Cold-Blooded

Game

...and accept each other they did not. Alias sighed.

She had no idea of the circumstances that would have arisen, nor did she think of the outcomes. Okay, yes, she's a Meta Mercenary, and would be cunning enough to see this happen. But no, she had this slither of hope that everything would settle, secrets wouldn't have to be hidden anymore. That flitting slither had now vanished, all because Jason couldn't appreciate Grayson's acceptance of him. She gave them ten minutes, ten minutes to resolve their problems.

And they're still on the floor, wrestling.

Alias took her almost-finished plate in one hand and a fork in the other before sliding out of the booth and stopping short of the fighting two. "Jason, Dick, stop. Now." Her occupied hand waved the fork in the air and a faint violet golem shimmered into reality next to her, moving at an unnaturally fast speed and managed to get the Red Hood out from the complicated grapple in seconds. It had hooked its arms under his underarms and interlinked its fingers behind his head, and barely had to fight against his struggles of escape. "I've never had to summon a golem before, so class yourself as special. Still, I'm disappointed. As for you, Grayson, you're just as bad as him." Dick stayed silent as he got himself off the floor and dusted himself off, his cheeks red but not bruised. Jason did throw a couple shots that looked like it really hurt, but thankfully his armour had improved from the last time him and Alias were out. His ribs would've definitely caved in on him.

"You two were supposed to work things out. Jason, he's trying to help you. Knowing what happened, you should respect the fact that he cares. Regardless of what happens, you two should be close. You two weren't given the name Robin for no reason. Grayson, you'll only cause more problems if you try and bring him back home. You don't think he's gone through enough? His morals are stained and we both can't change that. Jason was used against his will, and yet there's this little spark in him somewhere that acknowledges that it wasn't Bruce's fault. He had all the chances in the world to kill him, but he needed reassurance. But right now, you two have to realise that people don't change. It's their history that does." Dick lowered his gaze as he crossed his arms, Jason's struggles lessening in frequency as her words clung to their minds. She was right, and that's what sent a wave of regret crashing into the both of them. She sighed again and gently stabbed the fork into a strawberry before offering it to Dick.

"No, I'm...I'm good."

"Your loss. Here." She moved the fork to Jason's lips and, with the close proximity of the fruit, there was no way he could decline now that he witnessed just a peek at how angry she could get. And the fact that the golem was at least several inches taller than him and swept him off the floor. He narrowed his eyes before letting her feed him the strawberry, and chewed it slowly. "Oh, before I forget." Alias set her plate down and removed her comm device from her thigh belt, and handed it to Nightwing.

"Wait. Aren't you gonna need this?"

"Apparently, no. I'm getting my old outfit with my own comm but you can contact Rex with it. He's a Meta so he'll arrive almost immediately. He's really nice and very skilled, so if you need more muscle he's your go-to guy."

"You sure he's a Meta and not, like, some guy posing as a Meta?"

"Last time I checked, I didn't think humans could teleport unless you figured it out already." She peered behind her. "Golem, you...can let go of him now. I think he's calmed down." The golem nodded its sluggish head and carefully put Jason down, who shrugged on his jacket and fixed his hair. With that obvious pout, she'd leave him be for now. She wasn't ready for a lecture. "And I got someone coming over here to fill us in about our new enemy."

"Someone you can trust?"

"With my life."

"So, who is he?" Jason piped up this time, a scowl still worn on his face. Guess he wasn't over it.