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Jason chuckled at his brother’s answer to getting called a swine. Being from Park Row, Jason did not trust nor liked cops, and had no fear shooting it out with them. However, because of Bruce, Barbara and her father, Jason had gotten to respect a few of them. With Dick within the GCPD? Jason now fully trusted Gotham’s finnest… For the moment.

“Red Hood? Nah… I wanna check up on something else…” Hearing the GCPD had barely anything on Red Hood made the younger Batchild smirk. Although the smirk was replaced almost immediately after he was told Bruce had plenty on him. “I bet… Did he psychoanalysed me in any of it? I love it when he psychoanalyses,” Jason teased. Truth be told? Jason was a bit nervous about speaking to Bruce. They had not seen face-to-face in quite a bit and he wasn’t sure what to expect.

Hearing Dick’s shame and guilt made Jason lower his case. Perhaps it was in part his fault that Dick felt so hopeless. After all, Jason had not gone easy on the first Robin. However, Jason was compulsive. In that moment, he had been so goddamn angry, so hurt… Jason had died, truly died. And to then find out that Dick had been lying? It had pushed buttons… He’d gone off on the elder vigilante, fists attempting to show the anger his words could not express. And yet, how could he not forgive Dick? “Don’t beat yourself up for it, Dickling,” he said, although his voice was far less playful than the actual words he spoke. “I’m still reigning Prodigal Son. Never gonna change unless I decide to stop killing–” he mocked Bruce’s expression on the word killing. “But you better watch out if that day comes,” Jason said, playfully nodging Dick. “Really though,” he said, meeting the other’s gaze. “Don’t beat yourself over it. I went off, but here I am, right? If they don’t come around, we’ll just beat some sense into them.” Jason shrugged.

At his brother’s invitation, Jason smiled. “I don’t blame you. Too many lions in the same pride. Can’t wait to see what your nest looks like,” he giggled. “I’ll follow you on my bike.”

Dick raises an eyebrow at Jason’s worse, his curiosity piqued at the request. It would be easy enough to get some files for him if he really needed them, but he wanted to know what they’re for too. “You wanna clue me in here, Little Wing? I can’t exactly get you info if I don’t know what I’m looking for.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Probably. I don’t know, I don’t really have access to the files anymore - have to go to the Batcave for that. He probably psychoanalyses all of us though so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Hurting his brothers was something Dick never wanted to do - he never wanted to go on the damn mission in the first place, and if he’d had a say in it things would’ve been different. None of them had held back on showing him just how hurt they’d been, either, but Jason had definitely been the most open about how the betrayal had affected him. And Dick deserved it, he knew that. He’s just glad things are better now, that they’ve moved on and their relationship is in a better place. “You can keep the position, Jay. I don’t think I’ll ever win it.” He says with a weak, hollow laugh. He’s never quite measured up to the son and sidekick Bruce wanted, never quite been good enough, never quite met his expectations, and Dick is beginning to feel like he never will. His brothers are better, though - they can make Bruce proud. They have, and Dick knows they will continue to do so. “We’re not beating anyone, Jason.” He insists quickly. “I hope you’re right, though. I don’t like.. being at odds with them all like this.”

He returns the smile and nods his head, waving for Jason to follow him. “You’re not the only one with a bike now, you know.” He says as his smile turns to a grin.

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Jason smiled. "We'll talk about it at your place," he told Dick, a hand squeezing his brother's shoulder. "And just relax about the family, I promise they'll come around," he added with a big smile. Once Dick began to smile and laugh again, Jason felt a wave of relief crash through him. In moments like this one, Jason wished they could've always been like him. If he had just let go of his anger a bit earlier... If only the Joker had not ended him the way he had...

Quickly shaking the thoughts out of his head, Jason focused on the present. And as he chuckled at Dick's motorcycle comments, a stranger's hand gripped his shoulder. A cold blade tickled his Adam's apple, making the undead vigilante freeze. His muscles tensed up, his demeanor changing completely.

"Look what we got here, boys," a deep voice sang from behind his left ear as two figures circled in on Dick. "Yo, pretty boy! Give my friends all your cash and jewelry before your little homie here gets a wide smile-"

"Lets put a smile on that face," the Joker's voice whispered in his ear as he beat Jason with a crowbar.

Wrath began to flood through his very veins, gaze focused on Dick. When he caught his brother's gaze, Jason nodded. His way of telling Dick he'd be ok... Because he would be. "Poor choice of words to use against a Gothamite," Jason chuckled. Before his attacker could reply, however, Jason elbowed him in the nose-- a sickening crack following the crash of his elbow against the man's face. Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, Jason took the knife from the armed thug and tossed it clear across the basketball courts. "My brother and I don't do well with threats."

