Champion

 Ted Grant looks over the gym he founded and wonders when it all went gray? When did he stop having fun? Sometime after Ragnarok would be his guess. Zero Hour. Watching his best friends die. Or the last of his best friends. He looks in his hidden room at the portraits there and one by one he touches each, lingering on Hippolyta's for a moment. He looks at the JSA symbol on the round table and gives it a pat. "I so thought I'd figured it out: live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse. Man I screwed that up. All righty guys, I will see you soon." He closes the doors he exits onto the gym floor and takes a deep breath.



 The door sounds as a shadow looms. Perhaps accompanying it, but more likely a moment or two after, there are heavy boot steps the sort a pair of combat boots make as a massive individual enters. A mountain of a man in a trenchcoat and louchador's mask blocks the doorway. Seven feet of raw muscle, killer's hands decked in gloves with reinforced knuckles clutching just below the fur lining of his coat's collar as he heavily strides forth declaring in a voice that could be rumbling from the depths of the earth,"I see you are reminiscing on friends lost? Fear not. Someone desires to usher you along to visit them."



 With that, he removes the jacket, revealing bracers of some sort of metal with blemishes indicating use and a tight black muscle top. He is fully proportioned in the fashion of a true giant if the ripples of his legs beneath his black cargo pants are any indication. Likely any Asgardians would wonder at his heritage.



 Ted Grant looks his visitor over for a moment. He seems satisfied. He finally says, "I am Wildcat. I have fought alongside the best. I've beaten the Bat myself. I am looking for a good death ... I don't bear you any malice. You're one of the few people who is merciless but honorable to honor my request and I thank you for that. That witch Shiva said I could throw myself under a bus and not waster her time. Care for coffee before we start?"



 Bane is silent for a long moment, as if considering his words before replying,"No. I only drink water, but thank you. I see you know who I am, as well. There have been times recently that I have had to remind people of that. As for the Lady Shiva, she thinks overmuch of herself I agree. The best at what she does, and yet her nemesis maintains a humble public institution not ten minutes from where we stand relatively unmolested."



 The big man sets his jacket folded on a bench and strides over beside the ring. He inspects it with a grasp to a corner, shaking it mildly as if ensuring it would serve. Bane then confirms that,"This is adequate."



 Ted Grant gives a slight bow, keeping his eyes on Bane. Then he jumps into the ring barely touching the ropes. He gets into a fighting stance. He says with a smile, "I have had to remind people who I am and it is galling. People think history starts with them. I have a room here full of JSA memorabilia. It's worth a fortune to collectors. It's yours if you win. Have you anything to put against it?"



 Bane strains the rope of the ring as he climbs up in it himself, evidencing his extreme heavy weight for a physically fit man. He replies to this,"If you defeat me...hmm. A curious proposition. I don't usually do wagers. However. I do happen to have a few keepsakes of my own, albeit not so many as yourself. I have the mask I tore off of Batman when I broke his back, and the belt I took off of one Judomaster when I did the same to him. I will add these bracers I am wearing to the deal. They are constructed of promethium."



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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> The blows hurt, despite the padding in his cowl. Ted has gotten hurt before. Sometimes you just have to outlast the big guys and take your hits. He throws the mask back to reveal swollen eyes and a bloody brow. He shakes blood out of his eyes as he slams a foot onto Bane's throat. Ted bears down with all his weight. Not on the larynx which would end any man, no matter how large but on the jugular vein. He's smiling without mirth now. He's hurting. His back, his ribs. Every blow Bane landed is a bill that's come due. He looks down and says simply, "I'm a fighter. Killer is too specific." That damned phone is still ringing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Bane's dark eyes are fearless as he refuses to back down, even under the foot on his throat. He grasps at the ankle of that throat with the same strength that once shattered the Joker's wrist, fortunately Ted's ankle is likely considerably tougher than the laughing man's wrist as he endeavors to remove that foot before...he gasps and rolls to his back with a thud.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted Grant lets his breath out with a puff. Blood sprays. He slumps a moment and then stands impossibly straight and despite the pain he raises his fists above his head and walks around the ring. Voices are gone for now. Maybe for good. He doesn't even notice Red Robin as he slips between the rope and into his Cat's Post to return a moment later with what looks like a clothing box, and some smelling salts.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted snaps the capsule under the giant's nose and gets ready to jump back. "Bane, wake up. This is not over," the old boxer says.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Carrie Kelley glares daggers at Ted as he walks around focused on the task at hand. She'd seen such behavior before well enough to know he was pushing himself to stay focused too. That, or maybe he thought her to be another one of the ghosts around. Either way... Her gaze flits over the passed out Bane while Ted gets the smelling salts. With a quiet grunt she stalks over to slam her helmet down on the edge of the ring before grabbing the rope and swinging herself up and over into it. "Sit your ass down, Ted," she commands as she moves to take her medkit off her hip while crouching. "I'm not going to ask what was going on." No, she was just going to fix it. "Glad you remembered we're not killers," she adds giving him a LOOK. Hell she was about to help him patch up Bane of all people.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> The big man sits up under his own strength. His voice wasn't nearly as deep as it had been earlier, but then he just had a boot on his throat. He endeavors to clear it with a hand rubbing his bulldog neck. Likely the sheer thickness of it saved him as much as anything.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Carrie Kelley snorts faintly at the pair and Ted's proclamations. "I'm not going to stop him. He's here with you... I can figure out the rest. Boss is a detective, after all," she points out. Sure there were still a lot of unanswered questions, but... She waits to the side still staring with a scowl at the pair. "I know how, Mr. Grant." If they were being formal, she would be formal, too. It was too late to try and hide that she knew Ted after all. She flips open her medkit running a gloved finger over the contents as if deciding. "Looks like stitches might be needed, too."

