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Djarin Enterprises

WHO: Din Djarin, ota
WHERE: Billy's hero city
WHAT: May event catchall?
WHEN: All of May?
WARNINGS: Will update as needed.

1. Djarin Tower - OTA

While SI was known for it's high tech, and other things. In the business world, Djarin Enterprises was know for being a military defense contractor. But it's also known for having a good influence in plenty of other areas as well. The tower, being one of the tallest buildings in the city, was a busy place on most days. Usually run by Luscius Fox, most of the tower's floors are made up of offices that run the various branches of the conglomerate. However, there are plenty of public areas as well. Including a fine dining restaurant with large windows that look out over the city, and an open air deck on one of the higher floors. For those that can brave the heights. There's regular tours through out the day for tourists and the like. And in the lobby, there's friendly greeters, and receptionists ready and willing to help.

And of course there's the head of the whole place, Din Djarin himself. He's mysterious, and not seen often in public. But can sometimes be caught checking in on things around the tower. Usually dressed well in a suit and tie, and to keep up the mystery he's usually also sporting a hat and dark sunglasses, even indoors. That work together to hide most of his face from view. But you can also catch him if you're here on business, perhaps something that couldn't just be dealt with by going through Luscius. Whatever the encounter, despite his looks, Din will be courteous and civil with those that deal with him. If you get real lucky, he might even have his son with him.

2. Interview with the mysterious - Closed to Cobb

At the top of the tower of course, was Din Djarin's private residence. Outside of those who live there, the penthouse is cut off from the public. Only accessible to those allowed, or who have the access codes. Inside is spacious, with a comfortable living room, and kitchen. There's a large play room for his son, Grogu, that any kid would love to have, as well as his own bedroom, and quarters for his close friend and butler. Here, among family, Din goes without the hat and sunglasses. It's his sanctuary, to get away from the busy business, and vigilante, double life that he lived. Still this afternoon, he's expecting a visitor, one of the few he allows up here at all.

"Just a reminder, sir. You have an interview with Cobb Vanth at six-o'clock." Alfred, his friend and butler, helpfully reminded him, making him sigh quietly.

"Thank you, Alfred. Tell reception to notify us when he arrives." Cobb Vanth, one of the few reporters in the city that Din actually liked, and let interview him at all.

"Of course, sir. Will there be anything else?"

"Yeah, brew up some of our best coffee toward the end of the interview." Alfred nodded in acknowledgement, and walked off, leaving Din on his own for the time being.

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They probably shouldn’t be friends. Their first meeting had been rather tense to say the least since Cobb had been a little aggressive with his questions. Somehow that had earned him Din’s respect and over the years of knowing each other they’d become friends.

Cobb was on the fence about seeing if that friendship could be more. It was harder and harder to deny that he wanted to nudge things away from the professional side of their relationship. It was hard to write ruthlessly about a guy he liked so much.

Those thoughts bounced around in his head on the cab ride over to Din’s skyscraper. The second he stepped out of the cab and walked into the lobby he pulled his thoughts together. He had to make his way through the slight crowd but the receptionist was expecting him and a few seconds later he was escorted to the private elevator for Din’s apartment.

It's likely the two are often the main topic of the water cooler gossip, in the offices over the years. At least whenever Cobb came for an interview. Speculation running rampant, and of course it's 'officially' denied as anything but a professional interview. It likely gives plenty of workers entertainment, though. The folks in the lobby, had phoned ahead to the apartment, and after the long, yet swift(have to love fast elevators), ride to the top. Alfred is there to greet Cobb at the elevator as he always is.

"Mr. Vanth. Good to see you as always." The older man insisting on being formal, no matter how many times he's likely been corrected. "If you'll follow me." He also knows well that Cobb doesn't need guidance, the man had been to the apartment often enough to probably know the layout of it well enough.

The thought of being more had bounced around in Din's mind as well. But he did his best to keep it professional. Din Djarin may be a smart businessman, but he's lacking a little in other departments. Their friendship was definitely an interesting one, having grown over the years. In fact, some time ago, Din had started forgoing any sort of 'professional' interview set up, in exchange for a more relaxed setting of just in the living room.

Which is where Din is when Cobb is led in. Dressed down in one of his more casual suits, as he comes forward greet the man.

"Welcome, Cobb." He greets his friend with a small smile, before he looks to Alfred. "I'll take it from here."

