Rocket Red Landing

Summary:
November 2, 2014: Robin visits Oracle with the device provided by Agent May and Rocket Red 'drops' in.

Clocktower - Gotham

A locally famous landmark, the Gotham Clock Tower is located in the Central Business District. Tours haven't run in years, though, since the building was bought out by a group of bird-lovers known as the Nightingale Society. Still, it's a well-known part of the Downtown skyline. From the outside it looks unused, but the clock is clearly maintained as it still runs on time, and now and again people can be seen coming and going. The bottom floor looks mostly disused, with a long hallway ending in a bookshelf full of coffee table books about birds. To either side of the hall are sparsely furnished rooms. The walls show illustrations of local Gotham feathery sorts, and charts on bird migrations. Cabinets store various bits of bird-watching equipment.

The doors to the stairs require a key card to access, probably to deter vandalism. The upper floors are only accessible by a secret elevator. The doorways to access it them the stairs have been bricked over and drywalled. On the living quarters floor, each door requires a keycard and voice recognition, except for the door to the training facility at the end of the hall, which requires palm, optical, and voice recognition. The top floor, however, is the most secure of all.

The pale glow of the four massive translucent clock-faces dominate the four compass points of the lair, casting everything in a warm light by night, and cool light by day. the natural brick walls of the buildings exterior are left visible on one wall while the others are painted a pristine white. The ceilings have recessed and track lighting, and the floors are smooth pale wood. There is a lounge area and even a kitchen, as well as other facilities here. The insulation around the top floor is meant to keep scanners and eavesdropping equipment from being able to image what's inside.

Mainframes and back-up generators line most of the walls in rooms of clear glass kept from overheating with with high-tech coolant systems. In front of one clock face is an enormous computer system laid out on a long, custom desk, lower than average, just the right height for Oracle's wheelchair. There is a command chair for use when needed, which slides on rails along the length of the desk. A huge bank of monitors are arrayed in a horseshoe shape around the desk, with the ability to form one large picture or individual smaller ones.


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It's early in the evening, but Robin is already fully outfitted and sitting at Bab's table in the clock tower. His fingers tap lightly against the table's surface and Tim is more than thankful to be sitting down thanks to recent events. Slowly he pushes the tranquilizer canister across the table. "I hope it works on him," there's an edge of bitterness in Tim's voice. "I swear I wasn't sloppy. I swear it. I was fast, calculating, and used some of my best stuff on him. And I'm bloody good with my bo staff."

Conversation around that night has been common for Robin these days. His focus on finding and defeating Bane since their encounter has been unceasing. His ability to do so? Unchanged. "I probably have to talk to Bruce about him, don't I?" With a heavier sigh, his head ticks to the side, "I suppose I can get on that. You know how well our last chat went."

His throat clears and he runs his palm over his cheek again while his eyes track back towards the monitors. "Also," his eyebrows draw together. "Uh. Steph quit being Spoiler." There's a long pause. "And we may have broken up." He inhales a deep breath and then pushes himself off the chair. And then, despite not being asked, and not really giving time for it to be asked, Tim stands from the chair and treads towards the monitors while stating too-coldly, "I'm fine though. Whatever. Just another person in a long line who doesn't trust me."

***

Babs has moved her wheelchair to the table where Robin was sitting and takes the cannister. "I really want to analyse this Robin… Wonder if Agent May would provide a second one." Holding the cannister she inspects it from all angles. "Can I hold onto for a couple of days?" Babs lifts her eyes to the Boy Wonder and frowns. "No one thinks any differently Robin… We, and I mean we, are just going to have to be smarter with this guy." Pausing again to regard him carefully, Babs continues "Yes, we need to speak to Bruce. The message you got given was directed to him." And then Robin spills about Spoiler and Babs sighs deeply. "Tell me what happened."

As is usual, when Babs is not in the monitoring room, her tablet is on the table beside her and any alerts will appear on it. A quick glance at the tablet reveals that all is as it should be at the moment.

***

A red and white object rockets through the sky at supersonic speeds, a trail of smoke rolling off behind it. There's no registered flight in his path, and no radar presence, but it is headed on a collision course with the clock tower.

Dmitri's trying his best to keep calm and focused, if he loses his focus then the whole suit falls apart, and he's not about to go like this. His most recent battle has left his suit batter dinged, and spiraling. Despite having full control of the systems he still can't manage to do much to slow his crash, as he slams right into the side of a large clock tower.

