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[batmanschmatman]

Who: Dick Grayson and Billy Costigan [Closedish]
What: Port nonsense.
When: JURASSIC PORT.
Where: lol Jurassic Park
Warnings: Dinosaurs, bad language, probably violence.

Comments

In which Dick agrees to give Bill a gun.

[batmanschmatman]

At the announcement of a port, Dick had immediately decided he was going. With everything that had gone on over the last few weeks, he needed some fresh air, to get out and do something more than just sitting around and hoping everything was fine. The CES was fine and everything, but a port meant there could be something to do. And he missed doing stuff. OS19 had helped take the edge off; hopefully this one would too.

So, after grabbing some of his gear - his escrima sticks and some gadgets that could be stashed in his jacket pockets - he headed over to his inmate's room and knocked on the door.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan opened the door not long after he heard the sound of the knock, already having begun to get ready. He expected that Dick would want to go, knowing how much his warden had enjoyed the action of the last port, and he wasn't going to reject the opportunity. Even if he hated Dick and wanted nothing to do with the man, he would still have liked to get the fresh air and get the fuck into some new surroundings. Besides, there was always a slim chance that the next port would Boston. Slim, but possible. As it was, he still felt pretty good with his warden and that only increased how much he wanted to go.

The inmate opened the door widely to greet his warden, then he stepped inside, trusting Dick to close it behind them. "Hey."

[batmanschmatman]

Which he did as soon as he entered the room, grinning as he took a couple steps in and greeted his inmate. "Hey." He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to get going and see what was waiting for them. Of course, it could be something like the port where they'd been stuck in suburbia, but even that had been fun in a mundane police work sort of way.

"So, I'm going to head down. You want to come?"

[lost_undercover]

Costigan stared in silence at his warden's enthusiasm before turning away to continue what he was doing before. The inmate had a small duffel bag he was packing with some basics, whether for zombie graveyards or kissing town. It seemed to answer Dick's question by itself, but he wasn't so rude as to just ignore that the man had spoken. "Yeah. I could use the fresh air. Hopefully it's better than last time, though.. No offense, guy, but I don't know how much I can do with a knife. I wasn't really trained for a knife fight."

[batmanschmatman]

"You want to bring something else?" It wasn't an idea he was opposed to. It wasn't like he didn't trust Costigan with a gun. But most other ports where it had been necessary, the weapons had been somehow provided for them. In suburbia, they'd been cops, in the wasteland each warden had been issued one, and then in OS19, they'd picked some up off the thugs Kirk's counterpart had sent after them. And considering god only knew what port was going to be like, packing accordingly was probably a good idea.

lol worst 2 days.

[lost_undercover]

"What else is there?" He replied offhandedly. Costigan sincerely hadn't been asking for any kind of weapon or special permission, but was, rather, making a note of his current situation as he saw it. The response from his warden drew a bemused retort related to the availability of weapons in a remark on observation more than any sort of request or complaint. The inmate really just couldn't think what he he had besides the knife and he knew how Dick felt about guns.

I'm sorry bb <333

[batmanschmatman]

Dick shrugged, mouth forming an amused smile at the perceived obviousness of the answer. "Last time I checked, we've got a mysterious guy who usually grants official requests for more stuff, so we could probably get creative, if you wanted."

[lost_undercover]

"I'm not much good with anything else. Dropped out of the Academy, remember?" He sounded a little disgruntled by the idea as he replied. Then, with an actual laugh, he added, "Unless you feel like giving me a gun."

[batmanschmatman]

Had Costigan asked for a gun - as he had, on more than one occasion - to keep on the Barge, Dick would have said no, saying the same thing about them being too dangerous to have here and how he didn't personally like using them. But, as it was, he shrugged nonchalantly again. "If we end up back at some zombie invested wasteland, you're going to need more then just a knife. You want me to ask the big man and see what he says?"

[lost_undercover]

Costigan glared at Dick, thinking his warden was mocking him for a second. Then that gave way to shock, then suspicion. The inmate stared in silence for a stretch before finally speaking again, shifting uncomfortably as he did. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

Of course he wanted a gun and he knew Dick would know that, but he couldn't help but wonder if the man in front of him was his warden. Since he'd seen David morph and knew about other magic on the Barge, he was suspicious.

[batmanschmatman]

He raised an eyebrow, sensing the suspicion and pretty sure it had something to do with his previous firmness about the no guns on the Barge rule. "It's not like this is the first time you've had a gun in port. I trust you." It seemed simple enough to him. "Do you want one or not?"

[lost_undercover]

Although Costigan relaxed visibly at that answer, his paranoia wouldn't be satiated that easily. He was quiet for a beat, then asked evenly, without every taking his gaze away from his warden, "How'd I get the two scars on my left arm?"

He only had one on each arm, from the time he'd gone through withdrawals. It was something only Dick knew the full story of; even Mal hadn't asked about them yet -- or maybe hadn't even seen them, he wasn't quite sure.

[batmanschmatman]

Years of working with Bruce made him used to this kind of questioning, so without changing his casual posture, he immediately answered. "You were hallucinating while going through detox from your addiction to Oxycodone and Lorazepam. You locked yourself in my bathroom and tried to cut 'the disease' out. I kicked down the door, pulled you out of the bathtub, stopped the bleeding and stitched you up. You spent the next couple days more or less passed out on my couch."

One corner of his mouth lifted in a sort of amused smirk. "And you only have one on your left arm."

Sorry for short tags. :C

[lost_undercover]

Costigan stared for a long time before he was finally convinced, but then he conceded with a sigh of relief and complete relaxation of his muscles. "Fuck, guy. Yeah, I want a gun. I'm still not sure what the hell changed your mind, though. You don't like guns, port or otherwise. Why now?"

No worries! :D

[batmanschmatman]

"I don't like them, but I can work with people who use them. I was a cop, remember?" And again, he grinned a little, before becoming a little more serious to explain. "I don't like having them on the Barge because it's too easy for them to fall into the wrong hands, and I don't anyone getting killed or you getting in trouble for someone swiping your weapon. We're in a more contained environment here then we are in port."

[lost_undercover]

"You had no choice then," Costigan replied quietly in the short pause, but the explanation countered his remark and he gave a nod. Even though he completely disagreed, it explained why Dick was more okay with it. Part of him wanted to refuse the gun; if he couldn't have it on the Barge, he wouldn't take it in port. But the inmate wasn't so immature as to work in ultimatums and his survival was more important than making any kind of point. He'd appreciate what he could get when he could get it.

"Yeah, alright. I want a gun."