"Of course, I shall leave you two to it." Alfred responds courteously, before walking off to another part of the apartment.

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"Good to see you too, Alfred." Cobb always liked the butler. He was a good guy, protective of Din and his son but always polite even in the early days when Cobb had been more an annoyance than a friend. He was lucky he got on Alfred's good side eventually.

He did know his way around but he still tapped with his cane. Sighted people tended to move their furniture around without really thinking about it. And the kid might leave toys around. Better to be safe than trip over an action figure.

"Hey, stranger," he teased warmly. Din's presence in his senses was always steady. It was rare to hear the guy rattled or pick up a stutter in his heartbeat. "Before we get to business, how's the kid?"

Look, they were both proud parents. They had to talk about the kids first.

Alfred is a good judge of character, and Din takes the man's opinion of people to heart. He considers him like family, having known him since he was younger. Alfred likely helped in getting Din to see Cobb as more than an irritant, and why he was allowed back after their near disastrous first interview.

The same went for Grogu. The kid's liking of the man, the times they'd met, also helping Din's opinion and feelings. In fact, Cobb asking after the kid makes Din smile briefly. But it's short lived as he gets close enough to see the other man better. That smile turning to a frown.

"He's fine, friend. You on the other hand...what happened to you?" His tone turning to a concerned one at the other man's condition, even if the bruises are healing. "Did you get jumped?" He wouldn't be surprised, there's plenty out there that would try and jump a blind man, for what they think would be an easy robbery.

So far, he'd been telling people that he took a bad step and fell. Most people believed it pretty easily. They also didn't like to pry that much into a blind man's business after he admitted something to stupid.

Getting mugged? Much better story. So, he was gonna roll with that. Cobb was fantastic at bullshit.

"I did, actually. Late night at the office and I'm an easy target, you know?" The bruise on his face was pretty impressive according to people who looked at him. It was still damn sore from that punch. It hurt less than the gunshot graze on his arm but that was hidden by his suit. "He was not happy when he saw I only carried credit cards. Didn't like it when I mouthed off about not being able to see bills."

He smiled a little, touched by Din's concern. He turned his head and tapped the bruise on his cheek. "You wanna kiss it and make it better?"

"He should have expected the cards. Not a very smart one." Really, who expects a blind man to carry cash. It's only common sense, one would think. But yes. Being mugged is a way better story than tripping. Even if it is amazing that anyone still does petty crime like that in a city full of superheroes. Some people just can't make an honest living anywhere. Din's just a concerned friend, he won't pry too much further. Although hearing about a gun shot really would have worried him.

Din had been lifting a gloved hand to touch Cobb's arm when the question is asked. Even if it was a joke, there's a brief stall in the hand, before he manages to recover and uses a chuckle in attempt to cover it, as the hand finally lands on the arm.

"Would you settle for coffee instead?" It won't magically heal the bruise like a kiss. But it'll be a nice pick me up. "Asked Alfred to brew some for us."

"Most people who turn to petty crime don't have other options available." Cobb didn't expect Din to actually kiss his cheek but he would've liked it if the other man did. Maybe one of these days Din would take his flirting seriously.

He gripped Din's arm in return gently to reassure him. It wasn't often Din reached out so he appreciated the gesture.

"You know me, I always want coffee." Technically, Cobb was in an unfamiliar place. One he shouldn't know the layout of so he kept his cane out even though he could easily navigate.

"How's business? Heard you had a big deal that you're keeping quiet so it doesn't fall through." Because Cobb was very good at hearing things he shouldn't.

Over the years, Din's gotten used to the flirting every time Cobb comes, even if he himself has never been that good at returning it. Din often gets flirted with, when he meets up with people in public, and usually comes off as the awkward playboy, who never seems quite ready to settle down with anyone.

With Cobb, it was different, felt different. He can't quite recall when they became this comfortable around each other. It just happened, with neither of them really acknowledging it. He won't deny that Cobb is a handsome man, and if If Din's honest, part of him was tempted to kiss the other man's bruised cheek. The line of keeping it professional was one that is getting harder to hold. He knew something would have to give at some point.

"It'll be ready, then. How are your own kids doing? Better than their father I hope?" He gives Cobb's arm a gentle squeeze in return, before turning to carefully guide the man further in to the living room, and a place to sit. Then the tone of convo turns back to business, and despite the change the question still get a slight chuckle out of him.

