Logan couldn’t say he was expecting much better from the blonde, but he couldn’t deny he had been hoping for a little mercy on his sister’s behalf. To hear that the monster hunting his sister would likely slaughter her on sight was far from reassuring, especially when he knew Lyssa was not the type to cower and hide. She would run, but only for so long. If she thought there was any chance at freeing her brother, Lyssa would not stray far from the building, keeping her well within the reach of the Lieutenant’s partner. With his fears confirmed, Logan felt his body tense. His wrists strained uselessly against the biting cuffs as he sat, overwhelmed by his own powerlessness. He couldn’t protect his sister while trapped in here, and yet, he couldn’t escape without her. The news visibly shook the man’s composure and it would be no mystery to the blonde that her words had devastated him. Still, when Logan spoke, his voice was calm and unwavering, as he carefully concealed any of the fear and dread he currently felt.
[b [#000066 “She deserved better than this.”]] Logan’s words, voice of the adversarial tone he had used with the Lieutenant in the past, were proof enough that the loss of his sister meant more to him than any squabble shared between the two captives. The mere fact that he didn’t direct his pain and anger towards the bearer of such news, was a testament to his appreciation for the blonde woman’s honesty. He may not have openly showed it, but that small gesture – telling him the cold but honest truth – was the first step in clearing the tension between Logan and the mysterious woman. The second step came moments later when the woman’s partner appeared with his sister, injured but alive.
Lyssa had no time to waste on caution or concern. When the woman tensed with obvious wariness of her approach, the young thief had to rely on whatever shaky trust she had built with Laurent in order to protect her from the stranger’s defensive instincts. Surely the man who had brought her here would understand her attempts to fulfill her side of their agreement? As the cuffs fell away, Lyssa backed off, giving the woman as much space as she needed to feel safe. She took Gweniviere’s [i Thank You] with an affirming nod, hoping this was a sign that the woman was no longer interested in killing her and her brother. Lyssa did have her doubts, however, when Laurent grabbed a forceful fistful of both her and Logan’s garb and pulled the back in that disorienting swirl of nothingness.
By the time the group emerged and the adrenaline was slowly dissipating in Lyssa’s blood, the young woman began to feel the effects of the bloodloss that she had been ignoring until now. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, not at all lessoned by their recent teleportation. The uneasy sway of the young redhead claimed the forefront of her brother’s attention, making Laurent’s efforts to pacify the man somewhat unnecessary.
[b [#000066 “Damnit Lyssa!”]] Logan cursed as he steadied his sister with one hand on her shoulder and the other (weakened by his own injury) finding the blood that seeped through the side of her shirt. The cauterized wound in Lyssa’s side had reopened during the exertion of the rescue and though she still felt no trace of pain, the other symptoms of her injury were starting to weigh on her. Lyssa needed to rest and recover her strength, and both siblings had bleeding wounds they needed taken care of. They’re priority now was to find somewhere safe where they could tend to their injuries and regroup. Unfortunately, in an unfamiliar city, with unfamiliar heroes, in an unfamiliar dimension, Lyssa and Logan were painfully unprepared.
[b [#660000 “I’ll be fine Logan. You know I’ve had worse.”]] Lyssa insisted with every attempt to diffuse the man’s anger, though her words did little to ease her overprotective brother’s concerns. While she could understand Logan’s position, the younger sibling had other priorities – such as making sure the powerful, and dangerous strangers that had helped them escape, didn’t change their minds about keeping the siblings alive.
[b [#660000 “Thank you, for keeping your end of our bargain.”]]
[b [#000066 “Thank you? That bastard stabbed you, Lys! He could have killed you! If he really wanted to help, he wouldn’t be standing there watching you bleed to death from a wound he caused!”]] Logan argued back, clearly still wary of the stranger. He only pried his eyes off his sister in order to keep the other two in his sights. Why they had brought the siblings here instead of leaving them to the mercy of the Boyscout, Logan had no idea, but he wasn’t ready to drop his guard just yet.
[b [#660000 “Logan!”]] For the second time since the four were reunited, Lyssa’s sharp tone cut off her brother’s fury and brought him back in line. Logan was willing to fight any battle, no matter how ill-suited he was; the only exception was his sister. He wouldn’t dare fight her on this, especially when she was so determined. Lyssa, of course, was just as concerned about Logan pissing off a powerful being like Laurent as she was about Laurent being unjustly accused.
[b [#660000 “They helped us escape, that’s more than enough.”]] The young woman forced the weariness out of her voice, both to ease her brother’s worry and to hide the severity of her condition to those she only partially trusted. Laurent could have easily left her and Logan in that holding cell, or simply killed them both during the escape. Either he spared them as potential allies or merely as an effort to uphold his deal. Either way, he had earned some report with the younger Thorne. The woman, on the other hand, was still a threat to Lyssa. The damage done by the redhead’s blade was plainly evident on the blonde’s face and Lyssa could only fear she’d pay for such a strike with her life. Logan seemed to sense her uncertainly, and did his best to ease the tension between the four of them.
