Talking with Sam.

[runningred]

Jay's workshop is technically nothing more than a canvas walled off section of the garage with a large RV as one corner. In it are several full sized bikes and a half dozen kids bikes; half stripped and clearly being rebuilt. There are four white (well, mostly white, some paint splattering) robots tucked in a corner. Benches line the walls with tool chests between them.

"Welcome to my space. There's a bar fridge under the bench there. Grab a brew if you want one."

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[runningred]

Jay doesn't smile. "I'm not sure I feel guilty for the kills. Whatever the League's overall game plan, the guys I was sent after improved the world by their removal. Dealers who targeted children, corrupt politicians selling arms under the table, that sort of thing. Like I said, Talia knew what I was good for and pointed me that direction."

"But people have been caught in the cross-fire because of me, because of the choices I've made. And I help their families, as best I can." He toys the African beaded bracelet around his wrist in an unconsciously repentant gesture, like someone fingering rosary.

He shrugs then. "The family didn't find out it was me till recently. Up until about six months ago, they thought I was still dead."

[notapilot]

Sam takes another bite of his food as Jay talks and he listens. As Jay speaks, Sam decides to just get Jay's story for now. He's pretty sure Jay just needs to talk; advice can come later.

"Aside from the fight, how did that go? The reunion I mean?"

[runningred]

Jay shrugs, hiding a slight smile. "It had it's moments. I got to spend time with Alfred - my mentor's butler and the closest thing I have to real family. B was surprisingly contrite afterwards. He actually came to the airport to see me off." Not that that conversation went much better. "And I met the kid trained to take my place after I died. He's..." Jay trails off, biting his lip. There's something there, something he's still getting a handle on. But there's a degree of fondness...