"Been snooping around again, huh?" Seemed like Cobb always heard things, despite Din's best attempts to keep them under wraps. "It's going well, with luck it should be finalizing within the month." But there's always unexpected delays that can come up.

"Merrin's interning at the paper. She's doing great." His daughter was pretty great. Cobb was glad to brag about her.

Din's one of the few people who knows how to properly guide him. Cobb had given him instructions on how to do it the first time the man had offered help like this. Now, it was a nice way to get Din's hands on him. Warm, strong, and steady hands.

He sat down when he reached the chair and now folded up his cane, setting it aside. He got out his phone. "Start sound recording."

Cobb used to keep notes with an old fashion tape recorder but smart phones were much easier. "Not doin' my job if I'm not snooping around. I like to know what you're up to. See what break works are going to come out of your business next. Not going to give me even the littlest hint of what's coming?"

Which wasn't unusual for Din. He played his cards real close to his chest. Cobb had to listen extra well to what he didn't say between the words.

"With you there, I'm sure she is." Din had taken the instructions to heart. It felt good to be trusted like this with Cobb, and he always did his best to guide him without issues. "Hard to believe, that might be me with Grogu one day." Nevermind that the kid already did things with him, actually being older than he looked. But to most people, he was just the cutest little mutant to coo and aww at, when they got the chance.

Once Cobb is safely settled, Din moves to the chair nearby and sits down. Despite the relaxed setting, compared to most interviews. Din is all business as it really starts.

"And ruin the surprise?" While some people would outright brag about thing, and give progress updates. Din preferred to keep things under wraps, incase their are issues and in case anyone wanted to steal ideas. "I assure you, this project will benefit a lot of people.

Cobb had a general idea that Grogu was not human. He "looked" strange in his senses and he had heard the reports on the little guy but he was blind so... Grogu was just another kid to him and always had been.

Always would be given his friendship with Din. He thought that way of treating Grogu had helped that friendship blossom.

He chuckled a little, used to Din's way of avoiding his questions. "What sort of benefit? Another homeless shelter? A community college? Come on, Din, give me a little hint. I won't reveal anything until you give me the go ahead."

There were very few people Cobb would hold a story back for but he'd do it for Din.

The way Cobb had treated Grogu like a normal kid, had definitely helped it blossom. He knew the kid thought well of Cobb, too, and approved of their friendship. That good opinion may just help it blossom to more than a friendship.

He hummed thoughtfully for a moment.

"Alright, I know you'll keep your word." Over the years, another thing that's grown between them is trust. He knows he can trust Cobb , that the man won't try and make him into a bad light, like some other reporters might be tempted. Or reveal anything too early. "It'll be an education system geared toward the homeless, and underprivileged. Help them toward a better life." Cause despite being a billionaire, Din liked to look out for the people that aren't so fortunate.

That was another one of those things that Cobb learned to appreciate about Din. He was genuinely helpful. When he set up a charity or shelter or project it helped people. It wasn't just to make him look good or get a corporate tax break.

He was a strange recluse and odd about being in the public eye but that wealth wasn't obsessively hoarded. It was used for good.

"Sounds like a good project to keep you out of trouble," he said with a little grin. "I'll make sure to come to the grand opening when it's ready. Write up a nice in depth story for you instead of a fluff everyone else will do."

Because he could still be critical of Din without being cruel. "Where'd you get the idea for this?"

Din was fortunate to be raised by parents, that kept him grounded. Taught him to appreciate giving to those less fortunate. Considering what happened to his parents, he could have very well wound up the same if it wasn't for Alfred and others. But he's aware of how he is where he is today. Thus the hiding, to him it shouldn't matter whether people see him, what should matter is what he does for the people.

"People shouldn't have to lack in education and a good life, just because of their financial situation." And a good education, would go a long way in helping them find work, thus a better life. "I trust that you will." Cobb always gave good reports, on the things he got from Din. Unlike many reporters, who preferred to only write gushing article on what he does.

"Despite what some people might think, I do see what goes on in this city." Maybe possibly helped with his Hunter persona. "Despite how well the city is doing, I still see a lot of homeless, and people that struggle."

"The root causes of that are deeper than simple financial trouble. It's a system issue. No that I expect you to suddenly take on politics and try to reshape the whole system but what's the long term solution here? More of these education centers?" One center was a thumb shoved in a damn about to break. It slowed things down but it didn't stop it, it didn't fix the core issue.

