[Jaime actually ends up getting there a little early when the time comes. This time he has a chance to make a good impression, and he's not going to make it by sucking at fighting and getting smashed into the ground by Lobo's fist.
Bored, he ends up sitting on the edge of the rooftop, idly tapping his feet to the old-timey music straining through the windows and, when he's certain nobody's listening, talking to the Scarab in a low murmur about exactly what's so funny about roller rinks.
He's not doing a great job of explaining it. Roller rinks are just inherently funny.]
[ It's not like Robin means to eavesdrop. It's just — well, it's as natural as breathing. Overhear a conversation, pause and listen in, catch the keywords, process it and crossreference it against a dozen other things. Sometimes when he catches himself at it, he feels a little creepy.
Right now, though, he's feeling less creepy and more confused. People talk to themselves, sure, but this has the tone and inflection of a conversation. Which he's pretty sure people don't have with themselves. Mostly.
But Robin files it away for later, swinging onto the roof behind Blue Beetle, calculating his landing so he's quiet but audible. No one likes being snuck up on. ]
[It's quite nice having Robin actually announce his presence for a change, and Jaime turns around with a pleasant smile and a wave. This is the second time he's seen this particular Robin, but it's the first time he's actually met him in uniform, which is a whole other deal.
It's a bit funny, having to actually look down at this Robin.] Hey. Nice to finally meet you.
[Jaime looks down at himself for a moment, more as an automatic reaction to being scrutinized than anything else; he knows what he looks like, after all.]
Close. No shorts - tights, just with the underwear on the outside look. But if I get alternate universes, and I'm starting too, he's probably the same guy.
I'm not a spandex kind of guy.
[He already gets called short. The last thing he needs is to be called scrawny too.]
Hah, thanks. It's alien armour. Technically, it's inside me... and kind of made of me. [It's utterly disgusting, which means he sounds downright cheery about it.]
Um, think symbiotic relationships. I got the tech fused to my spine - [He jerks his thumb to point behind him]< - and it uses me to make all this. It's pretty gross!
[It's okay - he saw the last Robin eyeing his suit curiously too, and when it comes to clear allies, he's more than happy to indulge in their curiosity. He thinks his suit's pretty kickass, even if it grosses him out a little if he thinks too hard about it.]
Thank you! [Jaime flings his hands up into the air as he says it, because evidently he has some strong feelings on the matter.] People always go straight for the gross thing, and bypass the awesome entirely. Which is their loss, because this totally saves on drycleaning.
[Partly because he doesn't have to waste any money on fixing up his suit, but also because a good three quarters of his wardrobe is made up of Scarabclothes. Nobody else in the house has asked why he has a bin full of dust in his room, and he doesn't intend on telling them.
He's probably a lot more disgusting than he gives himself credit for.]
Oh, yeah, it comes with a lot of perks. Some strength stuff, some tech stuff, some flight stuff. [He shrugs, mostly because if they start going in on his exact powers, they're going to be here all day. That and if Robin's paid any attention to the news, he probably knows that Jaime can fly and breathe in space after the whole space shuttle debacle.]
[ There's a lot of things he'd ask about if he had the time or the inclination, including so what do you wear under that, although he suspects he kind of doesn't want to know. (Well, he wants to know. He just doesn't think he'll like the answer.)
[Time to whip out one of the suit's perks. He lifts one hand in the air, and his flat, white fingertips begin to glow as a blue hologram appears midair. It's of one of the robots at Colorado, a small, delicately made machine, specifically geared for destruction.]
I picked up one of the robots back at the base to take back here for inspection. Expand the image. [Just like that, the hologram increases in size, letting Robin take a better look at it.]
The real thing's with Tony Stark right now - he's the guy I got to take a better look at it. The most important thing he's found is this.
[He lifts his other hand, and a hologram of the chip appears for but a moment before Jaime's saying,] Expand that one too. A little more... there.
[He swivels the image so the back of the chip is facing Robin, complete with serial number.] We got a number, which means we got a source. I've had worse leads.
[ He's SO IMPRESSED with the Beetletech. Note to self: nerd out more later. Possible new area of study? Find non-creepy way to rephrase that. Wait, currently irrelevant. Focus on the chip. ]
Oh, this I can definitely work with. This is my specialty.
