𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖓

JASON TODD. THE RED HOOD.

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WINCHESTER, D

He felt the rush of the bullet passing just a hair over his shoulder before it hit the wall and exploded in a blast of plaster and paint. Dean glanced behind him and then at the kid. “You can be angry at the world, kid, but it doesn’t change what happened to you.” Doesn’t change the fact that he died. Or that he blindly believed the people who brought him back from the edge of death. “Take it from someone who’s died and been brought back a good four or five hundred times. It’s never easy and it’s never fair. It’s death. Do you think she deserved to die?” he pointed to the vessel the demon used. “No. But that thing I smoked out of her body road her ass to kingdom come, and she didn’t make it. You wanna do the same to the guy who killed you and I get it, but summoning demons and making deals isn’t the way to do it if that’s what you’re considering.”

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       “  no  shit. ”   he  responds  dryly.  there’s  no  clock  to  rewind,  or  magic  button  that  can  send  him  back  to  that  day  he  walked  into  joker’s  trap.  the  anger,  however,  sure  as  hell  makes  him  feel  better.  it  spreads  like  an  infection,  blots  out  any  other  emotion  that  might  trickle  through.   so  yeah,  he  wears  it  like  a  bulletproof  vest  and  he’s  not  planning  on  unstrapping  that  fucker  anytime  soon.  “  sounds  like  you  need  a  new  day  job  if  you’re  biting  it  that  often. ”   he  clicks  his  tongue  against  his  teeth.   “  no  hazard  pay  either,  shot  in  the  dark. ”  despite  the  dismissive  tone  to  his  words,  he  holsters  his  weapon  again  and  lets  his  arms  cross  loose  over  his  chest.  he’s  fairly  certain  the  guy’s  not  a  threat  and  even  if  he  was..   he’s  confident  he  could  take  him.   “  first  of  all,  i  already  told  you,  i  wasn’t  trying  to  summon  a  demon.   second  of  all,  how  do  you  know  who  i  am ? ”

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KLARION

“thanksgiving, i think we celebrated something similar in our family, but i doubt it would anything remotely close to what your people enjoy here,” he mused. “hmm, i’m just thankful people don’t talk to me otherwise i’d be even more annoyed.’

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       “  hopefully  yours  is  better  than  ours.  only  thing  i  ever  liked  about  it  was  missing  school. ”  jason  responds  with  a  shrug,  taking  another  from  his  peppermint  mocha.  “  ...and  the  fact  that  everything’s  50%  off  the  next  day  for  some  fucking  reason. ”  he  snorts,  leaning  back  in  his  chair  as  he  tucks  an  arm  behind  his  head.   “  oh  yeah?  you  see  me..  look  how  unapproachable  i  am..  and  yet,  people,  they  approach. ”  his  jaw  ticks.   “  what’s  your  secret? ”

[phis-corner]

He’ll just lose at Uno, thanks.

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@ofbruces

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“  in  the  spirit  of  thanksgiving  i  would  be  very  thankful  if  i  never  had  to  hear  that  again. ”  he  raises  his  peppermint  mocha  as  if  in  a  one-sided  toast.   “  everyone  always  wants  honesty  so  hear  me  say  i’d  honestly  like  to  unsubscribe  from  this  conversation. ”   @thephoenixstart​

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WEST, W

[ Open Starter || @thephoenixstart​ ]

No matter where he went, punks always seemed to want to make a point about something. He had been minding his business. For real this time. He wasn’t even in uniform! Just plain old normal Wally West walking home from work. Sure he could run but he did actually want to see New York at some point. That was a little tough to do when you were running so fast everything else passed by in the blink of an eye. It was just his luck that he would up in the wrong neighborhood. “Listen fellas I don’t want any trouble ok. I’m just trying to get home.” He held up his hands as he stared down about five thugs wielding some mediocre weapons like a chain and, was that a 2x4? How on earth did anyone actually fight with that? It was so unwieldy! They didn’t seem to get his message as they advanced on him smiling wickedly. With a sigh Wally shrugged. “Oh well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He was just about to reach for his ring when something, or rather someone, seemed to catch their attention and Wally’s from the end of the alleyway he was currently stuck in.