One man, even one incredibly wealthy man like Din, couldn't fix the core issue on his own. Cobb thought the guy was pretty great but he was a realist.

"And I know you pretty well by now. You've always got a plan. I know you're thinking long term." Cobb felt now that they were friends they had a way of understanding each other. His gut when it came to Din said the man was already thinking of step two.

"Although, I've heard you wear sunglasses even at night. Might be a little skeptical about how well you see anything," he teased, always willing to get a little jab in here and there.

"I would have thought, you'd know better. Than to listen to rumors." Din teases a little in return. Something that took a while to start. But it shows how comfortable he's gotten with Cobb, and the trust he's got in him. "I wear them indoors, and sometimes outside at night. But the upside to the night, is there are more shadows than light." Thus covering up isn't needed that much, if you know what you're doing.

"The plan at the moment is to create the one, and go from there. But more centers are likely." He's quiet for a moment of consideration before he speaks again. "I'm not a fan of politics, no." As much as there's likely been people over the years, that thought he should get into it. That he'd be great at it. It's just not his thing. "However, to solve this issue for the long term, politics, the government, are going to have to be brought in eventually."

"I like some of those rumors. They're pretty funny when I know you." The rumors around him were probably not as funny to Din but Cobb listened to them with amusement. He tilted his head towards him, smiling softly.

"Until then, I trust you and your people to handle it. When the government does get involved I might not be so nice." Cobb had a long history of causing trouble with the government. He went to protests and rallies and wrote very critical articles of their actions.

He was pretty sure he was on an FBI watch list. And damn proud of it.

"Depends on the point of view." Oh Din is aware there are plenty of rumors around him and his companies. With someone like him that kept to himself, rumors were often all people had. "Humor me. What's the latest rumors you heard?" Since Cobb probably heard more than he did. Given he's in the news business. Even if Cobb can't see it, Din tilts his head towards him in return.

"You don't want the breaking exclusive?" He can't resist being a little sassy. He's well aware of Cobb's history with the government as a reporter. "No, but. My people and I have already worked out plans, for going forward. You don't do well in business, without having a lot of...contingencies." Something Din learned well over the years. "For I do want to see the less fortunate people of the city have a successful, and fulfilling life."

"You and Stark are dating," Cobb said with an easy grin. "Heard that one on Twitter." Someone out there had snapped a picture of what was probably a business lunch and then run with it. It had made Cobb laugh and then... embarrassingly there had been a bit of worry.

Wondering if maybe it was true and Cobb was flirting up the wrong tree. "Gotta say, you can do better."

Of course, he wanted the exclusive. He was a reporter. They all wanted exclusives. "You know, from any other business man I would think that's a bunch of bull. The way you say it, what I hear, is something real. Real concern. Real warmth for those people. This isn't just a tax break for you. It's a real effort to rebuild a community."

There's a few moments, before he chuckles. He shouldn't be surprised. "The two richest men in the country dating. Would make sense, wouldn't it?" Din wasn't big on social media Too much in the way of crazies, and rumors and everything else flying.

There's a thoughtful noise. "I don't know. Stark and I could be an unstoppable couple." He's teasing, cause some already think they're unstoppable just as business partners. "But I will go on record, and say no. Me and Stark are not dating." Sorry to disappoint, Twitter.

"I have the money to pay the taxes. I don't need a break." He says firmly, and means every word. "I would rather others have the break, and I want to help them get there."

Cobb was more relieved than he should be to hear there was nothing going on between Din and Tony.

"I don't think he's your type. I trust Stark with technology but I wouldn't let him babysit, you know?" He couldn't see Tony raising a kid, not like Din. Not like him. The man was still too wild even at his age. "Gotta find someone good with kids. A family man."

Like him. Would Din get the hint? Cobb had no way of knowing, actually. He flirted a little bit, here and there. Never seemed to get anywhere, but he wondered.

"Oh, that line is definitely getting quoted in the article. It's a good one."

Director Starling's intel had told her that if there was anywhere she was likely to get a chance at speaking one-on-one with Din Djarin, it would be at his offices. They'd been monitoring his activities for a few months, and she had more than enough suspicions to fill a mop bucket about him. But the real reason she was there was The Kid.

SHIELD had been dealing with extraterrestrial investigations and innovations ever since the first hints of it had arrived ... at first, there had been cover-ups, true, but now that more and more things were coming to light, Starling came to her new position as Director perfectly ready to be more about transparency as much as she could. And she saw in this Kid a potential that could do the world a great deal of good. The true feat, of course, would be convincing his surrogate father of the same.

