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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Brotherly Love (Nightwing)
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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 Mar 4, 2013 16:50:30 GMT -5
Red Hood wasn’t quite sure why his adoptive brother was frolicking about in town as Nightwing. If Red Hood remembered correctly he was supposed to be held up fighting crime in Gotham’s sister city Bludhaven. Both cities disgusted Red Hood. Completely consumed by crime and each protected by their own hero, Batman and Nightwing respectively, whom were blinded by their old fashion morality. At least in Red Hood’s opinion they held old fashion morals. Leaving people like the Joker alive . . . that was the old way of doing things. But Red Hood was in town now. And he was going to kill Joker and anyone who decided to follow in similar footsteps as the man. Red Hood hadn’t exactly been very close to Nightwing when he himself was Robin. But that wasn’t Nightwings fault. In fact, Jason took full blame. He had admitted to himself long ago that he hadn’t been the best kid. He had been brought up in a rough way in a rough place in a rough time. He had been arrogant, impatient and even to a point bratty at times. He had remembered how he felt overshadowed trying to live up to the previous Robin when he held the mantle. After all, how could he, a street orphan who only knew how to steal to survive, live up to Dick Grayson one of, if not the, greatest acrobatic on the planet. Not to mention he had been arrogant enough when he was younger to lie to himself that Nightwing had been jealous that he had taken the mantle of Robin he previously owned.
Nevertheless, Nightwing would always be a Bat no matter what name or costume he wore. At least in Jason’s eyes. Sometimes Jason felt that he was still a Bat. Then he remembered how Batman hadn’t came to his rescue in his moment of need. Of how he hadn’t killed the Joker after everything he had done. After he had paralyzed Babs and got her stuck in a wheelchair. After he had beaten, tortured and murdered him. Jason had always thought that he would have been the last person that Bruce would ever let him hurt. He remembered how Bruce had seemingly wasted no time in replacing him as Robin. He wondered if that was how Nigthwing had felt after Batman replaced him with Jason. But coming back. Seeing everything. The way it was. He had a new, better Robin. One who followed orders and listened. Who was easier to keep in place. Seeing the Joker alive and well. Still kicking. Still killing. Still filling graveyard after graveyard. Bruce liked to talk about morals . . . how could he allow that psychopath to go around murdering countless people and ruing countless families and how could he disregard the entire graveyards the Joker had filled?
It made Jason’s blood boil. Nightwing was a Bat. He was just as responsible for the Joker as Batman in Jason’s book. He had tailing him afar. Keeping the high ground from roof to roof. If Nightwing was going to be hitting up Gotham more often than Red Hood had to test Nigthwings mettle. He had to see just how good his adoptive brother had gotten. He had to know how much, if at all, he had to hold back if they got in a real fight. He couldn’t have Nightwing interfering his plans after all. He had to make sure all the loose ends were tied. If Nightwing was going to show up to try and save the day he had to know how much effort it took to bring him down onto his knees. To beat him. Besides, Jason had a lot of resentment built up over Nightwing. Sure they hadn’t been close. But he thought that he should have taken the Joker down if Batman couldn’t step up to the challenge. Instead Jason had to come all the way back from the dead to make sure it happened. He couldn’t even rest in peace after everything he had gotten through because Batman and Nigthwing hadn’t killed that maniacal clown. Well. It was time to unleash some of that resentment. Red Hood slipped some small smoke grenades and normal explosives out and through them Nightwings way before he swooped down an automatic handgun in one hand and a stylized ten inch knife in the other. He didn’t fire off any rounds yet. The smoke hid him. Firing would give away his position. His thermal vision was on though. He could see the hero. Jason slashed his knife towards Nightwing while throwing a knee towards his stomach the moment he landed near him. This reunion was going to be quite fun.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 4, 2013 20:26:05 GMT -5
It felt weird, Dick had the strange sensation that someone had been following him, but he figured sooner or later if whomever it was would make themselves known. After all, if they could keep up with him then they obviously deserved to be there tailing him. Just as he finished up his last thoughts he was enveloped in a cloud of smoke causing him to survey his surroundings, even through the smoke he was able, with the help of his mask to detect Jason's heat signature right as he attacked. Dick blocked the knee with a knee of his own and moved out of the way of the knife just in time as it cut the suit over his armor a bit. He quickly flipped back several times to get some distance between he and the assailant. He smirked as he ran his hand over the small nick the knife placed on his suit.
''About time, I was starting to think this place had become an old folks home or something'', he said smiling and looking at Jason through the smoke as he pulled an eskrima stick and then the second one. He began to twirl the both of them around his fingers and clasped them as he got into his stance and prepared for the next move. Perhaps it was time for him to stretch his legs. He tossed a flash grenade over near where Jason was and looked away to ensure that he himself would not be affected by it. He turned on his heels and rushed the figure and threw a kick at his head before swinging both sticks at his mid section followed by two muay thai elbows aimed at the person's face.
''You sure picked the right night to mess with me'', he said leaping to the side and throwing a wing ding at him and then moving back out about 40 feet. He figured the guy was probably athletic, and he would be able to keep up with him. So he placed his sticks in their holsters and dove off the side of the building and latched onto a fire escape pulling himself up and then darting across an alleyway into an open window. An easy enough move to mimick, he surmised. He dashed through the house out into the hallway and then down the stairs onto the street. The rooftop was too confined, he wanted more space.
