✪ we will remain. | multi-fandom superhuman rp. [v.2]

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Valkyrie Cain ¦ 15
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location: unknown alleyway ¦ tags: open

The dimly lit alleyway was the first thing she could register with her own two eyes when the dizziness that threatened to tear her head open faded away. There were no discernible sounds other than the slow, faint dripping somewhere below the surface. And then there were the tacky smell of a sewer and the unpleasant sensation of water trickling down her hands.
Valkyrie abruptly stood up, taking a sharp breath. That place was definitely not where she went to sleep last. Despite the fog that plagued her mind not even a minute ago, the (assistant) detective began trying to put two and two together. ~I definitely don't know this street. Fletcher wouldn't just teleport me without telling me beforehand about it... Something really odd is going on.~ Bending a knee so it can support her weight, the girl stood up, dusted herself off and examined her surroundings.
She instantly put her hand over her other one, making sure that her ring was still positioned securely on her finger and felt the pleasant relief of confirming her hopes. After all, no ring meant no necromancy. And that would truly be a loss - she was a natural in that field. The next thing that stood out to her was that the alleyway did not look like the ones back in her Irish hometown, Haggard - instead of being occupied by wide streets and small cozy houses the area was narrow and surrounded by apartment buildings in a borderline claustrophobic fashion.
Val didn't like that. Not at all. ~Skulduggery would have realised by now that I'm gone, Tanith, Fletcher and Wreath would have checked already.~ She took her phone out of her pocket. No missed calls, not even a single text. She tried calling and then texting every number she had saved but none of her attempts were successful. Strangely, there was no reception so not even her parents would know that she wasn't home. At least her reflection was there to fool them into thinking that she was alive and well, living a normal life. But that was no reason to celebrate. ~There's something wrong with this situation.~ The young magician put her phone back in her pocket and braced herself - she had appeared in an unknown place for no known reason, unable to contact anyone. With her hands in her pockets and determination flashing in her eyes, Valkyrie did what she always did, what her uncle Gordon used to always praise her for - she took matters in her own hands and stepped out of the alleyway and onto the street.

[sun]

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` the red hood, jason todd ´
in uniformx|x22x|xtagged:xbruce wayne, hit, lucifer morningstar



xxxxxxOne by one, Jason feels the wrinkles forming up between his brows as the irritation sneaks in once more, knocking the cranium with impatient fists and wails of damnation. The underperformance was truly grinding his gears - what good was he if he let all these fools constantly distract him from his schedule? But then he hears the smaller pair of leather shoes join him. His eyes brighten up. And although he might never admit it, for the brief moments it lasted, it had granted him a pinch of reassurance.

xxxxxx“Indian Hill?” the strange name is repeated, tasted by the expert of the underworld, though without the wanted results, “Never heard of it. Suppose it must be one of the fancier places, though it cannot get much fancier than Arkham. Either way, I’d think twice before throwing assumptions like that to the wind. You may find out not everyone’s as nice as yours truly. Might lose your tongue even.” Red Hood, locked up with the filth that plagues Gotham? If the staff of the designated jailhouse didn’t serve death penalties, then the inhabitants would jump at the chance to take care of that. Free of charge. Which probably explained why the Batfolk hadn’t placed him behind the bars. Aww, such a loving bunch they are.

xxxxxxWith these bitter thoughts circulating, as the crazy yet not so farfetched idea of him representing a family comes up, Jason can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “I guess you could say that. But it’s more like I have never met someone who doesn’t know of the Bat. To be honest, it’s far better this way.” With that out there, this kid could not be from Gotham. The rich, the poor, the criminally insane – the Caped Crusader’s reputation reached them all. And while the delivery method may vary, surely there could not be a rich family so occupied by their conceited practices that they managed to miss the ridiculous posters, headlines, God, even t-shirts and action figures, full feature movies? Especially since most - if not all - of them were corrupt anyway. Unless this particular one had just moved in… still very unlikely considering global investment. But then, what was Indian Hill and why did he not know of it? Was there some memo he didn’t get?

