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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
Brotherly Love (Nightwing)
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 8, 2013 21:34:57 GMT -5
He was preaching to the choir at this point, he wasn't saying anything that Dick didn't know already. This kid must have thought he was talking to someone who was completely out of the loop. ''I have thought about it, but who am I to judge? Am I God? Am I Satan? No, I will protect those who I can and those who I can't, well that goes without saying. All I'm saying is, you are setting yourself up for failure Jason. You're just going about this all wrong, yes criminals fear us, but do we want the innocent people to fear us too?'' , he asked looking at the red helmet in his brother's hand. In many ways it was a symbol, red was both of their favorite color, yet it held so much more meaning than that. It was like their passion, though very different in their aims, they both had the same goal.
''I'm saying that what better way for us to do what Bruce couldn't than to team up. I watch your back, you watch mine. We finish the Joker, because he DOES need to be ended, and after that we can do for this place what Bruce should have done from the beginning'', he said looking up into the night sky and thinking of how advantageous this could be, two young guns, both in the prime of their lives, both willing to take the step to protect those in the city that had no heart for anyone. They would become this cities TRUE Dark Knights. ''As I said, Bludhaven taught me a few things that Bruce kept me from. There I saw it all, I saw babies taken and used for extortion, women used as sex slaves, old people victimized in their own homes, and you know what? It made me so angry that one day I snapped, and I killed an entire ring of drug and weapons smugglers, and you know what I did after? I hung their corpses from a building so that all of the criminal scum in that place would know that Nightwing was no longer going to put up with them'', he said.
''I tried to apply the things Bruce taught me, his morals, his beliefs, but then I realized, I'm not him. His methods are flawed, his logic is laden with fallacies. Fear is useful, but you must use it correctly, send a message with it, and that my brother is what you and I will do'', he said. ''I changed the logo on my uniform to red for a reason, the eyes of this mask, they glow red, to let criminals know that I am a demon, and will drag them across the river sticks if I must to protect the innocent'', he said. He had not made it a practice to kill villainous individuals, he still found that jail had a place, but for some jail was only a slap on the wrists, the only way for them to be kept from society was to put them in graves.
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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 9, 2013 0:19:40 GMT -5
"From what I've seen and heard, the innocent people want these people dead. Besides people in general fear those that are more powerful or stronger than themselves or who have authority. It's why almost everyone fears the cops despite if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear." Jason said simply. Jason felt no matter what they did people, innocent and bad, would fear them at least to a degree. "That's not to say I want them to fear us. That's the thing Dick, people want us to go out and get the bad guys. Judging is in the job description. They want us to protect them, they have to accept that they can't have it all the way they want. They label us their protectors, that means we have to judge the threats. Sure some we shouldn't kill. For example, Two-face. And you know how I feel about that bastard. He murdered my father. Ruined my entire childhood, even though it was ruined before it happened, he made it worse. But even though I'd love to kill him, I know that Dent's not a bad guy. Two-face is. He's a person that there very well could be a way to help. I'm not the same kid I was back then Nightwing, I've spent five years training in everything imaginable.
"We're caught between a rock and a hard place in the sense that we can't send the ones that are the bigger threats to jail. Mostly because anyone with an I.Q. above twenty five can find a way to escape Arkham Asylum. You don't have this damn problem in Metropolis. Because they actually stay in jail and asylums over there." Jason really had a problem with Arkham Asylum. He felt it needed to be ruled with a more iron fist. And that they needed to find ways to keep them inside the prison. "Oh and by the way, take it from someone who's died; There is no heaven or hell. It all just fades to black. Endless blackness. Just like the disappointing ending to the Sopranos." Jason had loved the Sopranos back when he was first alive. Then he came back and whappa what the hell he finally watches everything he missed for the second most disappointing ending to any television show ever. The only worse one was the ending to Lost.