She'd forgone her badge of office and kept her ID tucked away, but knew that Djarin had provided one or two contracts to outlying branches of SHIELD in the past - mostly for building and outfitting a couple of their helicarriers. So it was under the guise of that business that she approached reception and announced the arrangement for a meeting that had been made a ludicrous amount of time in advance.

"Clarice Starling, here to see Mr. Djarin."

The secretary acknowledges Clarice, before turning to her computer to check for information on the meeting, and to make sure there even is one. Once confirmed, they turn back to Clarice.

"Ah yes, Ms. Clarice. Mr. Djarin is expecting you." She says, and will hand Clarice a visitor's badge, and give her directions to where the meeting will take place. Even getting a meeting with the mysterious Din Djarin takes a quite a bit. Most people requesting meetings with the company, are sent to deal with Luscius Fox. The man doing well, in keeping Din up to date on what goes on within his various companies. Particularly on meetings specifically asking for him.

One made far in advance, however? Has Din both intrigued, and just a little wary. Still, when Clarice makes it up to his office floor, and is led in by a secretary, he's civil. Dressed for business. He looks like he could be any average business man, if it wasn't for the hat and glasses that he dons, that hide most of his face from view. As she's let in, he rises from his seat in greeting.

"Welcome, Miss Starling."

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She was dressed neatly: a pressed pencil skirt and matching jacket the color of summer pine needles with a buttercup-yellow camisole underneath. A string of gold and tiger's eye beads hung at her throat, with matching drop earrings, and her heels matched her bag in a tasteful, non-ostentatious way. She gave him her best For Public smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Djarin. I must say, I'm honored to get some facetime with you personally. I know you're used to dealing with a completely different contact for the SHIELD contracts: he sends his apologies for not being able to make it, he's involved with another project elsewhere and can't leave the think tank."

Even if his own smile is mostly hidden, it's obvious in his tone, and he also offers out a gloved hand to shake.

"Ah yes, Mr. Hopkins. Nice gentleman." He says, which sounds genuine. He did enjoy his contact with the man. "Ah well. I can't fault him for other priorities." Din's not one to be offended, he knows it happens. "I have to admit, I didn't expect to be meeting the new Director." Or so he had heard she was now. "The honor is mine. What brings you here?"

The gloves-and-glasses combo tell Starling this guy has more issues than just privacy - maybe intimacy, as well. Maybe it was the wealth and fame that made him want to keep everyone at such a distance, maybe it was something else. Either way, she wasn't about to judge him for it: all of her keen-eyed observations she made of civilians were for understanding and being compassionate, not for any sort of ill use. They were very nice gloves, though, the leather smooth and supple between her fingers, and she made a mental note to ask what sort they were so she could get a pair of driving gloves for herself from the same maker.

"He is, I've worked with him for quite a while. In some arenas I even consider him a little bit of a mentor. ... Either way, the helicarriers you helped us outfit are being phased out for newer models, so instead of sending some intern with the specs, I thought it would be nice to deliver them personally. We're outfitting these ones with a bit more altitude capacity, but we also need to have certain quarters outfitted with environmental accommodations for some of our ... physically unique agents."

Mutants. Of course, she meant mutants.

Maybe he's just a huge germaphobe, or has light sensitive eyes. The world may never know. But it was primarily the attention he gets. He's a very private person. He likes to keep thinks, business and personal, to himself and those he most trusts. Out of the prying eyes of the public, and his competitors. Competitors who would love to get their hands on his secrets, after all.

"I look forward to working, with his former intern." Some what intern anyway. If she's anything like Hopkins, she can't be that bad. He motions for her to take a seat if she wishes, before sitting down again himself. His head giving a nod in understanding as he listens about the carriers.

"It's has been a few years, so I'm not surprised." Technology changed so rapidly, after all. Things had be upgraded or phased out sooner or later. His head tilts a little as he considers. "You mean the mutants." Because of course she does. It briefly makes him think of Grogu "We didn't do that very well last time." Which is disappointing. They should be accommodating for all. "What are your plans for...accommodating them?"

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IDK what I'm doing /wings it.

My life motto

/just makes crap up.

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@ the Tower

Let me know if this okay

It's fine! <3 Sorry for the wait!

No prob! Also random contact name go, lol

hahaha Hopkins, I love it

xD I thought so