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helpdesk_hero) wrote2017-09-08 01:46 pm
helpdesk_hero) wrote2017-09-08 01:46 pm
Long Road To Hell
This wasn't the day that he'd planned for. Which might just mean that maybe David needs to stop planning things. Best laid schemes and all that. Which isn't to say there are a few things he did that morning that have helped out. Like making sure his wallet had cash. Like keeping his big travel charger in his bag. Like having long since hacked his StarkTech phone to work on any network.
Plans that didn't work out as well? The diner he'd chosen for coffee after just about falling out of thin air. His whole body was sore, this wasn't his Earth at all, and he had a serious headache from crash landing and learning all of this. But the place had coffee, apparently a dollar was still a dollar, and it was pretty peaceful in here despite all the tough looking guys and truckers.
So he hadn't hesitated to go to the bathroom after he paid for his drink. No one would mess with his drink.
He hadn't expected to come back out to the mess he had. Someone really should applaud the soundproofing in the bathroom, actually. Because the way the things are when he comes out could definitely be counted as carnage. The waitress is still there, just short of cowering behind the counter. And outside an expensive black car, with a man in a black coat standing by it. And someone younger. David can't really make out details from here, but... Well, the person in the black coat wasn't there when he came in. The one with them, David vaguely remembers coming in from when David had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
Given the situation, there's only one conclusion as to who had caused this mess. Someone that clearly needed to be here when he cops arrived, and who was leaving. Which meant only one option really.
Damn him and this heroing thing. With a sigh David grabs his bag from his booth as he walks past it, and heads for the door. By the time he makes it the car is gone and the person from the diner walking away. And David following behind them.
Plans that didn't work out as well? The diner he'd chosen for coffee after just about falling out of thin air. His whole body was sore, this wasn't his Earth at all, and he had a serious headache from crash landing and learning all of this. But the place had coffee, apparently a dollar was still a dollar, and it was pretty peaceful in here despite all the tough looking guys and truckers.
So he hadn't hesitated to go to the bathroom after he paid for his drink. No one would mess with his drink.
He hadn't expected to come back out to the mess he had. Someone really should applaud the soundproofing in the bathroom, actually. Because the way the things are when he comes out could definitely be counted as carnage. The waitress is still there, just short of cowering behind the counter. And outside an expensive black car, with a man in a black coat standing by it. And someone younger. David can't really make out details from here, but... Well, the person in the black coat wasn't there when he came in. The one with them, David vaguely remembers coming in from when David had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
Given the situation, there's only one conclusion as to who had caused this mess. Someone that clearly needed to be here when he cops arrived, and who was leaving. Which meant only one option really.
Damn him and this heroing thing. With a sigh David grabs his bag from his booth as he walks past it, and heads for the door. By the time he makes it the car is gone and the person from the diner walking away. And David following behind them.
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"See, if you were concerned about having your ass kicked, you wouldn't have attacked that diner. What was it, desperation? Needed the money?"
Because what else could it be? That many people, taken down like that? That wasn't just a lady defending herself from untoward attention. Especially not with how easily she'd been striding out of there, talking to some wealthy asshole.
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“I didn’t start that fight,” she says, coolly, and it’s true, from a certain perspective. “I just finished it.” She scoffs loudly at David’s guesses for her motivation in brawling with truckers nearly twice her size. Thing is, Jayne’s never needed a reason to fight - she was born a fighter, felt that thrum of violence run deep in her blood long before she ever trained as Robin.
“You really don’t know anything at all,” she says, shaking her head, almost like she’s disappointed with how clueless David is. “Tell you what - you turn around and head back the way you came, and I won’t be forced to lay you out like the rest of those pricks back there in the diner.”
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The offer for him to leave, though, earns a chuckle. Just because she recovered quickly doesn't mean she can take him. He's trained with Wolverine. He's beyond too good for some punch who fucked up a diner.
Oh how wrong he is.
"Tell you what. This is a citizen's arrest. I'm holding you for the authorities. So why don't you just stand by the fence, I'll tie you to it, and call the cops. And you'll not have to deal with someone who knows how to fight."
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Much like how David seems to be underestimating her now, despite having seen her handiwork at the diner. Maybe he thinks she had help from the guy in the fancy car who drove off when Jayne took off down the road? Maybe he's just an idiot. Jayne doesn't know and doesn't really care; she's got a mission and she's not letting some Dudley Do-Right with delusions about arresting her get in her way.
"Y'know," she says, almost smiling in amusement, "if I had a dollar for every time some moron tried to arrest me, I sure as hell wouldn't ever get accused of robbing a diner out of desperation." She folds her arms across her chest and takes a lazy step forward, toward David - a nonverbal statement that she isn't even the slightest bit afraid of him.
"All right, Jon Snow - " yeah, that nickname's sticking, David, you brought it on yourself - "if you're itching for an ass-whooping that badly, I'm happy to oblige. Seeing as how I'm such a gentleman, I'll even let you take the first swing."
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Besides, those guys in the diner clearly aren't as well trained as he is. Taking this young woman down shouldn't be so bad at all.
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Going for the legs is a pretty standard opening, and Jayne smoothly launches herself out of the way with a side aerial flip. Once she lands, she uses the momentum to push off the ground and aim a punch at David's kidney. Maybe it's a dick move, going immediately for the hurt, but she's found it to be effective.
figure her next thing can trip him up or otherwise knock him down