***

Staring at the monitor, Tim's eyes narrow. "She slapped me. Saw the Harley film. Accused me of dating you," he says flatly, "and wouldn't listen to the truth. It's so infuriating," although rather than infuriated, he sounds oddly defeated. "I'm not a cheater. And I'm not into clowns. Honestly, the freak me out." Of course, that could be from years of pursuing The Joker and Harley Quinn. He holds up his palms defensively, "And, no offence, Babs, but you're like a sister. Which," he cringes, "I'm not — "

The vibrations from the crash catch the standing-Robin off-guard. "Is it Batman again?" Tim virtually hisses as he treads towards one of the monitors. "Or is this one not a drill — "

***

"Spoiler is…. " Babs sighs "Spoiler. And no offence taken Robin…" her eyes laughing "You're a little young for me… That girl though" and she shakes her head just as the Clocktower shudders from the impact. Snapping her eyes to the tablet, Babs hisses herself. "This isn't a drill Robin. Somethings hit the Tower. And…." frowing at the tablet "It's messing with the electronics…. " Without missing a beat, Babs is already moving back to her monitoring room. "Let's see what we can find… can you identify which side it hit, we'll probably need a visual given this" waving her hand at her screens, they're glitching and rolling and the images are not clear.

Assuming Robin is on the move, Babs becomes engrossed in trying to reclaim her systems and identify the cause of interference.

***

Coming up to a shaky stand Dmitri tries to regain his focus. It's been a long time since he's had this sort of incident. Scraps of armor are strewn about mangled and ruined, and yet the man himself is mostly unharmed the suit having absorbed the brunt of the impact. Holding up a single hand he Dmitri summons back his helmet, so that he can at least hide his identity.

***

Babs comment about it not being a drill has the weakened Robin springing into action. His fingers are already at his utility belt as he rather forcibly, and not with his usual lithe presence, jogs towards the door and down the stairs. "Comlink on," he states quickly with just a hint of strain, ensuring Oracle knows he's linked in already. His fingers grasp the small metal cylinder at his hip and he tugs the collapsed bo staff hard, freeing it from its spot.

Over the link, Oracle can hear Tim's breath hitch in his throat, and Robin slides down to sit on one of the steps for a few beats. Inside his suit, his heart pounds, his pulse races, and his breathing becomes raspy. "Oh come on brain," he mutters quietly to himself.

And then, panic attack or not, he pushes himself to a stand and shakes his head. He can do this. He has to do this.

He sniffs and treads down the rest of the steps and through each of the security measures in place. "What am I facing?" he rasps through the link as he steps out of the tower and gives the staff a good shake, bringing it to its full length.

***

There are a number of electronic protection countermeasures installed in the Clocktower and Oracle is activating them as quickly as she can. Slowly, some of the systems stabilise, giving her good comms with Robin and a street view through a video feed. "I've got some of the systems stabilised. It appears to be a person, potentially male, in Red and White armour most of which is scattered on the ground. I suspect that this is the cause of the interference as well." Providing Robin with the exact location of the intruder, Oracle continues to reclaim her systems.

***

On the video the Rocket Red can be seen holding up both of his arms. In a single moment the loose pieces fly back to his person the camera feed still sputtering about. It takes a good deal of focus but he's able to rather quickly reassemble the badly damaged armor. Lights flicker on and off, as he stumbles slightly the crash having knocked him out of sorts, as someone comes closer, presumably Robin.

***

"Good," Robin murmurs back, forcing himself to straighten underneath his kevlar suit. He curses quietly and then shoots back, "Uh. Sorry about that," to the comlink. It wasn't towards Babs. The bo staff his brought above his head and then drawn between his shoulders, seemingly stretching them out, and, quite possibly giving himself some extra stability for the time being.

He takes a few very confident steps towards Rocket Red,and then, with all the bravado he can muster, he ticks his head towards the clock tower. "Who are you and why did you attack the clock tower?" Behind his lenses, his eyes train on the figure.

***

Oracle picks up on Robins hesitation "You're doing fine, Robin. I'm working to get my systems online. It's that one you're talking to that's causing the issue." The systems are running as best they can at this point.

***

"Hokey smokes" Rocket Red states in a very robotic voice looking back over towards the rather large hole in the side of the tower that he'd made himself. As he runs his hands back over the length of his suit leaving behind perfectly smoothed over metal. When he turns back to fully face robin the bright red hammer, sickle and number 4 plain as day on his chest. "Do you need my reregistration license?"

***

"Let me know when everything is back up," Robin deadpans back through the comlink in order to maintain that level of confidence he's trying so desperately to emit. He blinks hard and then reiterates the questions he'd just posed. "Maybe I didn't speak clearly the first time," he offers in that same deadpan tone. "Who are you and why did you attack the clock tower?"

