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               you learn a few lessons                              when you look like me.                you learn not to listen                              when you look like me                you learn to fight hard                              when you look like me                you learn it's not so bad                              when you look like me.

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zatannaxannataz:

@cyvicc

Zatanna didn’t know what she was supposed to do. She didn’t think anyone did in this moment, but she’s at least got the advantage of being able to get herself anywhere- if she didn’t work herself until she passed out from spell exertion, that is- so she magicked herself to the Watchtower, because, well, it seemed as good a place as any and she’s really, genuinely freaking out and needed to see a familiar face before she lost it. “Hello?” Her voice echoed oddly off the walls and her heart hurt and her hands shook unsteadily and when she turned to see Vic, there was nothing she could do to stop the burn of tears at her eyes. “Oh my God- Vic. What the hell just- this isn’t- I can’t… fuck, I’m so glad to see you. I- okay, sorry, do you know if we’re supposed to be doing something right now?”

it was much easier to regain your calm when someone else was standing in front of you, shaking and lost. and while he certainly didn’t know what the fuck he or anyone else was supposed to be doing, being there for zat was a comfort that took his mind off their incredibly devastating failure. “i don’t know what we’re supposed to be doing either...can’t get in touch with anyone. i assume it’s because they’re working to clear surrounding areas. i would be there but bat protocol is someone always has to be here so...feeling useless. but i’m doing my job.” he gave her a small smile, one that was hardly convincing anyone. “—we tried, z.” he gave her a hug, gentle as always, lest she be crushed by his hulking metal frame.

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soulshiines:

dick falls silent.  maybe it’s wrong, but he doesn’t know if he can talk logistics now.  it all feels hollow and pointless.  so he just sits with his shoulder to vic’s and takes a few deep breaths.  it’s a comforting place to be, back by victor’s side.  reminiscent of a thousand battles they once fought together, only to come out laughing on the other side.  maybe this will be the same, one day.  “ they’re okay, they’re alive. ”  he wants to tell vic that he shouldn’t be sorry, but – but they’re all sorry.  they all owe the world a thousand apologies.  “ me too. ”

he really thought he’d never see a bomb like that go off in his lifetime. naive? maybe. he’d just figured whatever was going on they’d be able to stop it. get a handle on it before it got to that. they always came through in the end, it was like their thing. not this time. maybe there was a life lesson in that. but right now it just fucking sucked. eleven million. eleven million! statistically, the odds were that he knew at least fifty people who died today. statistically. “i don’t really know what the next steps are,” he admitted, and then gently nudged dick with his elbow. “we’ll be alright though.” they would be. they’d all heal. the world would heal. that was the thing about humanity, right? supposedly. at least, that’s what all the deep philosophical readings of the world had taught him. resilience. “...but someone has to pay for this.”

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divincdfuture:

     of course he’s right in that – vic could literally be anywhere at drop of a hat. if they’d yet to even pick up a trail…something was wrong, very wrong. babs can feel it, knows vic does too, and she’s sure the rest of the league had certainly caught on to that by now as well. “ no. it isn’t. we’re missing something. the joker isn’t usually this meticulous with his plans. waiting this long to do anything is - ” she pauses, shakes her head, and heaves a sigh, “ batman is everywhere he can be. he’s worked through more of gotham than the rest of us combined. i think he was heading to metropolis, last i heard. probably meeting up with the others. ”

“of course he is,” vic said, sighing complete with a full head drop. “you gotta talk to that man about turning off his location, why does he do that to me? if he thinks i can’t turn that shit on remotely he’s got another thing coming.” well, he could, but he wouldn’t. if vic did all the stuff he could do he’d probably go to jail for privacy invasion. actually, if people were aware of what he did to keep them safe, he’d probably still go to jail for privacy invasion. “joker is your territory, you’d know what’s up. i’m gonna follow your lead on this. you got any ideas where i should branch off into?”

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gothamsrxdhood:

“I plead beaten to death at a young age by a man painted up like a clown.” Jason drawls and shrugs his shoulders. Stone is right, the Joker always wants to get a rise out of someone and the worst thing Jason can do is rise to the bait. If he can keep his cool and compartmentalize all the other stuff that comes with the Joker, the sooner he can put him in the ground. 

It feels like wasting time they don’t have, but it’s the best option Jason’s got at the moment. And his original plan of firing bullets into vital areas until someone begs isn’t completely tossed aside, which manages to get a smirk out of him. “I’ll show you how to misappropriate everything Batman’s ever taught in one fail swoop.” He rubs his hand across the back of his neck, the thin strip of skin where the kevlar doesn’t reach, exhales slowly in an effort to steady his heart rate. 

