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Ice cream road rage

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Jason Todd, Jul 12, 2018.

  1. Jason Todd

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    Date- 20th August, Year 7
    Tags- @Damian Wayne (& later @Lexa if you still want in Wolfie)

    Jason had not intended to be dragged into his younger brother's schemes, in fact he'd promised Tanaquil that he would just visit him and give him some gifts while checking to see if he would like to hang out later in their stay. But the visit to where Damian was staying that afternoon had led into him being talked into a patrol by the younger brother, whom had been about to head out even as Jason had shown up. Though now that Jason thought back to it the talking into this situation had been less of a talk and more of Damian telling him to come along or get lost.

    He'd discovered Damian knew something was going on in town, some thieves were robbing a bank and Jason knew that they weren't going to get there in time, the thugs were already climbing into their get away car after all. Wishing he was in his Red Hood rather than just the Red Domino he'd had on him Jason thought longingly of its HUD, but without it he glanced at the kid wondering what was going through his head when he saw a familiar vehicle trundling down the street.

    It was the only other vehicle in the area and Jason wondered at their ironic luck, before nudging Damian gently with his elbow, silently indicating the vehicle. It was white and pink, with a plastic ice cream in a cone on its roof and pictures of ice cream all over its side, idly it began playing a tune its driver not seeing that farther up the road the last thug was getting into the get away vehicle. Jason glanced back at Damian before saying lightly"Come on Robin, otherwise we'll lose them..."

    With that he was using his grapple gun to swing down from the rooftop they were on before jogging down the road towards the ice cream truck, reaching for his guns knowing that the best way to hi-jack the vehicle would be to frighten the driver into giving it over to them.
     
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  2. Damian Wayne

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    'Talked into patrol' was bit of stretch. It was more like Damian was leaving anyways and had bluntly told Todd to either follow him or get lost. He'd expected the latter, but when Jason had taken it as an invitation instead, he had just shrugged his shoulders and accepted the company. Fair enough. He could use a sidekick, anyways.

    "A bank?" he muttered to Todd as they crouched together on a rooftop overlooking the commotion. "Does anyone have a speck of originality anymore?" Perhaps he was too used to world-threatening dangers and centuries-old conspiracies, because this felt like mundane routine to him at this point. The thugs down there were obviously amateurs. But...they were at least amateurs with a getaway vehicle that Damian knew they weren't about to catch up to on foot, and there was no way in hell he was riding sidecar on Todd's motorcycle.

    He'd have to continue petitioning his father for his own Batmobile. It was the only way.

    Damian heard the ice cream truck before he saw it or before Todd had the audacity to try and touch him, and he mulled over the options for only a moment. Hmph. It'd be suitable for their purposes. And then without saying anything, he disappeared from the rooftop without a sound just the way his father was fond of doing to Gordon.

    By the time Jason made his way to the ice cream truck, the confused driver was already standing on the side of the road scratching his head while Damian got himself situated in the front seat. He was just tall enough -- bordering on teenage lanky at this point, even -- to just barely see everything over the wheel that he was gripping with both hands.

    "I'm driving," he told Todd without leaving any room for protest or complaint. "Can you move any faster? You make a worse sidekick than Grundy would."

     
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  3. Jason Todd

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    He had grinned at Damian's words about originality, always able to find amusement in the most random situations he found himself in the middle of often made Jason fairly easy to get on with. Plus it made getting long with the kid far easier, otherwise he'd forever be getting offended by the things the kid said and trying to shoot him which would lead to all kinds of things he didn't want to deal with like a lecture from Dick not to shoot the baby bird. While he knew Bruce would come after him in a heavy handed way if anything were to happen to his precious blood son, which was part of the reason he looked out for the kid within Pandora.

    Damian was important to Bruce, he was just a kid and hell the world had fallen apart when he'd died. Damian was already in the truck by the time Jason started following him, calling out to him to hurry up and it was then the dark haired young man realised the kid was sat in the drivers seat. He knew Bruce would not approve, hell he knew even Dick and Tim would not approve, he half wanted to make the kid give up the driving spot but he knew that if the kid had the wheel it would be easier for him to take out their tires because out of the two of them, Jason had the better sharp shooting skills.

    So hoping the kid could drive in a straight line he ignored the guy stood looking very confused outside the drivers door, rolled over the trucks bonnet and climbed into the passengers seat responding lightly"Me the sidekick? Hello, you're the child here kid which makes you the sidekick I'm afraid.... Don't blame me, I don't write the rules..." Then casually he spoke with a sly smile"Don't tell your dad I'm letting you drive and so long as you don't kill us both, maybe I'll let you drive again after all having a chauffeur would be nice... "

    He was pulling his pistol out, loading it with live rounds read to take out the tires of the escaping vehicle while he went on "Although most chauffeurs are at least able to reach the pedals and see over the steering wheel at the same time... And they also go faster than this, come on Robin don't let them get away!" All his words were spoken with a teasing edge, except the part about not telling Batman which held a more serious edge to it. An idle grin was upon his face, though he was not looking at Damian, now the gun was loaded he was looking for his shot, though he needed Damian to get him in range before he could take it.
     
