Night 45: Experimental Treatments Laboratory

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Jason thought he could hear.... animals or something as he entered the lab area. It was faint but enough to put him on edge. He stopped just inside the door, waiting to see if any immediate threats were going to appear. Nothing showed itself and he moved further inside, waiting for Two-Face to follow with his flashlight.

As he carefully checked out the room he said, "He won't be going by his real name here." There was no need to say who he was talking about. It was easier now to give Two-Face all he'd need to know about the fake. He'd made his decision and there was nowhere to go but forward. "And I don't know what alias he'll be using but it's not important."

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[dualistic]

It wasn't a surprise to hear that their target would be using a fake name here. Harvey and Jason were doing the same thing, so they were just going to have to figure out what the kid's was. Even if it boiled down to watching and waiting for him to write on the bulletin board and then go figure out which message he'd put up, there had to be a way.

Or maybe Jason already had some intel. "Do you have any idea of what it might be? How are we supposed to keep an eye on him if we don't know?" Unless Jason had a more direct approach, which Harvey certainly wasn't opposed to.

However, he was soon distracted by the room they'd entered. This seemed much more promising than the first area. The set of beds was nothing new, but there was a computer to his right-hand side. It looked like it was either off or sleeping, but it was only in that moment that Harvey realized that it had been ages since he'd even seen one. Or it felt like it, at least.

There also seemed to be some sort of cabinet a little further ahead, but it remained to be seen whether that would hold anything worth their time. Focusing on the computer first, Harvey moved over to the desk and jammed his finger down on the space key a few times in order to wake it up.

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He'd never bothered looking into what false identities Drake used when he had the chance, it had never mattered. He knew who the little shit was, where he lived and went to school and who he worked with, what else did he need?

And guessing what the baby bird might call himself wasn't going to be that easy. Timmy wouldn't want to use anything that could be connected to Dick or Bruce or Alfs. Not the girl Robin or any of the Titans either and nothing that could be linked back to Drake himself. So Jason could make lots of guesses as to what it wasn't but he didn't know his replacement well enough to have a chance at guessing what he was using. Great. But they could always get something straight from the baby bird himself.

"No, but why don't you accidentally run into him and see what he gives you? It'll be a start." If he knew one of little Timmy's alias' he might be able to guess at what else was him if he heard anything or saw something on the bulletin board.

Jason left Two-Face to see what he could get from the computer, checking out the rest of the room instead. The other doors leading out were all locked and he wasn't in the mood to break them all open unless he knew it would be worth it. That and the animal noises were louder from behind one of them and he didn't want to see if the experiments had been fed today.

[dualistic]

While Jason's suggestion wasn't foolproof (this Drake was probably going to recognize him and treat him differently than the average patient), it would be better than nothing. It looked like Jason was at least going to be willing to point this kid out to him, which was something he hadn't seemed that ready to do when it came to Batman.

It made sense. This Robin kid was small fry, as Harvey had figured before. Even if he was a partner of Batman's, that didn't mean he was on the same level.

"It's worth a shot," he agreed at a delay, seeing how he was distracted by the computer screen. It took a few seconds for it to wake up, but then the light was bright enough to cause Harvey to wince back (at least it would make the rest of the room easier to search). Unfortunately, all he was met with was a box asking for a user ID and password.

"Great," he scowled. He knew nothing about hacking into computers, but tried a few things out just for the hell of it, such as typing in Martin Landel's name. Predictably, it didn't work. "Well, that's a dead end unless you happen to be a hacker whiz kid on top of having a criminal record," he grumbled as he turned away from the monitor.

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Jason scowled as his head gave off another throb of pain when the light from the computer suddenly flooded the room. So much for his nightvision, though once the spots had cleared from his eyes he could search a lot easier.

He ignored the sounds of Two-Face tapping at the keyboard in favour of opening the cabinet sitting between two of the doors and rummaging around inside. There was a lot of stuff inside - syringes, beakers and other shit but there didn't seem to be anything particularly interesting that he could see.