Jason waited for his adoptive brother's answer. He was intrigued by what he had to say even more now. Just what exactly was he proposing. Jason arched an eyebrow. This was one of the last things he expected to hear come from Nightwing and certainly hadn't expected it to take this turn when he had attacked. "Why now? Why after all this time? How come now that I'm back you're going to kill the Joker? You could have done it when you believed me to be dead. How do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know you've changed?" Red Hood found it quite hard to believe. After all, Nightwing had quite a lot of time to do what he was saying he was going to do. He wanted to believe his adoptive brother, but there were so many holes he saw. And for one, it did not sound like the Dick Grayson he knew. But then again it had been years. A long time. Jason had surely changed in that time, so why couldn't Dick have changed?
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 9, 2013 17:44:52 GMT -5
He had changed, his ideals and everything were now warped, Bludhaven had made him hard, he still did not readily want to kill anyone, but he recognized killing as a useful tool against crime. His brother would have to trust him, he was ready to take that step against the Joker, and maybe a few others, but The Joker was a definite. ''Killing is useful, not warranted in all cases, but it is definitely useful brother'', he said walking over to him. ''Oh, and if you EVER try to hit me like that again, I will rain down on you with endless noogies and atomic wedgies'', he said wrapping his arm around his brother's neck and noogying him. He missed this kid so much, but he wasn't even a kid anymore, neither of them were. They were men in their primes.
''I would have, but by the time it happened, I was already knee deep in Bludhaven crime. And when I heard, I assumed automatically that Bruce would end him, but sadly I was wrong'', he said looking down and releasing his brother from his noogy. It was true, Dick would have come back and finished The Joker off himself, but he left that to Bruce, whom apparently could not handle that on his own, or refused to, whatever the excuse was, he knew he had to be the one to put the fiend down, and hard.
Dick was happy that his brother was back, but he did wish his mentality was different, the Lazarus Pit had a way of making those submerged in it rabid, and full of rage. But he knew this was still the Jason that he had known all those years ago. And he wanted to help him, he wanted to make sure that he wasn't killed again. The best way to do that was to be his partner and have his back at all times.
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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 9, 2013 22:49:24 GMT -5
Jason did not lower his guard one bit as Dick began walking over. He was still skeptical about this all. His composure showed he was ready to swing his sword skillfully at Dick at any moment should he try anything. he raised an eyebrow at Nightwing as the man began to talk again before throwing his arm around his neck and beginning to give him a noogie. Jason hadn’t felt like anybody had cared about him in a long time. That was except for Talia of course. She had done more for him than anyone ever had. She found him in the coma in the hospital. She nursed him back to health. He kept his rebirth a secret from Batman at his request. She financed him. Even when things looked bleakest for his survival, Talia had not given up on him.
Jason found his brother’s actions annoying and even attempted to pull away from the noogie. But in truth, this was the first time other than when he was with Talia that he actually felt someone cared about him. It was a great feeling. But he didn’t let it show. Not a bit. If Nightwing turned on him or was lying or trying to protect him in some weird way, it would be a lot easier coping with it. “What? Afraid I might permanently scar that pretty boy face of yours?” He wasn’t sure if his brother was honest about what he said. He didn’t detect any signs of lying. And he was a master detective. “I suppose it was Batman’s responsibility more than anybody else. It still is. But he’s not living up to his responsibilities.” Jason knew that Batman always meant well. But that didn’t change what had to be done. And if Bruce wasn’t willing to do what needed to be done, well, then he would step in and do what needed to be done.
“Bats should have ended him a long time ago. Long before even I died. Even before he paralyzed Babs. If it were up to me I would have killed him the moment I laid my eyes on him.” Jason admitted. He would have. The only reason he hadn’t was because of Batman. Bruce had been the first person to ever show any caring feelings towards him. He took him in and raised him as his own son. And even Jason could admit he had been a troublesome tyke. He wasn’t even that great a Robin back in his time. At least in his opinion he wasn’t. He hadn’t listened to directions. He was impatient. Full of rage that he let control him. He botched operations of surveillance that took months of careful planning. Of course, he had grew so much since then. His methods could not of been more different. The way he dealt with things was so different. “Even if Bruce didn’t want to kill him . . . the least he could have done was put him in a full body cast and every time he began to heal the tiniest bit he could break him back into his cast.” Jason said darkly, but truthfully. Even if he didn’t want to kill him . . . there were ways of permanently dealing with him. “Or put him in a coma. Though if you’re the kind of person that would pay life support for that bastard, I probably wouldn’t care much for you as a person.”