***

Oracles systems finally settle. "It's definitely him Robin. He's the cause of the disruption. Systems online, initiating search." Entering commands into her console, a window appears on the screen infront of her and search for this character starts running. Oracle has seen the way the armour has been repaired through the video feeds … "Robin, I'm assuming you saw the way the armour repaired itself…" No need to caution the Boy Wonder.

***

Kneeling down rocket smooths back together the armor on each leg. "Sorry for" He tries to look for the words, before motioning back behind himself the other hand going down onto the foot of his metal boot. "That, was not intentional comrade," His voice doesn't sound human in the slightest closer to your standard issue computer voice, yet more friendly and kind. There's something about him that's just naturally disarming the sort of kindness that's difficult to fake. "Your systems should be fine, once I fix this," Dmitri doing his best to keep the fixes quick.

***

"I did," Robin confirms as he takes another step forward while attempting to maintain his credibility as someone formidable. Rocket's apology, however, removes some of the boldness dissipates. There's a faint nod from the Boy Wonder at the apology. He clears his throat and allows one end of the staff to drop to the ground. Tim uses the staff as a leaning device as he does so. "Alright," he begins, "So. You weren't attacking the clock tower?" There's a long pause, "Oracle, sounds like this may have been an accident — " But Tim isn't wholly letting his guard down. Not yet.

***

"Accident or not, something like that doesn't just crash into a building." The womans tone is dry as she says the words, but the tone will seem flat in Robins ear. "It's, or the equipment they are using, is either defective, or they don't know how to use it. I can't get a comms link to them, ask them if they can patch into this channel" and Oracle provides a channel to use.

***

Smoothing the rest of his armor back to normal Rocket extends his hand over towards Robin. "The name is Rocket Red" suddenly coming back over the coms. There's a moment of silence from him before the interference is completely gone. Rocket red stands tall, moving back over towards the wall to try and see about fixing it, though he promptly "I can try and fix the wall,"

***

"Agreed," Robin murmurs. With a faint sigh, he takes another step forward, "My friend, Oracle wants to speak to you. They can't get a comlink to you, but," there's a pause and Tim gives the fellow the information about the channel. "So. Tap into it and talk to them. And maybe everything can get sorted." He leans against the staff a little more, letting his guard down somewhat further. "Uh. Yeah. You should fix that. This is a historic site. Wall can't stay that way." Tim's eyebrows arch higher on his forehead.

***

"Greetings Rocket Red, I'm Oracle. Perhaps you could explain how you managed to crash into this building? Were you attacking it?" Oracle is pretty certain it… or he… wasn't. Some searches are being returned on the name and the armour but given that this character has tapped her comms already, she refrains from sharing it with Robin.

***

"All understandable comrade," RR assures taking a long look outside of what was at one point the side of the clock tower. He doesn't normally do this kind of thing, working with buildings, but this isn't just a building It's a clock tower. Rattling off for a bit Dmitri goes into all kinds of technical talk, about propulsion systems fuel mixtures and the like. All the while he's trying to psyche himself up for working on the side of a building. "I'll try not to let it happen again" a bit of a hearty laugh coming from the machine man.

***

Robin just shrugs as Red Rocket rattles off technical talk, prompting Robin to turn his gaze towards where he knows one of the cameras is. It's a simple enough gesture for Oracle, a silent indication that things actually seem okay. Even if one of her walls took a beating. Tim shifts his weight away from the staff and he collapses it back into a cylinder that he can attach back to his belt. "So. We good here?"

***

And even as the question is posed, Robin looks towards the camera again. "Uh. So. Assuming you're not assaulting the clock tower, I gotta run…" he takes a few steps towards his bike.

***

"Mmmmm," If Oracles voice was not digitally altered, she would sound unconvinced at Rocket Reds explanation. As Robin departs, Oracle adds "Acknowledged Robin, Thanks for the assist." and turns her attention back to Man Robot thing. "Before you fix the building, tell me about yourself Rocket Red… " Oracle wants to know more than the searches are showing.

***

"Well not much more to tell you then what's in my file," Rocket plants his feet hard into the ground, pulling back off the arms of his suit and sitting them on the ground beside himself. "Moscow born and raised, the fourth Rocket Red from my unit" Sending a file to the computer desktop mentally, Dmitri speaks more softly trying to look at the broken pieces of clock-face. "We can talk more when I fix this"

Falling quiet Rocket waves his hands in front of the hole, bits of clockwork beginning to float into the air around him. The lights begin to flicker, as the bits of clockwork, and metal twist and shape forming back together with the damaged computer parts he'd managed to grab from his surroundings. His concentration gets divided away from the his armor, causing his legs to lock in place the suit becoming a load of dead weight.

