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Prompt: Nagi saves the day.
He bought a new phone two blocks later and hoped he'd done the right thing. It was easier being the bad guy. Then you didn't give a shit what happened next. He spent the walk back putting his contacts back in, then took a nap back at the apartment. It was smaller than the one he'd shared with the others, but somehow it felt even emptier than it had been when he'd been alone there. Maybe because he knew no one was coming back.
His phone rang two hours after he got back.
He picked it up expecting Crawford. He hadn't bothered texting anyone his new number yet, but Crawford would know. "Yes?"
"Nice work," said a voice that wasn't Crawford's. "You'll be happy to know they've got their passports back, and they'll be going home soon. We gave them a little spending money. It's not enough to make up for what they went through, but at least they won't starve."
Nagi's brain fought desperately to catch up. Finally, the picture formed in his mind. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Short shots. "Weiss," he said. They'd been connected to the government; they could have patched together surveillance photos, traced his purchases.
"Not any more," he said. "But I'm wondering if you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed what?"
"Saving the day."
"It's complicated."
"If you worked for me, it'd be a lot less complicated."
"You've got to be kidding me."
The tone in Tsukiyono's voice was nothing like what Nagi remembered of Bombay. "You think I went to this trouble for a joke?"
Twenty women and a kid. Going back home. "I'll think about it," he said.
"Call this number back when you've made your decision," Tsukiyono said. "It goes directly to me."
"Understood," he said, and hung up.
He wondered if anyone ever offered Batman a job. Probably not. But fuck it, Batman had all that money. A house. A Batcave.
Maybe working for Bombay would come with a Batcave.
He put the phone down and went back to sleep.
If he dreamt of Bruce Wayne, he never admitted it.
He bought a new phone two blocks later and hoped he'd done the right thing. It was easier being the bad guy. Then you didn't give a shit what happened next. He spent the walk back putting his contacts back in, then took a nap back at the apartment. It was smaller than the one he'd shared with the others, but somehow it felt even emptier than it had been when he'd been alone there. Maybe because he knew no one was coming back.
His phone rang two hours after he got back.
He picked it up expecting Crawford. He hadn't bothered texting anyone his new number yet, but Crawford would know. "Yes?"
"Nice work," said a voice that wasn't Crawford's. "You'll be happy to know they've got their passports back, and they'll be going home soon. We gave them a little spending money. It's not enough to make up for what they went through, but at least they won't starve."
Nagi's brain fought desperately to catch up. Finally, the picture formed in his mind. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Short shots. "Weiss," he said. They'd been connected to the government; they could have patched together surveillance photos, traced his purchases.
"Not any more," he said. "But I'm wondering if you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed what?"
"Saving the day."
"It's complicated."
"If you worked for me, it'd be a lot less complicated."
"You've got to be kidding me."
The tone in Tsukiyono's voice was nothing like what Nagi remembered of Bombay. "You think I went to this trouble for a joke?"
Twenty women and a kid. Going back home. "I'll think about it," he said.
"Call this number back when you've made your decision," Tsukiyono said. "It goes directly to me."
"Understood," he said, and hung up.
He wondered if anyone ever offered Batman a job. Probably not. But fuck it, Batman had all that money. A house. A Batcave.
Maybe working for Bombay would come with a Batcave.
He put the phone down and went back to sleep.
If he dreamt of Bruce Wayne, he never admitted it.