[ Robin peers at the hologram, tapping his chin. ]
A serial number means we can track where it came from and who it went to — the source and the buyer. They've probably buried that info — they always do — but I can definitely work some techno-magic and dig it up.
KF did tell me that you're kind of the tech guy. Once we find out where they've been mass produced... between the three of us, finding out who bought them should be a piece of cake. The factory's state-side, but the guys in charge might not be. That'll be the tricky part, unless you're one of the guys who got a passport.
That means jail time and giving up your secret ID, you know. Not that I'm not all for doing what we gotta do, but I think we've got options. I know a couple guys with passports that probably won't mind doing some heavy lifting for us.
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See you then.
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Bored, he ends up sitting on the edge of the rooftop, idly tapping his feet to the old-timey music straining through the windows and, when he's certain nobody's listening, talking to the Scarab in a low murmur about exactly what's so funny about roller rinks.
He's not doing a great job of explaining it. Roller rinks are just inherently funny.]
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Right now, though, he's feeling less creepy and more confused. People talk to themselves, sure, but this has the tone and inflection of a conversation. Which he's pretty sure people don't have with themselves. Mostly.
But Robin files it away for later, swinging onto the roof behind Blue Beetle, calculating his landing so he's quiet but audible. No one likes being snuck up on. ]
Hey.
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It's a bit funny, having to actually look down at this Robin.] Hey. Nice to finally meet you.
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[ He sets his hands on his hips and looks Blue Beetle over, head to toe, a smirk on his face that's half scrutinizing and half impressed. ]
Nice costume. Flashy. Not what I expected.
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Really? What were you expecting, blue spandex?
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I'm not a spandex kind of guy.
[He already gets called short. The last thing he needs is to be called scrawny too.]
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[ He shrugs. ]
Sooo what's yours, then? Some kind of body armor? It's slick.
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It's pretty cool.
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[ Okay, so that's maybe overly invasive for a first meeting, but you can't expect a Robin not to nerd out over something like that. ]
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[It's okay - he saw the last Robin eyeing his suit curiously too, and when it comes to clear allies, he's more than happy to indulge in their curiosity. He thinks his suit's pretty kickass, even if it grosses him out a little if he thinks too hard about it.]
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Come with any sweet perks?
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[Partly because he doesn't have to waste any money on fixing up his suit, but also because a good three quarters of his wardrobe is made up of Scarabclothes. Nobody else in the house has asked why he has a bin full of dust in his room, and he doesn't intend on telling them.
He's probably a lot more disgusting than he gives himself credit for.]
Oh, yeah, it comes with a lot of perks. Some strength stuff, some tech stuff, some flight stuff. [He shrugs, mostly because if they start going in on his exact powers, they're going to be here all day. That and if Robin's paid any attention to the news, he probably knows that Jaime can fly and breathe in space after the whole space shuttle debacle.]
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[ There's a lot of things he'd ask about if he had the time or the inclination, including so what do you wear under that, although he suspects he kind of doesn't want to know. (Well, he wants to know. He just doesn't think he'll like the answer.)
So he settles for a subject change. ]
So about that Colorado intel.
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[Time to whip out one of the suit's perks. He lifts one hand in the air, and his flat, white fingertips begin to glow as a blue hologram appears midair. It's of one of the robots at Colorado, a small, delicately made machine, specifically geared for destruction.]
I picked up one of the robots back at the base to take back here for inspection. Expand the image. [Just like that, the hologram increases in size, letting Robin take a better look at it.]
The real thing's with Tony Stark right now - he's the guy I got to take a better look at it. The most important thing he's found is this.
[He lifts his other hand, and a hologram of the chip appears for but a moment before Jaime's saying,] Expand that one too. A little more... there.
[He swivels the image so the back of the chip is facing Robin, complete with serial number.] We got a number, which means we got a source. I've had worse leads.
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Oh, this I can definitely work with. This is my specialty.
[ Robin peers at the hologram, tapping his chin. ]
A serial number means we can track where it came from and who it went to — the source and the buyer. They've probably buried that info — they always do — but I can definitely work some techno-magic and dig it up.
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Sorry, Robin, but we probably shouldn't go all Kill Bill on their asses. The way we'll do it will hurt a lot more.
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