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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
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
Rooftop Rendezvous (Robin)
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Feb 7, 2013 18:08:28 GMT -5
As when a cat spots a lone mouse, Ivy too liked to stalk her prey. This evening it was not a mouse she was after. No, this time she was out to bag herself a bird. Whilst she would have much rather had a bat, it was at least a start, second prize would keep her amused for a little while.
Her pursuit of Robin had led her to a rooftop on the outskirts of Gotham. What they were doing here she couldn't quite fathom, but then again that wasn't really a pressing matter right now. She was also quite impressed that she had managed to keep up with him; he had made the journey across the city look easy, however it wasn't quite so easy for those who were following solely on foot. She had tried to stay out of sight, but that was easier said than done. She didn't feel threatened by Robin, in fact, she felt rather blasé and unconcerned about facing off the sidekick.
She approached him from behind, as stealthy and silently as she possibly could, every inch of her body tensed and ready. She was unsure how he would handle the situation. If he turned it into a full blown fight she was ready to scratch, kick and claw back as best she could. If he was a little slower on the uptake, she had already had some delicious thoughts about the fun she could have with him.
She reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. 'Oh Robin...' she said quietly and seductively, rolling the 'R' a little as she did so.
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Post by Tim "Robin" Drake on Mar 12, 2013 18:30:25 GMT -5
The night obscuring his presence, as only his shape could be made out, Robin swung seemingly effortlessly into a kick to the heads, following the line of batarangs sent before him as he for what seemed like the hundredth time that night applied himself to taking out the thugs and what might as well have been petty criminals.
Given that at any moment now, he could be shot, mortally wounded or shot dead outright didn't so much as cross his mind. He liked the way the air rushed his senses and through his hair. Even the bullets ricocheting off brick walls of alleyways at speeds he couldn't begin to imagine felt unlike any other in that single moment. Of course, the interesting part of it was when you thought about what would happen if one touched you. That nice feeling would instantly turn into a burning sensation, tearing through your flesh at even the slightest spontaneous miscalculation. From pleasant to brutal within seconds.
Chasing three armed gangsters into an abandoned hospital can seem pretty spontaneous, too. As in, you might spontaneously die. But if Bruce taught him anything, it's that you have to have a game plan. For everything. Even for death. But with great preparation and a little luck, you can avoid it. The bullets with your name on them, the knives with your reflection in the steel, or the garrote that squeezes against your windpipe...
...All in a day's (or night's) work.
But, at the moment it was quite wonderful. He'd in a smooth arc barely hesitated before he was off once more, the occasional light illuminating his form as Robin moved swiftly from one rooftop to another, leaving an increasing number of recently apprehended criminals in his wake. He glanced down. There were multiple fire escapes on either sides of the office building he'd hesitated upon, as he neared the outskirts of the city. Mere moments later, he'd stepped off the ledge, the cool night air whipping into his face, and feet hit solid ground two stories down; tucking into a roll, he was back on to his feet in no time, and unable to quite ignore the growing sensation that, as he surveyed the streets below, he was being watched.
He tensed instinctively, as slender fingers tapped his shoulder from behind, with a slight frown creasing his features his suspicions confirmed as her smooth, delicate tones swept through the small space between them, and he found himself turning his head with it, directly into the face of his least liked red-headed environmentalist. His grip tightened around his bo-staff.
"Ivy," he responded, his tone displaying little more than mild amusement, and not at all his irritation at being surprised by her silent approach, "...Have to admit, I wasn't expecting to run into you." Oblivious as ever to the implications behind her tone of voice, of course. It never hurt to be on edge, especially in such company as he found himself now.
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Mar 17, 2013 12:10:32 GMT -5
She couldn't quite place his tone... was it displeasure? If so, she couldn't begin to fathom why.
She waved a dismissive hand as she saw the grip on his staff tighten. 'Oh please, don't worry young fledgling, if I really had wanted to hurt you, I would have done it by now.' She always had been one to toy with men. It was just so easy; sometimes it presented no sport at all. He clearly wasn't won over just yet, it wouldn't take long... it never did.
'I just wanted to have a little fun is all... no harm in that is there?' she asked with a little pout. She took a few steps away from him, leaning against a nearby vent. She would take it slow before drawing him in.
'I thought you could do with a break too little Robin, you've been awful busy this evening, I've seen,' she said revealing that she'd been watching him for quite a while. 'No sign of your master though,' she mused over the thought for a minute. 'I haven't seen him for a while come to think of it... where's he hiding these days?' She hadn't forgotten that she still had a score to settle with him. No, she did not forget those sorts of things. She could hold a grudge as long as it was needed to get even.
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Post by Tim "Robin" Drake on Mar 23, 2013 17:59:11 GMT -5
Honestly, what was with all these (admittedly, as far as women went, irritatingly...sexy) villainesses toying with him as Poison Ivy was now? Did they really have such low expectations of him? To think, that they truly believed they could best Robin with sexual appeasement?
It was laughable.
And yet, it did distract him. He was only male, after all. Regardless, it probably should've been expected; she seemed to have a reputation amongst the population of Gotham by now. He almost snorted at her dismissal, with something of a smirk flashing across his features.
And admittedly, he did relax slightly at her retreat, although being a detective at heart prevented him from quite dislodging the suspicion of foul play. Or potential threat, anyway. This was Poison Ivy he was speaking to, for God's sake! He'd be an idiot to think otherwise.
He shrugged. "Honestly? With you, I wouldn't be so quick as to disregard the "harm" element to it."
He stood his ground, seemingly unsurprised by the revelation. She'd been tailing him, assumingly for the majority, and if not the entirety, of the night thus far. It was to be expected, considering how easily she'd appeared to have found him. And yet it was slightly unnerving, all the same.
Crossing his arms loosely, Robin made a gesture that could only be described as a slow nod. "..Why is it that the bad guys always ask that? Every time. Do I not quite cut it for you, or something?"
Damn it, he had better things to do. Places to be, criminals to apprehend. And he had no doubt that she had a solid reason to be here, not threatening him (or anything at all) in the slightest; he suspected distraction, from a more major crime that he'd get an earful from Batman later for not preventing. "Oh, he's around. Just not necessarily in plain sight. Why, you miss him?"
He really should be doing something more constructive. "...You know, I really should have you packed off to Arkham right about now..."
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Mar 30, 2013 16:40:13 GMT -5
She gave a little laugh as he said he wouldn't disregard her or the harm element that she bought to the table. She couldn't help herself. Maybe he wasn't such a lost, clueless puppy after all. Just maybe, she wasn't completely convinced.
'Ah Robin, I'm so sorry if I hurt your feelings. It's nothing personal sweetheart. There just is ...something about the caped crusader. Besides...' she said streching out lazily 'I owe him,' she said, her tone taking a slightly dark tone. She wasn't sure if she would classify it as 'missing him', that was far too stronger way to describe it. Whilst she didn't like Batman, or anything that he stood for, she did enjoy the fights and the witty repertoire. There weren't many heroes like him. Some of the others were far too kiss-ass for her liking.
She pouted when he mentioned Arkham, half playing but half serious. She would never go back to that place. Ever. Not happenin'. 'But why would you do that? I ain't hurt nobody,' she took a couple of steps forward as she spoke. 'At least not for a while,' Pamela commented, a wide, devilish grin spreading across her face. She stood a few paces away from him, 'anyway Robin, I'd like to see you try. All you have to do is reach out and take me.' She was ready and willing, but she wasn't about to go down, the fight was the fun part.
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