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 9, 2013 23:11:55 GMT -5
Now the mood had changed entirely, and now they were acting like brothers instead of enemies as they had been acting before. He smiled at his brother's comment about scarring his face, Jason could do that, and Dick had a gash to prove it, but he wouldn't let Jason know how much better he had gotten, because in honesty, Dick still felt he was better, for what reason he did not know, the fight they had just gotten into indicated that they were equal, but Dick had to maintain that mentality.His brother's obsession with the Joker was beginning to bother Dick, he was back from the dead, and all he could think about was finding and killing the Joker, given Dick would probably want the same if he had been through what Jason had, but he imagined that his brother would be much different as a grown up.
''Dude, fighting you made me hungry, let's go get food'', he suggested as he pressed a button and watched as his custom motorcycle burst forth from a nearby alleyway and parked itself in front of him. ''You're back man, let's go get some chicks, I'm sure you have got to be thinking about something other than the Joker, we will get to him soon enough. Let's get you some rest and relaxation, the body will only go as far as a rested mind can take it'', he said motioning for the two of them to go. He plastered his mask back to his face and then placed his helmet on.
''I know you have a bike, that jacket says it all, you know girls love a guy who drives a motorcycle'', he said throwing the hint that he should follow suit.
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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 10, 2013 0:36:26 GMT -5
Jason still wasn’t over the change of the emotion of the environment. It seemed like one moment they were trying to kick each others asses and now they were acting like brothers who hadn’t seen each other in years. Of course, it was understandable that they were acting the latter. After all, Nightwing had just found out that his brother was alive. A person he had thought he had lost forever. Someone he had seen dead. A person he had grieved for. A person he had attended a funeral for. Red Hood of course, still had the Joker on his mind. What was that menace doing at that moment? Causing a five car pile up? Blowing up an old person home? Slaughtering baby bunny rabbits for fun? All seemed like sick and twisted things the Joker might do in his spare time. Jason found that he thought of the Joker way too much. It was unhealthy. But hell . . . if it helped him in his overall goals he would suck it up and be unhealthy.
Jason raised an eyebrow at Dick’s hunger comment. His offer. “When did you turn into Kid Flash?” Jason commented. He remembered the short tenure with the Teen Titans. How That guy would constantly eat obnoxiously at super speed. Especially after any battles. Then it was worse. Jason of course, didn’t know that Wally had changed his super hero name. He also wouldn’t care. He had never bonded with him or been close to him. He hadn’t been close to any of the Teen Titans as a matter of fact. He hadn’t been there long enough to actually become attached to anyone or make any friends. Of course, the fact that everyone expected him to be like Dick and come up with some kind of plan to help them all the time and lead them like the former Robin did not help at all at the time.
Jason watched Nightwing’s custom motorcycle burst out from a nearby alleyway. Jason wasn’t going to lie. The motorcycle was definitely cool. And Jason did love motorcycles. If that wasn’t obvious from his outfit he didn’t know what was. Jason looked skeptically at the offer of girls. The actual offer and the mentioning of something other than the Joker did bring something to his mind actually. Talia al Ghul. Five years ago Jason had developed feelings for the woman. Of course, she hadn’t reciprocated them. She was in love with Batman after all. Besides, he had also been younger than. But the feelings never had actually gone away. “You sure you want to go out in public with that gash? If you do we’ll be forced to admit to any girl that asks who really won this fight.” He said meaning himself partly joking. He had a feeling that both of them had held back quite a bit. At least, Jason knew he held back exponentially. He would be a fool if he believed that was Nigthwing’s absolute best.
