The Fallen

Episode 2: Mad Scientist

Jason opened the door to the warehouse. The place where Roy spent most nights eccentric and excited, an idea having popped into his head for a new this or a better that. A place he found solace in his own mind, where he left aside all thoughts of how he should act or who he should be or the weight of all the wrongs he'd committed.

Things were scattered across tables, strewn carelessly here or there. A single chair stood tall in the center of the room. A quiver slung over its shoulder. The room was filled with things he couldn't begin to name, and yet... it still felt empty. He didn't dare speak, the echo of his voice would surely break something inside of him. And it was in that moment that he realized, for as long as he'd lived in the mansion, and the ship and this godforsaken warehouse, he had never felt as at home anywhere else as he did when he was with Roy and Kory.

The outlaw made his way deeper into the warehouse, seeking out one thing. A biological something or another. A tool Roy said would come in handy and that it was linked to all of their biometrics but Jason had no clue how to use.

"Well," he gave a shrug and pushed a button. A low whistle bounced against the walls but, as time ticked away, nothing happened. "Figures." He proceeded to press the other buttons but when he'd waisted more time on the thing than he liked, he decided the complicated piece of tech was useless.

Jason pocketed the device and sat down on the chair, overlooking the table of schematics. A mess, really. There were layouts of new weaponry, little unreadable notes scribbled here and there, and, moving aside a few sheets of wax paper, Jason had even found blueprints with improvements for his helmet.

A helmet that may never be built.

No, Jason couldn't think like that.

He pushed himself away from the table and sighed, none too eager of what he had to do next. The fact that he had to visit the manor was one thing, but having to admit defeat and ask for help- from Bruce no less- had him spiraling for any other solutions. He knew none would come.