Heart Attack

Feel invincible

We had spoken about every method we would use to separate Oscar from Ozpin. Yet, I was still worried about my little brother. Would he survive? Would this even be possible? And if it was, how were we supposed to take Ozpin with us into this mission? I glanced at everyone; they looked very serious. The only ones missing were Jason's team. The mafias, perhaps, were already uniting. As for the current situation, I tried my hardest to recall - it was familiar, at least the situation.

"This sounds fantastic and all... but we are no closer to getting the guy out of the kid, nor to getting into Atlas," grumbled Qrow, massaging his temples. Poor man - I did not think humans could survive with that much alcohol in their systems.

Bruce stayed silent. We had gone to his mansion instead to prevent more intrusions from Richard and Barbara. The guardian of the Robins looked at me knowingly, as if he knew what I was thinking of, or trying to remember. Bruce always seemed to know more about people and their thoughts than themselves, without the aid of powers. Truly an admirable human.

"Actually," Jaune interrupted Qrow nervously, his hands trembling slightly - he was braver than he gave himself credit for. "I have an idea, but it's a sorta no-going-back idea."

"Let's hear it / Let us hear it, Arc," said Ruby and Damian at the same time.

"Well, Maria and Jason found out that Cordo is on watch. Only Atlas ships have clearance to leave to Solitas," explained Jaune slightly nervous. Cordo. I knew of her - an older woman, head of Argus' defenses, very loud and extremely distrusting of anyone not from Atlas. (She reminded me of certain Tamaranean councilwomen who once debated for seven entire hours about the shape of a ceremonial spoon.)

"So... we... steal an Atlas airship."

"That's not just breaking th-"

"It is a perfectly reasonable idea and the best we have," Damian interrupted Weiss, making everyone look at him, surprised. Bruce nodded proudly at what his son had said. It was sweet to see those small gestures between them. And as for me, this was a flashback to the time I had fallen into the barren future.

"So, it's impossible," said Nightwing. "Good. If memory serves..."

"We've done the impossible before," I quoted the last part of the sentence.

That Nightwing had loved me, those eyes, how he and the Titans of that horrid future... it was a beauty I never appreciated then.

"We will work on creating the body for now. Once it is ready, we will let you know," Bruce informed us, looking back at Alfred.

"But... how would we even get on the airfield?" asked Yang. I looked at Damian, waiting for him to tell us what was needed. After all, he was a Robin, and all the Robins were known as excellent planners.

"I have a plan," Damian said evenly. "Even if it involves the military - those in my world have dealt with worse. Now, let me tell you..."

He explained what we had to do, allowing small interruptions so we could get the details right. Therefore, the next morning, we got the plan in motion. I walked with Weiss and Damian; we were back at Atlas, entering the compound thanks to an elderly lady who was called Cordo. She was rambling about how Weiss was better here, following her sister's footsteps and other things in that line.

"And who are the two accompanying you?" asked the woman. She didn't seem happy to see us.

"Meddling peasants. They look suspicious. I wonder - are they part of the White Fang? Mafia? Are they here to hurt the people?"

"That is my butler and his sister," said Weiss, pointing at Damian - that had been the plan. "I recently hired them while at Beacon, and they decided to come with me and protect me. Well, more like she came to see us off."