“I do have a motorcycle,” Jason replied, “I have several. I just didn’t bring any of them.” He admitted. A motorcycle would not of helped much in a fight against Nightwing. Not to mention he really would not of needed it close by for a quick escape on the account that he had been trained in stealth. He could easily slip back into the blackness whenever he needed to. Jason did however have one of his many safe houses nearby. there he had a motorcycle as well as close and other essentials like food, water, guns and of course a motorcycle. “I do have a safehouse nearby with a motorcycle.”
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 10, 2013 17:24:40 GMT -5
Obvously they would not just go out in the clothing that they had on, which wasn't really clothing in Dick's case. They had to change and such if they planned on going out somewhere this evening, how easily the feeling of the situation turned from ''I'll kill you'' to ''I love you bro!'' was funny to Dick, but he wouldn't say that out loud. He heard Jason say that he had a safe house nearby, so he figured he would meet him there, or they could just make their way there on foot, as he was not about to have hs brother riding on the back of his motorcycle, holding onto his waist...just wasn't about to happen that way. He leaped off of his bike and pressed the same button and watched as it made it's exit. ''Well let's make our way then, I wish you had your bike with you'', he said an annoyed look on his face.
''Where is this safe house of yours?'', he asked stretching his arms out a bit. He always had cache's of weapons and clothing around the city in case he had to make a disappearing act. Good thing one was close, approximately two blocks away, Dick didn't know what kind of clothing was included in the cache, but he hoped it was something cool. He knew there would be a hat, and blue jeans, black jeans, or cargos, you could never pack too many clothes after all. ''I'm following your lead kiddo'', he said smiling.
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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 10, 2013 18:26:50 GMT -5
Something that was good about Jason’s costume was that it really wasn’t much of a costume. He could slip back into a crowd and not be recognized as the Red Hood by simply taking off the helmet. It was clothing he could seriously go out and wear. In fact, it was the kind of clothing he wore daily. Red Hood was glad when his brother put away the motorcycle. There was no way he was riding on the back of the seat, the bitch seat, holding onto his brother’s waist. That was not something that was going to happen. Ever. Jason’s eyes followed the wonderful bike as it disappeared back into the alleyway. Jason arched an eyebrow at his brother while he placed his metallic red hood helmet back on and it locked on again. “You kidding? I know what it’s like here. Little bastards jacking tires left and right to get by. Hell, I used to be one of the little bastards.”
“It’s not far.” Jason said taking out his grappling gun and grappling up onto a roof. Landing in a sprint he quickly made it to the other side of the building and jumped. He landed on a moving car from which he quickly performed a flip off of and used his grappling gun in mid air to get to the next roof. It went like this for about five minutes. With Jason leading the way while jumping from roof top to roof top until finally he stood on top of a building looking into an old abandoned warehouse. Red Hood jumped doing a front flip into the building through an open window. As he landed he had turned on his thermal vision on his helmet and was holding a stylized knife and an automatic gun. Looking around ready for anything, Jason eventually deemed nobody else was there.
The place was very dark and it was near impossible to see in there. That was until he turned the motorcycle on and the headlight blazed through the warehouse lighting it. The warehouse was old and rather empty other than the tables he could flip over that had tons of weapons all on them. There was enough firepower in that one warehouse to have a full out war in a third world country. Of course, a ton of it was very high tech. There were also suitcase full of money from every country, fake passports, fake driving licenses, everything. Jason took off his metallic red helmet and placed it with a ton of other ones next to what was at least a months worth of rationed food. He had tons of these places. Not just in Gotham City, either. He had them all over the world.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 14, 2013 21:35:08 GMT -5
Dick followed behind his brother closely as he darted through the air and from roof to roof. He began to smile to himself as he noticed what an accomplished acrobat he had become. Before, he had problems keeping up with Bats and Dick himself, but now Dick was the one who was struggling to keep up, not because he was slow though, but because he couldn't lead a race to somewhere that he had no clue about. He stopped atop the roof top and watched as Red went through the window to what he assumed was the safe house. He sat on the edge of the roof and watched as he brought his motorcycle out. Dick smiled at the bike, it was indeed cool.