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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 Mar 5, 2013 10:53:00 GMT -5
Red Hood wasn't too surprised that this attempt failed. He would be disappointed in his adoptive brother if such a tactic worked against him. He also would have been disappointed if Nightwing hadn't caught onto him. And he was sure Batman would have been disappointed. Then again, he had been sure about a lot of things about Batman and he had been wrong about most of them. He could remember when he played a game of cat and mouse with Batman on his own deaths anniversary. He had thought that Batman would of been better than he was that night. Maybe he hadn't been his best that night. But he knew Batman had to be able to do better than he had that night. Nightwing easily blocked his knee with his own and had just gotten out of the way of his knife as he only nicked his costume. It seemed Nightwing was going to be a bit more fun than playing with good ol' Batsy.
The red metallic hood stared back at Nightwing through the smoke watching him with thermal vision as the smoke began to clear. The face of the helmet held only eyes and showed no emotion or facial movements even if Jason made them. Jason didn't respond to Dick's comment. He remember the smooth, sanguine tongue that Nightwing possessed. Perhaps he would have laughed or maybe even smiled if he wasn't so concentrated on thinking three moves ahead. He use all of his training as he watched Nightwing. His first predication that Nightwing would take out his eskrima sticks came true a moment later. They were, after all, his signature weapon. Nightwing was no idiot, he probably guessed it would be foolish to take on an enemy with a gun and knife when he didn't know the mans capabilities or the toys he possessed.
Jason watched Nightwing take something out before throwing it. The fact that Nightwing had looked away gave away what it was. Jason jumped back doing a back-flip as the flash grenade exploded releasing a burst of light. Luckily Jason was unaffected due to his evasiveness and the fact he closed his eyes and looked away. Jason landed with his gun on his belt and two of his ten inch stylized knives in his hands. He saw Nigthwing dash towards him. Jason jumped up as the eskrima sticks came at him and he landed on the weapons for a split second before jumping off back into a fighting position. He used a muay thai v-guard blocking his opponents two muay thai elbows. He wanted a muay thai fight he'd have it. Jason didn't necessarily need to block the elbows as his helmet would have protected him completely. But he wasn't going to let him know that this early in the fight. The fact that Nightwing didn't know gave him a bit of an advantage after all. Not too much, but it was something.
Jason tried to employ a knee strike but Nightwing leaped to the side in time before talking again. "Shouldn't you be back in Bludhaven." Jason replied flatly his mask helping to somewhat mask the true sound of his voice. Red Hood watch Nightwing's impressive display of acrobatics as he created distance between them. He watched him put away his weapons and jump to fire escape before going through an open window. Jason looked over the ledge of the building as his brain processed everything that was happening. Nigthwing wasn't one to put innocent people in danger so he was going to come out of that building. Jason sure as hell wasn't going to follow him into the building. No that would be giving the enemy the upper-hand. He would own the territory and he would be leading the chase. Jason guessed he wouldn't be going to the roof either. After all, if he wanted to get to the roof Nightwing could have easily jumped to the roof of the other building. Jason backed a few steps and gave a running start at the ledge and landed in a roll on the opposite roof. He jumped off the front of the building Nightwing was in and jumped from window ledge to window ledge as he crouched upon the top of the entrance of the doorway. When Nigthwing came out Red Hood pounced with an attempted kick to the back.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 5, 2013 16:19:39 GMT -5
Dick gasped as he felt a boot to his back as it caused him to stagger forward out into the street in front of a car and had to flip over it to avoid being hit. He landed and turned around to look at the criminal, something he said struck him as odd, that coupled with how skilled he was. ''How did you know I was in Bludhaven?'', he asked thinking of just who could be under that mask that would know him. It wasn't Bruce, that was for sure, and Tim wasn't that big yet. Either way, he would find out just who it was. He stood there for a moment and inspected his enemy. He reminded Dick of The Joker when he took up that look. It was weird, Joker was never this nimble and Dick himself KNEW he would have beat the HELL out of The Joker. So that option was out. Then he decided to take the more common sense approach.
''Who in the hell are you, and I won't throw another punch until you tell me. You obviously have had some training, and you aren't an enemy of mine because you would have used your guns and just shot me when you were trailing me back there. So whats your angle Red'', he asked folding his arms and looking at the villain. Of course if he attacked Dick would do what was necessary to protect himself but something about this guy said he didn't really want to hurt Dick, just test him perhaps, but then again he could be completely wrong and this masked man could just want to play with his ''food''. ''You clearly have access to some pretty secret information there man, I am curious'', he said smiling and beginning to walk back and forth as cars passed by and people began to stare as he jawed at the guy from across the street.
''Oh, and whatsup with the knives? Got a jack the ripper type fetish there bro?'', he said chuckling. Being chatty was apart of his charm, and he only did it in situations that he deemed not to be serious. In his mind even if the guy wanted him dead, he would just pull his gun out and shoot him from across the street, but literally NOTHING about this guy screamed villain. As a matter of fact something about him screamed....little brother. Like that annoying little brother who throws smoke grenades and tries to cut you and strike you with their limbs. If that was the case, this guy was SOOOOOO getting a wedgie of atomic proportions if he was someone Dick knew.
