hot-tub. With her reflexes, she *could* have tried to get out of the pull, but she doesn't seem to mind as she's pulled fully dressed into the hot tub. She laughs, pushing hair out of her face as she tries to get settled. "Thank you for the invitation, Hank," she teases as she at least takes her sweatshirt off so she's not quite as weighed down in the water.

She's perhaps not quite as shocked by sudden appearances or the new appearances of those on the roof, remaining calm as she leans on the edge of the tub mirroring Hank. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't instigate more chaos, thank you." She pecks Hank on the cheek, but it's hard to tell if she's telling that to Hank, Jinx, or both of them. Probably both.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
    Pantheon floats over to the fridge and accepts the offered root beer can with a grateful nod, eyeing the open space of the rooftop. The hot tub looks inviting, but he's not sure how well his costume would hold up in the water. "Thanks, Donna. It's a good tradition, I'm always down for accidental rooftop gatherings," he snaps the can open and takes a long drink, blinking at Terry. After a swallow, he shrugs. "Unless there's video evidence, it's all alleged, and Gar can't prove a thing. But yeah, this is my Sha-" He pauses abruptly. "Um, hero form."

    "Batwing has a nice ring to it. Paired with the costume, it's a pretty intimidating vibe," he offers to Damian.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "If there's video evidence I haven't seen it," Donna reassures Freddy. "If it was embarrassing or funny, Gar would have posted it to the entire team by now. You're safe."

    "Jinx is just working with us for the moment Batwing," Donna tells Damian. "Her former employers are unhappy with her. She's here for protection in exchange for information." That probably accords at least approximately with Jinx's own take on the situation. Donna's gaze bores into the back of Jinx's head, but fortunately she doesn't have heat ray vision. "As for what the future may hold, we'll see. People can change." That probably does not accord with Jinx's take on the situation at all, and the idea that Donna's remotely open to the concept may give the poor sorceress an aneurysm.

    "Don't mess with the Tower's beer supplies, Jinx. Or we'll have words." That's more like the prison warden Donna Jinx is accustomed to. Or at least accustomed to reading the situation as.

    "They did a good job of hiding themselves," Donna tells to Batwing with a nod. "The leads we had in New York and Delhi got us nothing except knowing that H.I.V.E is willing to waste considerable resources burning down any evidence they might leave behind. Jinx has given us a lot more of an idea of what they're up to, but we're still chasing up leads. We could use a good detective on it."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "I will look into it then, after I get back from Gotham tonight." That's right, did Damian actually admit he would be back? Hooray!

  "Thank you, Pantheon." He offered, before standing up, and placing his arm on Pantheon's shoulder for a moment. "I will see you all later, I will leave this suit here for me. One last ride back as Robin, seems appropriate."

  T]He starts to head towards the door downward to the dorms.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"You are right," Terry smirks at Donna and Pantheon after waving goodbye to Damian, "Gar would have probably posted it. But that's not always the case- Raven hasn't shared those pictures she took at my home, remember?"

He pauses. "What pictures? I didn't say anything about pictures. Donna, stop making up stories." Nice save.

He purses his lips and thinks for a second, and then speaks up.

"Hey, Jinx- what do you say about inviting Harley over for a visit with her Roller Derby team and have us a Derby session in the Dan--Training room?"

What? Dawn didn't tell HIM not to instigate chaos.

Jinx has posed:
"Hmph. Took Hawkeye, Fast guy, and Green ring guy to raid a H.I.V.E. facility the other day. In New York. Gave them this whole speech about how dangerous they are - we get up to the third floor where they were meant to be and the whole place was gutted. Nothing left except a note addressed to me."

She takes a depressed drink of the beer and grumbles about carrying through with threats against Hank and the beer. "Anyway.. fuckin' note said No one leaves the hive." She was not happy. Kate had to put up with her being grumpy all the way back from New York.

"Odds are they know I'm here now. They'll send someone after me - they'll probably attack the tower. Not the Five. That's not what the Five are for. No, they'll probably conjure some undead monster thing that can't be killed by conventional means to do me in - and yay, we get to see how powerful Raven's wards are."

Jinx places the empty glass bottle of ex-beer on the ledge and leans against it with elbows. "Then I guess we see just how good the Titans are. Last time they tried it I got luck and bennied a spell that exploded the monster."

Jinx turns back in time to see Damian just... leave, "No smoke bomb? well that's pants." She stares at Terry, "Harls has a rolelr derby team?" She grins, "This I gotta see."

Dawn Granger has posed:
Dawn might have retaliated at Hank's pull of her into the hot tub, but her attention is instead drawn to Jinx's plight. She waves in Damian's direction as he leaves before she leans forward a bit on the edge of the tub. "No way to lure them out somewhere else and have a trap ready for them? You know they're onto you, so why not use that to your advantage and lead them *to* you in some way? I'm pretty sure we've got some good tactics to set the stage for them to fail." She offers Jinx a friendly smile.