xxxxxxThere isn’t much time to think about it, for finally the creepier of the creeps decides to speak up in the most discreet fashion, succeeding in snatching Jason’s attention but perhaps not with the desired outcome. Really, you would threaten a mere child into your twisted game? The very idea pushes the man under the helmet close to explosion point. He turns on his heels, shocked to find out that the youngest of the group was already basically shaking hands with the devil. Yet he is even more shocked to hear a name… a name he’d never heard mentioned or associated outside the Manor. He shakes his head. He must’ve misheard. Or then the kid truly was fresh to Gotham. Or just weirdly fixated with the place. One or the other.

xxxxxx“No, I’m confident he’d put you in the corner for giving in so easy and forgetting your principles,” the Hood counters the boy’s vocal thoughts before concentrating on the newest reason for his provocation. “You want me to point my weak spots too? Share all my secrets and call you my best-est pal?” His voice is significantly lower, and if you listened closely you could detect the wrath slipping in, for if there was something he detested more than getting children involved, it was being told what to do. Most of all, belittling his experience. “If you are so pathetically dependent on other people then perhaps you should stop and think for yourself a minute. Then punch yourself in the gut. Then come back and maybe, just maybe, I’ll listen to your nonsense.” The fact that the person whose remarks he’d blatantly ignored remained silent during this whole exchange indicated that they agreed with the method this purple being was passing. And he had faults in his decisions?

xxxxxxWas it not for the presence of the heir apparent, then Jason would not have held back with his confrontational behavior. Only a few seconds away from point of no return, he relaxes his stiffened muscles and turns away his burning gaze. “Kid. We’re wasting time,” he grunts, trying his best to keep his head cool, “Let’s go. Now.”
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[inkerbelle.]

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𝖪𝖤𝖨 𝖭𝖠𝖦𝖠𝖨
永井 圭, nagai kei / 18 / tagged; carson, asha, hal
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As the conversation continued, and the tense atmosphere diminished, Kei gradually became less anxious, making this fact known to the others in the room predominantly by his posture. He had relaxed his shoulders, and he now slouched as he stood. He sighed. He had quickly realized that these two most likely shared the same circumstances as Carson and himself. And they didn’t seem like a team either, something else they shared. The man and the young woman didn’t seem like they knew each other from before, he figured that much from they clothes they were wearing. They didn’t match. At all. Another thing they had in common with the him and the archer.
Kei tsked when he heard the two strangers talking amongst themselves. It seemed as though there was a bit of clash between them, but neither chose to take their differences beyond lame remarks and dumb nicknames. It was nothing serious, but they just looked like they wanted to do things their own way. The ajin was beginning to think that he’d had enough of all the pointless banter. That was when the man turned his attention away from the woman, and finally turning the brightness of the room down a few notches, something Kei’s eyes were extremely grateful for. He then started to directly address him and Carson again. Kei quickly realized that he’d have to do all the explaining, for obvious reasons. He loathed having to do so, but figured that the faster he answered questions the sooner this conversation would be over, and they could get on with surveying the area. “We’re fine,” he breathed, his demeanour showing quite a bit of disinterest. The man went on to introduce himself, in rather unnecessary detail. Or at least the details were deemed unnecessary only to him. “None of that seems familiar to me, sorry. I’m Kei, that’s Carson,” the boy said, motioning to his companion. To be honest he hadn’t considered if Carson would have wanted to be introduced as such, but it was too late for that now. If the archer had cared for aliases then he shouldn’t have introduced himself by his real name in the first place. Or at least Kei assumed that to be his real name.
He tilted his head somewhat when the man, Hal, had asked for his two cents on how it was they had ended up in the grey abandoned city. He pondered this for a moment, but couldn’t quite think of a reason. “I honestly don’t care to know how we got here. I’m not in a hurry to leave either. Things aren’t too good for me where I live. Ideally I would have liked to leave the country. Guess i got what I wanted.” Kei had chuckled to himself slightly near the end of his sentence, finally showing the man some emotion other than impassive. Well, that and the initial fear from when they had first met.
The woman chimed in soon after, introducing herself like Hal had. But she stopped midway. Kei noticed that she was looking at him, at his shoulder. Several curses played in his mind as he listened to Prowless ask him about his wound. He didn’t know why he had even thought they wouldn’t question him about that. It was understandable, he would have done the same. “Oh,” Kei began, his voice sounding nervous for split second. “I cut myself with some glass a little while ago. It’s fine really,” he said while shaking his head and backing away from her. He wasn’t about to explain that an invisible and super moody ghost-thing had done that to him. They weren’t in immediate danger of the IBM, like Carson had been, so he’d rather not go through the trouble of explaining the enigma that was an IBM twice in the same day. They probably wouldn’t understand anyway, so what was the point?

