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Jotaro skimmed through the file one more time. When interrogating someone in his line of work, it was especially important to have a good idea of who you were dealing with. He’d learned that the hard way.
Jotaro, known by his associates and the global population as Star Platinum, had been working with the Speedwagon Foundation for most of his life. It hasn’t all been field work, of course, but this giant building was where he’d spent the majority of his childhood. He’d joined the Stardust Crusaders, a group of heroes, at the age of fifteen. Since then he’d fought alongside Silver Chariot and Magician’s Red, working to take down a The Agents and lesser evils along the way.
Just as Jotaro more or less finished looking through the disappointingly vague file, Joseph sauntered up to his grandson and clapped him on the back.
“Platinum! How’s about we get on in there, eh? No sense in keeping our new buddy waiting any longer.”
The younger of the two muttered something along the lines of ‘gimme a break’ and shook his grandfather’s hand off.
“Let’s get this over with.” Jotaro was a man of few words, and when he did speak it wasn’t exactly eloquently. It was no wonder that interrogation wasn’t his forte. As soon as the pair entered the holding cell, however, the hero couldn’t think of a single reason why he hadn’t wanted to come in.
Sitting before them, bound to a chair against his will, was the most mesmerizing person the hero had ever encountered in his life. The captive’s hair was an impossibly bright red, perhaps exaggerated because of the light being shone above him. Or maybe it was always that way. Jotaro found himself not caring. He could only focus on the way the hair framed his face- cut at unequal lengths but just working somehow. Though some of the man’s features were obscured by a mask, what was visible was sharp and defined. His shoulders were broad and he had a physique so well built yet so delicate looking that Jotaro feared a particularly strong gust of wind could shatter him into a million pieces. Joseph was saying something but Jotaro couldn’t register it.
Absolutely enamored, he found himself taking a step forward, most likely intent on freeing their captive, only to be held back by his grandfather.
“Knock that off!” Joseph demanded, firmer this time.
Their detainee’s once inviting smile slipped into a scowl. With a huff of annoyance, he dulled his eyes, which had been glowing bright green up until this point, down to normal.
Jotaro felt the mist lift from his mind, and released the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. The younger of the two Joestars staggered for a moment before regaining his composure. He fixed the redhead with a glare.
“Are you just going to stare at me all day, or did you two actually come down here for a reason?” Hierophant asked.
“It’d be in your own best interests to keep the shenanigans to a minimum.” Joseph snapped, “I know you don’t have much power left, so let’s get down to business. We’ve got some questions to ask you.”
“Ah, an interrogation, I see.” The captive mused, “And what if I don’t want to answer?”
“Then you’ll just be making things harder for yourself.” Jotaro grumbled, stepping forward again. (Though this time, it was on purpose.)
“I don’t see how things could get much worse than this.” Hierophant retorted, “I’m stuck underground in a padded holding cell with the two of you and god knows how many other people monitoring my every move. There isn’t even any windows. Not so much as a potted plant.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Nice try, but I know you don’t use brute force around here.” The redhead smirked, leaning forward as far as his restraints would allow him, “You don’t scare me.”
Jotaro’s hand curled into a fist. This guy was getting on his nerves.
“Who are you working for?” He demanded, bluntly.
“You already know I’m an Agent.”
“We’re looking for a name.” Joseph interjected, “Or any information you can give us on who your leader is. They can’t get you here, it’s safe to tell us.”
Hierophant Green let out a short, amused laugh, prompting Jotaro to scowl again. “I’m not telling you anything. And it’s not because I’m afraid, it’s because I don’t want to.”
“What have you got to lose?”
“My patience. It’s boring down here, but sooner or later, they’re going to come for me, and you’ll all be sorry you tried to detain me in the first place.”
Joseph sighed, stepping back as his grandson took the reigns again. Jotaro rested his hand on Hierophant’s chair and glowered at him.
“He’s not coming to save you. Nobody is.”
“You don’t know him like I do. I’m a valuable asset to the team, they need me.”
“So enlighten us.” Jotaro countered, tightening his grip on the back of the chair, “Tell us what we need to know.”
“No,” He replied, smugly, “I’m not giving you any information, and you can’t make me.”
The Joestar withdrew his hand, knowing there was no point in interrogating the stubborn teen any further. The corners of Jotaro’s mouth twitched ever so slightly- he almost smiled. Almost.
“You already have.” He stated, simply, before turning to leave.
Hierophant’s demeanor changed. He didn’t look so smug anymore- and his confusion only worsened at the oldest Joestar’s reaction.
“Good job, Platinum!” Joseph congratulated, goink to follow his grandson out of the cell.
It was only after the pair left that Hierophant realized what he’d given away- The gender of his boss. Now they could eliminate all female suspects from whatever list they’d been building up for the past few years. It wasn’t a large slip up on his part, but it still wasn’t good.
The teen exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself, but even more so with that idiot Star Platinum. He sat back in his chair, determined that as soon as he got out of this cell, he was going to finish what he’d been sent here to do.