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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 Mar 5, 2013 19:36:20 GMT -5
Even after landing his kick, Jason’s small frown didn’t change behind the mask and his eyes remained cold and calculating. He wasn’t going to get cocky. That was always a big mistake and it was one he had made constantly in his youth. It was something he had spent endless hours working on to make sure he didn’t make it again. He watched Nightwing show his acrobatic skill yet again by as his attack caused the man to stagger forward into the street and perform a flip to avoid being hit by a car. It really would have been a shame if he had been hit by the car, but at least if he was in the hospital he wouldn’t of been a threat to his plans against the Joker. He heard the question but he took a moment before answering as he was still calculating what Nightwing might do next. “What? Is it not common knowledge that Nigthwing is the protector of Gotham’s sister city Bludhaven?” His voice came out flat and the simple way he said it spewed out that he didn’t want to talk.
Red Hood let out a heavy sigh as Nightwing stopped speaking again. Was he serious? Stopping to talk in the middle of a fight? Asking his opponent who he was and blah blah blah. As if he didn’t have enough reason to be pissed off at the man. “I think we both know that trick never would have worked with you. You’ve survived much worse and you’ve dodged much worse. Riddle me this, if I stopped in the middle of a fight and asked you what your secret identity was, would you tell me?” Jason let the message sink in for a moment. He found Nightwing’s actions to be stupid, but Red Hood wanted to fight Nightwing full on. He couldn’t do that if the man wasn’t going to attack him. Because if and when they fought again he guaranteed that Nightwing wouldn’t be hesitating in the slightest to take him down. ”Didn’t think so.” Jason said after a moment of silence between his last sentence.
Jason jumped on top of a moving truck and flipped off bringing a kick down towards his opponent. “You’re curiosity is of no interest to me and I don’t feel like feeding it.” Oh Dick Grayson did not know that that was just the tip of the iceberg of knowledge he held. If he wanted to, Jason could release the identities of Batman, Robin, Nigthwing, Batgirl, Oracle and about half of the Justice League. But he wasn’t. And after what they had done or rather hadn’t done, that was a lot more than they deserved. Now the fool was chuckling and insulting the knives. Nobody insults the knives and gets away with it. They wouldn’t be so funny when they were slicing through his skin leaving a few not so pretty scars. “If I had a Jack the Ripper fetish I would be lurking in the shadows of London murdering prostitutes in public areas and harvesting their organs.” Red Hood replied as he slashed his ten inch knife in his left hand towards the man. Nightwing was starting to get on his nerves a bit. Perhaps if he wasn’t angry with Nightwing, he might of laughed. But no . . . Nightwing hadn’t avenged him. Batman hadn’t avenged him. Neither of them had avenged Barbara who was now in wheelchair because of the same man who murdered him. Who murdered his mother. Who had filled entire cemeteries in Gotham. That and his overall plan was all that was on his mind at that moment and he was in no laughing mood.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 5, 2013 20:33:13 GMT -5
Okay, apparently he did not seem to be in a laughing joking mood. And he made a few points, but still Dick couldn't shake the feeling. But that would have to wait until after this little ordeal was over with. Dick moved his head to the side so the kick would land on his shoulder instead of the crown of his head. He allowed the kick to land causing him to wince at the pain, but as a counter be grabbed the guy's leg and held it firmly while pulling out his eskrima stick, soon after he used his eskrima stick to block the knife, what would come next would be very painful. As he held onto his leg he jabbed the eskrima stick into his calf muscle, and allowed a charge of electricity to run from the stick into his muscle. Hopefully this would stun him long enough for Dick to unmask him, but if not, he would just beat the crap out of him until he couldn't move enough to stop him from unmasking him. ''Jeez, you kids these days have no type of patience, nor do you have the courtesy to respect your elders'', he said before throwing a thai kick at the man's head before jumping back.
He stood there to see if the trick had taken any affect as he rubbed his shoulder where the kick had landed. Good thing he had muscle there to protect his bones, otherwise he would probably be walking away from this fight with a broken collar bone, perhaps not walking away at all. Either way, the seriousness of the fight had just gone up a few levels. He got into his stance and narrowed his vision, ''Even if you do claim to only be pulling from public knowledge, which I doubt, how could you know what tricks would and would not have worked on me? Pardon my inquiry, but a real villain would have tried it just to try and put me down, but you....No no you are up to something. You're way too good to be a regular villain around here. Someone has trained you, and quite effectively. I wouldn't be surprised if I knew of whomever did it'', he said smirking while still in his stance as he looked on with a fascinated look.
''I have seen every villain this place has to offer, not only have I never seen you. But you approach me with information that none of the other villains have, you know my moves, you move the same way I do, you even sound a bit like someone I knew once, if he would have been able to get older. But you can't be him...He's....'', he trailed off thinking about Jason. It was logical, Bruce trained the both of them, he could tell his mentor's work a mile away. ''OH, And I would not tell you my secret identity. That goes against having a mask, doesn't it'', he said still smiling. Sooner or later he would piss the guy off, and if it WAS Jason, then that would be soon, and he would make a rookie mistake that Dick could capitalize on. Just had to pick his moment.