[ghostlyhamlet]

Bruce Wayne || sixteen || human || fandom; gotham || location; street || tagged; jason todd

When the other counted his words about his butler and practically family member, it caused the young man to pause and ponder on who this man was. He couldn't possibly be anyone from Wayne Enterprises nor could he be from the GCPD, if he was then they sure have eased up on their uniform and dress code. But yet again, he would've met him before and would've recognized his voice and the man would've recognized him too, so that ruined that idea of his...

As much as he wanted to find out information about what these two were and what they had planned, he nodded along with his current companion as Bruce had inferred that he was indeed from Gotham, but why didn't he know about Indian Hill? Doing a small sigh he turned to follow the uniformed man and waited a few seconds before speaking, although keeping his head facing forwards and his voice calm and steady.

"How do you know of Alfred? Is he a friend of yours, I ask because he hadn't told me about any new..." he then paused as he tried to think of the best word, "associates in town, or well, I should say out of town," the teen hummed as he glanced over at the hooded figure. He truly wished he could see what this man looked like, could see his facial expressions and reactions to his words, as it'd help him judge what kind of person he truly was.

"Do you have a name? I take it The Red Hood isn't your given one," he said as he glanced around where they were at, the fog was clearing up greatly since they began walking along the street and with a quick look at the sky he also realized that although it felt like he was here for ages, the time of day had seemed to not change, which he found very particular.

Fiddling with his hands in front of him now, since he released the hold on his knife as he had a feeling that this man wouldn't do him harm, mostly because of his actions he showed earlier and that he knew Alfred and a friend of Alfred's was a friend to him...at least most of the time. "I'm still a little surprised you haven't heard of Indian Hill...have you been in Gotham long? You must be new to not know of it and what happened to it."

The teen then attempted to fix his suit, which was in a semi-wrinkly condition due to him sleeping in it and waking up here in it. He honestly still didn't know what happened to make him here, last thing he remembered was the dinner party he was forced to attend, was there something in a drink he drank? Was this another trick from one of Gotham's underworld creatures? No, it couldn't be because where and why would they also capture all these...interesting characters.

Dug || immortal || dog || fandom; up || location; street || tagged; xeria dream, rin okumura

The golden retriever looked up as he could scent another being and his ears perked hopefully as he hoped that it was his masters, but his ears drooped again as he realized it was not. The normally positive pup was starting to feel the extent being alone without his pack and now he was feeling the tug of sadness. Letting out a small whimper, he let the two talk before looking up and standing next the seemingly weird smelling human.

"My name is Dug," he said in a saddened voice, "I miss my masters," he added as he sat down and hutched over, letting out little whines here and there as he waited for the person to introduced himself.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| 1000+ | Male | DBS | Tags: Lucifer, Bruce, Jason
❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎❞

For a moment, the young man considered Hit's offer. Just when he prepared to accept aid from the inhuman, the masked man reinserted himself into the conversation. If the situation were any different, the assassin would have already moved on from the clear lost cause. The "Red Hood" as the boy referred to him seemed intent on keeping him separate from any other group, which was more than a dangerous move in a situation as unpredictable as this; it was suicide. His expression hardened as he listened further to the other's scoldings to the boy. They seemed to be from the same place, as Hit heard the name Gotham mentioned a few times, but they didn't know each other beyond that. He trusted his own skill to keep himself safe, but aside from the knife the young man had clutched in his pocket, he looked near defenseless. I've had enough of this. Hit closed the distance between himself and Red Hood, placing himself between the masked man and the young boy. A firm hand on Hood's shoulder brought him to a halt, the assassin's eyes void of any hint to what he was thinking. "This is where I draw my line when children are involved." He growled in a flat tone. "I don't trust you to protect this one alone." He deduced earlier that any cooperation would be based on trust, and this man was remarkably resistant to any proposition. "If you want to keep wandering alone in the dark then I won't stop you. But leave the boy out of it; he will make his own decision." On this, the inhuman wouldn't be taking no for an answer.

