You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain- Harvey Dent (The Dark Knight, Nolan Films)
The Riddler stared at the two men in his front hallway. Singer was in a wheelchair, which surprised him- he had thought that the crotchety old bastard would let nothing bring him down. Turner looked halfway to being shitfaced like usual.
This brought back memories.
"Look," he said, leaning on the entryway table, which had a gun stashed in one of it's drawers, "Whatever it is you're trying to sell me, I'm not interested."
"We're more interested in information on a Jason Todd."
"He's dead," Riddler answered immediately, "Nobody made a deal for him, if that's what you're asking."
"That ain't what we're asking," Turner said, "So kiss and tell on Jason Todd."
Riddler scowled, "Read it in the society papers," he suggested blithely, "Get the hell out of my house."
"Nygma," Bobby said.
Riddler drew the gun underneath the table, "Get out."
They did.
"Ya know," Rufus said suddenly, as they headed back to his car, "I bet you twenty bucks that he taught the kid about the supernatural."
Bobby snorted, "No bet."
From: Asshole
Dickie-bird's in Me-he-co
To:Asshole
Where's your Number Two?
From: Asshole
He's...not where i put him.
To: Asshole
No shit
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Oops
To: Asshole
I'll give you a hint- he's in the vicinity of Thing One and Taller Thing Two
Jason was ignoring the blonde bombshell trailing after him as he sat down in the back of a diner. He ignored her as she set herself up across from him, lips only twitching once when she made a ridiculous face at him.
This was, of course, before the Winchesters sauntered in with Trenchcoat.
"Fuck," Stephanie said.
Jason was forced to agree.
Trenchcoat stopped in the diner. Because he had no sense of stealthiness, he looked directly at them, drawing the Winchester's attention as well. They made their way over, and Stephanie switched seats so she was sitting next to Jason.
Dean threw himself in the opposite seat, quickly followed by Sam and Trenchcoat. "Hi," he said. He had a black eye.
"Fuck off," Stephanie growled,
"I don't think so," Dean drawled, "Now, I find myself real curious…"
"Jason," said Trenchcoat, "Jason Todd?"
Jason looked at him. "No," he said. "Bond. James Bond."
"Ignore him, Cas," Sam said, glaring at Jason, who smirked, "What do you want with us?"
"I don't know if you noticed," Stephanie said, "But we're missing a dear darling brother of ours. You've seen him. You refuse to cough up where he is. Now, why don't you make like Sammy Gravano and spill."
"I don't understand that reference," Castiel said.
Jason rolled his eyes. Before he could speak, Dean slid in with a snarky comment of his own. "There's an apocalypse on sweetheart, and your brother is helping."
Stephanie gave him an unimpressed look. Jason winced and slapped a hand over her mouth before she opened it. Or lunged across the table.
"Shut up." Jason said, "Now, tell me, do you want help?"
Stephanie ripped his hand away from her mouth to whirl around and stare at him. He shrugged and stole some of her orange juice. She narrowed her eyes. "I'm with you, Little Red."
Dean's mouth had dropped open. So had Sam's. Castiel looked considering.
Jason's phone buzzed in his pocket.