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there’s  a  crate  of  monster  energy  drinks  tucked  under  his  arm  as  he  makes  his  way  home  from  the  corner  store,  music  blaring  loudly  from  his  headphones  drowning  out  the  world  around  him.  it’s  only  by  chance  that  he  catches  a  glimpse  of  a  handful  of  armed  guys  ducking  into  an  alley  and  at  first  he  hesitates.  he’s  not  some  hero...  he  busts  up  gangbangers  and  keeps  his  own  interests  in  order.   he’s  not  the  person  you  look  towards  to  save  you.   but  he  knows  the  security  camera  out  here’s  busted  and  cops  in  new  york  are  just  as  useless  as  they  were  in  gotham.  spitting  obscenities  under  his  breath,  he  kicks  his  energy  drinks  behind  a  dumpster  and  follows  after  the  group.  a  lead  pipe  captures  his  attention  and  he  grabs  it  soundlessly,  sticking  to  the  shadows  as  he  advances.   when  he  sees  its  wally,  he  wants  to  laugh;  they  picked  the  wrong  nerd  to  gang  up  on.   he’s  already  here  though  and  his  hands  are  itching  to  swing  the  pipe,  so  he  comes  up  from behind  one  of  the  guys  and  catches  him  in  a  chokehold.   they  grabble  backwards,  jason  coming  out  on  top,  and  he  slams  their  head  against  the  pavement  before  aiming  the  pipe  at  their  knee.  it  connects  with  a  crack  and  he  knows  they  won’t  be  following  after  him.   as  for  the  others  ?   he  pays  them  no  mind.  wally’s  a  speedster...  if  he  can’t  take  them  down,  they’ve  got  bigger  problems.   when  he  straightens,  his  mouth  shifts  into  a  hint  of  a  smirk  as  he  calls  out.   “  let  me  guess  ...  asking  nicely  didn’t  work  out  for  you  ?  ”  

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WAYNE, B

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          it wasn’t hard for bruce to pick a moment he regretted, there honestly were too many to choose from, but jason’s death was tied for first place in the let’s hurt bruce wayne world championships. bruce was supposed to take care of the boy and he’d gotten him killed. and then when stephanie came into his life, she was so much like jason that he pushed too hard and in trying to keep her safe she ended up dying as well. seeing jason like this wasn’t what he expected, he hadn’t expected some teary reunion with his robin- no, with his son… but this was honestly less honestly less hostility than bruce had been mentally preparing himself for. “you could never be replaced jason, you’re one of a kind.” bruce shook his head “i’ve already had one run in with the joker tonight, i’d like to avoid a second one if possible.”

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               the  sound  that  slips  out  is  a  cross  between  a  laugh  and  a  snort.  “  you’re  such  a  fucking  hypocrite. ”   he  spits  out,  taking  a  step  forward  as  his  finger  points  in  bruce’s  direction.  he  knows  he’s  being  reckless,  using  more  emotion  than  logic  in  what  spills  past  his  lips,  but  he’s  never  been  very  good  at  keeping  himself  in  check.   “  tell  that  to  robins  3  and  4. ”   those,  at  least,  he  knows  came  after  him...  but  for  all  he  knows,  maybe  bruce  is  a  robin  or  two  away  from  having  a  whole  baseball  team.    it  wouldn’t  surprise  him  at  this  rate.   “  i  always  knew  we  were  expendable  but  seeing  it  first  hand... ”   his  tongue  clicks  against  his  teeth,  eyes  shining;   he’s  not  upset,  he’s  angry,  but  his  tear  ducts  aren’t  always  on  the  same  page  as  the  rage  that  simmers  within.  “  guess  i’m  just  the  idiot,  huh  ?   for  not reading  the  writing  on  the  fuckin’  wall. ”  maybe  he  could  have  just  walked  it  off,  left  things  in  ruins  where  they  belonged,  but  bruce’s  words  send  a  violent  shudder  through  him.    A  RUN  IN  WITH  THE  JOKER.    that’s  not  possible...  he’s  got  alerts  set  up  on  his  phone  that  even  a  freak  clown  sighting  would  trigger.  if  the  joker  had  busted  out  of  arkham...  he’d  know.    “  getting  senile  in  your  old  age ? ”   he  asks,  tone  hard,  even  as  he  feels  a  sweat  breaking  out.    “  joker’s  locked  up  in  arkham.   last  i  checked  they  didn’t  give  out  DAY  PASSES. ”