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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 Mar 5, 2013 21:28:21 GMT -5
Red Hood immediately knew something was wrong. Nigthwing never would have fallen for the attack that just landed. He let it happen. that was not good. The eskrima stick blocked his knife. Jason tried to shake the grip and he would have succeeded if he had any more time but before he could the eskrima stick went into his thigh and released a shock of electricity. Jason let out a grunt of pain as he winced painfully behind the mask. He wasn’t going to let him know how much it had actually hurt. He withheld the yell inside of him. The thai kick landed but his helmet protected him perfectly and all he did was stagger back from the force while taking no pain from it. Jason didn’t even rub his wound on his thigh. No. He wasn’t letting his guard down. Jason rushed towards Nigthwing as he finished talking and disguised a muay thai elbow as a slashing technique from his knife while finishing with a leg sweep. The days of Jason’s mistakes based upon anger and ignorance were long gone. He was no longer the boy who was robin all those years ago. that was his past. he was a completely different man now and a much, much deadlier one.
I’ve been trained by many people. all around the world. Masters of many things. They taught me almost everything I know. Some things you have to learn on your own. And only a stupid villain would have tried to shoot. Many of those around here fit that description.” None of it was a lie. Batman’s training was only a small, little dot on his amount of training. He had trained under the greatest masters the world had to offer. He could kill a man with anything. He knew every way to kill a person and could do each way with ease. His own style was much different from anything the Bat had taught him. Sure he took plenty of aspects from it, but usually he was aiming to kill. Which meant he used much more brutal and lethal methods than anything Batman would have taught him.
Red Hood immediately knew what Nightwing was going to say. he was going to say how own name. Jason Todd. The second Robin. But he had died many years ago now. It was improbably. It was true that up until this point he had been moving like Nightwing. He had to resort to some of Batman’s old teachings for the battle. He had no intentions of killing Nightwing. But he also didn’t want to hold back. He needed to know just how good he was now. How much he would have to exert himself to defeat him should he intervene. Jason didn’t replied to Nightwing’s last comment. He didn’t need to. He had already proven his point on that before. He wanted to fight. Now. He didn’t want to hear anymore of Nightwing’s little comments or interruptions and he certainly wasn’t in the mood to have some kind of conversation with the man. He was goal-oriented and he had things that needed to be done and other people that needed to be dealt with. Not to mention there were criminals that needed killing and civilians who needed saving. After all, Gotham’s crime never slept.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 5, 2013 22:30:22 GMT -5
Dick thought that would have slowed him down more, and he barely had time to dodge the knife let alone the elbow that followed it. He was caught above the eye brow and winced as he was sure it had been split open, he was able to dodge the leg sweep by simply jumping back and felt the wound, it was slightly large, and he cursed himself for not seeing it. He was lucky that the blood staining his face would not run into his eyes as muay thai elbows were meant to cause. The guy used them effectively, and now he had effectively gotten Grayson angry. All of the playful joviality had left him now, blood had been drawn, and now it was time for the shark to emerge.
Dick tossed one of the eskrima sticks at the man's face and ran in swiftly behind it, launching himself into the air and aiming a leaping knee for the guy's head. If he could not get him to take the mask off he would simply crack it open. He landed and threw three kicks, one aimed at the soft tissue on his thigh that he had just used the eskrima sticks, his rib cage, and one aimed at his head. Now was the time to get serious, no way in hell was this punk going to draw blood from him and just think it was okay, he was going to show him pain of magniloquent measures.
His face was solemn as he jumped back building a gap between the two of them. ''I no longer care who your master is, or was. You're about to go down, very.....very...hard'', he said in a low voice as he peered at his opponent through the red lenses of his mask. He was sur to the people watching he looked like some demon or something, and he was about to begin behaving as such. Some nerve on this guy, he thought it was okay to just enter his city, and attack him, to hell with that. He was about to show him just who he was.
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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 Mar 6, 2013 8:18:54 GMT -5
At this point, the old Jason would have gotten cocky and made rookie mistakes because of it. But not now. Jason was not that person anymore. He was smarter, more lethal and saw the bigger picture. His ploy with the knife had worked. Now right above Nightwing’s eyebrow the skin had split. Unfortunately, the blood was not flowing down into Nightwing’s eyes like a muay thai elbow was supposed to cause. Boy was that lucky for Nightwing. it would be rather hard to fight Red Hood if his vision was impaired. His leg sweep had been foiled as well as Nightwing had easily jumped back. Red Hood’s eyes were calculating behind the mask. He could immediately tell that the sanguine, jovial nature had taken a back seat now. It was a good thing too. After all, Red Hood wanted to fight, not chit chat. So he was glad Nigthwing was finally cutting to the chase.
As he heard Nightwing’s words a small smirk appeared on Jason’s face. Of course, Nigthwing wouldn’t know this thanks to the metallic red helmet he wore. This was what he wanted. No more playing around. “Good. Seems you’re finally getting serious. We’ll see who goes down . . . we’ll see.” as he spoke the last words he dodged the eskrima stick and easily deflected the leaping knee with his right forearm, the knife in his hand pointed towards the attacker in hopes it would stab his leg. As Nigthwing landed he sent three kicks in succession. He blocked the one aimed for his wound he had received recently from Nightwing’s electric shock produced from his eskrima sticks. The one directed at his rib cage just got past his attempted block and hit his rib cage hard. He felt the damage, but luckily his vest absorbed a lot of the damage. The last kick landed on the helmet and he felt nothing though it did cause him to move back a step or two from the forced.