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Valkyrie Cain ¦ 15
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location: unknown street ¦ tags: open

Desolated streets weren't a novelty to Valkyrie. She's been in the Faceless ones' realm already, after all. The only sign of civilization there was the half-destroyed town of what seemed to be a once thriving society. But the street she was observing was nothing like that - everything was still intact, apartment buildings were undamaged, there even was a small, unassuming shop with a sign that read 'OPEN' on its door just near the corner despite the fact that the supposed rush hour was not observable at all. It's like all the people who once inhabited the area have suddenly up and left. That was not how the Faceless ones 'do their thing' so the possibility of their presence was excluded. Utter destruction and chaos followed wherever there were all-powerful, bloodthirsty creatures.
Valkyrie started walking down the street slowly, in direction of the shop. Her gaze was scanning her surroundings, vigilant for any movement. But there wasn't. Her only company appeared to be the buildings around her, devoid of any inhabitants. There didn't even seem to be any street animals either, which is an especially unusual phenomenon in urban areas. As much as the girl didn't like to admit it, that place was triggering a faint, but persistent feeling of anxiety in the back of her head. The young sorcerer has been on her own once already and the experience wasn't pleasant - nor for her, neither for her partner Skulduggery Pleasant himself so she couldn't help getting at least a little nervous. Even the prospect of some ragged, crazed lunatic attacking her seemed like a good possibility, just so she'd know that there was some form of sentient life in the vicinity. And she could take him, after all.
After wandering around the street and inspecting the buildings towering above her from the outside Val decided to give the shop a chance. She could see her own faint reflection in its window, as if they were approaching each other in synchronicity. That reminded the girl of her 'original' reflection, the one that she used to conjure nearly every day. She'd come out of the reflective surface and act as her replacement - she'd go to school, spend time with her parents and then transfer all her memories of the day to Valkyrie before returning into the mirror. Now the reflection in the window was transparent, like a ghost. Fitting for the ghost town her owner had found herself in. The teen observed the 'OPEN' sign for a moment before entering the door and carefully letting herself in.
The many shelves and tables, each one the resting place for all kinds of books, revealed the place to be a book store. It was a good start - maybe there would be guides and pamphlets for the city that could provide basic information. The girl took a few careful steps deeper into the store, inspecting the books placed around. There was fiction, poetry, self-improvement and so on but nothing of value was present. Valkyrie scoffed. She had to know something, anything about the city, at least. So she got down to work and started rummaging around the numerous shelves and tables, toppling over a few large tomes that fell down with loud 'thumps'. But she didn't care. She had to find information about the city. And there didn't seem to be a single soul around so why bother about some noise?

[Rusty20]

Meda Stone: Tags: Valkyrie Cain

Meda had recently woken up from a particularly deep bout of meditation and found herself in a crumbling building within a city and world she didn't know. She wasn't extremely suprised though she'd read about deep meditation carrying you to different dimensions, The more pressing questions were why and where she was everything happened for a reason and as a Medicine Woman/Shaman she knew this all too well and had long since come to accept fate at face value. She could feel her heavy book of Alchemy in the bag slung on her back she knew a lot of the simpler mixtures by heart but it was still reassuring to have it with her. Then she started to look around while talking to herself a trait some considered crazy, But she was smart enough to know it really was only thinking out loud, "Now where could I find a...... Sssssuccesssss!"Hissed Meda as she found a old broom handle. "This will do nicely, Now to find a cauldron and other living creaturessssss." Hissed Meda.

She slithered through the crumbling city feeling and hearing nothing, But the vibrations of rocks falling off the slowly collapsing buildings, "What a desssssolate and dark place, This place feelsssssssss sssssssssso off......." Hissed Meda as she slithered along the road.

Then all the sudden she felt stronger vibrations from a nearby store and immediately went to investigate, Entering she could see as well as feel the heat from another. Instinctively her long forked tongue flicks out to test the air as it's sense of smell is much stronger than her human nose. Human female pheromones with traces of dark magic.......... She immediately spotted and then approach the young woman a teenager if she didn't miss her guess her eyes immediately drawn to her ring sensing it's immense power and then she spoke, "Hello Sssssssssssweetie I am Meda Sssssssssstone, Naga Sssssssssshaman, Medicine Woman, And Alchemissssssssst. I sssssssssssee you have a ring of necromancy, That is powerful and dangerous magic. You must be very responssssssssssssible for your age to not be dead yet while wielding a weapon of that power, I highly resssssssssspect that in one of your age young one..........." Hissed Meda.