  4. Damian Wayne

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    "I'm no child, Todd," Damian warned immediately, his tone surly. He had half a mind to push him out of the van and run him over, but he didn't want to hear Fake Grayson's or Father's reprimands if he did so. Now if the elder disappointment tried to take the wheel from him...then he'd have to rethink his decision. Luckily for Todd, he seemed to have just enough self-preservation instincts still left in him to not let it come to that.

    He stepped down hard on the gas pedal and the truck lurched forward with an angry squeal before taking off after the thieves' car. Damian glanced to his right just momentarily to see if the sudden movement had sent Todd flying. For better or for worse, he was still riding shotgun with him.

    Hm. More evidence to his slowly building theory that Jason Todd was secretly a cockroach.

    "Don't forget your seatbelt," he sneered as he took a sharp right turn, the tires screeching underneath them. Still, Damian seemed more or less adept behind the wheel. His mother had taught him to pilot all sorts of vehicles when he was younger, and despite the fact Father seemed insistent on his skills becoming rusty, driving a truck was like riding a bike. Just perhaps with more locomotion.

     
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  5. Jason Todd

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    It seemed like all children Damian still hated to be reminded of what he was, which despite the surly tone had Jason snorting in response even as he responded lightly"Sadly until you turn eighteen others won't agree with you... Like I said before, I don't make the rules..." It seemed he didn't like being teased about his driving abilities either, if his driving style was anything to go by and Jason was forced to brace himself with his legs against the dashboard because considering he was going to be the one leaning out the window to shoot things a seat belt did not seem a viable option. Even so he could hear the kid's annoying snooty voice trying to make him put a seat belt on. He pulled a face at the words before grinning, amusement in his ice, blue eyes as he responded"Never knew you cared..."

    His voice teased, though the words hid within them the truth, he didn't think most of his family cared, not truly.Even so he didn't stop long enough for Damian to figure out the truth as he went on"Considering you can barely reach the pedals you do ok at this driving lark kid... But I'll do you a deal, you concentrate on catching up with them and less on what I am doing and I won't comment on how you can barely see over the steering wheel again.." His words were phrased as a joke, he didn't really care either way and to be honest, considering what had recently happened with Tim he half understood where the command to put the seat belt on had come from, it was like the kid didn't want another stupid ex-Robin's injuries on his conscience.

    Moving to the window he opened it further, he was barely in his chair now, the front of the truck was so weirdly proportioned. Fuck, please don't have the kid kill me with crazy driving.... Was the only thought that ran through his mind as he realised to take out the thieves tires he would have to hang out the window like a wild man, putting all his trust in Damian not to do something completely stupid and to Jason's surprise he realised that as pretentious a brat as Damian was, he did trust the kid, so he leaned out the window, raising one of his pistols to take the shot on the other vehicles tires.
     
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    "Eighteen is a legal regulation with no respect for biological development!" Damian cried even as he took another sharp turn around the corner at a speed that was definitely not within the law. But then again, he did enact vigilante justice on suspecting criminals on a nightly basis, so what were a few traffic violations to him? "I didn't know you were now a stickler for the rules, Todd!"

    Though...he supposed he was currently behind the wheel of an ice cream truck going 60mph down the street feeling the wind whip victoriously through his hair, so perhaps Todd wasn't all that bad. Cockroach and all.

    "I'll show you reaching the pedals," he grumbled to himself as he slammed down on it, the wheels screeching underneath them even as they accelerated even further. The wheel jerked slightly as if the truck was going to spin out of control, but Mother had already taught him the firm touch required to handle it. He would never hear the end of it if he crashed even for good reason the first time one of his brothers let him behind the wheel--

    Wait, what did he just refer to Todd as in his head?

    In his distraction, the truck hit a curb far harder than it should've and they jostled dangerously, before Damian pulled on the wheel to get them back onto the thankfully empty road as he chased after the thieves. Finally, they were just getting close enough to see their stricken faces in their back windows. And man, were they ugly.

    "Is this close enough for you to hit anything or should I ask them if they can pull up next to the side of a barn?" Damian called. Just as he said so, however, a man leaned out of the car in front of them and fired through the windshield. Damian forced himself not to flinch even as a bullet embedded itself less than six inches from his skull. Instead, he just gripped the steering wheel tighter and grit his teeth. "Destroy them, Todd."