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Jason munched on some of his findings and then picked at some of the stuff Cassandra had been snacking on. When the younger Batkid squeezed his arm, Jason smiled affectionately. “For the moment anyway,” he told her, patting her head. “Until things calm down anyway. Maybe you’ll want to come with me some time, Cassi. Even if just for a while,” he proposed. “You’ll like it. So much to see, learn, explore… Ass to kick,” he added with a mischievous smirk.

Cass shook her head at the offer, smiling even as she did. “Belong… here.” She explained - Gotham needed her, and in a way, she needed Gotham. Plus, staying here meant being close to most of her family, and with the limited time she had left with them, she wanted to hold onto every second. “You too.” She said pointedly, raising her eyebrows at him to suggest there was no disagreeing with. “Kick ass… here.” She smirked at him.

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Although Jason instinctively smirked back, he pondered on her words. Sure, Cass only spoke a few, and yet they were some of the most powerful words Jason would ever hear. "Gotham will always be home," Jason began, a hand bringing the Mountain Dew to his lips. "But sometimes? The baby bat must fly away from its cave," Jason shared with a grin, his free hand, resting over Cass' head. "No worries though, we will be doing plenty of ass-kicking here," he said before raising his drink. "To Gotham and to ass-kicking!" He toasted.

"So," Jason said after munching on some of Cass' snacks. "How have you been? Dick told me about the Halloween attack..."

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jason: did you eat all of the brownies downstairs?

dick: haha yeah, dude, they were amazing

jason: it’ll kick in soon

dick: haha what will

dick: what will kick in

dick: jason

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kingcrocc‌:

Hearing Remy had been in the middle of it all made the metahuman cringe. That was the hard part of being on the good side. You cared about people, and it hurt you when they were hurt. “Is everything ok though? Are you and the babe safe?” He asked with guilt.

When he was asked about his whereabouts, Waylon clenched his jaw. “I ran into an old acquaintance and was told that the one big hitta had sent word to leave the party and seal the doors behind one’s self… It was all staged, and he paid good money,” Croc stated.

Remy may do criminal things sometimes, but he also wore his heart on his sleeve. It would always be something that will be his downfall. Especially with how many people have come into his life that he cares about. “Yeah everything is okay now, thankfully.”

He nods a bit, looking at Waylon. “I had a feeling someone was behind it. There was no way that was an accident. Paid you off, huh?”

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"Paid off quite a few people," Waylon clarified. "I'm close to finding who he is, me. The last letter had a scent." And Killer Croc had made sure to burn that scent into memory. "It wasn't the messanger's scent, so if I get close enough to recognize him... Well, tick tock tick tock," Killer Croc shared with a murderous grin.

"After all, he's the one responsible for bringing all this mayhem, he. And I don't like when outsiders think they can do as they wish with Gotham," he growled lowly. "Other than that, I'm just glad you and the cub are straight."

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kingcrocc‌:

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“Better be, you,” he snarled lowly, reptillian gaze fixed on the female before him. “He told me some, yea,” Croc replied vaguely, crossing his massive arms over his broad chest. “What I got for you?” He echoed, chuckling. “What questions are you asking? And as who?” Croc couldn’t help but wonder how good she was at leading the undercover lifestyle. To live and work alonside people of Croc’s caliber.

“You needa build rep, meet the people you need your info from on some good terms or whatever you caped crusaders wanna call it… You needa way in and some muscle to keep you safe?” Croc asked with a teasing grin. “Some sponsorship of sorts.” Shrugging his shoulders, the metahuman relaxed. “Before we even consider this, no matter how much he vows for you, you needa understand something: so long I put my face for you, you don’t break,” Croc warned.

Her decision that led her to this moment, though she didn’t know it at the time, was one born of emotion, or at least, the avoidance of emotions. Having Dick ripped away from existence had hit Artemis harder than she would admit, and though it did not register to the archer that had been trained for years to push away weakness, she was withdrawing from the people she needed now… all in the name of doing good. 

