>>6287194>>6287228>>6287385"Wouldn't THEY like to know." Questions says as he pointedly turns his face to the night sky.
You shake your head and scoff.
"I missed ya, pal." You mumble.
His head swivels down to you for a moment before looking back up again.
"I'll be leaving soon. Gotham, I mean."
"What?"
"I have nothing keeping me here. I needed to..." He trails off. "I wanted to get better. I believe I have. No small part thanks to you, Detective."
"Yeah me and H-" A speedy glance stops you and you sigh. "Me and HER. What's her plan? Sticking around?"
"She wants to come with me." He says almost wistfully. "I don't hate the idea."
You raise an eyebrow and give him your best Hawthorne glare.
"...it's not offensive."
You maintain.
"I'm glad." He states flatly, but you can see the way his shoulders relax. First time admitting it, even to himself. "You've only grown more astute since we've met, a result of police work or your growing experience with your abilities?"
"Column A, Column B." You say with a shrug. "You've gotten a lot less... stiff. Still crazy as a two dollar bill."
"What's truly crazy is the reason such a piece of currency was ever made in the first place... it all starts with Utah-"
His new speech is cut short by the distant rumble of a powerful engine. You both freeze in place as the sound grows louder. Cresting over a low hill you see a heavy vehicle, a shadow between shadows despite it's long frame, if it wasn't for the rumbling you could easily miss it.
"Detective, I believe that's our ride." Question says digging into his coat pocket and producing a small disk. "I need a favor."
"What is that?" You ask in a hushed shout. "Are you serious!?"
"Just a little insurance, Detective. I don't make a habit of going to secondary locations without someone being able to locate me." He pauses for a moment and you don't see it, but you feel it in your own skin. He shudders. A bad memory. A burning pain in your temples. You blink away the pain as he speaks up again, quieter. "I'd like it if you wouldn't use your abilities on me, Detective."
"What? How-"
"I can see it in your face. In your eyes. Maybe it would be more appealing to you if I propositioned it as revenge? He did it you, let's return the favor."
"Q, I don't.." You're cut off as the rumbling grows, the vehicle almost here.
"Just draw his attention away from me for a moment, I'll plant it quickly and then we can carry on with peace of mind."
You open your mouth but the engine drowns out any sound you could potentially make. As the car comes to a stop Question gives you a subtle nod.
>Distract Nightwing so Question can plant the bug.>Grab Question and hold him next to you, don't let him step away.>Let Nightwing know about the tracker.>Write-In 