#toconfrontevil

“Hey.”

  HE CAME HOME WITH  something of  FLOURISH,  flinging his brief case to the side,  throwing his coat off on the stand, kicking his shoes off  and  easily FLOPPING  onto the couch,   face - down.   jason laid there silent for a long moment before,   muffled,   he spoke into the leather of the couch:   “  --  cancelled the day.  couldn’t find a parking spot.”   he turned a little to give the other a bit of a playful eye,  gesturing for him to join him.   “you’d better come here,  jim.  i’m positively  exhausted.” 

Holy-- 

“Spec--?” The fight had been.. Well, it wasn’t as brutal as some of the battle’s Nate’s been a part of, but it certainly was less ‘epic battle’ and teetering more towards ‘all-out brawl’. Hell, the fact that Spectre had to step in wasn’t lost on Nate, who was, frankly, a powerhouse in his own right. So when Spectre got stabbed by--some spear, of all things, Nate wasn’t worried per-se, and was a little more preoccupied with the fight at hand. 

When things had wound down, that was when Nate started to get worried. Because apparently, even though the fight was one, Spectre--Jim, was very much not doing so hot. Even for a dead guy. So of course, Nate was speeding over, flying as fast as he could and touching down besides his friend (the spirit of vengeance.) He kneeled beside him, examining the wound.

  WHEN SEEING THE OTHER’S FIGURE  shrouded in darkness within the gotham alleyway -- one of the rare occasions the hitman found himself in the city --   tommy’s first instinct is to squint behind his sunglasses before  BREAKING OUT in an absolutely  shit-eating grin and exclaiming:   “jesus christ,  it’s jason blood!”     in the,   you know,   jason bourne  voice.  but upon approaching the jim as if  jason wasn’t someone who would probably hate him until etrigan’s home turned cold,  tommy’s expression changed HASTILY.

“Har-dee-har, John.”

“…Wait, was it the Hudson? Cause that might’ve actually been me.”

It wasn’t hard to notice that he was missing, the man was basically a walking bean stalk. Of course, after everything that had happened, it was understandable that some people would want to take a break. Thing was, this turned out to be more than that, nobody had seen him ever since. 

Maybe the charges against him hadn’t quite been dropped, but he could have at least said goodbye. As much as the detective liked working the Midnight Shift, it wasn’t the same without him. A little calmer, yes, but still not the same. Eventually, her interactions with Dr. Tarr had dwindled, and it appeared that it was just her on this team.

So when she saw the green suit, Drake pushed past the crowd, recognizing her partner, her friend immediately. It took her a few minutes, but she managed to catch up to him, putting a hand on the other’s shoulder.