“I keep myself safe,” she says stubbornly, though she relents the next moment, “but… yes. I need connects. The goal is to strategically disrupt and gather intel. the quicker i get set up with a couple mid-range coordinators, the quicker I can find their bosses,” she’s far from unintelligent, and the years being raised by Sportsmaster and Huntress sure came in handy in knowing her strategy. In truth, her parents are why she was the logical choice… as some liked to sneer in her face, once a villain, always a villain, so she may as well use the assumption to help people out. she took a step forward, gaze hard, filled to the brim with confidence, “I don’t break,” she stuck her chin out, “you set me up with people that need jobs. put in a good word,” and her hard gaze slides into a cocky smirk. though she understands the gravity of the situation entirely, Artemis Crock knows she can do this, and she knows she will play the part well, “and I’ll take it from there… thanks, by the way. I wish he’d stay out of it, but,” she shrugs, and though she won’t mention Roy by name here, it felt good knowing he still had her back somehow, “well, I’m sure you’ve argued with him somehow before. You get it.”

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Killer Croc rolled his eyes at the disguised vigilante when she proclaimed she didn't break. And as fun as it was to try a vigilante's stomach for its capacity to stand to barbaric doings of his side of the world's underbelly, he'd promised Roy he'd keep Tigress safe. Having her break character would soil Croc's face with no retaliation permitted. The metahuman would have to take the girl's word for now...

When she began to talk about her plans and goals, Croc put up a hand. "That's none of my business." The least he knew, the better. "And there's no need to thank me, this is a stupid idea," Croc lamented with a shake of his head. "But like you said, arguing with him is pointless. Now, c'mon, you." Croc began walking towards the exit of the alleyway. "I have a meeting with Black Mask's lieutenant. Black Mask is paying top dollar to provide muscle for his brutes. They're planning on robbing the National Guard's base arsenal. A tank included and anti-tank artillery."

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whtedevil‌ :

Remy pushes his fingers through his hair as he looks up at the familiar face. “I did get caught up in it, but I’m fine. I just thought I saw dese people dat used to put out a hit on me.” The assassins guild was no joke, and he knew not to mess with them of course.

“What about you? Are you alright?”

Hearing Remy had been in the middle of it all made the metahuman cringe. That was the hard part of being on the good side. You cared about people, and it hurt you when they were hurt. "Is everything ok though? Are you and the babe safe?" He asked with guilt.

When he was asked about his whereabouts, Waylon clenched his jaw. "I ran into an old acquaintance and was told that the one big hitta had sent word to leave the party and seal the doors behind one's self... It was all staged, and he paid good money," Croc stated.

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tiigrxss‌ :

If there was one person Artemis would always trust at this point, it was one of the only people she’d proudly call family at this point, Roy Harper. If he said she could trust this person, then she’d trust them. It was imperative she keep getting connections, keep hearing of plans to hit places, and build up the info she sent. At this point, it may be a bit of an obsession, but when you give up the majority of your life for a cause? You tended to become a bit obsessed.

Artemis’s eyes narrowed as she showed up in front of him. Truthfully, she’d probably have reacted the same way, but when it was her throwing off the potential scent of followers? She didn’t care, she’d much rather stay living than get a gold star. Still, she didn’t bother saying as much. She preferred to keep things short and sweet with this work, so her usual banter didn’t get much of a chance to shine through.

“I’m here alone, aren’t I?” she quips back before sighing, unable to resist the urge to look behind her, around her, getting her bearings, “he gave you the details, yeah?” even saying Roy’s name gave her pause, wanting him as far away from everything as possible despite eagerly accepting his help, “what do you got for me?”

"Better be, you," he snarled lowly, reptillian gaze fixed on the female before him. "He told me some, yea," Croc replied vaguely, crossing his massive arms over his broad chest. "What I got for you?" He echoed, chuckling. "What questions are you asking? And as who?" Croc couldn't help but wonder how good she was at leading the undercover lifestyle. To live and work alonside people of Croc's caliber.

"You needa build rep, meet the people you need your info from on some good terms or whatever you caped crusaders wanna call it... You needa way in and some muscle to keep you safe?" Croc asked with a teasing grin. "Some sponsorship of sorts." Shrugging his shoulders, the metahuman relaxed. "Before we even consider this, no matter how much he vows for you, you needa understand something: so long I put my face for you, you don't break," Croc warned.

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whtedevil‌ :

“I have noticed as such, but dat keeps it interestin’ doesn’t it? Ya know dis city better den I do so if you t’ink it’s like de wild west den it really must be.” He looks around the party, sighing as he tries to keep an eye on those he does care about while talking to Waylon. “Dis whole party is too happy anyway, ain’t it? I’ll keep my eyes open, and watch my back.”

