#herohood

[notjustblood]

They kept coming like an infinite wave. For each one he fell under his powers and sword, more would take their place. One right after the other, alongated limbs and sharp teeth trying to tear into his flesh and rip him to shreds. Bloodborn grunted with effort, sword cutting through flesh, muscle, and bone. The fact that those creatures didn't bleed like humans did made things difficult. Manipulating their blood like he would anyone else was out of the question. But they had brought death and destruction. There were corpses of innocent people on the streets. Men, women, children. Those who weren't fast enough to escape the onslaught. And those…? Those had blood. The one thing that pumped in all their veins, the thing he could use and manipulate to do whatever the hell he wanted. And he did. In his bloody dance of steel, limbs and blood - Bloodborn used his powers to the best of his capabilities. The crimson red liquid accompanied his sword like blades - his power turned to inflict as much damage as possible to those monsters while keeping enough focus on himself to heal any wounds he would get. His clothes were already torn in several places. Dry blood stained his skin and outfit from previous fights. Anyone else would be seeking refuge. A place to lay low. But what would happen if those things propagated? No one would be safe. Uh… was this what it felt like to think as a hero? To put the needs of others above his own? Even if he was still a villain like back in the day - he would still be elbows deep in blood. Who didn't love a fight? A smile crossed his lips as his sword - alongside a second one he had made out of blood - tore one of those creatures' heads clean off before he danced his way out of reach of others' teeth and claws. How many more were there? If this continued for too long… "Bring it on, bitches. I'm not done with you yet."

@herohood gets a bloody nose during the endless night

[splatterpunkd]

radio silence for hours.

no matter how many texts or calls he'd pushed through to lucky's phone, tex couldn't reach him. the implications made him sick to his stomach, thinking of what tragedy could have befallen the young hero. with only a few moments to spare in this endless night, tex needed to track lucky down. between fighting alongside the kickstarters, attempting to track down renaissance, and helping other heroes achieve their objectives, he was exhausted, but far too desperate to award himself a break.

now that he had a moment to breathe, he could finally hunker down and start the search for lucky. thankfully, the pair had begun sharing their location with one another for a while now; especially considering the young wolfe's tendency to dive headfirst into danger.

last known location : the wolfe den.

what the hell was he doing there?

confused but determined, the gun-slingin' miracle makes his way over to the theater, fortunate enough to evade the detection of those demons stalking the streets. slipping through an opening in the roof, tex makes his way down to the main auditorium, pushing past the large wooden door.

the scene before him was nothing short of horrific. before him was lucky wolfe, gravely injured and seemingly unconscious.

" dammit! " he curses, nearly hurting himself as he blinks down the aisle, stumbling as the aggressive jump landed him just beside his lover.

" lucks, it's me. can ya hear me? please wake up, man."

@herohood

[splatterpunkd]

" will ya look 'it that. lucky wolfe, in the flesh. " if the dozens of adoring fans didn't give away lucky's position, his dashing good looks certainly did. confidently, the masked hero approaches, tossing a casual arm around the man's shoulder, snapping a quick selfie. the thousands of rhinestones adorning his getup are blinding under the flashing lights of phone cameras.

" this'll boost my social media presence for sure. " more followers for lone star, the more fun this whole alter ego thing would be. " y'know, we'd break the internet if we went on a little crime fighting date. the young wolfe and the lone cowboy? headlines write themselves. "

@herohood

[itsfandompeople]

Red Hood and Batman on ethics

This is a short story I made. Please do not use it in your own stories, it will really piss me off.

“No Bats, you don’t get it! If I take one piece of scum off the street permanently, you won’t later find, say ten dead bodies of children that were trafficked by them!” Hood growled at the dark shadow facing him. “Hood. If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world remains the same.” Jason grimaced behind his helmet, uneasy about the way Batman said his chosen name, remembering how he once similarly said, Robin, disapproving, benching him for even the slightest mista-No. Not going down memory lane tonight. “Yes, but if I were to kill a hundred killers (which I have by the way) then it goes down by 99!” He rejoined, angry at his momentary weakness. Red Robin interjected, “That’s… not mathematically incorrect…” “See! Even your little birdy agrees!” Jason said, still not sure how to feel about his replacement. Even if he decided not to go through with his plan for Titan’s Tower, it was a near thing. Any moment the green could rise again, and he might do what he swore to never attempt. No more dead robins. “That's not really what I said,” Drake replied uneasily. “Nor do I think that you are entirely wrong in that argument. Think about it B,” he continued as the big bat tried to stop him. “If the right person, who could be trusted to not lose their minds, could kill rapists and murders without becoming one themself, then while they are still a killer they are more like the military in that respect, rather than any of the villains we fight right now. Of course, that is obviously still wrong, but not as wrong as leaving them to reenter the streets after they escape.” “...” Jason and Bruce stared at Red Robin, wondering if he had been possessed at some point. “Ummmmm… not gonna lie that’s pretty much how I think. I may be a killer, but then there are fewer psychos out there. One self-contained killer versus 100 psychopathic murders and rapists.” “Red Robin. What did I say about conversing with Hood.” “Not to. But if we can’t get him to stop using our logic and morals, why can’t we get him to stop using his?” “Well. That is not gonna happen. But kudos to the attempt, pretty well thought out for a shrimp like you.” Jason snarked at the trio. Robin still hadn’t moved from where he was shielded by Batman and Red Robin, not speaking either. “Batman, let us defeat this cretin and throw him in Arkham. Perhaps next to the Joker, as he seems to admire him so much.” Robin suddenly joined in from behind Bruce, apparently deciding not to listen to their father either. Jason did not hear B’s reply, too busy fighting down the panic attack at his name, and the thought of hearing him day and night. If that happened, he would go crazy, lost to the green. Suddenly, he dodged a Batarang aimed at his throat and snarled. It seemed the temporary truce (or rather the bats trying to miraculously convert him to their pathetic ideology) was over. “See ya idiots.” he laughed, forcing down his anger and panic as he swung away, easily evading the traps they had set earlier. “Maybe next time.”

[yuzuyan]

"In the name of herohood, I declare that we gotta save every single person that needs help!" *gets shot by person that needed 'saving'