ILLUSION || Jason Todd

SIXTEEN

❝WE TALKED FOR A SEC❞

SABRINA CARPENTER, BED CHEM

After those three minutes of silence were over, Dick Grayson and Lorelei Hansworth came up with the appropriate plan. A plan for whatever they would face within the location with the last five minutes of driving before their arrival. The plan was simple, not overly complicated. Nowhere near complicated, actually.

With their main priority surrounding obtaining answers, it was decided Dick would take the lead with the interrogation. Lorelei's primary role was observing and using her abilities, entering Mr. Adamson's mind to find any hidden truths, lies, or information that would be useful. It was a simple yet effective plan.

Upon entering the apartment complex, the young mage and former Robin were met with an elderly woman offering the pair a butterscotch sweet. Lorelei shook her head in protest, rejecting the offer as Dick took both wrappers, pocketing them as they took a few extra steps towards the elevator.

"Didn't you know not to take sweets from strangers?" Lorelei teased, watching Dick press the button for the elevator that immediately digs, its doors opening and welcoming them into the smaller area. The ice blonde mage knew the acceptance of the treats were nothing but appearances; Dick wouldn't actually eat them. He knew better, Lorelei knew that.

That didn't mean the young mage wouldn't tease him.

"Didn't you know it's nice to be polite?" Dick remarked, a smirk lacing his face as they stood still in the rising elevator, having pressed the correct button once entering.

As the elevator doors open with its familiar chime, Lorelei is met with a bright apartment. With floor to ceiling windows for natural lighting and furniture that could only be described as cold as her glance skimmed passed the contents within the room. The young mage didn't have time to care about the interior, she was far too focused on finding Mr. Adamson whilst making a note of danger zones - exits, entrances, and anything that may seem suspicious.

Dick, too, was on the lookout for all those things as he motioned for Lorelei to follow him. Walking behind the former Robin down a set of stairs, Lorelei was hit with a smell of cooking and an older man pouring himself a glass of alcohol; champagne, no doubt, if Lorelei were to guess by the flute glass he held.

"Detective Grayson, Miss Hansworth." The man greeted the pair with their arrival, Dick standing closer to the man as Lorelei scanned the room as he had previously upstairs. The man was old - his white hair and wrinkles were the giveaway - and wore clothing similar to those she saw Bruce wear. Sophisticated clothing, worthy of the rich.

"Are you Mr. Adamson?" Dick asked, taking the lead as previously discussed.

The apartment, no doubt, was expensive and by his presence, Lorelei would not be surprised if Mr. Adamson truly ran the cult chasing after them. That, and he knew their names. The young mage would assume those in lower ranks of the cult would not have access to such information but it was just that - an assumption.

The most notable thing about the apartment to Lorelei was its similarities to the safehouse Bruce had within Gotham, the same safehouse he had given her to stay within. It was modern, minimalistic, cold, and seemed to lack personality. It had the necessities to live and showcased the money its owner held, but it was bare despite being camera ready for a photoshoot.

It was similar to how Lorelei met her safehouse. With Bruce's blessing, Lorelei had created it into her own space. The foundations were there, nothing had truly changed, but the transformation was at the heart of Lorelei. Her entire being had thrown up within most rooms - the only rooms left truly untouched were those relating to the vigilante lifestyle. The living areas, the areas she could relax within, were covered in details of Lorelei Hansworth.