Xeria Dream: Tags: Dug and Rin Okumura

Xeria followed Dug for quite awhile until she finally smelled and heard someone. They didn't smell quite human definitely male and there seemed to be a touch of brimstone to his scent as well.

Upon getting close she saw him he was a young human looking man about her age. "Hello I'm Xeria Dream and I'm not a squirrel, But with this tail of mine I can see the resemblance. I came from a different planet I'm what humans call a Alien." She said smiling brightly and showing her sharp carnivore teeth inadvertently in the process as her tail wagged quickly bringing up a small dust cloud behind her. "And no we're not Demons, But by your tail and the touch of Brimstone in your scent I'd guess you are......" Said Xeria.

R.O.S.A.L.I.

R: Robotic O: Organized S: Sentient A: Artificial L: Learning I: Intelligence: Tags: Emerald Sustrai

Waiting on ShadowOfTheBird.

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location: bookstore ¦ tags: Meda Stone, open
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Who knew a trip to the bookstore could be that tiring? Certainly not Valkyrie. For what could have been half an hour she checked aisle after aisle, shelf after shelf, title after title until her hands started feeling just a tad bit tingly. And despite her efforts there didn't seem to be even a single pamphlet around that could lead her to some kind of clue regarding this city. After going around through every aisle at least twice, the girl slumped against the wall, still clutching a large tome of what seemed to be an extensive fantasy trilogy. She smirked slightly - that could make a beginner's potential blunt weapon. She stood against the cold wall for a minute so that her state of mind could return to normal. You know, without the anxiety. Then she used it to propel herself forward and head for the shelf she'd taken the book from.

And then she froze in her tracks, hand still reaching out for the shelf. Her perception registered the next moment as if reality went into slow motion. Someone or something slid through the store's door, smoothly and almost without a sound, in the corner of her eye. The sorceress instinctively assumed a defensive stance, tome still in her hand. But what she saw nearly threw her off guard - whatever creature stood in front of her was none that she's ever seen in her life. She, Valkyrie assumed, looked like an impossible hybrid between human and serpent, of which the latter was predominant. Green and black scales along with a yellow underbelly that extended into a long tail were the most prominent feats her vision registered. Her humanoid look included arms, long black hair and symmetrical facial features. The snake lady was wearing a tube top, black skirt and some sort of amulet around her neck. She had a bag and was holding a broom for unknown reasons. And then she spoke. Valkyrie unintentionally raised her brows in surprise - Meda Stone, as she'd introduced herself, figured out that the girl had concentrated her Necromancy power in her ring, without even having its capabilities demonstrated. That was unnerving - obviously, the odd stranger knew her way around magic. Valkyrie squinted her eyes "You figured the basics out real quick. Fitting for a shaman, I must say. " she said smoothly. No point in probing the serpentine's skills out for now. "I've seen the end times several times already. And prevented them. I suppose that makes me responsible." the girl shrugged - dealing with deranged maniacs and fighting monsters had become a part of her day-to-day life. "Thanks for the compliment and introducing yourself without attacking me, surprisingly." she declared, never leaving her defensive stance. Valkyrie had just the faintest suspicion that Meda wasn't a resident citizen, which would make them two if she was right. So she went straight to the point "Are you from around here?"
Meda, if her words were authentic, had an array of useful skillls connected with alchemy and medicine. That would make for a great acquaintance to have. After all, Valkyrie had the habit of getting nearly fatal injuries and without the genius doctor Kenspeckle Grouse around to patch her up it'd be a wise decision to have another doctor on her side. She'd better get over herself and make an ally.

[Rusty20]

Meda Stone: Tags: Valkyrie Cain

Meda watched her every move as she spoke and then replied. "No I am not from here. I may ussssssssssually prefer sssssssssolitude, But thissssssssssss place even unnervessssssss me. I originally though I ended up in another dimension through deep meditation, But now I'm not ssssssssssssso ssssssssssure. It feels like sssssssomeone is playing with usssssssssss..........." Hissed Meda. Then she opened her mouth and unfolded her giant fangs that were dripping green venom then quickly refolding. "But anssssssssssssswering your earlier question being deadly poisssssssssssssssssonusssssssssssssss I do not have much to fear and I do not enjoy conflict.............."

