"You know I'm conversant in three dialects of French, right," he said conversationally, nudging Wally in the arm.
"I was aware, yeah. Which is three more than I can do, if it makes you feel better."
"It doesn't, but thanks for trying." He pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd needed both Omi's given break and the pause to assert his own linguistic prowess in order to get decently sure of his translation.
He understood kill, and no, I'm not sinking to your level. He tried to distance himself from the feeling that he could have, if it wasn't for Bruce. He had been angry enough, back then.
He understood "no trial, no law" fairly well. He could guess at that.
It was a bit of a constraint, the lack of noble options. He wasn't killing anyone and he wasn't a kidnapper. Some kind of deal was not outside the realm of possibility, however. Even his family's murderers had been offered a plea deal.
He started walking, and Wally, throwing the assassin roughly over his shoulder, followed.
"Anything you say," he said, his Japanese slow and formal, "I can say, too. You have... um, comrades. The Justice League can arrest them on my word. We have a treaty with the United Nations. We can arrest--" God, how do I say this? He switched to English, "with justification."
"We need psychic translation," Wally interjected, picking up speed.
"Almost there," Robin agreed. Back to Japanese: "No good for court, but the League will believe me if I say--" He tapped his forehead, and pointed back to Omi. "That's enough to buy time for the League to investigate further."
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"You know I'm conversant in three dialects of French, right," he said conversationally, nudging Wally in the arm.
"I was aware, yeah. Which is three more than I can do, if it makes you feel better."
"It doesn't, but thanks for trying." He pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd needed both Omi's given break and the pause to assert his own linguistic prowess in order to get decently sure of his translation.
He understood kill, and no, I'm not sinking to your level. He tried to distance himself from the feeling that he could have, if it wasn't for Bruce. He had been angry enough, back then.
He understood "no trial, no law" fairly well. He could guess at that.
It was a bit of a constraint, the lack of noble options. He wasn't killing anyone and he wasn't a kidnapper. Some kind of deal was not outside the realm of possibility, however. Even his family's murderers had been offered a plea deal.
He started walking, and Wally, throwing the assassin roughly over his shoulder, followed.
"Anything you say," he said, his Japanese slow and formal, "I can say, too. You have... um, comrades. The Justice League can arrest them on my word. We have a treaty with the United Nations. We can arrest--" God, how do I say this? He switched to English, "with justification."
"We need psychic translation," Wally interjected, picking up speed.
"Almost there," Robin agreed. Back to Japanese: "No good for court, but the League will believe me if I say--" He tapped his forehead, and pointed back to Omi. "That's enough to buy time for the League to investigate further."