Dick dropped from the ledge and caught a grip onto a window seal and used it to flip onto the ground, he then pressed the same button and watched as his bike screeched around the corner and came to a halt in front of him. He swung his leg over and re-equipped his helmet. He sat there and waited for Jason to meet up with him and he thought of a potential issue. ''Hey Jason, can you bring me some clothes, I can't go out dressed like this'', he said.
Dick figured they wore the same size in most things, Dick was perhaps taller, but their build was the same with the exception of that. He hoped that Jason would bring him something cool, and not completely dorky. They were going to get girls and food after all, things that young men their age were supposed to be doing.
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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 15, 2013 17:49:59 GMT -5
Red Hood watched as Nightwing summoned his motorcycle. Jason raised an eyebrow as his adoptive brother swung his leg over onto the motorcycle and put on his helmet. He was about to point out he needed new clothes, but Nightwing beat him to it asking for some of his clothing. He didn’t see why not. Dick was a bit taller than him, but they were probably about the same size. ”Sure, I recommend you change inside unless you wish to strip down nude in a dark alleyway in early March,” he said waving a lazy hand for him to follow him as he walked back into his safe house. He had a nagging feeling that he should have gone through the window again. ”The front door isn’t as fun as the window,” Jason said simply as he walked over to a large suitcase which he opened up to reveal a lot of clothing. None of his red hood gear was in there. That was on the walls and on top of tables.
”I figure we’re the same size, but hell if it’s a bit smaller on you so what? It’ll just make your muscles look bigger anyway,” Jason said flatly as he shuffled through clothing. Shuffling through some clothes, Jason eventually pulled out a black short sleeved shirt branded with a cool depiction of the Ac DC band logo. He picked out a pair of nice faded blue jeans, a belt and a pair of timberland boots. before handing him the clothing. ”I do hope I haven’t caused you to soil yourself,” he said as he took a black leather jacket off a rack of cool jackets and threw it on top of the clothes he had just handed Nightwing. He pointed to the bathroom where his brother could change in privacy before he turned to look at a bunch of poster pictures of various criminals, most of the pictures being prison photos. The photos were separated into two categories of Kill and the second being Apprehend If Possible. Most of the Apprehend criminals were less known and less dangerous, though there were a few rather well known criminals on his apprehend list such as Victor “Mr. Freeze” Fries and Harvey “Two-face” Dent. The other list were numbered in a most wanted sort of format. The Joker being number one, Bane being number two. He did not have much of a grudge or vendetta with Bane. he was number two because he viewed him as the second most threatening villain to Gotham.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 17, 2013 10:40:28 GMT -5
He would not take his costume off, rather he would just put the clothing over it, you never know when you may have to go back to crime fighting, crime never stopped after all. ''Um, I'll just put this stuff on over the costume, bro'', he said as he followed him inside the building and watched as he gather the clothes he would be lending Dick. He grabbed the jeans and slid them on and was happy when they fit him almost perfectly, next he threw on the shirt, and then the jacket. It wasn't the most stylish, but it would suffice for now. As he was lacing up the boots and looked up at his brother and smile a little. ''Thanks man, now where should we go'', he asked.
He stood up from the seat he was in while tying the boots and looked around at the pictures on the wall, this place was definitely not the high tech fortress that Bruce had, hell even Dick's loft had it's gadgets and flipping walls. But being that Jason had more than one perhaps that was enough in itself. He had a lot of villainous people on his list, this did not surprise Dick though, his demeanor had changed a lot, whether for the better or for the worse, Dick could not yet tell. ''There is this bar down town that should be a hot bed this time of night. Good food, broads, all of that'', he said as he walked over to the window and waited for his brother to follow. Then it hit him, he and his brother were now old enough to drink, sure they had snuck drinks out of Bruce's wine seller before, but now it wouldn't get them in trouble. This was shaping up to be a better night than he thought.
