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WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
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KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
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Yeahhhh, you should be staying away from that part.

[Not because Jaime doesn't trust the military - this is probably the one instance in which they'll come in handy - but Wally's a superhero, not a soldier. The minute you're drafted, you'll be expected to kill something, he's sure of it.]

If it helps, they've told us we're in space, so you won't have to go all the way to freakin' Russia. Some people aren't so sure, but... I dunno. I've been in artificial gravity before, and you seriously can't tell the difference between that and Earth.

Great, space. Totally easy to break into. [Hal could get them there, but he'd only be able to take a few people at a time. They'd have to hijack some kind of ship to get them back.]

What about anything else? The people who grabbed you, what the place looks like? Anything?

I dunno, man. We're stuck in a big metal box, and they had the good luck to grab two of the people who can fly to space in the first place? Hold on. I know these things are supposed to do video...

[A good minute passes. This isn't second nature in the way that the Scarab is, and it's almost foreign trying to access something that's a part of him, but not in the same, intuitive way that something truly symbiotic would be. Finally, he seems to get the hang of it, and video flickers to life. Now, Wally gets to see things through Jaime's eyes.

It's not so different from what he'd described. The floors are metal. The walls are metal. The ceiling's metal. It's clearly too small for the amount of people in there - most of them pacing, angry, agitated, or otherwise slumped on the floor or against the walls as they wait this out - but Jaime rises to his feet to walk around anyway.

There's that nasty little corner where the grate-and-bucket situation is, a series of oxygen tanks, and nothing else, not even a mat to sleep on.]

Want me to go peek out the slot they shove our food through? All it'll really do is show you what they look like, but I guess it's better than nothing.

Only if you think you can do it without getting busted. [Last thing they need is for them to agitate their captors into actually smacking some of their captives around. Still, that holding cell is...yeesh. Not great. Plus what the hell are those cylinders for?]

Naw, it's fine. I tried talking to them earlier and everything, and they didn't try to club me or anything. I think they've been told to ignore us.

[Of course he did. It started off with excuse me and decreased in politeness from that point forward.

He treads across the room and peers through the small hole that's been afforded to them. Outside are two guards, both wearing formal uniforms, staring straight ahead.]

See? Stooooone cold.

[It's still day one, so they're without any hints; there's no engines for Jaime to report on, no dampness in their uniforms. Just them and a metal box.]

They gave us this big old speech when we got here. Them, and their AI. LACKEY.

Bad guy standard, blah blah, don't cause trouble, you're ours now? [The USSR grabbing a bunch of imPorts just doesn't make sense. Why would they grab people so high-profile and then not make it so they couldn't use their comms? There has to be more to it.]

Pretty much. Except they didn't call us people, they called us their property. I dunno, man, I don't think they can keep us in here forever. I think they got something planned. I just wish I knew what it was.

Great! More of that. I swear dude, the first country that actually calls us PEOPLE, I'm switching my citizenship.

Yeah, well, at least in America we didn't literally get locked up. Look, I don't know what they're planning, but it sure isn't good. They got some real powerhouses here, and I think they wanna use us as weapons. Between me and Power Girl...

[That pregnant pause probably says all it has to.]

I'm just hoping they don't have access to our files. God, I wish we could just destroy those things.

You're worried about brainwashing mind control stuff. [It's not a ridiculous scenario either. Brainwashing is like a super villain staple.] Talk to Robin, if you haven't yet. He knows some techniques that can help against the normal methods.

Yyyyep. I've already been talking to Robin. We've been playing I Spy. It's been a blast.

[It's said a little wryly. This has definitely been one hell of a bonding process.]

We haven't chatted about brainwashing crap yet, though, so that'll be next on the agenda. Have you ever had to go against anyone who pulled that kind of thing?

Me? Not really. The Rogues in Central don't really go after me much. I'm pretty small fish in the global pool anyway, so it's never happened to me.

But man. The amount of times bad guys have gone after Rob with that stuff...I mean, it's almost embarrassing. He's such a damsel.

Really? I kind of figured that in Gotham, they're, like, a machine. I didn't figure they'd actually get caught much.

[He forgets, sometimes, that Dick is from a different time; where Jaime's from, there's been three Batgirls, three Robins, and a whole slew of other people prowling around Gotham.]

I guess that kind of gives him an advantage in this situation. At least this time, he's with friends.

Well I mean, they are a machine. But Robin's the first sidekick so I guess he's a novelty or something. Like a collectible.

He's apparently just a really attractive target. Did I ever tell you that I almost got kidnapped once just because I was with him?

No!

[It's a stupid kind of priority, but they're in captivity, they're scared, and they're bored. It's a lethal combination.

If Wally wants to launch into storytime, Jaime will gladly accept.]

Tell me! I swear, we never actually get around to telling that many stories from home.

[What the hell else can he do for them right now anyway]

Okay, keep it down because I will totally get yelled at for this.

...wait

this is in your brain.

Nevermind. Okay. Setting; Gotham.

Yes, it's in my brain.

And somehow I'm not surprised it's in Gotham. Okay, go on.

Have you ever heard of the Condiment King?

Edited 2016-02-05 05:45 (UTC)

It's cool if you haven't because neither has anybody else, which was apparently part of his problem.

Edited 2016-02-05 05:46 (UTC)

Please tell me he actually fights with, like, ketchup and mustard and junk and it's not a name he took 'cause... I don't know, ketchup killed his mom when he was a kid or something.

No spoilers! Sit down. [kid pls]

Yeah, he actually fought with ketchup and mustard and relish and stuff, I'm not kidding. He had pepper bombs too though, which are no joke. Those sucked.

His backstory is actually even more amazing. I know this, because he shouted it at the top of his lungs as he tried to lasso Robin with ham twine. Y'know, like Christmas hams? It was a stretch but honestly, with that gimmick he didn't really have a lot to work with.

Boy was he ever pissed off when we critiqued that too. Robin was like, "Dude? That's not a condiment." The rant that followed that comment was at least fifteen minutes long. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to make a name for yourself?!" He said that at least four times.

Edited 2016-02-06 03:12 (UTC)

[Thoughtfully:] He shoulda gone with, like, Food Supplies King. Then he could've used all the ham twine he wanted. [He considers this further.] And, you know. Knives.

[Okay, okay, off-topic.]

So, lemme get this straight -- his whole thing is being pissed that nobody recognizes him? Is that it? He just wants to be known far and wide as the fearsome Condiment King?

You make his story sound so much less tragic when you say it like that.

Look you don't understand. He never went on one date while he was in high school. Not one. You couldn't possibly fathom the depths of his agony since you have a cool and hot girlfriend.

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