“Can you–find, people who aren’t members of the league? Like–Titans or whatever?” 

“if only a rough youth slash death slash return excused any future heinous acts,” vic said pointedly. because yeah, the joker should die. he agreed with that. but unfortunately with the code of conduct right now that was a no go. still, he could play a game from the police handbook and just...look the other way. “you won’t be showing me anything man, whatever goes down we’re operating on a don’t ask don’t tell basis. i don’t wanna know. that way when bat daddy asks me what happened i can honestly say my man, i have no idea.”

can he find people who aren’t members of the league. pft. pft! of course he can. so as long as they have some sort of signal for him to lock onto, or if they’re caught on any of the millions of cameras on the streets. “i can find anyone,” he said, and then had to correct himself because obviously he couldn’t find anyone, otherwise he wouldn’t be here having this conversation looking for the joker and lane. he’d be home, watching mr. robot and drinking his strawberry swirly twirly smoothie. “mostly anyone...why. you got something in mind? i’m open to suggestions.”

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soulshiines:

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   “ where’s clark ?? ” dick asks, heart heavy in his chest.  he can’t – can’t begin to imagine what this is like.  clark has been family for so long, and he’s lot everything.  the weight of it is incomprehensible.  “ i know – i know he can’t possibly want to see anybody, just – ” dick sits down heavily and tries to redirect his thoughts.  “ i’m sorry, man.  how’s the rest of the league ??  everyone…doing alright ?? ”  which is the shallowest, stupidest question dick could have possibly asked, but he’s got nothing else to say.

“—last i heard...ground zero. not many can follow him in.” he voice was low, inexpressive, unusually numb. this wasn’t cyborg of the justice league, or even cyborg of the titans. it wasn’t cyborg at all. it was just victor stone. victor stone, who had unplugged from his censors, stopped rolling the feeds of the blast. “a lot of people went dark when the blast hit. i mean dark, dark. i don’t know if it’s the radiation but...” he shook his head and looked at dick. “i don’t know...” it sounded hopeless because it felt really hopeless. and underneath his tone was just a hint of simmering anger. “are you alright? the bats?” he knew dick was close to clark. closer than he was, and he was on the same team. “i’m sorry,” he said. to him. to everyone. they fucked up. they wouldn’t be able to unfuck it. 

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titantroia:

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LANDING beside vic, she slides a hand through her hair before resting her arms across her chest. “we’ve been at this for hours, i haven’t heard any news. are we even looking near the right spot?”

“can’t say for sure,” he said, focus entirely on the data hologram in front of him, projected from his own circuitry. “then again, the crazy fucker breaks out often enough. statistically, one of those times had to be a good plan.” he looked at donna, small smile on his face that was mostly born of tension. “shouldn’t the titans be ‘keeping it cool’?” he teased. batman had given the order for the other teams to stay low, but he’d been on one of those ‘other teams’ before. he knew there was no chance in hell they’d just wait around. 

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gothamsrxdhood:

There’s enough of Stone that Jason could still end him, but he doesn’t say it because he’s an adult who is busy trying to hunt down a murderer before he strikes again. He is kind of surprised that Stone isn’t launching into some lecture about how we’re no better than the criminals if we become killers or whatever the hell comes in the Justice League introduction manual, and he’s definitely surprised that an offer of help follows it. “I don’t know who or what MCR is.” He says and rolls his eyes under the hood, huffs out a breath. “And I’m not laughing.” 

“Looks like you had basically the same train of thought that I did, that he would try and assemble some manner of manpower before making a move. This is basically a holding area, they’ll wait for instructions here–more than likely from Harley.” He turns his attention to the building across the street, grinds his teeth together. “So far my plan is to bust down the doors and start firing until someone gives him up, which is not great and I’m open to suggestions. We track him down we’ll also get Lane–there’s no way that he doesn’t have her, he wants to get to Bruce through Clark.” 

“good, because it wasn’t a joke. i’m 100% serious, you have the vibe of a man who listens to mcr in eyeliner staring wistfully out of a window into the rain.” he would, when this was over, hack into jason’s phone and download a full mcr playlist just for him. but right now he didn’t have the time for that. “you gonna find your zen now, man? because two heads are better than one and three guns are better than two.” 

he listened to jason’s assumptions, which all sounded fairly reasonable to him. besides, red hood would know better than cyborg when it came down to joker’s status quo. “yeah, i wouldn’t go with the ‘door busting’ plan. seems cathartic, but i don’t think it’ll get us very far. and i’m all for a forward approach but considering the stakes maybe we should play it safe. wait for them to make a move. maybe it’ll lead us in the right direction.” victor stone was not a ‘wait and see’ kind of man, but he knew when they were on the short end of a stick. and this was a damn short stick. “it’s not a fun option but i think it’s our best one. stake them out. give it some time...if nothing happens we move to plan ‘b’.” he nodded to jason. plan b was more or less...smash and bash. but that would be more red hood’s thing. vic might have his own opinions but as a member of the league he followed their rules. 