The mention of roller derby gets her attention, however. "... you know, I've never gotten to try roller derby. Always wanted to." The chaos of that might be a bit much, but it could also be very fun. That and someone needs to keep things from entirely destroying the tower.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna nods a farewell to Damian. "Always good to have an ex-Robin on the job," she says. Ex-Robins are definitely a Titans tradition, even more than rooftop gatherings. "See you later... Batwing."

    "Zombies?" Donna asks Jinx. "Been there, done that. Several times. Last time some invaded the tower, Terry hit one of them with one of Caitlin's le Creuset pans. Turns out they're pretty good against zombies. Maybe something to do with the way Caitlin treats them as if they were sacred artefacts. We got into a battle with an army of a few thousand undead centaurs a while back, but we didn't have any high-end cookware available at the time.

    Donna nods her head to Terry. "That's a pretty good idea," she agrees. "I can't believe Harls hasn't told everyone she ever met about it at this point. Dawn, you should definitely give it a go. We could set up some holographic opponents to face and play a game -that way I won't have to deal with all the tedious complaints I normally get when I try to participate in team sports.

    Donna still hasn't forgiven Kian for the time the Titans played birb quiddich, or Calvinball, or whatever it was called.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh gosh you should see them, Jinx. See, way back when, I lost my powers, right?" Terry leans forward, crossing his legs on the edge of the hot tub, "And Harley decided she was going to train me to survive without them. It was kind of like the Twelve Tasks of Harley-klees. We had sparring lessons. Rooftop acrobatics. She had me outrun her Hyenas- Bud 'n Lou, they're great. And then her last test was her loosing her entire team on me."

He laughs. He pauses. "... I needed twelve stitches." He laughs again.

"We won't be cocky, but we have faced our share of major threats. And the team has one thing that H. I. V. E. doesn't have..." he pauses, and then glances at Dawn.

"But I forget what it is, just at this moment."

Jinx has posed:
Jinx chuckles, "That was so close to being inspiring." She picks up the empty and tosses it to the recycling bin, then goes back to the fridge and gets another one out for herself. Joining them at the hot tub, she sits down cross legged next to it.

"So who is in Harls' team? she wants me to go make a tv show with her as a bounty hunter. I don't think that's a great idea when there are people trying to kill me. But may be that's the best way to lure H.I.V.E. out. Just the riht kind of stupid that it might work.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
    Pantheon takes another sip and nods at Damian's thanks. "Stay safe. And enjoy your last run as the Boy Wonder."

As Batwing leaves, he turns to Jinx, brows lifting. "Undead is crazy. Would we need, like, holy water for that? Sounds pretty intense, but at least, we have homefield advantage. Plus, we're a pretty unconventional team."

Lifting in the air, he finishes his root beer soda and crushes the can in one hand, tossing it towards the recycling bin. "If you need extra muscle with H.I.V.E, let me know. But for now, I should probably head out. Duty calls!" More like, he has a curfew.

    Pantheon flies off into the night sky at a dizzying speed, leaving behind a faint trail of lightning

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna gives a wave to the departing Pantheon. If she's guessed it's curfew time she's saying nothing, but she knows a bit about Freddy's background, and may suspect.

     "The right kind of stupid is only really the right kind of stupid if it's not nearly as stupid as it looks from the outside," Donna remarks. "I'm not saying you and Harls can't look after yourselves, Jinx. But if you think that's the route to go down, let's work something out so you two are making yourselves less of a target than it looks. If you're making scheduled appearances that gives them something to aim for, but it also means we can have a team on standby ready to show up the moment they do. Maybe work it out with Vorpal so there will be rabbit holes available."

    Donna tilts her head to the side, then takes a final swig of her beer and tosses the bottle into the recycling bin. Talking of team sports, she might be pretty good at basketball. "On the other hand, you may have trouble with bounty licensing, Jinx. Your not as legally... in the clear... as Harley is. We have a deal with law enforcement on your behalf, but at the moment it only goes so far. Don't run off and try collecting bounties unless I can clear it, okay? If we have to explain things to the cops, Hank will probably want to punch..."

    Donna glances towards Hank as she speaks, then glances back, the rest of her sentence lost in a smirk. Hank and Dawn are whispering to each other, and seem to be increasingly unaware of the presence of anyone else but each other. Or of the fact that Amazons have really good hearing.

    Donna glances meaningfully at Terry and Jinx, the smirk fixed on her face. "Maybe we should go down to the main room and discuss the details..." she suggests.