"I sssssssssssee your confussssssssed about what I am well. Naga'ssssssssssssssss usssssssssssssssssed to live on Earth long ago, I ssssssssssuggesssssssssssssst that you read into your world'ssssssssssssssss mythsssssssssss sssssssssome of them are real. And the broom is only a temporary sssssssssstiring ssssssssstick, If I can get a pot I can do sssssssssome Alchemy........." Hissed Meda

Xeria Dream: Tags: Dug and Rin Okumura

Xeria followed Dug for quite awhile until she finally smelled and heard someone. They didn't smell quite human definitely male and there seemed to be a touch of brimstone to his scent as well.

Upon getting close she saw him he was a young human looking man about her age. "Hello I'm Xeria Dream and I'm not a squirrel, But with this tail of mine I can see the resemblance. I came from a different planet I'm what humans call a Alien." She said smiling brightly and showing her sharp carnivore teeth inadvertently in the process as her tail wagged quickly bringing up a small dust cloud behind her. "And no we're not Demons, But by your tail and the touch of Brimstone in your scent I'd guess you are......" Said Xeria.

R.O.S.A.L.I.

R: Robotic O: Organized S: Sentient A: Artificial L: Learning I: Intelligence: Tags: Emerald Sustrai

Waiting on ShadowOfTheBird.

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` the red hood, jason todd ´
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xxxxxxA sharp inhale escapes through the filters of the headgear as the Hood leads on like some substandard version of Pied Piper. Never had he ever asked for such menial task yet here he was. Folks back at home would laugh at his face for weeks. The longer this boy kept talking the less sense he was making, and the closer he was driving Jason to a headache. “Y’know, you do sound like a typical Gothamite with that vivid imagination of yours – deranged and out of touch with reality. Putting senseless words in my mouth to carry through whatever fantasy you’ve picked to pursue,” the remnants of his tantrum still waltz over his tongue, coating it with viper’s venom like a freshly sharpened dagger, his characteristic sass converted to pure insults, “You should tell this Alfred person to cut off the sugar from your daily diet. And also perhaps loosen the leash a little - let you out for at least ten minutes a day. Brats these days are far too hooked on their social medias anyway.” Perhaps there was more sense involved than he initially suspected. This Indian Hill the kid kept bringing up… could it be a cover-up term for some gun smuggling project that was successful? Or maybe they’d been forging dollars in their dusty little cellars, and bam - billionaires? The kid was talking as if it was a big deal, something every unfortunate soul should be fully aware of. Though bragger and god complex were fairly common themes with these mafia types no matter the reputation or the achievements. It was tiring to say the least.

xxxxxxSuddenly something grabs his shoulder tightly, insidiously, and for a moment his mind goes blank. Dark. Threatened. On the very next moment every single nerve of his body catches fire. Only a split-second later his hand has been reunited with an already stained switchblade that quickly and without any hesitation is slashed towards who- or whatever it was that had touched him. “Are you out of your mind?” he snarls as his grip on the blade tightens, his breathing heavy, staring at what turned out to be that persistent fool still hot on their trail. It slowly occurs to him that it could’ve been the boy instead, and at this, he briefly feels his heart sinking. However, if they truly originated from Gotham then they should know better than to lay their hands upon him. The constant questions and odd assumptions, and being completely unaware of the concept of secret identities strongly suggested otherwise. But since it wasn’t the boy, any signs of mercy were cast away. “What? You’d rather have him walk alone, then? ‘cause there’s no way I’m letting him walk with you,” Jason hisses back, his arms somewhat trembling from the physical contact which to him had been a declaration of war, eyeing his opponent through the helmet with furious eyes, “You’ve truly got some nerve, suggesting you’re the superior choice here. Judging from what I’ve heard so far from these non-humans I’ve come across, I bet you don’t even know Gotham by name. To put it simple enough to get through that thick skull of yours, if he goes with you he’s never getting home.” Jason turns his head to the boy, scoffing ahead of time, “Unless of course you’d rather end up dead somewhere, forgotten. Yeah. Sad. I know. Electronics don’t work so no search party is gonna find you here.”
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