operation: oh, yeah, it totally happened

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WHO: Jack Harkness, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and open options coming
WHAT: the three watch news of the riot be suppressed, and do something about it
WHEN: daycycle 127 & 128
WHERE: the clubhouse, the Teela show, other places

Jack watches, waits, expecting to see something about the riot. Nothing comes. So he continues to wait. He asks around, vague enough to keep himself off the radar. He hopes. No one is talking about it. Not really. He waits through two days of nothing, and then he reaches out. To Clint and Natasha. Which... all right, they could blow him off, they have no reason not to. They don't, though. They meet with him, listen to his idea, and are actually game. Which is one of the best silver linings Jack's had in a while.

They work out a rough plan, take the next day to perfect it, and then it's go time. Ready or not, they need to move. Every day that passes, the riot gets closer to being something no one will care about, the violence against them gets closer to being something no one will care about.

It's a pretty solid plan, he thinks. Well, it's the best they can come up with, and it might actually work.

OPEN OPTION

On Daycycle 128, Jack is to the hospital after he collapses during the interview with Clint and Natasha. When his doctors insist on knowing what's happened to him, he will begrudgingly admit that the injuries he sustained during the riot turned out to be more than he could handle and he was too embarrassed to seek treatment. His doctors patch him up, and he's sure that some version of his story is being relayed to Friend Computer. He just hopes he's thought of every angle, that it holds water, and that he'll be able to keep CLint and Natasha from getting into trouble if it doesn't.

From about 1400 on, he's given a positive prognosis and cleared to be able to receive visitors. Given that most of the Specials have no idea that he did this all to himself, he's prepared to field some concerned friends and already thinking of ways to assure them that he's all right. Morgana in particular. Part of him wishes he could have told her, but a much larger part knows she's safer not knowing. He still hates to do it to her. She deserves a better friend than him. Clint and Natasha may stop by. It was supposed to be a surprise to them, too, after all.

[[OOC: If you have any questions about what went down, as it's still being written out, feel free to ask them here and I will get right on that. Also, if your character would come to visit Jack, please let me know what time they would get there so I can figure out the timeline. Thanks!]]

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“Too many things can go wrong with kidneys - do you still have a spleen, or an appendix? The medical team here can probably fix anything wrong, but I’d rather not risk it if we can help it.” This is going to be a delicate job, and Clint’s taking a long moment to study the bruises on Jack’s back, the direction they’re angled, the depth they reached. “You’re really lucky you didn’t crack the tenth thoracic vertebra, you know that? One of those assholes may’ve hit your pancreas, too. Hope you made them pay.”

Nodding at Jack’s suggestion about locations and degree of injury, Clint starts to raise the baton for the first hit - before he’s interrupted by Jack’s question. There’s a moment of quiet as Clint process that rather odd question before just going for the blunt answer. “No. Look, you’re doing it for all of us here, right? You’re trying to keep everyone safe. If you get hurt, you get hurt, and if getting hurt means that things’re better for someone else, you’ll do it. Right? It’s better to get me to do it than someone who’s not used to this kind of thing. Long as it’s not some kind of fetish thing, it’s no problem. Ready?”

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Jack chuckles and turns back around, bracing one arm on the wall. “Oh, no, that involves a lot more leather. Maybe a ball gag. Definitely more time than we have now.” He’s not sure if Clint intentionally gave him the opening to take a poke at him, but if he did, it’s sweet. Most people would be pretty nervous about this. It’s a natural response. Most people have a life they can actually lose. Jack is not nervous. Pain and death are familiar, and have lost their sting. “We can talk additional hits when we’ve covered the bruises I do have. A lot depends on how much more I can take.” Not because he thinks there’s a limit, but people like to hear that. Though, Clint might be special in that regard, too. Jack supposes he’ll find out.

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That opening definitely wasn’t intentional as Jack would likely figure out by Clint raising his off hand to smack his forehead. He should’ve guessed, he really should have. But too late now, and anyway it doesn’t matter. Maybe he should be nervous about this, but Clint’s been an agent too long to not recognize the benefits that a little playing to expectations brings with it. If people underestimate the Specials - or just have the wrong view of them entirely, given how many of them have some form of martial training or military-type history - it’s all for the best. Distract them, throw them off the scent.

“All right, brace up.” Because he’s not going to be pulling his swings too much. Hopefully Jack will grab onto something, because Clint doesn’t hesitate to bring his baton in in a fast arc to hit the first of the bruises, with the exact angle and direction the faded pattern reveals to him. He doesn’t leave much time between hits either, since it often hurts more (or at least feels like it does) if the pain fades away before getting started again, rather than just blurring into one whole. He resets his feet, angles his hand a different direction, and swings for the next bruise.

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Jack grits his teeth as the first blow hits, plants his other hand against the wall, too. The second blow has him cursing, as does the third. “Not yelling at you,” he bites out. “Just-- Son of a bitch.” He laughs darkly and shakes his head. “You’re too fucking good with that.”

It’s necessary, and he’s not going to blame Clint. He’s just doing what Jack asked him to. Doesn’t mean he’s not going to get called some nasty names in the process, because there’s no one else to direct the anger at, and he hates that this is something he feels like he needs to do.