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Barry had been traversing from work to the small rundown place he had been staying at since leaving Wally’s home when the male showed up. The speedster’s eyes narrowed at the knife in the others hands before his gaze trailed the getup he was wearing. “I don’t think so?” He remarked. He’d recognized the outfit pretty easily – the Titans had been plagued by this ‘Ravager’ time and time again. Barry shot a few glances around them, mentally scanning for possible exit routes if this turned violent. “Pretty sure I’d remember someone dressed like you.” He added to his response.

June rolled her eyes. “I borrowed a metahuman who apparently had someone to miss them.” One thing had led to another and (eventually) to her old lab. “I typically go for a more…street urchin type.” The existence of District X was going to make it simultaneously easier and more difficult. Something new to navigate.

She reached out and curled her nail against the underside of Grant’s chin, turning his head toward her. “I’ll scratch what I want to scratch, but you’ll walk away good as new. Better than new, unless you keep speaking to me like I owe you something.” Grant only interested her because having someone like him kept her from getting her own hands dirty (well, as dirty). Beyond that he could’ve dropped dead in front of her and she wouldn’t have batted an eye.

She dropped her hand back to her side and stepped away to put on a pair of gloves. “Roll up your sleeve. I need blood to decide how to undo what you’ve let these hacks mangle up.”

“This whole crazy doctor thing is kind hot.” Grant grinned down at her as she turned him by his chin. He let out a laugh as her hand dropped, shrugging his coat off to roll of the sleeve of his shirt. “You remind me of Carol.” Grant sat down on a stool as he let June get situated to do the blood work.

“I was in prison, you imbecile. I didn’t take a pleasure jaunt to Fiji and leave you here with whatever hacks you’ve obviously been seeing.” And While June had saved all of her most valuable data, it wasn’t like she’d lost nothing. Physical specimens had been confiscated, she’d had to find a new lab, and of course…her time had been wasted. Her very valuable time. It was all incredibly irritating.

She narrowed her eyes as he sat down. “Assuming our previous deal is still on the table. I scratch your back, you procure a few…things…for me. The government is practically doing half the job for you now.” They were rounding up and tagging mutants and metahumans all on their own. It was just a matter of picking out the ones she wanted.

“What’d you do? Or what’d you get caught doing?” Grant’s brows raised as his interest peaked. He hadn’t been to prison in a long time, but if he kept acting out like he’d been doing, he wouldn’t bee keeping that streak for much longer. He was getting sloppier and sloppier these days without even realizing it.

“I may be playing the role of back alley doctor, but at least I’m a real one.” By the looks of him, whoever he’d been seeing the last few months likely couldn’t claim those same credentials. “You’re supposed to be my guinea pig. Now look at you. Barely salvageable.”

She stepped over toward him and plucked the cigarette from his hand, sniffing it out against the metal leg of a table. The last curls of smoke wandered up toward the ceiling. “This place is flammable.”

“Hey, you left me.” Grant pointed his cigarette at her, voice raspy as if he’d been crying just before arriving. “I was all in for this and you decided to leave and do whatever the fuck you did.” 

Barry saw the sadistic grin twist across the man’s face and his gaze narrowed. The smile on his face faded and he lowered his tone. “Who are you?” He asked. “This… island of yours. Just who exactly is this boss of yours then? Why would he carry anything about a forensic scientist?” He asked, keeping his civilian demeanor up, but eyeing the male more closely.

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While Grant might have had the brute force and intimidation factor that Rose didn’t have, Rose liked to think she approached things with a little more class than he did. It was always a quick slice and dice with her, as bloodless as a death due to swordplay could be, as painless as possible for both of them. Rose didn’t take all that much sadistic pleasure in violence and murder—instead, she liked the power over death and life she had when she was Ravager. 

She landed lightly into the scene where Grant had, frankly, made a mess, having missed everything that led up to that point. Rose pulled off her hood, revealing shorn silver hair falling almost perfectly at her chin—Slade always said it was better she keep her hair short so it would stay out of the way, even if Rose didn’t like it. Her hair being short again was just another sign of his grip on her. “I always look better than you,” she said absently, crouching down to inspect one of the bodies. She seemed entirely unperturbed by the blood. “Who are these guys? NOVA?”

Grant’s blonde hair stuck to his forehead when his helmet came off. He’d been sweating up an entire river in his suit and he felt completely drenched inside it. “Some of ‘em.” He swallowed thickly. It’d been NOVA at first, them some police officers intervened and that was when it became a whole new mess. Grant just needed to make it out before back up arrived far too late to be of any actual use. “Get out of here.” He warned Rose, starting to slowly make his way to catch a boat back to the island. Grant didn’t want to be caught up in the aftermath, and he didn’t want his sister to be anywhere near it either.

