[open] funny how fast things change

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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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[The smile she gives him this time is very much Batgirl, warm and reassuring, the way she smiles at people who are scared and just need a little hope that everything's going to be alright.]

I get it. [About having a team, she misses having Babs and Proxy as back up, misses Kara being a word away, even misses Damian, which is.... weird.] And I don't think it's desperate; it's a hell of a thing to adjust to this whole thing. It makes sense to want to have something to rely on.

[Maybe that's why she'd gotten so hopeful about meeting Batwoman, but despite the meeting itself going alright, it wasn't what she needed.]

I won't let you down. Despite everything I just said about trust.

[If he wants to rely on her. If he wants the symbol to mean something, despite not being from her world.]

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[He almost argues. For him, yeah, it is desperate. She might not see if that way, but Saul's always tried to establish a sort of independence from the rest of the world — and he had it, for the most part, until he got mixed up with Walter White.]

I'll take my chances and believe that.

[He offers his hand again.]

And I'll try to prove I'm not a bad guy.

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[Stupidly, for a brief moment, she thinks of Clancy and her chest feels too tight, because people who believe in her end up, well.

A chalk outline, apparently,

But she swallows it down, shakes his hand with a smile.]

You're doing alright so far. [At not being a bad guy, and she stands, letting her cape fall around her shoulders before sort of - looking around.] Usually this is where I'd say something vaguely mysterious and disappear into the shadows, but... [vague hand wave at the fact they're in the middle of the well lit training facilities.

No, you know what, in the interest of ignoring this weird mood she's fallen into, she's going to give a cheeky grin]

Good luck at the police station.

[And excuse her while she shoots her grapple line at the roof, hits the button to haul herself up, and disappears into the shadows there.

Nailed it.]

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[Did she really just —

Yeah, she totally did.

Saul stares after her, then starts chuckling and dramatically shouts toward the darkness:] Thank you, Batgirl!

[And the chuckling soon turns into full laughter, because he can't believe he just said that and meant it.]