[robinrequiems]

dick: is that legal?

jason:

jason: i dunno, but I legally dont give a fuck

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WAYNE, B

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          after his talk with natasha he felt a bit better but his mind was still reeling. so much had changed in just changed in one night, and sure his life had never been smooth sailing, but this was a whole different level of turmoil. bruce was concerned that the joker hadn’t shown what was left of his face again, he’d never been one to let something go and bruce doubted that he was satisfied with just the one encounter. he was making sure that the civilians had cleared out of the club, they didn’t need to get caught in the crossfire of a superhero being confronted by the demons of their past. he was in a quiet part of the club when heard a familiar voice. jason… bruce thought to himself before following the sound. stepping into the room, he set the poker by the door. bruce didn’t know if the iron made the ghosts feel pain but with jason he didn’t want to risk it, jason had already gotten hurt enough because of bruce. “i was hoping i’d get to see you… there was so much i had planned to say but-” his voice broke, his voice thick with emotion “i can’t seem to think of any of it now.”

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the  best  thing  about  ghosts  crashing  the  masquerade  party  at  lux  was  that  it  made  scoring  free  booze  like  taking  candy  from  babies.  he’s  already  found  himself  a  full  bottle  of  crystal,  plucking  it  from  a  chilled  bucket  at  one  of  the  vip  tables.   he’s  raising  it  to  his  mouth  to  take  a  drink  when  someone  knocks  into  him  hard,  sending  his  mask  flying  and  the  bottle  from  his  hands.   it  hits  the  ground  with  a  crash,  smashing  and  soaking  his  shoes  as  he  curses.  “  for  fuck’s  sake  --  what  where  you’re  fucking  --”   he  turns,   the  person  who  knocked  into  him  gone,  and  comes  face  to  face  with  bruce.   not  batman,  with  his  face  hidden  behind  a  cowl,  but  bruce  wayne.   neither  of  them  have  any  masks,  or  helmets,  to  hide  behind...  and  there’s  nowhere  left  to  run.

which  he  wants  to  do.   RUN.   he’s  been  going  out  more  often  lately,  taking  more  risks,  telling  himself  he  wanted  this  confrontation.   he  wanted  to  look  him  dead  in  the  eyes,  force  him  to  confront  his  own  shortcomings,  and  make  him  suffer  for  not  avenging  his  death...  for  replacing  him.   except  now  here  he  is,  given  the  perfect  opportunity,  and  he’s  suddenly  wishing  he  was  anywhere  else.   it’s  only  when  bruce  opens  his  mouth,  when  the  words  register,  that  he  realizes  bruce  thinks  he’s  a  ghost.    he  can  play  with  this..  this  gives  him  a  way  out.   “  save  it  for  someone  who  cares,  bruce. ”   he  responds  coldly,  arms  crossing  low  over  his  chest.   “  like  the  joker,  or  the  replacement. ”

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BROWN, S

“i don’t know, i think i’ll take new york over gotham any day.” maybe that was the bad memories speaking, but stephanie was so far preferring new york to gotham city. she wasn’t sure how she felt in time, but for now it was a good change. (not much of a change, admittedly, though stephanie was telling herself that baby steps was the way to go here). not to mention, she was in new york, and she couldn’t help the urge to hunt her down after everything that had happened. she was older, different now, and while she would never be the maternal type she couldn’t help the urge to want to see her at least. just once.

