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And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by grayson on Aug 11, 2012 12:56:51 GMT -5
Dick perched on the edge of a building, observing the situation in the warehouse below him. He was in Gotham. Not unusual, but also not a common thing for him either. But once again, a case he was tracking had led him straight to this particular location in Gotham. He fingered the communication device in his boot. Bruce would want to know he was here. Probably help him out for old time's sake or something. The Bat wasn't one for sentimentality, but he occasionally liked working with his old partner again.
He moved his hand away. No, not this time. He didn't feel like falling into the old routine of following Bruce's orders, taking a back seat. This was his case, one he'd been following for a couple of weeks now, and he was going to finish it. On his own. Maybe he'd contact the old man as he was leaving back to Bludhaven.
Movement broke him from his thoughts, and Nightwing looked back down at the warehouse to spot a man walking out of it. For hours he had been sitting here, watching this building. No one had come in or out in that time till now. He smirked. Perfect. Interrogation time. Flipping down the fire escape on the side of the building he'd been sitting on, he made his quiet way over to the man. He didn't even see him coming. It only took a well placed aim of one of his eskrima sticks, and a rope shot out, tangling around the man's legs and bringing him down to the ground.
"It took me a while to find you. Very inconsiderate," he said as he approached the fallen thug. "So, let's talk about that drug trade of yours. Who do you work for?"
The man just laughed. "Why would I talk ta yeh?"
Nightwing shrugged. "I can be quite persuasive if I need to. It's your choice though."
"Ya? So can they." Dick quickly looked up to find that there were a good eight or so men coming out of the warehouse now, and he could see more behind them. He jumped back, cursing under his breath. He knew he should have hacked into a security camera inside the building. He knew there should have been more of them in there.
And now he'd been caught off guard. Bruce would be disappointed with this mistake. Knocking the gun pointed at him out of the first thug's hands, he readied himself for a long night. Another thug fell to a kick at his gut and a hit on the back of his neck, but it just seemed to Dick like three more took his place.
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I'm what Gotham truly needs: A man willing to do what none of you ever could
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Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Aug 11, 2012 19:21:51 GMT -5
Jason had been watching Dick from afar. Specifically a taller rooftop across the street. He was glad he added the zoom feature into the helmet. The occassion wasn't unheard of for Nightwing to be in Gotham, however, it also wasn't an everyday occassion. It was rare for him to be patrolling his old grounds and that hightened Red Hood's curiosity towards the matter. He had been meaing to see Dick. Just look over him. See how he was doing. But from a distance. And this was his chance to do it without actually having to leave Gotham.
The next thing to happen surprised even Jason and seeing as he come back from the dead, it could be pretty hard to surprise him the way he was. He watched as Nightwing made a major rookie mistake. How could he be that dumb? Was the first thing that came to Red Hood's mind. Jason knew Batman must've taught him better than that.
Jason decided to wait a moment and see how things went down. He knew that Nightwing had the same Robin training as he had, though of course with already amazing acrobatic skills. He knew that Dick could do more than handle himself and now was his chance to see what Nightwing could really do. As Jason watched he felt compelled to help Dick. The situation was proving to be a handleful. Possibly more then he could chew alone. Jason couldn't watch any longer. He couldn't let Dick be in so much danger while he sat back.
Jason grappled down into the scene kicking over three men while throwing an eplosive against the side of the building. A few men ran after him and Jason activated it before rolling behind a dumpset for cover. The explosion came with a bang and when Jason looked up bricks lay on top of the men who had chased him. Jason sported his usual Red Hood costume which included his signature metallic red hood. A man came from behind Jason and shot the helmet causing the bullet to ricochet off and into his forehead. "Dumbass," Jason said before returning to the action.
"Didn't Bats teach you better," Red Hood asked as he punched a man in the face who had come up behind Nightwing, "Or have you really lost your touch this much?"Jason then pulled out double colts as the men decided it was time to bring out their guns. Red Hood began to fire at them with no hesitation. It was something he had gotten used to. Shooting low-lifes. Jason had never really adopted Bruce's abhorrence to firearms. He Didn't do a lot of things the way Bruce did. Red Hood looked around as more and more began to exit from the building refilling the others places. It was like some sort of pyramid scheme.
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Post by grayson on Aug 11, 2012 20:19:06 GMT -5
Nightwing was only slightly caught-off guard when someone grappled into the fight to presumably help him out. After all, while in Gotham, it wouldn't be that far off an assumption for Batman to swing in without him asking for it. He was just able to jump out of the way and under cover when the explosion went off on the building, burying a few of the men he'd been fighting.
However, once he had popped back up and into the fight, catching one thug off-guard and knocking him out, he was quite surprised not to see a familiar looming, dark figure beside him. Instead, he was met with someone he did not know, an unsettling thing for him. The other man, for he was clearly a man just by looking at him, wore a red helmet, covering his head and thus any identifiable features of his face or hair.
Another strike with his eskrima sticks, a flip over the thug's shoulders, and a kick to another's face, and two had gone down. He barely flicked his attention to the man, still keeping his body focused on the fight, as he registered the words said to him. "Lost my touch? Don't know the meaning of it. Maybe I just wanted to lure out every single guy inside that warehouse," he retorted, sarcastic.