Barry frowned at the man. “A nap? In a place like this? No, come on.” The blonde sighed and offered his hand. “The patrols aren’t going to care why you are passed out in the alleyway. We need to get you home where you will be safer, got it?” Barry explained. He offered the man a smile and shook his head some. “Probably should watch how hard you party.” He said with a small joking chuckle.

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June hadn’t abandoned any of her previous projects. She thought of them more as temporarily on hold due to her unfortunate, if brief, incarceration. She assumed that Grant had been unable to find anyone else to do the job in her place and had extended an open invitation for him to visit her new lab.

A single look at him confirmed her suspicious. “My, my. I’ve been known to put all manner of things in my own body but you may have one-upped me. You look like the specter of death.”

When June disappeared, Grant felt worse--- which only led him to desperate measures. He’d found some doctors that had previously worked for HIVE, but were ultimately let go because they stole information. They reportedly had Grant’s file and knew exactly what kind of serum to create for him, though the transformation Grant was going through -physically and mentally- said otherwise.

He strolled in, smoking a cigarette as the effects of the test serums were apparent on his features. There were dark circles under his eyes, he appeared extremely thin, and he was breathing heavily--- more so than usual when he smoked. “Feel like it, doc.” Grant laughed. It was all he could do now. The fact he’d been so careless and stupid was hilarious to him.

Jonny hadn’t gotten into this for all this trouble. He had originally just manipulated Grant into being something useful and something to stave off the boredom. Even if Jonny felt something for him now, the disdain at how that didn’t seem to be working out and he had failed at the one thing he tried to do on his own was enough to make him feel like it wasn’t worth it. He gestured vaguely at the things he had just dumped on the ground for a moment, as if he couldn’t think of the right words to say when he was really just hoping Grant would get out of there before Jonny had to say it. 

“I don’t care. I don’t care, you can stay on the island if you want, but you’re not sleepin’ here. And you’re takin’ the ferry in the morning.” Jonny took a step back. “I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t care.” He did care, but he was trying his best to pretend like he didn’t. The next day, he was sure he would come around and he wouldn’t make Grant move away. Jonny’s loneliness and his determination to make this little project a success so Joker would place even more faith in him was enough to make him salvage whatever was left here. 

“Fine.” Grant shrugged and took steps away from him. He knew more words would only make this worse, he’d seen that firsthand with his parents. Adeline would be pissed beyond belief and Slade would blubber about to get her to forgive him. Jonny knew what Grant was going through, the pain and the fear he was feeling. Grant thought he at least wouldn’t feel alone since he had Jonny in all this, but now he felt more alone than ever.

Grant looked around before shaking his head. He wanted to leave that night, and he knew if he did, there’d be chaos inflicted on the city. When Grant went into blind rage, it could take several minutes for him to realize what he was doing. He killed a whole group of lackeys just days ago and didn’t know until Jonny snapped him out of it. But Grant didn’t want to die. He knew NOVA would kill him without a second thought, and the fact he wouldn’t heal and move on terrified him. “Goodnight.” He said before leaving, not caring about any of his things on the floor. 

Barry was out on the streets, but for once he wasn’t in suit. He had been going between a couple of different crime scenes providing forensic work – keeping his Identification on hand and within easy view just in case he ran into any problems. He wasn’t sure even the police were allowed out past curfew when it came to these NOVA agents. He had ducked into a alleyway, preparing to switch clothes so he could bolt home, when he noticed the man and was addressed. Barry furrowed his brow, looking over the blonde. There was something… familiar… to him, but he wasn’t sure what it was and brushed it off. 

“I’m not here to do anything like that, pal.” Barry responded. “Just cutting through the alleyway. What exactly are you doing? You don’t look so good.” He remarked with a slight chuckle.

Harley didn’t like it when Jonny was unhappy. It made him mopey and unproductive, which meant testing Joker’s patience and creating a tense, uncertain environment, and that was something she just couldn’t tolerate. Hand on her hip, she surveyed Grant with a thoughtful frown, her fingers twirling the tip of her pigtail. “Yeah? How come, pookie?” 

Bat resting on her shoulder, there was a slight sway in her step as she entered the room and popped her gum, her bright gaze unwavering and even unnerving. “Awe, hun, I think what he’ll really like is if ya say somethin’ nice to ‘im. He told me allllll about what’s been goin’ on.”

“I’m gettin’ my serum fixed.” He nodded. “I didn’t get any when we tore HIVE down, so I’ve been without it for a while and-- and I’m not feelin’ good. Sometimes I get real angry or real sad. Right now I’m just real sad because Jonny and I got in a fight..” Grant spoke quietly as he continued with the bracelet. His eyes were heavy from lack of sleep as his fingers trembled.

Grant glanced up at her and nodded, “I don’t wanna be mean to him, I never meant what I said. It all just came out like--- like I can’t control myself, you know? Now, I care about Jonny so much, I’d never wanna hurt him. He doesn’t deserve any of that.” Grant looked down at his shaking fingers.