Red Hood performed a perfect backwards handspring and landing in a fighting position. Jason narrowed his eyes behind the metal red helmet. In what seemed like a split second Jason had already performed a flip landing in a front handspring into another flip with a swinging kick at Nightwing’s right shoulder before landing a moment later and performing an inner crescent kick at his opponents face followed by a vertical punch directed at his gut. If Nightwing was going to go all out, it was time for Red Hood to unleash a bit of what he had been hiding. Time for the fruits of his labor to pay off. The moves were nothing that Batman had ever taught him. They were a mix of several martial arts he had learned, though much wushu was involved in the attack. Red Hood certainly wasn't fighting at his peak at the moment. He had learned so much since he was Robin. He had become a martial arts master. After he was resurrected and Talia Al Ghul nursed him back to health, he followed in Batman's footsteps and learned from the same masters Bruce had. But he took it a step further. He had learned even more than his old master. He had learned much more lethal methods than his former master and adoptive father. He couldn't just show everyone what he was capable of. No . . . that would be wrong. It would mean his enemies could develop counter measures to deal with him in the future. It was much more plausible to hide his full potential and skill from them until it was required he use them.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 6, 2013 19:06:49 GMT -5
Dick dodged both kicks but took the punch to the stomach but threw one back aimed at the same spot on his torso. He bit back a wince at the blow, once more, the suit and his well conditioned muscles probably saved him from a broken bone. Dick put his other stick away, and since he wanted to play with blades, he would do just that, Dick pulled his tomahawk and instantly swung it at his neck, completely aware that he would dodge, and as soon as he would dodge (IF you do, no godmod intended), Dick threw a powerful push kick before jumping back and holding his tomahawk and an eskrima stick in each hand.
Next he tossed a batarang at Red Hood and he charged back in flipping to his side and throwing a hook aimed at his rib cage, he had learned by now that attacking the head would bwe useless because of the helmet, it was an advantage that he would have to work around. Dick then threw several fast punches aimed at his torso in rapid succession. This technique was just like chopping down a tree, soon enough he would begin to feel the pain from the body shots, and his stamina would suffer. It now was a war of attrition, and he knew for a fact that he could win this. The blood clung to his face, it framed him in a way. Nothing can wake a person up quite like knowing that they are at risk of losing their life.
He stood there, with a messed up feeling that he had been here before, in many ways he had, staring down an enemy who had every intention of gutting him. This was the definition of a thrill. He jumped on a truck that was passing by and expected full and well for his new ''buddy'' to follow him. There was no way they would fight the way they had been and he would just let Dick get away, after all, there were principalities involved in the situation. And yet, through all of this he wondered where his mentor, Batman was. They were definitely causing a commotion.
''Come on, I know you can keep up! I'm sure that mask won't slow you down!'', he yelled back as he stood up on the trailer of the truck. It would have been sooooo awesome if the guy could somehow catch up, and they could fight on top of the truck. A real acrobat's dream.
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Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Mar 6, 2013 21:08:14 GMT -5
Both of his kicks missed, but at least his vertical punch hit. It was a shame. Those kicks were powerful enough to do so real damage. If they hit the right spot they could even knock a man out or kill him. Of course, Red Hood hadn’t aimed to kill Nightwing. He did not want to do so. He knew that the vertical punch wouldn’t have done much damage. Not with Nightwing’s armor and his worked out muscles which could take it. Red Hood landed ready to attack again but before he could there was a tomahawk swinging at his head. Jason moved back just dodging the tomahawk in time before a powerful push kick pushed him back. Jason saw the batarang into coming at him and jumped into the air performing a wushu style jump before landing.
Just as he landed Nigthwing performed a hook to his rib cage that was barely blocked before Nightwing threw several jabs to his torso. He let the first few hit. To make sure he kept at it before he caught one in the opposite hand of the punch before launching another muay thai elbow at Nightwing’s temple. After the attempt he let go of Nightwing before performing an axe kick. Performing a backwards hand spring, Red Hood created distance between himself and his opponent. So far Nightwing was certainly fairing better than Batman had. OF course, the circumstances were different. Red Hood was fighting face to face, fist to fist with Nightwing. When he fought with Batman he was using guerilla tactics mixed with a game of cat and mouse. Of course there were moments he had to engage in hand to hand combat for extended periods with Batman. But still it was a different fight.
