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[open] funny how fast things change

Date & Time: April 18, morning/afternoon
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.

[Early morning finds Saul, surprisingly enough, in the Hold.

He doesn't like this place.

Then again, that can be said about this whole place, not just the Hold.

Anyway, there he is, down in one of the training rooms with his weapon and a box of cartridges that look just like the ones his weapon is meant to use but aren't quite. They're not electrified, these cartridges — he doesn't see the point in firing those at a training dummy. It'd be a waste.

And because someone made the mistake of telling him this thing is supposed to be sentient, he's talking to it.

The dummy he's been firing at has few cartridges sticking out of its torso. The rest? Stuck to the wall behind it.]

Come on, you piece of junk. Be sentient, or whatever. Aim yourself. God damn —

[He aims, fires off another round. This one winds up jammed at an awkward angle in the floor.]

Son of a bitch!

[Here's the thing: he doesn't know how to fire a gun like this. He also started the day off mad — actually, he hasn't stopped being mad since he talked to Lisbeth — and he's just getting madder. Mad enough that he almost flings his weapon across the room, but stops himself before he lets go, so all he really manages to do is tweak a muscle in his arm.]

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[Luckily, being angry takes a lot of energy, so by the time he finishes off the box of rounds and changes into a suit (a suit that's in dire need of tailoring and a splash or two of color, but beggars can't be choosers) for his field trip to the police station, he's much more subdued.

Still mad, though.

He has no idea what he's going to come up against, once he gets there. What he'll find out, what will change as a consequence of him finding out, yadda yadda, blah blah, shit sucks. And while it's true that he wanted the chance to do his job again, he wasn't really hoping for this.

After pacing on the steps of the station for a solid three minutes full of fidgeting with his briefcase and tie, he passes through the door and assumes as cool an exterior as any, then strides up to the front desk.

And smiles.]

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You're holding it wrong.

[A handy hint from one (1) Batgirl, who's hanging upside down from the rafters, as if this is a perfectly natural place for a young woman to be. The racket he's making drew her attention, and sometimes she can be a bit of a busy-body.

Also, she's bored.]

[So that's kind of weird. Saul hears a voice, but —

He looks up.

Jumps.]

Jesus, what the — ? Have you been up there that whole time?

[The very picture of politeness, she gives a little wave.]

Only a couple minutes. [She shrugs, upside down. It's a bit weird.] You know they can't like - hear you, right? They're not that kind of sentient.

[Their weapons, since she's assuming that's what all the talking to the gun was about.]

[Saul, who is usually the world's greatest ~~lawyer~~ liar, is not at the moment. He blinks at her, then frowns.]

Yeah, well, if they took some time to explain things before they shoved me and everyone else out in the rain...

[Cue squinting.]

Let me guess. Batgirl?

[That gets a laugh, and she's almost pleased to hear the actual name. She thinks it's a guess, though, rather than him recognizing the Bat gfor what it is.]

What gave me away?

[Maybe the giant yellow Bat on your tits, Steph.]

And there's training sessions during the week. To teach you how to use your weapon.

[Not that she's defending the Initiative. That's just, a thing.]

[PRETTY MUCH. Not that he was looking.]

Oh, right. Because that's exactly what I want to do — screw this up with other people around.

[He scowls at the thought. Feh.]

Why don't you come down here and show me how to hold it? Then we can skip the unnecessary public embarrassment.

You could probably get an Iniative person to show you in private.

[She trains one on one with them, sometimes, if she can't find sparring partners amongst the Transports on a particular day.

But, still, he has a point. She reaches up to hold onto the rafter, so she can unhook her legs, and then let go, twisting in mid air so she lands on her feet.]

You sure you want a girl to teach you how to handle a gun?

[Teasing, but good naturedly, as she gestures for him to hand it over.]

But you're here now, so...

[He trails off when she jumps, unable to hide how impressed he is with that little stunt.

Maybe that costume isn't just for Halloween.

Never mind that it's April. Shh.]

It's not like a regular gun. The bullets are electrified — non-lethal. Not these, though. For, uh. Training purposes.

[With that, he hands it over.]

[There's a brief crinkling of her nose at electrified, because she'd honestly rather get shot than get electrocuted, but she supposes Bruce would approve of non-lethal guns, at least.

But she takes the gun, automatically looking it over, and despite the fact Bats really aren't supposed to use guns, there's a difference between don't and can't. It's clear she's more than comfortable handling it, and after she's giving it a proper inspection she turns towards the dummy, lifting the gun in position.

She's more used to handguns, really, but she manages to give him a general rundown of how to position the gun, how to hold and aim it without hurting himself or someone else. When she's sure she's covered everything, and that he's paid attention, she hands the gun back for him to try.]

[Shocked, Steph. Shocked. Electrocution is death. Saul's not out to kill anyone ~~himself~~.