[b [#000066 “Lieutenant? That’s what the Boyscout called you, right? I’m Logan, my sister’s Lyssa. Shade and Striker from Bludhaven… which I’m guessing doesn’t exist in this world? You told me you attacked us because you thought we were one of [i them]? Well, we’re obviously not. All four of us spilled blood back there. What do you say, we call it even? I won’t hold a grudge if you don’t.”]] Logan spoke evenly, his tone notably void of the hostility he used when speaking with Captain America. It was evident, his only concern now was his sister – just as it had been back in the holding cell.
[b [#000066 “We don’t know this city. Is there any place safe we could stay? Just while we treat my shoulder and Lyssa’s side? Then we’ll be out of your hair, I swear it.”]]
[b [#777766 “Captain? There’s no sign of the four fugitives. I’m afraid they have escaped. But we do have a more pressing issue. If you would follow me, Sir.”]] The agent requested, somewhat anxiously in light of their failure to apprehend the escapees. The Lieutenant was enough of a concern, but allied with this stranger, [i Striker], who knew what they were capable of? Suspicions only grew as the guards discovered two additional trespassers in the same corridor where Striker and his redheaded partner surfaces mere hours ago. The strangers, while not nearly as hostile as their formers, spun the same ludicrous story of travelling from another dimension. Not wanting to take any chances, the agents swiftly detained the intruders and escorted them to one of the holding cells, waiting for Captain America to decide their fate.
The agent brought the Captain to the holding cell where their two new prisoners were being kept and was welcomed by the utter shock of the two men suddenly free from their binds and conversing amongst themselves against the far wall of the holding cell. As soon as the agent led the Captain inside, both strangers fell silent and addressed their company with a passivity that starkly contrasted Striker’s behaviour.
It was the older of the two men that spoke first. Dressed in armoured Kevlar, with a simple domino mask across his eyes, a full utility belt around his waist, and two escrima sticks strapped to his back – Nightwing looked to be at ease in these unfamiliar surroundings, unlike his partner. The younger, similarly dressed hero in Nightwing’s wake wore different colours (red accents instead of Nightwing’s blue), a full hooded mask, two belts across his chest, and a cape draped over his shoulders.
[b [+blue “Sorry about the cuffs. In our defense, we did tell your men that restraints were unnecessary.”]] Nightwing stated, motioning to the discarded binds absently left on the floor. The black and blue clad hero held an air of confidence and ease that was quite unique in their present circumstance. The fact that he was in an unfamiliar world, detained by an unknown collaboration of guards and superhumans didn’t seem to faze the young man. That was because Nightwing had been in situations like this many times before, left to the mercy of strange heroes and villains with seemingly ever disadvantage and yet, here he stood without a hint of doubt or fear in his posture. Batman had trained his protégé well.
[b [+red “Red, white, and blue: I told you we were still in the States… or at least this world’s equiviant.”]] The younger of the two spoke directly to his partner before his masked eyes returned to scan the room. Lacking the same ease as his elder, this younger hero did manage to hold a similar level of confidence, although his was far more calculated than the former.
[b [+red “Strict uniform on the lackies, with military grade weaponry and a hierarchy of command. Each uniform depicts the acronym [i S.H.I.E.L.D.] – a defensive connotation, not typically associated with criminal intent. Their leader, dressed in national colours and symbols, his patronage clearly stated, holds himself with the mannerisms of a solder, despite the clear authority he holds over the others. He’s an uncanny parallel to the late Commander Steel of our world.”]] Red Robin spoke, again keeping his deductions directed at his partner. While Nightwing held the social confidence in situations like this, it was Red Robin’s cool intellect that would guide their behaviour in this world, making Nightwing eternally grateful he agreed to let the younger hero join him on such a dangerous mission.
Nightwing took a step towards the Captain, first raising his hands in a passive, non-threatening gesture to show he was not here to fight.
[b [+blue “My name is Nightwing, my little brother here is Red Robin. Both of us trained under one of our world’s most infamous heroes, Batman. We’re not from your world, but we mean you no harm. Red Robin and I came here through a portal that linked our world to yours. A portal recently used by two of our Earth’s criminals, Shade and Striker. We came here to get them back before they could cause you any trouble.”]] Nightwing explained, hoping this world’s hero at least had an open mind to hear him speak. Batman warned them that this mission would be near-impossible without the cooperation of local law-enforcement… which is exactly why the team decided on sending the charismatic Dick Grayson, as opposed to the stoic loner that mentored him.
Nightwing approached the Captain slowly, but assertively, extending his hand in an offer of partnership. Though he was unaware, his mention of names such as Batman and Nightwing may credit his story, since those were the names Striker had mentioned during his interrogation.
[b [+blue “Once Shade and Striker are apprehended, my brother and I would be more than happy to help you locate and seal any portals that opened between our two worlds. Our friends back home are tracking these portals as we speak, trying to minimize the damage, but we can’t be sure that Striker and Shade were the only ones who stumbled through unintentionally. We also need to know if any of your citizens might have slipped through to our world."]]