Red Hood stared down his opponent. Blood framed Nightwing's face and he didn't look happy. It wasn't a good look for him. But at least it made him look more threatening. Not that Jason was becoming scared. He had died. He had been tortured. He had been broken so horribly mentally and physically that it took a lazaras pit to heal him fully. He was certainly not going to be scared of Nightwing. He wasn't sure anything would scare him ever again. Red Hood watched his opponent jump onto a moving truck passed by them. Jason waited a moment before following him. It wasn’t long after Nigthwing’s truck passed that a bus passed and in no time he was on top of the bus. By the time he was on the bus he had out a gun with his knife. As he ran the length of the bus he fired several shots at Nightwing before he dropped the gun in midair as he jumped to the truck Nightwing had taken to. Rather than land and attack he performed a tornado kick in mid-air aiming for anywhere between the beginning of Nightwing’s neck to his shoulder blade. He used the heel of his boot as the main part of the foot to try and connect with. Jason wasn't going to go easy on his adoptive brother and he certainly wasn't going to let him win. Red Hood didn't just want to win this. He had to win this.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 8, 2013 8:48:44 GMT -5
Dick dropped to his back to avoid the gunfire as he saw him pull the gun out, guns were so.... crude to him. He did not need them to be effective, and he was sure this guy didn't either, but still, they were definitely nice to have when you were chasing an individual, or that individual already has one.He sprung back to his feet and watched as Jason ran up and threw the kick, he pulled his eskrima stick and used it to block before throwing a powerful kick to his chest. Immediately after he flipped back and then charged forward again. He was about to throw a barrage of punches and kicks before the truck hit a pothole, throwing his balance off and sending him flying off of it's top. Luckily he gathered composure in the air and flipped to his feet skillfully and awaited for his opponent to follow.
It was funny, he was bleeding, had been shot at, almost stabbed, and he still didn't feel like this guy was trying to end him. Perhaps he would try prying one more time. He stood there with his arms folded across his chest before pulling a bandage from his gauntlet and cleaning the blood from his face before plastering it down. ''Take the mask off. I'm positive I know you now'', he said as he rubbed his face a bit. It had been awhile since anyone could land such a number of blows on him, he was a master martial artist for christ's sake! The only ones to ever touch him in a fight were Bruce when he was younger, and Jason when he found out that he was taking up the mantle of Robin and wanted to test his ability. Even then the kid only managed to land a few minimally damaging strikes, but he fought the same way. Aggressive, un-yielding, then it had become all the more clear.
Dick had done research on the Lazarus pit as his mentor Bruce's arch enemy Ra's Al Ghul used them to reinvigorate himself after he had become old and decrepit. It was a way to bring the dead back to life. After the kid's death, perhaps Bruce had used the pit to bring him back to life, but the pit had a price, it made the person using it rabid, angry, vengeful. Then once again the possible motives began to fill his head, if this was Jason, which Dick was almost positive that it was, he could have been back to seek vengeance on The Joker for his misdeeds. Dick remembered grieving over the loss of his younger brother, he even found it disgusting that Bruce replaced him so easily, then again Bruce was not the type to get attached.
''I wouldn't be much of a detective if I couldn't piece two and two together. You sound like him, you fight like him, you are angry...Angry because nothing was done to take vengeance upon that fiend who wronged you, yet you were replaced just as I was. And you reinvented yourself just as I did when I felt that I had outgrown Bats'', he was a bit reluctant to say his name, because all the same, he could have been wrong. ''I would have rung him dry myself, but.....Jason... I ... I was just too caught up in our mentor's unrealistic views on crime fighting, You can't let people like him just walk the face of the earth, I know that full and well. But the law must be followed, no matter how much I want to break every bone in his body, then send him to hell for what he did to you'', he said looking down and removing his mask to look at his brother.
''And what kind of brother would I be if I didn't recognize one of my younger brother's temper tantrums'', he chuckled a bit before returning to his solemn demeanor. ''No one deserves what happened to you, I was even more sickened when I found that Bats had done nothing but beat him savagely, Bruce has this deformed sense of right. And honestly I can not say that I am sure that crime in this city can be expunged of crime by just relying on Arkam, I'm not against you brother. Not at all'', he said before looking down. ''But don't let anger envelope you. It is consuming and soon it will be all you know, and the only way you can function. We can do this together, I'm right here with you'', he said.
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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 Mar 8, 2013 13:23:57 GMT -5
Red Hood gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes from behind the metal red helmet. He wasn’t too surprised that Nightwing was able to block his kick. He had just hoped it hit. Instead he took a rather powerful kick to the chest. Even with his protection he felt that one. He braced himself and got ready to fight back whatever Nigthwing was about to0 throw at him, but the truck hit a pothole. Jason managed to keep quite a bit of balance and stayed on the trunk, but he watched Nightwing fall from the truck. He didn’t bother helping his brother. He knew he’d be fine. And he was right. Nightwing flipped in midair after gathering his composure and landed skillfully on his feet. Red Hood easily followed jumping from the truck and landing in a front roll. By the time he had rolled to his feet his gun and knife were away and in each of his hands was what appeared to be a sword handle. A moment later the swords came out of the handles. It was a rare occasion that Jason used a sword. He was a master swordsman and could hold his own against some of the greatest swordsman in the world, but he preferred other methods. Swords required so much up-keep. Plus it wasn’t much fun to use a sword unless the opponent was using a sword. But Nightwing had his eskrima sticks so he had his two swords.