“you’ve gotta admit the food’s better, though.” stephanie quickly glanced at the emblem on his shirt, and clucked her tongue. “ah. i see you were also unfortunate enough to know bruce.” the insignia was a little different, though stephanie knew better than anyone who it referenced. she’d made sure this version of the spoiler suit was free of all batman references, as the last thing she wanted to do was affiliate herself anymore. “let me see here. my detective skills are a little  rusty, but i think i can figure this out. i spent enough time in the batcave.” and really, it wasn’t all that difficult, considering the damned memorial that had been set up. unless he was a newer affiliate of the bat, and in that case, she’d take the loss. “you’re not number one, because i know him. or number three, because i knew him really well…which means you are…jason todd. robin number two. am i right? i’m totally right.” let alone the fact that he was supposed to be dead, but technically she was supposed to be as well. things were complicated. she pulled down the mask briefly to reveal a half grin on her face, evidently not too terribly concerned with her identity. “i’m  the very short lived robin number four.” mask pulled back up, she tilted her head as the man she’d kicked barely made a noise in response to the act. “people are stupid,” she mused as she idly gave the man another kick, this one certainly no gentler though the intention this time was to roll him over. “clowns were fucking creepy before him, and they’re even worse now.” crouching down, stephanie looked over the man in the street again. “he’s out for the count, by the way. out cold. my emphasis would be wasted.”

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“  if  by  better  you  mean  less  likely  to  be  sprinkled  with  rat  shit..  yeah.  it’s  better. ”   while  his  life  had  been  a  little  more  silver  spoon  when  he  lived  with  bruce,  his  life  before  that  had  been  a  shining  example  of  gotham’s  underbelly.   the  rats  were  practically  friends  of  his  growing  up;   in  fact,  he’d  argue  with  a  sly  grin,  they  were  more  present  in  his  life  than  his  father.   “  that’s  not  saying  much. ”   garbage  might  be  better  than  sludge  but  it’s  still  garbage.

the  next  few  comments  hit  him  like  punches.   bruce  is  a  hit  to  the  stomach,  catching  him  by  surprise,  and  the  fourth  robin  lands  upside  the  head  and  has  him  seeing  stars.  so  even  the  replacement’s  got  a  replacement.   he’s  laughing  before  he  even  realizes  it,  yanking  his  helmet  off  since  it’s  clear  she  already  knows  who  he  is.  THE  FOURTH  ROBIN.   fuck,  he  can’t  stop  thinking  about  it.   they’re  just  as  expendable,  replaceable,  as  boxes  of  tissues.   finish  one  off  ?  just  pull  out  a  new  one.   no  harm,  no  foul.   “  yeah,  you  got  me. ”   he  manages,  when  he  feels  less  like  the  anger  has  him  in  a  chokehold.   “   it’s  red  hood  now. ”   he  thinks  he  could  leave  it  at  that,  could  back-flip  out  of  this  conversation  and  beat  the  shit  out  of  some  petty  criminals  to  make  himself  feel  better...  but  he’s  curious.  “  tell  me, ”   he  starts,  helmet  tucking  under  his  arm.   a  free  hand  swipes  through  his  hair,  fingers  the  white  streak  momentarily  as  he  speaks.  “  you’re  number  four...  failures  one  through  three  weren’t  ENOUGH  for  him  ?   let  me  guess...  replacement  got  too  old,  or  too  mouthy,  and  batman  traded  him  in  for  a  newer,  shinier,  more  compliant,  model  ? ”   he  levels  her  with  a  stare,  like  he’s  trying  to  see  right  through  her.   “  let  me  guess...  no  matter  how  hard  you  tried,  no  matter  how  many  bullets,  or  punches,  you  took  for  him...  it  was  never  enough. ”   he  smirks,  gaze  hard  as  he  laughs  again.    “  welcome  to  the  club. ” in  truth,  he  cares  very  little  about  the  goon  by  their  feet.  he  might  be  always  on  the  verge  of  flying  off  the  handle,  and  a  little  more  violent  than  he  needs  to  be,  but  the  fight’s  no  fun  when  it’s  one-sided.   he  likes  a  challenge.   instead  he  scowls,  shrugging  his  shoulders.  “  yeah.  they  are.  tell  me  something  i  don’t  know. ”

[katistry]

it’s just me and a world full of idiots jonesing for a beatdown.

