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As if expecting to receive a punch, Miguel's eyes slide close at the confession aired, pridefully and with the kind of humour that should be easy to laugh about. With a view to keeping the peace, again he takes his in stride, absorbed like a sponge without any opinion voiced. Besides, there wasn't time nor room to do so, had the mood struck him; it's unseated, seconds later, by the rest of the other Spider's words.

"No, this is sufficient." Garnet hues study the BLT's contents, grappling with the urge to pick out what mattered the most -- the bacon -- and leaving the rest behind, but, as before, this inclination is forcefully overruled as he takes a bite out of it. Ripping away a sizeable mouthful, time is taken to chew and swallow rather than speak, a habit learn from the previously made mistake of forgetting the median age of those who frequent the Society's cafeteria, and their propensity for cracking jokes.

With a happy hum of acknowledgement, Rei pulls out his own sandwich and rolls up his mask just enough to eat alongside Miguel. Miguel can be blunt and stubborn at times almost unbearable to work with. Still, Rei can in his own way be just as persistent. It's one of many reasons why they make a good team.

their metal was dull with a faint honeycomb pattern rolling over: even her circuitry held the aesthetic. "to direct energy for the big stuff, i've always used amplifiers." she ignored the adjusting shock as she slipped them on. "my first set were huge. cute cutting edge for its time but analog tech." pride sent a second wave of energy through her to power the brass knuckles just enough for a radiating amber glow.

karen fell into her usual stance to shadow box the air & each glow pulsed a release of energy that warbled softly. she floated like a butterfly, mimicking a more powerful sting than before. settling out of footwork let the metal dim but a thin trail of smoke escaped from her left hand. she shook the brass knuckles off onto the table away from him as she sighed, "these are powered just by my passive output. assumin' the nitinol alloy holds, i can fly harder, faster, longer. finally stop wastin' time on maintenance."

Rei's insistence on learning about what she is working on is a genuine expression of interest. Although Rei is no tech whizz or smart scientist, as a former spy turn detective, he likes to think he can sort of 'keep up' with his clever peers. White lensed eyes widen as he watches her closely intent on soaking up every bit of information Karen is sharing.

       it  was  two  in  the  morning,  somewhere  in  a  dark  alley.  the  sound  of  the  pattering  rain  was  mostly  subdued  due  to  the  high  walls  and  raindrops  were  building  puddles  in  the  alleyway.  the  sound  of  anna  marie’s  heavy  breathing  in  her  own  ear  was  the  clearest  amongst  it  all.  she  had  chased  the  shifty  figure  for  several  blocks  until  she  finally  trapped  him  in  this  alley.  having  seen  what  he  was  capable  of  though,  probably  not  for  much  longer. 

       the  man’s  voice  was  deep,  bouncing  off  the  brick  walls.  hidden  in  dark  shadows,  she  could  barely  make  out  his  build  and  masked  face.  however,  from  chasing  him,  she  knew  he  had  to  be  a  bit  taller.  nothing  she  couldn’t  take  on  though.  especially  not  if  the  guy’s  first  instinct  was  to  run.

Sometimes fighting crime puts you in precarious situations. He's in an odd spot, a secluded spot with rain dripping down his hat and onto his shoulders. Despite the lingering rainfall, it isn't enough to wash away the remants of a recent crime. Bold, fresh red mixes with the rainwater, creating ominmous puddles and suspicious stains on his clothing. He didn't kill anyone, in fact he's trying to figure out who did. However, with him standing behind police tape and odd stains it looks like he's the culprit.

+. "...---It's a w h a t ?"

Okay, maybe he shouldn't be so surprised, considering the place he came from practically drowned in disasters left and right; day in and day out.

But Chiaki didn't have time to be thinking about giant killer robots and their anatomy -- Right now, there was a whole other issue at hand and that was making sure this monochrome individual wouldn't bleed to death.

"Never mind, I, uh -- I don't know if knowing that helps...But as long as that thing's been taken care of, I'll take it."

Carefully, he used the tools necessary to stabilize the object lodged in the patient's body -- simultaneously making sure he was staying alert for his transfer to the hospital.

"---What's your name? Or, uh -- Nickname, or 'alias' -- whatever it is that you masked heroes and vigilantes call yourselves?"

The whole area around the robotic finger was checked once, twice -- before Chiaki had the courage to pull back and start figuring how to transport him in the most ideal way possible.

"---It's not rude to ask that, is it?"

He had only run into one other hero during his career -- and that one certainly wasn't much for...talking...+

"A giant robot finger has impaled me," Rei repeats, his voice far to calm and steady for the situation at hand. He's likely still in shock. It's gonna hurt like a bitch when the adrenaline fully wears off. "The robot is now just a giant piece of scrap metal. So danger averted. Except for me..." as his voice trails off he briefly looks down at his injury before looking at Chiaki's face again.

noir's stealth is impressive, as though he was just as accustomed to slipping in and out of the shadows as he was. even bruce would be impressed. supposed there was another masked detective that wore all black, which wasn't quite as surprising as it probably should have been. perhaps its part of the reason why he's worked and gotten along with the arachnid detective, but dick liked to think they would've gotten along just fine regardless.

in the present, the killer struggles a bit, but still remains tight-lipped. there's going to be problems, or rather consequences, regardless, but that clarification was certainly not needed. dick hums a bit in thought, leaning over to basically be right up in the other's face, much more lax than noir's.

At the mention of being strug up from the ceiling by his feet, Rei can't help but emit an a amused chuckle. He does enjoy getting creative with webs, especially when the person doing something illegal and immoral deserves to be given the human Christmas ornament treatment. Arms come to cross in front of his chest, one hand tapping an idle beat against an arm as he and Nightwing corner the killer.