Jason raised an eyebrow at Nightwing. He couldn’t believe this guy. Crossing his arms and cleaning blood from his face in the middle of a fight. He was unbelievable. His eyes narrowed further at Nigthwings request. Was he serious? Red Hood thought they got past this whole ‘talking’ business. The old Jason would have flipped out a long time ago in this fight and he’d definitely be flipping out right about now. But Jason knew how to suppress his anger. He was a lot smarter than the old Jason. He didn’t take off his mask, but he didn’t attack Nightwing. At least not yet. He would let Nightwing have his little monologue if it meant that much to him. Jason didn’t even take his own mask off when Nightwing did. Parts of what Nightwing said touched Jason. Other parts of the speech angered him. It seemed to Red Hood that Nightwing still, after all this time, did not understand. It looked like Red Hood was going to have to explain it to Nightwing. Enlighten him a bit.
“Angry? No I was angry when Batman out me on relieve when I was Robin. I was angry when I got cut off earlier. I was angry when Two-face murdered my father. I was angry when my mother died. I was angry when Felipe Garzonas repeatedly raped Gloria Stanson until she finally committed suicide.” Jason said referencing the man who was the son of a diplomat and got away with his crimes due to his fathers status. Garzonas was the first man Jason ever murdered. That was back when he was still Robin. He had of course, lied to bruce about it. Batman never would have understood. “Now . . . Now I’m beyond angry . . . there’s not even a damn word for how furious I am. But I’ve also spent the last five years learning to suppress that anger. Because it’s taken a backseat. Because I see the big picture. You don’t. Batman doesn’t. What you’ve just said already proves that. What you said is only the tip of the iceberg. You don’t understand. I don’t think you ever have. I practically grew up on these streets. I’ve been a victim my whole life. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because you . . . batman . . . me . . . we took an oath to protect this city and you’ve both let down on your end of deal. So I’ve got to pick up the slack”
“Don’t you get it? This is bigger than me, it’s bigger than you, it’s bigger than Batman, it’s bigger than the Joker and it’s certainly above one man’s morals. You and Batman have always put your own personal morality above the lives of those you’ve sworn to protect. This isn’t Riddler or Poison Ivy . . . this is the Joker. The motive behind killing him should not be my death Dick. Think about the entire cemeteries this man has filled! The countless lives and families he’s destroyed! We’re taking about a man who would blow up a pre-school full of little kids out for pure boredom for christ sake! You and Batman are just as responsible as the Joker for every crime he’s done because you two have let him live. You two have let him go around constantly murdering everyone he sees. Sure part of this about my anger . . . my vendetta . . . my revenge. But it’s more about avenging everyone he’s killed . . . all the lives he’s ruined. And to prevent the countless people he will certainly go on to kill if he’s not stopped. You and Batman have failed this city and leaving the Joker alive is not only a disservice to the people of Gotham, but it’s irresponsible, stupid and overall, it is a disgrace to the memory of every last person who’s suffered by his hands. And as for the law? I’ll have you know there isn’t an officer in Gotham’s police force who wouldn’t kill the Joker if he or she got the chance. Not to mention we’re vigilantes. What we do is illegal to begin with. Why the hell do you think we have to wear masks!” He said finally taking his helmet off.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 8, 2013 17:32:53 GMT -5
He sat there and began to listen to his brother speak on the way crime was, and this made it more and more apparent that Jason still had no maturity when it came to the subject. Killing would not completely obliterate crime as he thought it would. The only thing that would come from killing criminals would be the rise of new criminals who are willing to go to even farther extremes to get what they wanted. They would only devise ways to get rid of people who stood in their way, ways that would undoubtedly prove more violent and detrimental to society. In Dick's head, it was the quickest way to breed more Joker's than the one they already had. A group of individuals who would put take the world hostage to prevent themselves from being killed.
''Listen, you can not view the world as so black and white, everything happens on a continuum, at one end, you have your extreme beliefs, and Bruce's lenient beliefs'', he said looking at his brother as he took his helmet off. His face had grown from that of a child to that of an angry adult who had nothing left in him but the need for revenge. But Dick knew better, he knew his brother was still in there somewhere, and this time around he would not let anyone hurt him. ''And just what do you think killing him will solve?! Will it bring those people back?! You idiot you claim that we are the ones blind when it is painfully apparent that you yourself are the one with the veil over his eyes. You think for a second I don't want to hunt him down and destroy him?'', he said becoming a bit angry at his brother's words.
''You want to suppress the criminals with fear? Does that not make you the very criminal that you seek to eliminate? And as for the police, they are the ones with the badges, let them be the ones who suppress criminals with fear, we are only their aide. Nothing more, nothing less. Beings like Superman don't see themselves as above the law, and he could rip each and every one of us apart like wet tissue, but he doesn't believe he is above reproach, what in your head thinks you have the right?'', he asked. ''My parents were killed by the mobb, I have yet to exact revenge, you don't think I want to slaughter them all like pigs? You fool! You have no idea what I go through knowing that those monsters are still preying upon defenseless men women and children!'', he said his voice building and becoming louder and more rough.
''As retribution I fight them the only way I know how to, I do it in this mask, and this suit, I know every way to kill a man in the book. In many ways, I am a more perfect Batman than Bruce ever was. I know how to find equilibrium, but you are taking it too far. You say your death isn't the reason you want him dead, but up until your death you did not think that way. And using the people he has slain as your reason is foolish, disrespectful, and above all else, you are using them to become the same monster that he is'', he said. ''What about the countless other people in those cemeteries? Huh? Would you like to go and exact revenge for the ones who fell to gang violence? Murderers? What sense does it make? Unless you are prepared to cleanse the city of ALL crime, don't you DARE tell me where I have failed, I'll send you back to hell. Because from where I'm standing and what I've heard you yourself have gone over to the wrong side of the law'', he said clinching his fist.
