So, Brobot is actually portrayed as more of a nonchalant skater bot that has a lot of washed up sarcastic jokes. I hope you guys don't dis him! He also sees himself as more of a human than a bot and likes to go places with Dirk. And all his stuff is labelled BB.
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HOMESTUCK.
Dirk is over joyed when he gets the call from Jake, all he can do is look over at BB smiling toothily then answer.
"Hey ol chap!"
"Hey, you were in the area that beast attacked right? How're you doing? Are you okay?"
"Yeah uhm, funny thing is, I don't remember what happened to me? I don't even remember Caliborne attacking?"
"Hmm...well...you want to hang out?"
Dirk asks looking down at his hand on his lap that nervously played a Skrillex beat in light taps. An area is picked and a time then the call ends. Dirk holds the phone to his chest, breathing deeply as he stares at BB with a soft smile. BB shrugs turning and going back to work on polishing his skateboard Dirk had built him only days ago.
Dirk and Jake turn the corner into a deserted street, or so it seemed before they were approached by a small group of grungy men that reeked of pure alcohol. Dirk moves before Jake as one of the guys draws a sharp pocket knife. He was tall, grimy and had a brownish black stubble growing nastily on his chin. He was made of pure muscle but he was no match for Dirk. In a swift move Dirk flips the man over his shoulders then slides around with his fist raised. Jake quietly moves towards the wall. Another man, made more of fat with white strands in his grey hair tackles Dirk from behind, latching his arms around his throat. Just before Dirk can flip the man over his shoulder a gun goes off and every one freezes.
"Get against the wall, now!"
Dirk is released and the men hurry to the wall with arms raised high. Jake walks over to Dirk, still aiming the gun at the men.
"Dirk, bring me their wallets."
Dirk is hesitant but complies, digging in the pockets of each man and retrieving their wallets. He walks back to Jake and switches the wallets for the gun as Jake searches them.
"James Hallowgae. Michael Davis. Peter kell. I'll be reporting you three to my unit."
Jake says putting the three ids in his own wallet then throwing down their belongings. He motions for Dirk to follow and takes his gun, hiding it before they reach the end of the alley. Dirk clears his throat with a balled fist before his lips. Jake looks over.
"What is it ol' chap?"
"Unit?"
Jake nods shoving his fists in his pockets.
"See Dirk, my grandma's in the FBI so I usually get to help out with cases. They've been trying to resolve case 53 for a while now."
Dirk raises an eyebrow, his hands sliding flat into his pockets. Jake makes a face that rushes blood through Dirks face and he looks away.
"Right, right! Case 53 is about the rape and murders that have been going down in that alley way."
"Wait, if those guys were criminals shouldn't you have arrested them?"
Jake shakes his head chuckling.
"First, I said my grandma's an agent, not me. I just get to help solve some of the cases. Second, those guys weren't capable. Just one look and I knew it wasn't them."
Dirk shrugs.
"Shouldn't they at least get beaten around a little?"
"No! I can't do that. That'd be abusing my privileges."
Dirk shrugs. Jake looks over at Dirk and for a second Dirks heart stops. His face turns red under the intense stare then Jake looks away.
"Dirk...you've been my best friend for the longest time I can remember...and...I'd like to tell you something..."
Dirk breaths in silently, his chest feeling heavy.
"Go ahead.."
Jake looks over at Dirk then grabs his shoulder, pulling him away from crowds.
"My grandmas' unit has a very new case. It has to do with Caliborne."
"They're just now working on that?"
Dirk asks leaning closer to Jakes face and whispering lower. Jake nods, leaning back a little.
"They have a lot of cases Dirk. Anyways, they're trying to arrest that guy that always tries to take on Caliborne by himself."
"What? Why?"
"Why? Haven't you seen him? He always lets Caliborne get away. The city is always wrecked because of him."
Dirk turns away biting his bottom lip then turns back, stretching his arm across Jakes back then covering Jakes ear with his hand.
"I know some stuff about that guy."
Dirk whispers, a certain tone in his voice to send shivers down Jakes spine. It works. Jake pulls away smiling uneasily.
"Strider, please, all the closeness isn't necessary."
Dirk tilts his head thumbing the people behind him and Jakes brows furrow.
"You sure? This is practically military information. Stuff like this shouldn't get out, should it?"
Jake raises an eyebrow then nods. Dirk shrugs, wrapping his arm over Jakes shoulders and moving next to Jakes ear.
"So, do you want my help?"
Jake sighs then nods. Dirk smiles sliding his fingers into Jakes hair and leaning back. His cheeks are flushed, his shades hiding his joyful eyes. Jake looks up and smiles.
"So, what exactly do you know about this guy?"
Dirk thinks back to the things BB had told him about the people that supported him.
"His fans call him The Prince of Heart. He always appears right on the dot. What more do you want me tell you? Any suggestions?"
Jake is quiet for a while until finally speaking up.
"What's his kryptonite?"
Dirks' eyebrows furrow and he looks to one side. Jake follows his gaze in thought.
"I don't know Jake. I don't know why you guys want to take down some one who's fighting to keep every one safe."
Jake rolls his eyes.
"Strider. Do you know how many deaths could have been avoided if The Prince of Heart had just stayed out of the battle? Millions. Can you get me the information or not?"
Dirk stops, crossing his arms over his chest and Jake soon after, turning to look at him.
"Yeah, I can get you the information. Of course it'll take me some time, and it might even get me killed. I want something out of it."
Jake rolls his eyes.
"Money? I've got money. Dirk, I'm trying to save lives here."
Dirk nods, holding up a hand.
"Jake, you don't have to yell. I'm only being reasonable."
Jake huffs.
"I want you to go out with me."