Croc had left his friend side after he promised to watch out for himself. The gigantic metahuman lurked in the shadows and saw as the gas was released. Some people seemed to join in closing the doors after themselves-- some known faces, at least.

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Regrouping with Gambit a few days after, he sniffed him out. "You good there?" He asked, knowing he hadn't run into the mutant since the Halloween festival. "You wasn't caught up by that gas, you," Croc teased, although hoped no harmed had come to his friend.

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@kingcrocc !

“D’ya t’ink I make a good cowboy?” Remy asks as he approaches his friend, a grin spread over his face. He poses with the hat for a moment before dropping the act. “I did a matchin’ costume wit my boy and his daughter.” His gaze looks at the crowd in front of them then back to Waylon. “What do ya t’ink about de party?”

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The seven footer stood in the darkest corner of the party, unicorn mask in place as he sniffed the air in search of a familiar scent. When he did catch one, it was a friend's. His disguised reptilian gaze settled upon his fellow metahuman dressed up as a cowboy. "Seems appropriate. Gotham be like the Wild West nowadays," Waylon chuckled, shaking his head. "Not really here for the party, me. Something aint really right, the air be smelling acidic today... Keep your eyes open, you."

[enchantressjunemoone]

Was it really any surprise that the Enchantress just had to come out for Halloween? It sucked because June had a really cool costume. Maybe not that cool but she had opted to dress as Laurie Strode from the original movie. The whole ‘final girl’ trope she felt like she possessed. Speaking of possessed, Enchantress had a say in the matter, slipping into control while June napped. Teleporting around the city, she came across some sort of gathering. Teleporting to the labyrinth. The Enchantress looked around, sniffing the air before noticing she was not alone. She snarled at some guests, her appearance alone enough to warn them off. What the hell was going on this Halloween? This was not how she remembered seeing it. 

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Killer Croc had slipped on an unicorn mask, slipping into the Halloween festival. He walked in the darkness, following orders given to him by the mysterious benefactor that was guilty of Gotham's newest residents. Passing by the labyrinth, Walon froze in place. The scent he caught called to him, leading him through the maze. And then, he rested his gaze on the Enchantress.

"Now, now," the metahuman hissed softly, pulling off his mask and showing open hands to show he meant no threat. "Why don't you let Ms. June out a bit, so she can enjoy this night, nah?"

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June smiled but offered a shrug in response. She knew he meant well. Most people did. However, she didn’t know anyone who could fathom the things she heard or saw. Fathom the monster she was so afraid of was with her all the time. Constantly lurking and messing with her head. Around every corner and dark alleyway. “There isn’t much I can do. The best you can do is to not treat me any different. I don’t need a constant reminder that I can turn into an evil witch at a drop of a hat.” She said, trying to play down the effect it had on her life.

June watched him take in the new material she had given him and couldn’t help but smile. To know that from all the evil she held in her, maybe she wasn’t saving the world, but things like this made her happy. That she could help even just one person. “You’ll be fine. You aren’t dumb. You know things. You just haven’t had a chance to experience them.” June assured him before showing him a cover of one. “Besides, I think you’ll like them. Might help lighten the mood.” June assured him.

“It is good.” June assured him. “Just, I’m surprised it is so dark.” She admitted. “Magnolias sound nice.” She smiled. “I’m awful with plants. Me, trying to look after a plant. The witch would turn it into some carnivorous plant beast and try and kill everyone.” She said, trying to make light of her bad plant caring skills.

Waylon could feel the pain in her words, frowning as he knew he must not pry any further. He wouldn't be the one who pushed June too far. "She's more like a goddess, ain't she? So, that's pretty cool," Waylon tried cheering her up, but moved on quickly. He didn't want to say anything hurtful to June. "Although I doubt you want me to treat you like just anybody. They're food, you are..." He cleared his throat, uncomfortably. Waylon wasn't the kind to express himself if he wasn't fighting or eating. "You're June," Croc stated, looking at the book in his hands.

When she expressed her surprise at the darkness of the painting, Croc chuckled. "I'm a pretty dark being," he joked. "I'm sorry all your friends are psychos," Waylon nudged her playfully. "Like a wise woman once said: we're bad guys, its what we do." Waylon shrugged, opening the tome.

Hearing her encouraging words, Croc nodded softly. "Thank you, June, for believing in me," he said lowly. And then he chuckled when June mentioned how bad she was with plants. "I believe you," he stated when she mentioned the Enchantress would turn her plants into something wicked. "I have a friend who does that for fun." June needed to understand that he knew what it was like... Although maybe he didn't. Enchantress? Maybe. But June was too innocent and pure, which Waylon had not been in far too many deacades.