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divincdfuture:

@cyvicc | starter.

   “ cyborg – it’s oracle. diamond district and east end are clear in gotham. no sign of joker or lois lane. ” slowly but surely they’re marking off every little part of the city that they could be; every minute the joker is out there is one more minute for him to unfold whatever he has up his sleeve this time. babs feels sick.  “ how’s it looking from up there ?? any word from superman or wonder woman ?? ”

vic was, for all extensive purposes, a walking super computer (with a few canons here and there). for these kinds of situations, he mostly only trusted himself with the tech. but if there was one person he’d feel comfortable handing the reigns over to it was oracle, who’d proven herself one of the very best. “it’s looking like shit nothing,” he said, not bothering to filter his distaste. he had a really bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. “oracle, you know how this goes. with both of our skills? we should have been able to find them by now. this isn’t right...i got word from wonder woman, both are still in the field. what about the bat?” 

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gothamsrxdhood:

Jason’s lost track of how long he’s been out searching–it doesn’t matter when it’s the Joker, it doesn’t matter that Jason’s given up killing. The Joker has always been the exception, and he’ll keep going until either he’s dead or the clown is. 

The warehouse he’s been watching for–however long it’s been–is finally starting to show some signs of activity and he wheels around, only to be presented with a body in front of him. “The son of a bitch had better hope I’m not the one who finds him,” He says through gritted teeth, his hands twitching towards his guns. “I’m not letting anyone else die because we let this murderer walk free, now either get out of my way or I will make you.” 

now, vic didn’t really have any qualms about jason finding the joker. fine by him, really. he knew it wasn’t really in the superhero play book, but by his standards, anyone with a body count that high should join them all in the ground. or in the furnace, because fuck him he doesn’t deserve a grave. but no, see, what he does have a problem with is vague threats. vague threats before, he might add, properly assessing his company. “number one,” vic started, raising one finger to count off. “don’t make threats you can’t come through on, i’m not a two-bit thief and your big bad shiny red helmet isn’t scaring me. number two,” he said, second finger going up— “no one is trying to stop you here, do you see me trying to stop you? if i were, believe me, you’d be stopped.” so there was just a little bit of ego going around. so what? vic had earned his ego, dammit. “third, i’m following a trace so if you want to help you’re welcome to, but if you’d rather stay in this whole mcr bad bitches wanna be me phase then have at it.” he shook all three fingers at jason, throwing back whatever attitude he’d been given, and then popped up a small projection of his track screen. “this area look familiar to you?”

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titantroia:

“BUT vic!” she pouts clicks a few more photos quickly, then turns the camera off. “however will you be america’s next top model if you complain so much?” she teases before stepping forward. “don’t worry i got the photo. wanna go grab some pho and beers? i probably owe you it after making you be a model.” 

he laughed—a loud and honest to god laugh, which was really something he’d been needing. “oh please, like they’d even let me on that show as a pity case. though i do have one badass sashay, if i do say,” he said, rhyming with a flair, a dramatic hand to his chest as he looked off into the distance. cheesy. “you do owe me some pho and beers. in general. everyone does, my general existence should inspire some sort of food offering. but no really it’s cool, i’m just glad i could be out here representing my fellow machines with some amazing photography.”

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bxastboy:

“Did you say something?” Gar pulls one of his earbuds out, pauses in his pursuits of shoving handfuls of dried cereal into his mouth. Milk is a fools errand, the product of an uncreative mind who doesn’t like their sugar products a little on the dry side. Or someone less lazy than he is right now. 

“And don’t give me that millennials always be on that phone look. Or that that’s disgusting what is he doing look–I know what I’m about.” 

“but the ‘that’s disgusting what is he doing’ look is my default look for you. i can’t change it now it’s like a built in auto-pilot that would take years to correct and i just don’t have that kind of time.” he picked up the box of cereal to inspect the type—it was very important. “what’re you snacking on. is this that good stuff or is your uncultured ass eating some off brand cereal?” he laughed, kidding as always.

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teddork:

“IS IT SUPPOSED TO LOOK like that?” the question slips out of his mouth before he can stop it– maybe it was none of his business but he was curious. his head tilts slightly, brows furrowing and he waits a beat before, “i’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to look like that.” 