***

Watching Rocket Red work, Oracle reviews the results she's found. Certainly, his story matches up, but… she's a hacker and has done this before as well. Any of her assets stories would match up too. "I'll wait" is all she says as the Robot works on the repairs.

***

Lights begin to flicker more and more as he works the computers not already locked into place showing up various odd results. It's rather quick work, but also somewhat violent work as well, as parts tear themselves up, and reassemble in new configurations. The suit powers down completely, the rest of the lights on it going off as he pours all his focus into a single admittedly rather simple task. When the final piece falls back into place his arms fall down to his sides.

***

Tapping into one of the security cameras across the road from the building, Oracle watches the repair on the wall. When it appears to be complete, she asks "So, can you talk now?"

***

A quick motion of his hands, and the gloves come back on. The red and white clad metal figure leaning up against a wall in order to try and relax. Allowing his mind to wander somewhat able to remove his focus he can finally work on turning back on his life support systems, and allow the airflow to cool him back down. Taking in a deep breath of air, he offers a rather chipper sounding "If it means I'm not breaking the bank on trespassing charges, ask away,"

***

"When you crashed into the building, you seemed to upset the electronics in the area" Oracles voice filters through, not mentioning the extent to which her systems were affected. "Why is that?" The red head in the Clocktower sits back in her chair, tilting her head to the side as she asks the question.

***

Dmitri looks up and over towards the camera, from behind his bright yellow visor. "Well is not toddler's play to keep focused when slamming into a building," Taking in another solid breath of air. Rocket Red has a LOT of information out on him, and most of it seems to be in Russian, a soviet national hero in service for over fifty years. Though from the news clippings he's never really done much work in America. It's hard to fake this level of saturation, but not impossible. "It's not easy work even when I don't think I'm about to die,"

***

"As you say then" Oracle replies. "Thank you for the repairs. Are you able to proceed then, or do you require assistance." Oracle doesn't give any indication as to what her purpose is and why she is questioning this man. The searches are filtering in and any translations will be done later. Additionally, Oracle will reach out to her network to get more information on this person before seeking further contact.

***

Clutching at his chest for a bit as the life support systems come back to full effect Dmitri manages to push himself back off the wall. "I… I should be just fine…" He stumbles a slight bit before getting that kick as the medicine pumps into his system picking up the slack. "You treat your computers well," coming out of left field his speech synthesizer working overtime to try and compensate for the emotion. He's supposed to be a robot after all, as far as his cover would say.

***

Watching this strange Man Robot through the video feeds, Oracle's eyes narrow. However, if he won't ask for assistance she won't offer it again. "That's a strange statement. But yes, of course I treat my computers well."

***

"I could use some help finding the exit" Rocket manages to say coming back together, as he heads for the stairs that Robin left through. He's not really been inside of the Gotham clock tower before, but then again he's not really been in Gotham at all before… barring a few incidents.

***

Oracle feeds the exit path from the building to Rocket Red… "That's how to exit the building. Straight down those stairs and you're on the street. Do you need other directions?" Watching him move, Oracle shifts in her chair. "You have my comms channel, if you need further assistance, please call."

***

Rocket takes his time making it down back to street level, his heavy suit clanking with every step for part of the way getting progressively quieter the more he walks, as if having to get back into a certain state of mind. He's had the wind knocked out of him something fierce by the crash, and having to expel so much energy trying to repair something he's not used to working on has him about ready to fall over. He just about falls down the stairs, when he mentions, "Sorry again about the tower," getting down to street level having provided quite the task.

***

"You appear to be in need of assistance Rocket Red, but if you won't tell me what's wrong I can't help you." Oracle watches the antics remotely. He is not getting inside but she'll work out something particularly given that Robin has gone. "As to the tower, don't do it again and we'll be fine. As I said, thank you for the repairs."

***

"I just need-I just need to recharge" Dmitri giving a sort of half truth, before starting up his propulsion boots, which take longer then normal to activate given his condition.The metal man shooting off into the sky with a sudden crack like that of a whip going from a full stop to almost top speed in what amounts to the blink of an eye. He just about falls face first back into the ground again before managing to make a sort of recovery trying to fly off. "It'll take more then a building to put down The Rocket Red!" being his last broadcast as he does eventually manage to stabilize his flight path.


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