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BROWN, S

stephanie didn’t move as he approached, green eyes narrowing slightly as she looked him over. “you look familiar. why do you look familiar?” she couldn’t place him exactly, though she knew that there was something about him that was standing out in her mind. “are you from gotham?” the last thing she wanted was frequent reminders of home, considering she was trying to do her best to forget. it was easier to start over than to try to go back and explain what had happened. besides, she wasn’t exactly sure how to cover the whole hey, i’m not actually dead! conversation. maybe the spoiler suit could definitely use a revamp, a fresh start…but she was keeping the color scheme. stepping around him to survey the scene, she looked over the man on the ground with her tilted thoughtfully to the side. “creepy make-up. one of the joker-stans?” based on the make-up, the clown (ha) was definitely up to nothing good, at least by her quick assessment. shaking her head, stephanie offered a kick to the man’s stomach, a smile hidden underneath the fabric of her mask. “you missed a spot, figured i’d chip in.”

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he  can’t  help  the  snort  that  slips  out.   man,  if  she  only  knew.  “  yeah.  i’m  from  gotham...  traded  one  shit  hole  for  another  one. ”  he  unzips  his  jacket  a  little,  gives  her  a  good  glimpse  of  the  red  bat  symbol  on  his  chest.  it’s  not  identical  to  batman’s  but  it’s  close  enough  that  he’s  sure  it’ll  piss  off  the  old  man  if  he  ever  sees  it...  especially  when  he  sees  the  guns  strapped  to  the  man  wearing  it.   “  gotham’s  basically  new  york  if  you  slapped  a  fucking  sepia  tone  on  it.   same  shit,  different  city. ”   he’d  expected  it  to  be  different,  to  feel  different,  but  whatever  feeling  he  was  searching  for...  he  never  found  it.  

“  who  else? ”   he  responds  dryly.   “ just  wait  ‘till  halloween.  the  streets  will  be  crowded  with  them. ”   people  think  they’re  funny,  donning  joker  masks  and  twirling  fake  pistols,  but  they  wouldn’t  be  laughing  if  they  got  up  close  and  personal  with  the  real  thing.   maybe  that’s  the  joke;   thinking  you’re  brave,  that  you’re  fucking  invincible,  when  you’re  just  as  breakable  as  everyone  else.  “  well  aren’t  you  helpful. ”   his  lips  twist,  a  hint  of a  smirk  painting  across  his  lips.   he’s  got  no  love  lost  for  any  of  joker’s  goons,  even  if  the  man  himself  is  squirreled  away  in  arkham  somewhere.  “  you  might  want  to  do  it  again.  for  emphasis. ”

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WHITMORE, C

Courtney is in the gym practicing her martial arts because she need to blow off some steam since for her it his been a long day when  when she hears a noise and stops what she is doing to look around. “Hello! is anyone there?” she would say. @thephoenixstart​

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the  noise  she  hears  is  his  gym-bag  hitting  the  floor,  the  thud  echoing  in  the  empty  space.  he  picked  this  place  for  the  setting,  not  the  equipment,  as  the  less  people  he  encounters...  the  better.   he  goes  about  wrapping  his knuckles  meticulously,  the  skin  beneath  the  bandages  already  bruised  and  bloody.   it’s  a  bit  like  buying  a  life-jacket  after  you’ve  sold  your  boat  but  it’s  the  thought  that  counts.   he  doesn’t  answer  right  away,  picks  one  of  the  boxing  bags  and  squares  up  his  shoulders  before  jabbing  it  a  few  times  to  test  his  stance.  “  nope. ”   he  answers  in  between  thuds,  fingers  hitting  the  bag  aggressively  as  he  answers.  “  just  your  conscious  checking  in. ”

[nightwingmcqueen-deactivated202]

Jason at any given moment with his siblings

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prompt:

“ am i dramatic? yes. is it justified? also yes. ” / Dick  @ofbalance​

he’d  recognize  the  voice  anywhere.  it’s  like  nails  on  a  chalkboard,  raising  the  hairs  at  the  back  of  his  neck  as  he  bites  down  hard  on  his  tongue.   he  tastes  blood,  breathes  in  sharp  through  his  nose  before  turning  to  face  him.   he  wonders  if  dick  will  remember  the  sound  of  his  voice,  or  if  he’s  forgotten  it  just  like  the  whole  lot  of  them  had  likely  forgotten  him.   just  another  casualty  in  the  line  of  duty;   a  sacrificial  lamb  to  the  slaughter.    yeah,  for  anyone  who’s  keeping  track,  he’s  still  fucking  angry.   “  if  you  say  so. ”   he  responds,  glad  for  the  mask  that  allows  him  to  maintain  his  anonymity.   even  still,  he  throws  his  voice;    he’s  changed  his  mind  ...   he’s  not  in  the  mood  for  a  family  reunion.   not  now.   maybe  not  ever.    