But his full attention was brought to the man as he pulled out the guns, shooting without hesitation into the gang. Appalled, Dick dodged one thug who had aimed a flurry of bullets at him, and threw two batarangs at the man's hands. "I don't know who you are, Red Helmet, but we don't use guns here. No matter who it is." He threw a few more batarangs at the thugs, taking out a few of their guns as well.
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I'm what Gotham truly needs: A man willing to do what none of you ever could
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Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Aug 11, 2012 21:13:00 GMT -5
"Same old Nightwing, huh, sarcasm and all," Red Hood said dodging several bullets as he jumped up onto the opposite wall he had exploded and kicked off doing a double flip shooting at the men below him before landing behind them and elbowing one in the back of the head. Red Hood certainly didn't agree with Nightwing's comment on guns though.
"Perhaps you should tell them the rules then," Jason responded, "And the name's Red Hood." One of the thugs knocked the gun out of Red Hood's left hand, but he had more tricks up his sleeve. Literally. Jason slipped a tazer from his sleeve and shocked the man until he passed out which only took a few seconds tops. The man wasn't dead, but he certainly wasn't moving any time soon.
Jason manuevered through several thugs delivering a series of kicks and punches as he tried to retrieve his other gun. Before he could reach a rather larger thug stood in his way. Before jason could even strike the man had wrapped his arms around him and pulled him up as he began to viciously squeeze him. Jason lost the grip on his other gun and he couldn't move his hand. "Watcha gonna do now? Headbutt? No one wins with a headbutt," the man teased maliciously.
Jason frowned behind his mask. They really needed to give him a bit of a challenge. Jason smashed his head full force against the man who fell back against the wall yelling in agony as he spluttered an atrocious amount of curse words at Jason. "What part of metal helmet don't you understand? If it can deflect bullets it must be hard imbecile," Jason taunted the man as he retrieved both his guns and returned his tazer to his sleeve.
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Post by grayson on Aug 12, 2012 13:57:54 GMT -5
Dick mentally cursed as he watched this Red Hood guy, still keeping up with his own half of the thugs. This was so just what he needed. All he had wanted was to come here to Gotham, under Bruce's radar, find out who was working the drug ring in his own city, then leave again. Instead, he was having to fight off who knows how many thugs because of some stupid mistake just to avoid getting himself hurt, while also dealing with some trigger-happy, sarcastic, killing machine, under the guise of helping him. Joy.
And apparently he knew him too. And not just the 'Nightwing, protector of Bludhaven' kind of knowledge. No, the way he talked, he seemed to really know him. On a personal level. That had thrown in. But only momentarily. One thug had grabbed him during that brief pause, but he had quickly used the man's greater height, weight, and momentum against him, stooping low and throwing him over his shoulder, hard on the ground.
Nightwing glanced back over at Red Hood, just in time to see him retrieve his guns again. Great. He needed to end this soon, before he lost more thugs to this guy. They were just minor on the scale of this drug ring, probably hired bodyguards or even some of the dealers. Killing them wasn't necessary, and completely unhelpful in getting him witnesses to question.
"You're trying to reason with crooks who probably never graduated middle school. You'd have more luck asking them to the prom." He flipped over another's shoulders, leaving behind a knock-out gas pellet that took out him and several others surrounding them, and threw his weight behind both feet as he landed on another's chest. At least the crowd was thinning. That was a good sign. He just hoped he could keep more alive than Red Hood was killing off.
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I'm what Gotham truly needs: A man willing to do what none of you ever could
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Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Aug 15, 2012 15:55:10 GMT -5
"Suppose you're right," Jason said with a slight laugh in his voice, "Tell me," he continued as he placed his guns inside his jacket and took out another toy of his throwing it at three men before it opened up wrapping and then and ensnaring them, "How is it that you're like this after being Batman's sidekick," Jason finished asking? It wasn't a random question, but one that Jason had been thinking about for awhile. Bruce had always been darker and more brooding and almost the exact opposite of Dick in Jason's eyes.
Dick had always been more talkative, sanguine and a big difference was that he actually talked. There were times that Jason would be talking to Batman and then realize he was just . . . gone. Of course that was a long time ago. Not that he thought Bruce would be much different in that way since then. He knew Bruce well and knew that it would be near impossible to really change that about him. Of course, there was a caring side to Bruce that Jason knew as well. But still, he couldn't help but wonder how they became so opposite.
A few guys charged at Jason and he waited patiently until they were an inch in front of him before jumping up and kicking of the wall before ending up behind them. Slipping from a piece of his gauntlets and into his hands, Jason threw a gas grenade that wouldn't spread to him or Nightwing or even many of the others but those five who charged him were down on the ground in seconds. Jason then turned to view Nightwing before noticing a group of three men trudging through some water towards them. More thugs of course. Slipping a taser out Jason turned it higher and placed it against the water shocking the men who would fall to the ground electrocuted.
"Before I take out guns again," Jason said as he engaged in physical combat with another thug, "Do you need any information from these petty animals?" The questions was directed to Nightwing. He figured that the man most likely had some reason for coming and he might need info from them. Killing them would definitely make that harder for Dick and he definitely wasn't trying to make things harder for Nightwing. Afterall, they were legally adoptive brothers. Of course, Jason didn't know if the law still upheld when the person came back to life.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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