“you know what, thank you for your input, but i think i got it,” he said, shooting ted quite the look over his shoulder. his irritation was mostly compounded by the fact that...well, no, his cookies were definitely not supposed to look like this—burnt. sad and burnt and all melded together like he’d taken a blow torch to them. “i don’t need your sass, i need you to beat some more eggs in a bowl so i can make a better batch.”

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titantroia:

“IF you could just tilt your head slightly,” donna asks, adjusting her head showing what she wants. then she lifts the camera up, ready to take the photo. 

“as much as i respect your creative process...if i have to hold this pose for another second i might just rust into this spot like the damn tin man.”

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bxastboy:

Gar rolls his eyes, but he can’t stop himself from smiling at Vic’s assertion that he could be league at some point. He’s been kind of down on himself since the whole thing in Coast City, with everyone throwing around all kinds of things about how maybe he should have just taken Tiger Moth out when he had the chance–he had her between his jaws, he could have done it. Maybe he made the right call after all–or something. “I expect you to bring my name up in every meeting until it happens–like yeah we could invite another Green Lantern, but this Beast Boy dude seems legit. They really should call him Beast Man, or Beast Mode.” He deepens his voice and does his best Vic impression, which he’ll be the first to admit is really kind of awful considering how much time they spend together. 

“A malfunction you caused!” Gar scoffs and pops into a bird form just so that he can squawk and make his feathers ruffle. “I was winning, and then it malfunctioned and came back up and declared you winner, which was clearly an inside job. I’d swear it to Batman about it if I didn’t think he would kick my ass with just his eyes for it.” 

“wait—you wanna join the league?” he asked, because he’d been joking around before. not because gar wasn’t league material, he was (according to vic). but he hadn’t thought he was interested. “i’ll start pushing your resume, dude. slip it in with the big bad bat’s reports. i’ll subtly influence everyone with my low key name dropping. i got your back, beast mode.” his rolled his eyes at the attempted impression. “oh my god. you’ve known me for how long? and that’s the best you got? insulting. i’m insulted. that was bad, and you should feel bad.” it was all in good spirits, of course. playful scathing insults were part of the friend code. 

“don’t you bird me! you’ve got no proof. i’m an honorable and upstanding member of society and i don’t have to take this.” he laughed and leaned back on the couch. “naaah, he wouldn’t kick your ass. he’d just give you a look that cuts to your very soul. no biggie.”

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soulshiines:

   “ that’s why i get all my news from the national enquirer.  they keep me up to date on the real zeros.  the legion of lizard people secretly running the underground freemasons. ”

“excuse me, but are you shit talking the good lizard citizens of this world? i won’t have that. not in front of my salad.”

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oceanraged:

   victor is an undoubtedly smart man, and mera lifts her chin at the assurance.  she’s not exactly a hero, but the sentiment is nice all the same.  she crosses one leg over the other and watches victor carefully for a few seconds.  “ could you…explain to me ??  what is this about ?? ”

“this?” he asked, nodding to the headline with his chin. “this is about—well, i guess it’s about a lot of things. but i think it boils down to limits. you know, we gotta play by the rules, but lately there’s been a lot of talk about re-writing those rules to better suit the kind of world we live in now. which, by all accounts, is an f’d up world.” he sighs and shrugs one shoulder. “they’re mad because people died. hell, i’m mad because people died. and we know the league of assassins is out there. we know. and we could go and you know...take ‘em out, and prevent future casualties, but that’s against our rulebook. until that book is changed we have our hands tied and people don’t seem to realize that.” he tiled his head. “...how are things in atlantis with this stuff? you all got some sort of death penalty trial and error? or is it more...monarch style.”

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doublcedge:

    “ there’s nothing quite as therapeutic as running my swords through someone who talks too much. ” she’s only half-joking. maybe. her deadpan delivery does nothing to tell otherwise. certainly, however, she is annoyed. “ do you not have somewhere else to be ?? some sort of public image to patch up ?? ”

“oh please,” he said, pressing his palms together in prayer, bouncing them a bit for extra measure. “please, be my guest. i’m just waiting for you to pull something. so go ahead. make my day.”  his eyes (or eye, rather) narrowed at her flippancy. he did indeed have a public image to patch up. it was part of the reason he was here. the other part? making sure she didn’t get away with a single thing ever again. a tall order. arguably an impossible order. “i’m exactly where i’m supposed to be. what about you? have a secret meeting to go to where you can discuss all your fucked up prerogatives?” ...he was more than a little salty that she’d gotten away, and he couldn’t do shit about it.