He watches and listens as best he can without getting distracted by the whole Batgirl thing. It's weird. It's also pretty cool, and now he's like — damn, talk about not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of someone.

After a moment's hesitation, he takes his weapon back, assumes what he thinks is the proper stance, and aims at the dummy once more.]

Lookin' good so far?

[She scrutinizes him for a second, before nodding.]

Might want to widen your stance a little bit, but otherwise you're good to give it a try.

[At which point she's just going to take a step back, because crowding people who aren't experienced at firing guns isn't a great idea, even if there's not much those bullets could do to her.

(Thank you, Bat-suit.)]

[He shuffles his feet outward about another inch, then bends his knees just slightly.

Yes.

This feels much better.

A few controlled breaths later, he slides his finger onto the trigger and fires.

BOOM, HEADSHOT~]

...oh my God, did I get his eye? I — wow. I probably shouldn't aim there. That's — ow. No.

Ouch.

[Sympathetic wince for the dummy with a shell it's eye, even if there's laughter in her tone.]

Not bad, though. And you're better off aiming for the body anyway, bigger target. Trust me, even at point blank people will miss a head shot.

[Thank god because otherwise she would be 100% more dead than she is right now.]

There must be...

[He trails off, thinking. Damn it, Jim; he's a lawyer, not a doctor. Why is he trying to figure out the best spot for shooting someone with one of these things? It's non-lethal, sure, but if he ever catches someone in the eye with it — that's bad news, to say the least.

Not that he ever wants to use this thing for real, but.]

You ever use a taser?

[She tilts her head slightly to look at him with that trailed off sentence, curious, but she'll answer his question instead of asking her own.]

This whole thing is kind of a taser. [Gesturing to her suit, since it is, especially if someone tries to get it off her when she hasn't detactivated the security measures.] But if you mean a proper one, then, yeah, I have. Also been tased, it's less fun than you might think.

[Sometimes Bruce can push them a little hard.]

[...her suit is electrified?

So it's probably kind of stupid that Saul wants to touch it now, huh.

Damn, why couldn't he have asked for something like that instead of —

wait no he would look terrible in something like that never mind carry on]

Is there, like, a preferred spot to aim for?

With something like that, I'd go for the torso, but you can aim for the abdomen instead of the chest, just to be safe.

[She's assuming he means "the preferred spot to not accidentally kill someone", since most people choose non-lethal weapons for a reason.]

Using regular tasers you can go for the legs as well, but that's easier when you're in closer range. If we're on missions your first concern should be protecting yourself.

[Regardless of whether that means accidentally killing someene, which... probably isn't advice Bruce would approve of. But screw that.]

[He shakes his head.]

I picked this over a regular taser for a reason.

[Saul has no intention of ever getting close enough to use a regular taser on anyone. No thank you. You know how he's going to protect himself? By staying away.]

So does the secret identity thing still hold in this place, or...?

Smart man.

[Just because she enjoys punching people in the face doesn't mean that everyone does, and she can respect the desire to keep a distance in potentially dangerous situations.

As for secret identities, she shrugs.]

Kinda. It's not as easy here, and a little pointless, but I'd rather not have people knocking on my door if I piss them off as Batgirl.

[Most of the people she's going to the United Earth with are probably going to find out along the trip, and there's an assortment of others that know, but that doesn't mean she's going to wander around without her cowl on. It's generally better to keep the two secret, especially when you're a regular human.]

You might want to consider hiring a lawyer.

[...he says, eyes all a-twinkle.]

What on Earth would I need a lawywer for?

[She doesn't need to be a detective to pick up that he's sort of offering, there.]

You said it yourself: identity protection. Not to toot my own horn, but I specialize in a number of fields. Vigilante justice was never exactly one of them; however, I think I can apply what I know to serve someone like you.

[ :)?? ]

[God help her, she laughs.]

No offence, but I've been doing this since I was fifteen, I think I can keep a handle on my own secret identity.

[Nevermind that half the criminals in Gotham knew who the Spoiler was because they knew she was Arthur Brown's daughter. Batgirl is a fairly well kept secret.]

Why would you even want to be a vigilante's lawyer, anyway?

[That shit could get you killed, Saul.]

If you're so sure...

[In a place like this, he's surprised she's managed to succeed so far. What, are there no people with secret identity-detecting superpowers hanging around? Color him surprised.

Also haha.

Hahaha.

AHAHAHAHA please do not talk to him about shit that could get him killed because that is already pretty much his life.]

A vigilante is a big step up from the people I used to represent back home. Could be fun.

I'm pretty sure.

[She doesn't really have anything against lawyers; Babs took the bar, after all, and helped her sort out all the drama with her dad and their mortgage, but.... still.]

I'm flattered, I think, but that doesn't really inspire confidence.

[Makes her wonder what sort of people he's used to dealing with.]

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