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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 17, 2013 15:32:07 GMT -5
"Good idea, you never know when you might need to fight crime," Jason replied as they entered the safe house. "It's why I wear something I can easily slip back into the crowd with." He picked up one of his helmets. "That is, of course, other than the helmet. Though I do own some normal masks that can be kept on with spirit gum should it come down to that. I don't necessarily like them though. If you actually know the person it's rather easy to recognize them just by the way they look." It was true. He really did prefer his metal helmet to masks. Not only did it give his head protection, it also served as numerous tools. It was also the defining characteristic of his outfit. It was also a symbol. The Joker was the original Red Hood. Many others had worn the costume as well. But none did it quite the way Jason did. He wore it because it was the Joker who ruined him. Murdered him. Tortured him. Turned his own birth mother against him before killing her. It was his sign that he was done with all of it and he was going to put an end to it.
Jason didn't much care about the social scene. He had ultimately stayed away from it since he had come back. Mostly because he was supposed to be dead. But also because everyone he cared about was a crime fighter and hadn't done, in his opinion, what they should have done. He felt abandoned by them. Like he didn't mean anything. There was also the fact that he was so consumed with his duties as the Red Hood that he paid little attention to anything else. Also, there wasn't exactly anyone he could go and hang out with. He didn't much care about women either. Sure, he was straight, but he was so consumed in his efforts as the Red Hood that he rarely ever looked twice at a woman. Much less sleep with them or have conversations with them or start friendships or relationships with them. His life was dangerous. And he put every last bit of effort eh had into what he did as the Red Hood and extensive physical exercise. He didn't exactly have the time to go around hanging out at clubs like some college student. In fact, the only reason he was going was because it was Dick.
Despite how angry Jason was at not only Batman, but the bat-family in it's entirety, he still craved to belong. He still missed them all. They were the closest thing he ever had to a family that actually cared for him. Even if he felt that they hadn't cared about him. Bruce had taken him in, adopted him, treated him like he was his own son. But he had failed not only to save him, but refused to even avenge him. And if it wasn't to avenge him, he should have killed the Joker for Gotham's sake. He then wasted no time in replacing him with a new Robin. Then there was Talia who had cared enough to bring him back from the edge. Who he cared for. Despite what she did for him, she hadn't felt the same way he had. There was his father who hadn't much cared for him when he was a child and died when he was young. His step-mother, despite all of Jason's efforts to keep her alive and how much he cared for her, did not truly care for him. There was his birth mother abandoned him and his father when he was a newborn baby and who turned him over to the Joker betraying his trust and leading to both of their demise. Even after his birth mother had done everything to him he had still tried to save her. After all of that, he had an unshakable feeling that no one could ever truly care about him.
Jason hid his Red Hood helmet in the inside of his jacket before he followed Dick to the window. "Let's go, then." He jumped through the window after turning off all of the lights. He walked over to his bike and took his black helmet off of it. Putting on his helmet, Jason got on his bike and revved it. "Lead the way," he said waiting for his adoptive brother to drive.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 19, 2013 17:46:01 GMT -5
Dick revved his engine and took off down the street after securing his helmet. He weaved in between cars skillfully and even popped a wheelie before pushing the speed up to about 120 mph. He sure hoped his brother could keep up with him, and after several left and right turns he found that they were close to the bar. He was gad too, because he was down right starved at this point in the evening. He slowed down and parked his bike in the space before sitting his helmet on the seat and taking the key out. You could smell the food and alcohol from the parking lot, now this was the life of a 25 year old bachelor. As he stepped through the door he saw a beautiful scene, packed with young ladies in skin tight skirts and such. Just wonderful.
He made his way to the bar and sat on an empty stool that had another right next to it that Jason could sit on. He waved the bar tender over and began to order. ''Yo, let me get a dozen hot wings and a pint of beer, please'', he said smiling as it was an attractive young lady, no doubt he would be leaving here with her number, among many others. ''Order what you want Jason, it's on me'', he said as he turned around to see the place was a bit packed with biker gangs and women. A choice crown tonight. No doubt there was some macho tough guy who would object to Dick hitting on his girl, and he would have to beat him senseless, but that was the fun of it. And besides he had his brother with him, so that took any doubt from his head. Not that he would not do the same alone, but Jason's presence was a good thing.
