There's a reason for Jan's lack of subtly. There's always a reason for Jan's lack of subtly. It's the one that makes his brother sigh and wish he'd been gifted with a different sibling, the one that makes his superiors sigh and resign themselves to the fact that the Valentine brothers come as a pair, if only because one of them is too reckless to achieve anything on his own. And as far as Jan's concerned, it's the one that makes life so goddamn fun.
He doesn't stop picking the lock at the window when he hears company, and doesn't even bother to look up. The guy -- the kid, he corrects himself -- gets a brief glance, but not much else. It's not the big guy in the cape, the one he's heard about here and there. And if it's not him, Jan doesn't care.
"Fuck off, Panties. I got here first." He give an annoyed little growl as the pick slips and his work's undone. Damn. Should really just break the fucking glass and be done with it.
Dick's used to people not taking him seriously. It's the whole point of the costume: criminals underestimate him because he's a small teenager dressed like a kid, jumping around and not looking threatening at all. Until he lands a kick and shatters a collarbone. Not that he does this all that often, but it does send the message that he should have been taken more seriously than he was.
He rolls his eyes behind the mask and doesn't fold his arms on his chest. He used to do it more when he got annoyed or bored, but he's been told (and shown) how unwise that is on the streets, where every situation is unstable.
"C'mon, I'm in a good mood. Scram and it won't get ugly." Batman would never be that patient and Dick wonders if he should start doing things more like Batman would or not. If so, he would already have jumped down and landed with a foot into the man's face at this point.
Little fucker's persistent, isn't he? Jan can only roll his eyes, figuring it might be easier just to ignore the -- whoever he is. Cape and little green undies. Circus reject? Maybe.
"Okay, see, how about you scram -- " He punctuates the words with a fist slamming casually through the window (no need to bother with tools when all glass-cuts will just heal anyway!). "And I make off with all this old hag's shit. That way I don't gotta kick your ass."
He aims an almost cheerful grin up at him, even as he starts pulling handfuls of broken glass out of the frame. "Or, hey, stick around if you really want! Might be a good after party."
Circus reject isn't that far away from the truth, really. And Batman wouldn't have allowed the window to be broken. This is probably why he should learn to just act first, talk later. Talking first sometimes leads to destroyed property.
At least it gives him a minimum of information: the man is strong enough to punch through glass without wincing and does not care about splitting his hand in the process. Pain can't bother him that much. Basically, the man is crazier than most, but probably not nearly as crazy as some criminals Dick as met before.
Dick doesn't wait for the alarm system to go on before jumping from the roof to land a kick in the man's face -- he doesn't think he broke his nose. He then catches his balance easily, grabbing onto the fire escape. He looks thoroughly unimpressed. "And now the police's gonna be here in a few minutes. Good job."
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Jan's head had jerked back with the force of the kick, but he'd kept his balance and his place on the fire escape. For the first time his grin fades, a vaguely irritated look replacing it. Damn. Kid could kick. ...Might make it even more fun, really.
The grin's back again in seconds, twisting and toothy. The night's officially a little more interesting.
"What the fuck do I care about the goddamn pigs? Not gonna take a few minutes!" And then he's swinging in through the window, all but challenging the kid to slide in after him. Free stuff or a good fight... it's a tough choice. But not that tough, if the fact is any indication that as soon as he's in the dark apartment he immediately positions himself to launch an attack if the kid follows him in.
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He doesn't stop picking the lock at the window when he hears company, and doesn't even bother to look up. The guy -- the kid, he corrects himself -- gets a brief glance, but not much else. It's not the big guy in the cape, the one he's heard about here and there. And if it's not him, Jan doesn't care.
"Fuck off, Panties. I got here first." He give an annoyed little growl as the pick slips and his work's undone. Damn. Should really just break the fucking glass and be done with it.
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He rolls his eyes behind the mask and doesn't fold his arms on his chest. He used to do it more when he got annoyed or bored, but he's been told (and shown) how unwise that is on the streets, where every situation is unstable.
"C'mon, I'm in a good mood. Scram and it won't get ugly." Batman would never be that patient and Dick wonders if he should start doing things more like Batman would or not. If so, he would already have jumped down and landed with a foot into the man's face at this point.
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"Okay, see, how about you scram -- " He punctuates the words with a fist slamming casually through the window (no need to bother with tools when all glass-cuts will just heal anyway!). "And I make off with all this old hag's shit. That way I don't gotta kick your ass."
He aims an almost cheerful grin up at him, even as he starts pulling handfuls of broken glass out of the frame. "Or, hey, stick around if you really want! Might be a good after party."
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At least it gives him a minimum of information: the man is strong enough to punch through glass without wincing and does not care about splitting his hand in the process. Pain can't bother him that much. Basically, the man is crazier than most, but probably not nearly as crazy as some criminals Dick as met before.
Dick doesn't wait for the alarm system to go on before jumping from the roof to land a kick in the man's face -- he doesn't think he broke his nose. He then catches his balance easily, grabbing onto the fire escape. He looks thoroughly unimpressed. "And now the police's gonna be here in a few minutes. Good job."
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The grin's back again in seconds, twisting and toothy. The night's officially a little more interesting.
"What the fuck do I care about the goddamn pigs? Not gonna take a few minutes!" And then he's swinging in through the window, all but challenging the kid to slide in after him. Free stuff or a good fight... it's a tough choice. But not that tough, if the fact is any indication that as soon as he's in the dark apartment he immediately positions himself to launch an attack if the kid follows him in.
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