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WINCHESTER, D

Dean stared at the barrel of the gun, unphased. It answered a lot of questions, particularly the question of where they were at in Jason’s timeline. Based on the broody, no fucks given attitude, he must’ve just been resurrected. Dean could empathize. “Listen, kid, if you’re trying to fly below the radar that’s not the way to do it. Sloppy at best,” he shook his head. “Your guns not gonna do shit except piss off the demon. And if you were gonna shoot me you would’ve done it by now.” He walked over to the vessel the demon used and checked for a pulse. “Son of a bitch.” He shook his head, she was dead. “I’m a demon hunter. I work with Zatanna occasionally. I’d say you can call her to check my references, but if you’re avoiding Bruce you’re probably avoiding her too. What exactly were you trying to do here? Get yourself killed again?”

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this  guy  might  have  like,  30  years  on  him,  but  that  isn’t  about  to  stop  him  from  pulling  the  trigger  when  he  says  he  won’t.   he’s  75%  impulse,  25%  spite,  which  equals  a  very  itchy  trigger  finger  as  he  shoots  above  his  shoulder.  the  bullet  strikes  the  wall  just  like  he  planned,  bits  of  paint  and  plaster  raining  down  from  the  hole.   he  doesn’t  need  to  say  anything;   the  smirk  on  his  face  says  it  all.   you  don’t  know  shit  about  me,  grandpa.  “  if  i  wanted  to  keep  a  low  profile,  i’d  keep  a  low  profile. ”   he  responds  cooly,  weapon  not  lowering  as  the  smirk  twists  into  a  scowl.   he  doesn’t  know  how  this  guy  knows  him,  or  about  bruce,  but  he  doesn’t  like  it.    “  —  and  what  i  was  doing’s  none  of  your  business,  buffy. ”

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WINCHESTER, D

👹 - Our muses accidentally summon a demon ( @rctribvtn​ )

This whole month brought a new wave of stupid with it. Case in point, this kid who’d just tried to summon a demon from hell. Dean leaned against the wall, panting now that he’d exorcised the demon back to hell. Things were different in this universe. He couldn’t kill them without causing trouble for the one woman in town that was helping him, so he did his best to exorcise them instead. This one got sassy with him and claimed it didn’t want to be summoned to begin with. Fair enough. “What the hell, kid?” Dean straightened to his full height as he turned to face the kid. It only took him a minute to notice the get up. He recognized it. Most people probably didn’t know they were one in the same, but then again, most people weren’t Dean Winchester. In Dean’s universe, these heroes were actually comic book characters so he knew most of their identities. “Does Batman know you’re walking around New York summoning demons, Jason?”

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in  his  defence,  he  wasn’t  trying  to  summon  a  demon.   yes,  there  was  black  magic  involved,  but  who  could  have  known  it  would  go  sideways  so  quickly  ?   all  the  same,  he’s  sufficiently  irritated  when  some  guy  kicks  the  door  in,  guns  blazing,  before  he  can  find  out  how  effective  his  .45  bullets  are  when  shooting  a  freakin’  demon  in  the  face.   considering  he  never  asked  for  a  save,  he’s  scowling  when  the  guy  turns  his  attention  towards  him.   the  petulant  stare  is  replaced  by  a  curious  one,  weapon  pulled  and  safety  released  as  he  points  the  gun  straight  at  the  demon-killer’s  face.    “  batman  doesn’t  know  shit  and  it’s  going  to   stay  that  way. ”    he  responds,  tone  icy  as  he  scowls.   “  —  who  even  are  you,  man  ? ”    he  can  count  on  one  hand  how  many  people  know  he’s  the  red  hood  so  suffice  to  say,  he’s  inherently  suspicious.

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