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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 20, 2013 9:00:15 GMT -5
Jason easily followed his brother. It wasn’t that hard. But unlike his brother who seemed to like to show off a bit on his motorcycle, Jason didn’t pull any tricks. He kept it plain and simple. No pop-a-wheelies or tricks. Just straight up driving his motorcycle right behind Dick. He didn’t need to do anything fancy. It didn’t take too long to get to the club, though Jason could tell just from the outside that there would be lots of people inside. Just his luck. He would much rather of had a club that didn’t have too many people in there. He didn’t like it crowded. He wasn’t claustrophobic, he just liked his space. He figured most people did. But Jason was a bit . . . socially unhealthy. He had his reasons of course. But it was still unhealthy how he didn’t get out much and how he rarely talked to people.
Jason heard what his brother ordered for himself. His deep-set brown eyes moved to see the bar tender who was a rather attractive young woman. Not that Jason was paying too much attention to that. His eyes they moved to scan over the packed club. Jason reached into his pocket as he was going to buy something but as he did so Dick told him that whatever he wanted was on him. A most generous offer. Even if Jason could buy whatever it was he needed or wanted. Jason’s eyes moved over the different drinks wondering which he’d get. He certainly wasn’t going to get shit-faced. The last thing he needed was a terrible hang over. But hell, it was the first time in six years he was actually out doing something other than killing, crime fighting or training. And he was with his adoptive brother. Jason returned his attention to the bar tender as she returned with Dick’s pint of beet and wings. “I’ll take a black velvet.” Jason ordered aloofly. He would order some food in a bit. He wasn’t sure what he wanted yet. “So . . . what’s been happening with you,” Jason inquired?
He wasn’t just asking to create small talk or something. He actually wanted to know how his brother was doing. even if he was still angry. Even if he still wasn’t sure whether Dick was genuine about killing. Not just anyone could kill. It took a special kind of person. Someone who was knocked down time and time again no matter how many times they stood up until finally, one day, they just broke. Someone or something broke them. Something horrible. But they had to of had it in them to begin with. No matter how deep down it was. It had been there before. It just finally surfaced. From what he remembered, Dick was jovial and sanguine. Not a killer. Jason . . . Jason was a killer. He wasn’t cold-blooded or a sociopath per-say. He felt things. He felt anger, sorrow, regret . . . he felt all kinds of emotions. His own emotions were part of the reason he did what he did. He just believed that the safety of Gotham’s residents was more important than himself, his morals or his feelings. He had given himself to the city in a way Batman was never able to bring himself to do. And he really hoped Nightwing was genuine about it all. It would be such a shame if he wasn’t. They could do a lot more working together than they could separate.
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Post by Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson on Mar 22, 2013 15:58:00 GMT -5
The music was loud, and it made his brother's words a bit harder to hear. He got the most of it though, perhaps he should tell his brother how working in Bludhaven was, maybe, but that'd probably enrage him more. And in a public place like this, one of their arguments would not be all that okay to have. So he would go a different route. ''Uh, it's been slow around here, to tell you the truth, I've found that the city is really more peaceful it was before I left'', he said still looking around the place. It was natural for his head to be on a swivel, nothing escaped his notice, it was a useful skill.
He turned back as the bartender delivered their drinks, ''Your wings will be right out in a sec, sweety''.
Her voice was soft, and the adding of ''sweety'' gave Dick the impression that she was taking notice of him. Now he could have been imagining that, and she was just being friendly. Either way he would say something to her before the end of the night. Picking up his beer Dick took a swig and tastes the fresh smooth drink. ''How's about you? What's been going on? mean...Besides the obvious'', he said knowing what is brother was doing in his spare time. It was what they had been trained to do for years and years now.
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