''You can not eliminate crime, the best you can do is hold it at bay, because there will ALWAYS be some psycho with a plan for something evil, and this is the cold truth of this world. There is nothing you can do besides protect those who you can help, otherwise you are just fooling yourself into something that will envelope you as a whole. But I will say this, The Joker does need to be taken care of, this is what Bruce does not understand'', he said. ''In Bludhaven I learned a few things, that place is worse off than Gotham, We go for the big fish, and let the cops handle the small fries'', he said walking over to his brother and staring him right in the eye.
''You and I together could be what this place needs'', he said.
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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 Mar 8, 2013 20:48:10 GMT -5
Jason could feel his anger rising as he put one of the swords back in order to better hold his helmet. He honestly felt like punching Dick in the face. "I am not an idiot." He said as calmly as he could at the moment. "It won't bring those people back. I don't expect you to understand because you've never been murdered by the Joker. I have and I'm the only living person who has. Speaking on behalf of all of those people he's killed, kill him before he kills again. And he will. I'm not asking you or Batman to run around killing kids spray painting graffiti, Nightwing. But there is a line between criminal and monster. That man crossed it a long time ago. He's not just a threat to Gotham. He's a threat to the whole Universe, and not just ours now. Do you see what he's done?"
The merging of worlds was no accident. And he wasn't helping matters. All it did was create more and more people including more heroes and villains. "Do you know how many people there are on this planet now after what he's done? there's not even enough room for everybody! At the rate we're going society could collaspe. And he'll pull more and more stunts like this. It won't end here. Something has to be done before it's too late. You mention Superman? Hell, why don't we just send the Joker to the Phantom Zone if killing him is too inhumane for you and Batmans liking? But wait, isn't the Phantom Zone like a kryptonian jail worse than death?" He said his voice getting less calm at the ending. It was a rhetorical question to show that Superman's alternate mean wasn't exactly humane.
"Yes, because well Gotham's finest have done such a great job doing that. Look around you! Hell half of the Gotham police are dirty cops for christ sake. And the other half haven't been able to do anything. Because people aren't afraid of the police. Because Police have to act within the law. They have to follow oaths and go to court. No . . . the people they're scared of are the people like you and me and Batman." He said. His voice wasn't angry anymore at this point. He had a lot of things to be angry about but now wasn't the time to be getting angry. "I don't? I don't know? My father was murdered by Two-ace because he tried to double-cross him, I was forced to jack tires as a child to get by and to pay for my mother's medicine so she could stay alive, my birth mother was blackmailed by the Joker into turning me over to him, them the Joker tortured me and beat me relentlessly with a crow bar until I was near death before brutally murdering my mother and myself. So don't you dare tell me that I don't understand what it's like to not have revenge. The Joker is out there right now doing unspeakable things, things that most people couldn't imagine in their wildest nightmares, to women, children, men, teenagers. The whole lot of everyone."
"Don't tell me what my beliefs are Nightwing. You haven't seen the inside of my head and honestly if you had the Joker wouldn't be alive right now." He said flatly. "I had these beliefs long before I died. The first person I ever killed was Garzonas. My only regret is that I had done it sooner. It was back in my Robin days. He had repeatedly raped and abused a good woman. He got away with it because of his father's status as a diplomat. I wanted to send him off to hell, but Bats stopped me. Said we had to watch and wait and blah blah blah. Because I did what Batman said, that woman died. She couldn't take it anymore and she killed herself. I got to Garzonas before Batman. And when I asked him if he was sorry he told me that she deserved everything she got. So I pushed him over the edge of his balcony." He retold the tale as if he had done little more than go to the park. "I always held this belief, Nightwing. But back then I had Batman. The first person who ever actually cared about me. Guess I was wrong about that though. Doesn't seem like he cared too much."
"Actually I would love to do what you just said. I would love to kill all of the gang members, murderers, rapists. They're the scum of the earth." He said staring Nightwing in the eyes. "You know what I see Nigthwing? I see people walking these streets constantly looking over their shoulders, just waiting for one of these mother fuckers to kill 'em. I see decent men, with loving families. Who go home everyday after work and turn on the television. And look at the news. They see mobsters, rapists, murderers, child molester, super villains, all getting out of prison. Drug dealers and pimps, getting caught with twenty, thirty kilo's getting out on bail. Every signle day. Every where. And everyday, every decent person, everywhere thinks the same damn thing. That someone, somewhere, should just go out and kill those bastards. Kill 'em all. Admit it, Dick, even you've thought about it before."
"You're right Nightwing. You can't eliminate crime. Because it will always exist. There will always be someone willing to rob seven eleven. Or a psycho wanting to murder a loving family. Or a child molester willing to kidnap a kid coming home from school. But the thing is, is that once you find out which person it is, you should put them down before they can hurt anyone else. You don't have to kill everyone. Just enough to make an example." Red Hood heard what Nigthwing said. He just didn't exactly know what he meant. "What exactly are you proposing," he inquired skeptically?
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