shadow of hell || a dc/jason todd oc

― 08 | reinforcements.

A pub. That's where Steve took them. Even Roni thought twice before stepping inside to the building that smelled horrifying and was loud of yelling voices. Steve quickly leaned against the wall where a Moroccan man was sat, talking to a group of people.

"But seriously, which prince?" Steve asked the man who seemed frustrated by his appearance. Roni folded her arms together and smiled. "Care to talk for a minute?"

"I've been racing those peacocks all night and you've–" The man started but cut himself off when he lay eyes on Diana. "Oh my goodness gracious... that's a work of art."

"Ain't she?" Roni commented sarcastically and overly smiled at Diana who only shook her head and smiled back softly.

"Sameer, Diana and Roni. Diana and Roni, Sameer."

Sameer tried to hug while simultaneously kiss Diana on the cheek, but she gently pushed him away. Roni snorted and then laughed when Diana kicked her ankle. Steve then proceeded to explain that Sameer was a conman who's a top undercover man.

"He doesn't look that impresive to me." Diana judged too quickly. Before Roni knew it, the two were talking in different languages and Diana ended up talking in ancient greek which put a sharp knife to Roni's chest. She hadn't heard the language in so long and it only brought back memories she wanted to return to. Without realizing it, her eyes teared up and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice when a guy flew past them and landed on the floor.

Unlike Diana and Steve, Sameer frowned and carefully wiped away her tears. Roni instinctively grabbed his wrist and swallowed a lump in her throat. Then she let go off him and apologized.

"No, pardon me, Roni. Are you alright?" He asked and she sighed.

"I'm fine. Just missing home, that's all." She shook it off and turned her attention to the man who was previously on the floor.

"You fight without honor?" Diana asked him.

"Who gets paid for honor?" He retorted.

"So what's the job, boss?" Sameer asked as they all sat down. Roni sat beside Sameer and rubbed her aching temples with her fingers. She hadn't realized how much she missed Melaina and her simple, greek life until now. She hadn't let herself think about it.

Steve tried to sugarcoat the fact that there was no money involved in the job and when Sameer ironically stated that all he needed was a photograph of Diana's face, she revealed that she and Roni were coming with them. The man, whose name was Charlie, frowned at them and let out a chuckle.

"Are you joking right now? There's no way–"

"Here's the little thief now!" A voice interrupted. A man was about to severely hurt Charlie but Diana grabbed his wrist, cocked her head sideways and tossed him across the room as if he weighted nothing.

"I am both frightened and aroused." Sameer frowned with his lips. Sir Patrick then appeared with a basket case of money and they all started to stand up.

"No, no! Gentlemen, sit. Ms. Prince, Knightley, sit. I assume you are here planning something that's going to get you either court martial or killed." Patrick opened, looking at Steve.

"And I assume you're here to stop us?" Steve sighed in defeat.

"No, not at all." Patrick shook his head.

"Then why are you here?" Roni questioned and folded her arms together against the wooden table.

"I was a younger man once. And had I been in better health, I like to think that I might do the same. It's very very honorable thing you're doing. Therefore... I am here to help. Unofficially, of course." He explained and slightly opened the briefcase to display money.