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted Grant wipes some blood from his eyes. Then he gets Bane his water. "You should stop killing people. It doesn't solve anything. I mean in the long run. Obviously the guy you kill is no longer a factor. Here's your drink. Thanks for helping me get right. You better go. Bats travel in swarms I've learned."

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Bane takes his water with a nod to Ted and Carrie. He won't reply to the attempt at advice, but he would collect his trench on the way out. Donning his trench and pocketing his mask, Bane declines lingering in favor of discretion. When you cut as large a profile as his, it's difficult not to be noticed after all.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted Grant lets a deep breath out. He turns to Red Robin and kneels before her he tries to take her hands if she'll let him. "Sweetie, we got to talk ... I haven't been right a long time and ... I know you guys have been looking out for 'Uncle Ted'. That can stop. I love you for it but that has to stop. I've been playing a clown for a while because I figured I was outclassed and I might as well give some laughs and I've been living in the past. That's going to stop too. I ... laid a lot of ghosts to rest tonight."

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted looks a little embarrassed as he says, "Maybe we can ... share the name if you still want it? I mean there was two Flashes, Lanterns, a shit ton of Robins …"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Carrie Kelley allows him to take hold of her hands while watching him with concern evident in her features. Even as he speaks she searches his face for signs of being unwell, or injured, or... Or just being a big dummy apparently. A breath is let out as she leans forward to bump her forehead against his. It was an odd gesture she'd picked up in her time, but one she always felt was a bit comforting. Kind of like a cat headbutting... Oh. Well that explains it. "Ted, I'm not in any rush to take on a new mask. I'm still trying to figure out who the hell I want to be in this world." Standing up straight again she flashes him a smile. "We can work things out, yeah? Just talk to me about things. ... I'm kept in the dark way too much."

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted says, “Well, you got the Bat and 'Wing that excel at that shit. That's the guy you should worry about. He keeps everything bottled up and one day he might go nuts and ... oh wait." He chuckles a little. "Now, seriously ... put my nose straight."”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Carrie Kelley sighs a bit at that. She plants a hand on Ted's shoulder as if she intended to look him straight in the eye, which she does. "Ted, there's something you should know. You see, I-" It's here, when she has his attention fixed on her, that her other hand comes up to catch hold of his nose giving it a crack back into place. Of course she'd set bones before, even noses, and she knew distraction was usually a good tactic. "I'm still pissed at you pulling this stunt but I'm glad you're okay. And The Boss has his heirs, I can do what I want."

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Ted Grant lets his breath out slowly. He sniffs a little. "I never got my nose broken in all this time. I guess I owed Bane that. Listen. I don't want you lying to your boss about nothing. You can tell him whatever you want. Not like he hasn't let a certain jewel thief go walking. So ... after you tape my ribs, do you want to go hit a diner? Night's young."

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:"HelveticaNeue";color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);"> Carrie Kelley offers up a bit of a smile at Ted's suggestion. "... Yeah, I could eat," she agrees with a nod as she fishes into her medkit. "Want any pain killers?" She halfway knew the answer to that, but it's not like her to not offer anyway. "Let's get you patched up."

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<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:"HelveticaNeue";font-size:11px;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Ted says, “Aspirin.”