He looked up as Two-Face spoke again, obviously having had no luck with the computer. "I don't have a criminal record," he replied carelessly, walking over to look at it himself. Red Hood might have an impressive rap sheet but Jason Todd had nothing. But that wasn't because he'd destroyed any records. Hacking had never been his thing. First there had been Batman to take care of that and then Talia had helped him get what info he needed. And killing off every last self-serving bag of shit that polluted his city generally didn't need much computer skills when you could beat what information you needed out of the bastards involved.

He tried anyway but quickly gave up, shoving away from the desk and shaking his head. "It's no good." And the only hackers he knew were the people he was looking to avoid. So they weren't going to be seeing just what was in there unless someone else had gotten in another night and was willing to share. Not likely.

[dualistic]

When Jason claimed that he didn't have a criminal record, Harvey actually believed him. He didn't see why Jason would lie about something like that (in fact, it was more likely that he would be proud of it), so Harvey didn't question it too much. Chances were Jason had probably still committed crimes; he had just been smart enough to not get caught.

That was the case with Harvey so far, but he'd only been on his killing spree for a day before he'd ended up in this place. In fact, seeing how both he and Jason had ended up here, they could easily have marks on their records now, but who knew? With them coming from Gothams that seemed to be completely different from each other, Harvey was getting less and less sure about things he had taken as fact.

When Jason started in on the computer, Harvey took his chance to inspect the cabinets that the kid had been riffling through earlier. While Jason hadn't seemed to find any of the things in here worth taking, Harvey grabbed a handful of syringes. A syringe full of air was more or less a death sentence, and if he was able to find other chemicals, they could even be loaded up. He wasn't sure how well they would work against monsters, but as for other people...

It translated as a way to save ammunition, and that was why he started trying to shove the needles into his pants pocket. He glanced over to Jason and shrugged. While it was frustrating that the computer was a dead end, there wasn't much they could do about it.

"So what's the plan? I'm going to run into this Drake kid tomorrow, or what?" Harvey didn't see why they should waste any time.

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Well at least one of them had found something worthwhile here. Jason wasn't bothered with the syringes - they could kill someone sure, but only if you could get close to your target for long enough to use it, in which case he'd rather just use a knife. He waited for Two-Face to finish jamming them into his pockets, leaning against the wall by the door marked as a storage room. He wanted to see if there was anything in there more interesting than what they'd found so far. While he could break it down himself, with the renewed pain in his head and everything else he'd rather make Two-Face handle it.

He snorted as Two-Face not too subtly suggested Jason should get on with it and tell him how to find the baby bird. "No, I thought I'd bring it up so we could screw around for another night," he replied sarcastically.

"He's about so tall," Jason went on, indicating on himself about where the baby bird came up to. "Black hair, blue eyes, kind of pale. He's not huge but he's not scrawny either. Got a lot of scars." He chuckled at that, glancing at Two-Face. "Well, you might not call it a lot." The baby bird was nowhere near as messed up as Dent but enough that it should help identify him. "Grim faced little shit. If he's alone he'll be lurking somewhere out of the way so he can watch everything." Fucking little stalker that he was. "I'd start looking for him in the Sun Room, he'll want to keep an eye on what's going on as much as possible."

[dualistic]

Ignoring the smartass remark, Harvey instead focused on the physical description that Jason gave as he tried to paint a picture of the kid in his mind. That wasn't exactly his specialty, but he'd heard enough of this sort of thing in the courtroom from witnesses that he was used to conjuring up mental images.

There wasn't too much that was going to distinguish the kid, but Harvey was just going to have to keep the scars and the grim expression in mind. The combination of black hair and blue eyes wasn't all that common, either, so he'd just have to be vigilant in searching the kid out.

He might look kind of creepy in the process, but he didn't think he could tarnish his image too much more than he already had, what with the burns and the bandages.

"I'll find him," he said with every bit of confidence. "Now, how much do you know about how he and the... other Two-Face interacted?" It was still bugging him beyond belief that he even had to accept that possibility, but there was little point in being stubborn about it. "Need to make sure I play my part right," he added as he closed the cabinet door.