It hadn't even been all that long since Jonathan had entered the bunker. Back in the day, as far as he knew, the Titans had been something of a more overt team. His uncle had told him stories. He couldn't help but wonder if the man he'd once called Uncle Roy was okay. He knew he had a past and he was a bit distraught when he'd last seen Jonathan. He had been planning on going ahead and using the training area and a few holo-bots, but J had kind of taken over the space. So he'd been left to room. In that time he'd taken to checking out some of the wiring and defenses of their safe haven. After all, the boy hadn't been able to learn all of the functions of the computer and couldn't quite control it, but the basic systems weren't very much different from his own. It was still interesting just how advanced it all really was. It brought some many questions to mind.
Who was backing this Bat? Sure Jonathan had a number of theories based on some of the stories of the past, told to him by Grandpa Ollie before his passing. Not to mention Data files he'd recovered and taken control of after Pops had begun helping him build his little Den. That what he'd decided to call it. The Den. He'd considered the Quiver, but that was quite annoying to say and that didn't seem cool at all. Besides, if he'd ever decided not to use the name Arrow... Well he didn't wanna think about that. As far as he'd come in the past few years, it still hurt to think about his legacy and lives of the people lost when when it did come up. His mom and dad were gone because of this legacy. It was probably why he'd chosen red. Green was too painful.
Still, Jonathan was looking forward. Here was an opportunity unlike any other he'd ever had. He wasn't about to let it slip away. Training from Batman. With a team. Sure, he was almost positive he was the youngest of the bunch. A whopping 16 years old and most likely to be booted for "safety" reasons, but he was hoping to solidify his place on the team before that became a problem. Even more so, there was John. God forbid his secret got out and the man who'd taken care of him, trained him, protected him the last 9 years had been put in danger.
I mean, I know where I get my funds. And I know how I got my suit. But... Jonathan's thoughts trailed off as he continued to try and piece together the puzzle. Thinking of his suit he looked down at his uniform. Various shades of red and yellow, along with some black. His headpiece, together with the goggles (for lack of a better word when describing the ocular lenses), concealed his identity fairly well and it was equipped with a fair amount of the best tech and armor he could get his hands on; even if it didn't quite measure up to the bat suit of tomorrow. Then there was everyone else. At first Robin had offered to outfit everybody. Simple stuff. He clearly wasn't a millionaire in disguise since he couldn't really get the new Titans all the bells and whistles.
I would have offered but... He sighed and shook his head.
J had finished using the training area, which meant it was free to go. Jonathan, as Red Arrow, could get a little session in. At least that was the plan before he heard J offer the second controller for his and Z's favorite arcade game. Jonathan didn't like it all that much. Generally the calibration was off enough to screw with his aim. It was pretty annoying knowing that while everyone else got to be a crack shot in games like this, he could be thrown off by the smallest error in the software. Then again, if he ever got the chance he could probably fix that up. Which meant it would help to join in.
The uniform clad hero grinned and clapped his gloved hands together, turning to join his teammate only to be stopped when Catherine grabbed his arm.
"It feels like as a hero," and somebody partially trained by a hero, a skilled assassin and then trained by a former soldier,
"it shouldn't have been that easy for somebody to grab me by the arm and turn me around like that..." He said with a small laugh as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair.
"But well, I don't know. Truth be told I did some digging on 10 and I've got some ideas." He smirked as he walked from one side of Cat to the other inspecting the card.
"I mean she was a woman far as I can tell, Katty. If we go by age I'd wager it's around Batman's." He glanced at her.
"And according to the history books, the bat does have a habit of hooking up with female villains. Or at least one." He chuckled at the absurdity of the idea.
"But that's just a theory. You know, Batsy and 10. 10 and Batsy." He finished before the sound of the news broadcast went off.
He turned his head in the direction of the television. It didn't seem like much, but he was focusing his eyes and eyes on the audio and visual of the TV itself. He couldn't block everything out, and if you didn't know about his powers you would think he was just spacing out. But Catherine probably understood.
"Shit... Shit shit shit." He whispered to himself through a mix of anxiety and excitement. It looked the Titans had a job to handle. Though he didn't come out and say that outright for at least another 10 seconds.
"We gotta get to Gotham Harbor." He spoke quickly as he pulled his hood up.
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