[Honestly one could make the same argument about Alfred. (Ex-of her majesties's special forces and all.) Maybe they’re actually in the right line of work after all. Why is there such a badass-to-housekeeper pipeline, we just don’t know.
Predictibly, Priest earns an equally deadpan look. Sure you are. Even in Gotham City, he's never seen a priest throw a punch like that.
Oddly, calling back to the woman they'd sent off downstairs seems to kick another little spike of defensiveness into his posture. His chin raises, hands gone still on his newly-looted pistol. Like Talia making a point of calling him out on his extracurriculars. Irrational on some level, of course, because it's not like he's been all that subtle. Marc isn't particularly incorrect in the assumptions he's probably making. But it itches at his nerves that the guy thinks to make them. (He's probably not exactly correct, either.)
He thumbs the safety back onto the gun and tucks it away under his jacket. Dry—]
Spooky.
[Jury's out on whether Spector (Spectre?) is a name or a pseudonym, and he's got the right background to wonder. Could be either, really, though to be honest, it's all kind of the same to him right now. There's a moment where he's clearly weighing if he wants to meet him halfway.]
Jason. [He's kind of deliberately between monikers, at the moment. And between jobs, since he doesn't have anything quite as interesting to offer as Priest. Instead—] I'm just passing through.
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Predictibly, Priest earns an equally deadpan look. Sure you are. Even in Gotham City, he's never seen a priest throw a punch like that.
Oddly, calling back to the woman they'd sent off downstairs seems to kick another little spike of defensiveness into his posture. His chin raises, hands gone still on his newly-looted pistol. Like Talia making a point of calling him out on his extracurriculars. Irrational on some level, of course, because it's not like he's been all that subtle. Marc isn't particularly incorrect in the assumptions he's probably making. But it itches at his nerves that the guy thinks to make them. (He's probably not exactly correct, either.)
He thumbs the safety back onto the gun and tucks it away under his jacket. Dry—]
Spooky.
[Jury's out on whether Spector (Spectre?) is a name or a pseudonym, and he's got the right background to wonder. Could be either, really, though to be honest, it's all kind of the same to him right now. There's a moment where he's clearly weighing if he wants to meet him halfway.]
Jason. [He's kind of deliberately between monikers, at the moment. And between jobs, since he doesn't have anything quite as interesting to offer as Priest. Instead—] I'm just passing through.
[New in town, y'know?]