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@lazarushe || I’m Better (much better much better)

“But despite her mother’s prior warnings, little red wandered off the beaten path to pick flowers for her grandmother,” Dick hums as he gracefully makes his way up the side of the building from one hand hold to another. Names tell a lot about a person- sometimes more than they’d like. What kind of hero they are, what kind of villain, what they want and how they got there. 

“Red Hood; now that isn’t a name I’ve heard for a long while,” he comments, coming to perch on the roof’s edge. He grins, charming and sweet. “I’ve been looking for you, Hood. You’re a hard man to pin down despite all the trouble you’ve been causing.” He’d offer his hand but he’s not sure he’d be getting it back with this one. 

“I’m Nightwing- if the outfit didn’t give that away,” he laughs. “Defender of Gotham while the big bat is indisposed of and as of the bat’s rules you’ve broken-” Dick pretends to count on his fingers. “All of them. Which is impressive, actually.” 

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@lazarushe ; closed starter

on the run .

it’s a turn of phrase he’s not unfamiliar with , not as a cop or a criminal , though , now - now it makes august grin , just a little , just wryly , amused by the turn of phrase when his powers are . . . well . august shrugs his shoulders a little , shifting the hood so that it keeps his meta collar covered . he takes it off , sometimes , just to feel it - feel her , the speed force , not cut off , caged in , trapped . he puts it back just as fast , though , can feel the static calling him to do - the things he did before . he doesn’t want to do those things . he doesn’t want to be defined by those things .

it turns out he’s not the only one . he keeps hearing about them , missions that go hard but do good , judgement in the eyes of the law but gratitude in the eyes of the people - it’s the sort of thing august wants . that he wishes he could be , like - like barry . so when the dust settles and things go quiet , august finds his way here , to gotham - to the red hood . it doesn’t take much to find him ; like central and the families , hood has territory , and enemies , people happy ( after a few shakes at speed ) to point a lonely man in his direction with a scoff of your funeral that august ignores .

“ the red hood , right ? ” he asks , hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie as the crime lord’s men look him over , trying not to let it get to him , let it go free . we can end them all . they’re criminals , they’re scum - he coughs , rolling his neck and feeling the ache that never leaves get caught up by the collar once again . “ i wanted to talk to you . about , ah - your outlaws . ”

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@lazarushe pj au

slade didn’t know what he expected when aphrodite showed up right outside his apartment in all her ancient, dangerous glory. he expected a favor, maybe a one night stand - but not this kind of favor. another fucking kid. the woman must have the MOST out of all the damn gods. she’d promise to repay him - give him a warrior’s reward, and he’d accepted the proposition: keep the kid safe, make sure he gets to camp and doesn’t go on any quests that will get him killed.

so here he is in the dinky place they call the medical wing, a plastic baggie of ambrosia in one hand, arms crossed. the boy - jason - sleeps restlessly in the bed. slade doesn’t mind waiting; he should wake up soon, hasn’t been unconscious for a while. chiron had said he should be up, anyways, and chiron is usually right about those things. he’s still strangely enigmatic, even as slade’s gotten over most of the magic of the world.

the boy’s shifting, waking up. jason todd. unfamiliar in slade’s head, meaningless. well. he has a job now, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it right.

slade leans over a little, hair curtaining his lined face, the black eyepatch. ‘hey, kid.’

[shikrasong]

@lazarushe asked “🗡️”

jason doesn’t ask . he doesn’t have to , and tim doesn’t have to explain it , but there’s a mean itch to say something nonetheless , the beginnings of a fight bubbling in his veins , and he can’t help himself , not when jason’s staring at that scar .

“ you remember that one , don’t you , jay ? ” he croons , like a lover , syrupy sweet , even as his eyes flare with something CRUEL . “ remember giving it to me ? coming after me , all of sixteen , just trying to live , and trying to slit my throat just for one mistake i made when i was twelve ? ”

he tilts his chin up more than strictly necessary - it makes him look defiant , but they both know he’s flashing the scar that mars the front of his throat . “ it’s too bad you couldn’t do it . just a hair deeper and you at least wouldn’t have to listen to me now . ”

[fightwing]

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                 “ what? jay, there’s no cover here. “       sure technically it was a '’titans’ party since they were using the old tower but it clearly wasn’t titans exclusive as everybody from all teams, sides, and monikers were here. jason, too, miraculously, probably from the incessant badgering of one dick grayson, and probable pleading of roy harper.             “ who charged you? actually wait, better question, why would you believe steph? “

[syntaktis]

          SELINA ENJOYS NIGHTS LIKE THESE where the wind is just on the other side of cool, the stars trying desperately to shine through the GOTHAM smog, and the light sound of an over-eager ROBIN carrying over the air. she smiles and turns her attention to the rooftop as she hears the soft sound of pixie boots landing behind, almost imperceptible to the ear except that she was waiting for them.

          she pushes her goggles up off of her face, and secures the bag of diamonds to her belt before walking towards him, hips swaying and following her movements. she is intrigued by the new little birdie. he seems feistier than the last and of course just as ready to fight for justice.

                     “hello kitten,” she purrs, peering at him. “where’s the big bad bat? lurking nearby i suppose.”

@lazarushe | selina & jason | starter call !

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@lazarushe . . . .     ♡ ’d   !

          ❝    𝐰𝐞    𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐨    𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤    𝐨𝐧    𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫    𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞.     and  guns  ?     that’s  so    crude.     show  a  little  style  !    ❞

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She could sense the anger that was fuming inside him, clouding his judgment. Raven knew that this was a new path that he had taken after his resurrection; that his perception of his role had altered, but that did not mean she agreed with it.  ❛ He has had enough, let him come with me. ❜  She knew that the thug probably would never be seen again if she left him with Jason, at least not from the threats that he had made.  ❛ What you are about to do is going to hurt me more than you realize. Do not forget your humanity. ❜  With her empathic abilities, the death of another was the loudest grief when it came to her abilities; feeling as if she herself would go through their death. It was a risk that she dealt with in her profession.  ❛ I know that you are hurting, but this isn’t you. You’re not a murderer, Red Hood. ❜ 

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