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rcdarscnal :

Watching over Gorham isn’t that different to watching over Star City, or any other city, aside from the fact that there’s so many more people here now. There’s heroes and vigilantes all over the place, and it seems to be working. A little bit, at least. The criminal activity doesn’t seem to have gotten any worse at least, so Roy’s choosing to take that as a good sign, but.. that doesn’t keep him from running patrols and keeping an eye on the city. He figures people won’t be completely against seeing Arsenal out and about if it keeps them a little safer, right?

What’s not such a good sign is the sound of agonised screaming a couple of blocks over, and Roy moves without thinking, moving across the rooftops towards the sound. And once the source of the noise - and the reason for it - are in his sights, Roy knows he needs to act fast. He knows Waylon’s no angel, the guy’s done things no one should ever do and it looks like this is one of those situations, but the least Roy can do is try and stop him. Not just for the guy who’s just lost a hand, but for Waylon himself.

He swings down to the ground, landing on light feet, but Waylon’s words don’t take him by surprise. He probably smelled Roy before he even got close to the ground, after all. “I’m here, I’m involved. You can file a complaint with my supervisor if you want.” Roy snorts, though his posture and body language is anything but relaxed. His bow isn’t raised but he has an arrow nocked and ready to go. “Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t. But the price he pays isn’t your choice.” He says sternly - not harsh, but certainly stern. “You don’t have to do this. Let’s go.”

The seven-footer's eyes never left the pleading man, growling lowly at Arsenal's playful words. Could he not understand this was no time for jokes? Waylon Jones would not return to the Wall's dominion ever again. They wanted a monster, he would be a monster--one that would not be tamed and caged. "I'll be speaking to the bat when I see him then," Croc hissed, his claws digging into the man's shoulder. His words were said out of spite, an attempt to hurt the vigilante's ego by reminding him whose city he was at. At the end of the day, especially after the Joker's death, even the crime lords could agree on one thing: Gotham City was Batman's.

Roy's second statement awoke a wrath within Waylon that he involuntarily dug his claws deeper into the man's flesh, causing him to let out a cry then. Croc turned to look at the vigilante as he was told he didn't have to finish what he started. For a split second, his fury just intensified... Until he realized it wasn't anger at all, but shame.

Out of all the fools in tights running around Gotham City those days, it was Arsenal coming to intervene. Catching Killer Croc, rather than the Waylon Jones he had grown to care for.... Waylon, who had vowed to keep his child safe. But Roy didn't understand what he was asking of Waylon. After all, he really was still hungry for more than just meat. Revenge sounded so nice right about then, with the crying asswipe at his feet....

Growling loudly, he tossed the man to the side, away from his probe. "Let's go," Waylon repeated, following the vigilante.

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@tiigrxss

Killer Croc stood in the shadows, sniffing at the air to scan his surroundings. He was waiting on one of Roy's friend, a meeting that had been set up in secrecy. As the towering metahuman waited, a low growl escaped his lips. How did he end up here? Helping out fools in tights at every corner. Was that his life now? Was he a Super Friend? Why did he even bother? Could he even trust them? Who told him this vigilante wouldn't turn him in to Waller the minute he was done aiding her?

However, the thought of Roy quieted his worries at once. Roy Harper would never betray Waylon, he was sure of it. The thought of the younger male stole a small smile from the seven footer. A lot of his past insecurities and wounds had yet to heal, but he could never deny how blessed he felt to have Roy. It was strange... To have live so many decades in total solitude, and yet find happiness in being accepted and look at as something else other than a monster.

Pulling a piece of cloth from his ripped jeans' pocket, Waylon inhaled its scent before tossing it aside. Thirty minutes later, the scent reached him once more. "You're late," Killer Croc growled lowly. "You might be a villain, but we still punctual," Waylon reprimanded, feeling like a different type of Sponsor.

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@whtedevil

Killer Croc had been undergound for far too long, so Gambit's offer took his attention hostage: a heist. It wasn't so much about the money, but more about the exercise. Croc was heavy artillery, which was probably why Gambit didn't bothered putting together a crew. In between the both of them, Croc was confident they could take on more than a simple bank robbery.

Towering over Gambit, the seven-footer snarled as he followed his friend towards the target. "Forget the main vault, it's a trick," Croc told him slowly. "We're going to the basement where they keep the old bills, gold and the brand new bills," Croc proposed.