#the-mocking-robin

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[Text] You don't hear me complaining 😎

[Text] Sounds like you had a good time.

[Text] Not much on my end. Gonna take Lian to a water park this weekend. You? Other than getting lucky?

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"Maybe Santa skips the Bowery because he knows he'll get shot for clattering on the roof."

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Edward nodded his head and looked directly at Jason, and then the bloody sheets that were around him. He was bandaged himself, but his injuries weren't as bad compared to Jason’s. Although he was a bit shocked at actually seeing Jason's face for the first time, he was more concerned about his injuries.

As he walked closer to the bed Jason was on Edward responded, “Yeah, I’m thankful that I took those first aid classes. As you know what we went through earlier was fucking brutal. Are you okay, and do you need to be rebandaged? I can do that for you if you want."

He then took a deep breath. "Also thanks for defending me out there Red…I really appreciate that. If there’s anything you need me to do, let me know. It's nice to see your face, you look nice. I was wondering what you looked like under that mask and helmet of yours.”

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           SHADOWS STRETCH ACROSS THE MARBLE FLOORS, cast by the dim emergency lights lining the hallways; the air is thick with tension, as if the museum itself is holding its breath. She, THE CATWOMAN     [ HARBINGER OF DEATH; CORPSE DAMNED TO WALK NO MATTER WHAT… ]     moves through the darkness like a whisper; lithe form barely makes a sound as she navigates the museum’s high-tech security. OUR FELINE-FEMME HAS HER SIGHTS SET ON THE PRIZE:     a priceless artifact rumored to be the key to a long-lost fortune ( —a black cat looking for good luck ?     PRICELESS )

           NOT THE MOST PRACTICAL SCORE, COMPARED TO HER HISTORY; & YET, the thrill of the challenge IS WHAT KEPT HER SANE, SO SHE’D TAKE WHAT SHE COULD, even if that includes worthless scrap in the long run. She approaches the exhibit, smirk present behind her mask, blood-red framing pearly whites; the artifact in question, A JEWEL-ENCRUSTED RELIC, is displayed in a glass case in the center of the room.

With just few more steps, a flick of her wrist to disable the sensors, & it would be hers; IT CALLS HER, DRAWS HER IN, & she’s about to be the cat that caught the cream ( & there go the ‘dirty tingles’ again; tail would be surely wagging in delight, if she had one, )     SHE CAN FEEL HER INCISORS DRIPPING; METAL TALONS POISED ABOVE THE THICK ENCASING,

           BUT SOMETHING SHIFTS IN THE AIR; a sharp pang, like lightning, static creeping upon flesh, her arms & up her back, making her stiffen. INSTINCTS, HONED FROM YEARS OF PROWLING GOTHAM’S ROOFTOPS, TINGLE WITH THE SENSE OF ANOTHER. Catwoman pauses, eyes narrowing as she scans the shadows. A flash of red makes her turn; a figure, a shadow     < @the-mocking-robin CALLED UPON THE CAT , >     moves along with seemingly purpose & stealth

           ❛❛     Well, well,     ❜❜     she purrs, stepping out of the shadows; amusement, a challenge,     ❛❛     I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS WAS A TEAM JOB. But, well,     ❜❜     a subtle click of the tongue as she reluctantly sheathes the claw,     ❛❛     I SUPPOSE Gotham’s big enough for the both of us…     that is, unless you have a problem with sharing ?     ❜❜     a jest / nothing more than poking at the bear     [ PLEASE, CATWOMAN DOESN’T SHARE, ]

A slight tilt of her head, orbs gleaming with interest as she sizes him up, trying to work out his angle. NO FEAR IN HER POSTURE; just curiosity mixed with a hint of…     FRIENDLY, ALBEIT COMPETITIVE SPIRIT. Catwoman waits, gloved fingers casually resting on her hip; HE’S NO BATMAN, SHE CAN GATHER THAT MUCH, AT LEAST.

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Edward slowly nodded his head. “That’s understandable, especially with the context behind them since you were in danger and shit. At least they helped you to become smarter and gave you better critical thinking skills and other intellectual skills on top of that...I hope.” 

He then shrugged. Edward assumed that although he was terrible in the past he wasn’t the most terrible person that Red Hood had to deal with, past or present. 

“I have another question to ask you, would you be able to help me on some cases that I’m working on? Due to their situations, it's too dangerous for me to do on my own and I need your help.”

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📱 ((dick or Roy is fine!))

2:36 am

[Text] what's your favorite number?

[Text] I don't think I have one

[Text] don't say 69

[Text] actually do say it, it's just like you

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As he noticed Red Hood stealing his keys, Eddie rolled his eyes and reluctantly got into the passenger's seat of his car. He then turned on the GPS and put the location that they needed to go on it.

Looking at it, it was going to be a long ride. Eddie was grateful that he prepared for this and packed a lot of stuff.

As he buckled himself into his seat, Eddie looked at Red and commented “I did pay you to help me with this, so yeah I don’t mind you driving my car. But it’s my car, so treat it well. I expect to meet a lot of resistance when we get to the crime scene, so I’m glad that you’re here.”

While Red Hood drove his car, Eddie took a quick glance back at the other seats and saw a large bag that was there. “Damn Red Hood, are all of those just weapons?”

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continued from x | @the-mocking-robin ( don't threaten me with a good time 👀 you're gonna get an answer to both, too! )

Roy wouldn't usually do this. Touch Jason's scars without permission was bound to set off some sort of a reaction, he knew that much. But given their relatively tight partnership, Roy also knew he had some privileges that others didn't. So, when he reached out to touch the very obvious scar across that exposed shoulder blade, so close to the neck it was was frightening - it was done clearly out of honest concern.

Roy listened as Jason explained. Choosing his words carefully, clearly dropping details, crafting a well crafted frame of a story in hopes he wouldn't divulge into the particulars. There could be a lot of reasons why he decided not to depict the full picture. It might be too painful to do so.

His already retracted hand reached for his root beer, taking a sip as he lifted it to his lips. "Looks like you took a hell of a beating while doing it, though." Roy stated bluntly, though there was no expectation of any elaboration from Jason's end. If he chose not to talk about it, Roy wasn't going to push. God knows how many things Roy found and still finds hard to talk about from his past, himself.

"Glad you made it out in one piece, though, Red."