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Sure. What do you need?

I need to catch something falling from roughly the height of a ten story building, if not higher.

By 'something', do you mean a human being? Because a, I'd recommend extra safety gear as a precaution, and b, I need to know about the weight for the sake of gearing myself.

Yes, a human being. I'll keep the extra gear in mind.

( He's lying. )

He's about 100lbs, give or take 10lbs.

[Look, he's just trying to make sure nobody goes splat, okay?]

You know, as a responsible adult, I feel like I should probably ask why you and your friend are doing something that would involve falling off a building.

But as someone who was once a kid, I'm pretty sure you'd just lie your ass off about it anyway.

So, yeah, I can help.

( It's just Superboy. He'll heal. )

He's not falling.

( Specifically, Damian is going to push him. Without warning. )

Good. What kind of equipment will you be using?

I have a specially designed jetpack that I use to fly. I'll probably find a window about halfway down the building that I can use to take off, instead of starting from the ground. The wings aren't designed for prolonged flight carrying an additional adult human, but what you want is no problem.

[He has cybernetic wings that fold into his back, too - a more recent acquisition - but he'll stick to the jetpack for this, rather than risk injuring himself.]

He might be able to fly. That's what I plan to find out.

( But he's curious about this jetpack now. None of the bats have a jetpack. )

I want to see them.

...you're going to push him, aren't you?

[It's not hard to figure out.]

I'm gonna talk to a couple friends, see if I can get one of them to provide backup. Not that I can't do it, but just in case, I don't want your friend ending up as a pancake.

And, yeah, you can see 'em. Now a good time?

Yes. It wouldn't be the first time.

He's durable. ( Sometimes, at least. )

Yes. Where do you want to meet?

...yeah, I get the urge to push my durable friends off of high places too, I understand that.

[...life with Steve Rogers, everyone.]

I'm Sam, by the way.

[And he names one of the smaller parks in the city, closer to the edge of the Quarantine. More likely to be deserted this time of day.]

Have you actually done it?

( Some people deserve it. Jon and Steve are good examples. )

Damian.

( He knows where that place is. He's hopped through it a few times. )

I'll meet you there.

Not yet.

[And with that, Sam ends the conversation and dons the familiar jetpack. He doesn't bother with all the tactical gear - it's summer, after all, and that shit gets hot.

Sam's there within the allotted time frame, and he lands, looking around for Damian - not that he has any idea who he's looking for. Maybe he should've asked for a selfie. At least Damian shouldn't have any trouble locating him, since a guy with wings usually sticks out in a crowd - so he doesn't bother to fold them again just yet.]

( Damian arrived quickly, taking a moment to examine the area. He'd passed through once or twice, but this was the first time he'd ever bothered to stop and spend any real length of time here.

Sam would find him sitting, legs folded neatly under him and the dark cape spread around him in a wicked black and gold halo. He was certain the new arrival was Sam, given the wings, and he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully from behind the green domino. )

They're well designed. ( Damian offered in greeting as he moved easily to his feet and moved towards Sam. He kept a safe distance just out of Sam's wingspan and arm's length to continue examining them. ) Did you get them here or are they from home?

I'll tell Tony you said so.

[Sam looks amused as he pushes the goggles up on his forehead. Most people here tend to know at least one of the Tony Starks - well, okay, it's nearly always the first one who was here.

And- okay, wow, that kid is young. But he sounds like he knows what he's doing, and as weird as everything is, for all Sam knows, he could secretly be hundreds of years old.

Or maybe just precocious.]

Brought 'em with me. Tactical gear and weaponry, too.

Who is Tony?

( Damian glanced up with the question, studying the man's face without the goggles.

Tony Stark, whoever he might be, was a name unfamiliar to him. He made a note to himself that it was someone to look into if they were associated with the design of Sam's wings.

The look only lasted for a couple of seconds before he was back to examining the wings. The way he circled the other man was careful and critical, his mind slowly putting together questions and making observations to himself. )

Are you a soldier?

Tony Stark, an engineer from my world. Except there's three of 'em here.

[Unfortunately ~~no he's just kidding~~.]

Ex-pararescue. The wings were part of a military project originally, trying to get us into places you couldn't send a chopper. Mostly for search and rescue, but we did special ops in Afghanistan, too.

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he likes you, sam, you're hired

worst role model

mr worst role model, will you aid him when he pushes superboy off a building

...he's starting to think maybe he should have referred you to tony stark, actual worst role model

[ private text ] this is still a valid option tbh

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