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Post by Leonard Snart on Oct 8, 2017 22:12:28 GMT -5
 | - I'M NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A HERO - Being alone in Gotham City was not something Leonard had planned on doing anytime soon. In fact, he had never even wanted to go to the damned place. It was all the Flash's fault in Snart's mind. The male had interrupted Snart in the middle of a heist and decided to be the big hero everyone thought he was. Barry could have taken Snart to Iron Heights, but noo. This goody two-shoes had to take his cold gun and leave him in the middle of Gotham.
Within ten minutes of being dropped in the middle of God knows where, Leonard found himself pressed against a wall in some alleyway with a knife to his throat. The person wielding the knife shouted at him to drop all of his money and 'leave the cruggly parka in the dumpster where it belongs.'
After he was certain he was alone, Leonard took a breath and glanced at the buildings above him. "People actually live here? Compared to this, Central is a god damned paradise" he mumbled, making his way down the sidewalk.
Wrapping his arms around himself, he rubbed at his sides, it was colder here than in Central, and it didn't help that he was just naturally cold. Just to make matters worse, he felt the first drops of rain hit his face and he cursed the gods above for this day.
"Couldn't you just let me have one good day?" he said, speaking to no one, and while he was crossing the road, he silently hoped a car would come flying down the street. Sadly, none did and he made his way to his target, a small 24/7 cafe, named after the Batman himself, The Batcafe.
Stepping into the warmer interior, he was glad to find that he had some money left. Just enough for a small cup of coffee, or in his case a cup of hot chocolate. With marshmallows of course, but he sat down, grimacing at the way his wet clothes stuck to him.
It started to rain pretty hard and Snart realized he was going to be in this cafe for a long time. Putting his head on the table, the male groaned and waited for his drink.
He waited for what felt like forever, but it was really only five minutes, when he heard the click of heels. Picking his head up, he went cross-eyed as the napkin he rested his head on stuck to his forehead.
"Here ya go sir, one hot chocolate with marshmallows" the waitress said and put the cup down next to him. He nodded a thanks and peeled the napkin off. Picking up the cup, he took a sip, moaning gratefully at the sting the scalding drink gave. |
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Post by Jason Todd on Oct 9, 2017 0:20:27 GMT -5
I know that blood will be spilled. And if you wont, then I will. The Red HoodMy grave will never be filled. It's either kill or be killed. Jason was having a decidedly good day. He got to punch The Riddler in the face, blew up a drug lab down near Burnley, made a mob boss cry, and even avoided the Batclan. All in all, it was a productive and satisfying time. Granted, he was supposed to be hunting down a lead on a new hyper-toxin cropping up in the underground circuit. That's what led him to Burnley and that mobster to begin with. He didn't receive that answers he liked and that pissed him off just a tad bit. Okay, so maybe he didn't need to throw the guy out a two-story window. But, hey, at least Jason had a line secured around the man's ankle so he didn't leave a nasty splatter on the ground below. Really, he should receive brownie points for keeping that scumbag alive. He's been good all day long. That should count for something, right?As a reward for his immaculate self-restraint, he was making his way to one of his favorite diners in Otisburg. Sure, it was a bit rundown and emanated a stench only failing restaurants of questionable cleanliness held, but they made some amazing chili dogs. He figured that was a fair enough trade-off. It's not like food poisoning was too much of a concern for him when his body healed quicker than is natural. Jason made a mental note to send Talia a thank you knife. She'll probably appreciate that.It started raining as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Not for the first time, he was glad he chose a uniform with a helmet. Having soaking wet hair constantly sticking to his face had been irritating in his Robin days. He cast a grapple line out just before he jumped from the final building. Unlike Nightwing, he preferred to make sure his line was secure before flinging himself off a ten-story building. He's been dead and done that, no need for a repeat performance. Thanks, but no thanks. Check please. It would have been quicker to take his motorcycle, but he was enjoying stretching his legs. As sad as it was to say, good days like this were rare to come by for the antihero. More often than not, he felt the Pit Madness clawing at his sanity and driving him to rage. So, when he actually felt good, he clung to it like a lifeline.He landed with a heavy 'thud' before strolling casually into the greasy diner. He was a somewhat regular customer, at least for a vigilante. Without fail, however, he always garnered shocked looks and whispers and no shortage of 'subtle' camera phones pointing in his direction. Ordinary heroes would be concerned about the videos, and he was to some degree, but he didn't exactly have a secret identity to protect. After all, Jason Peter Todd had been declared legally dead at fifteen. So, he had been free to roam around maskless if he so felt it, which wasn't often.Jason removed his red helmet, revealing an equally scarlet domino covering his teal eyes. Originally, he wore the domino for the aesthetic and theatrics, but it just became a Thing for the antihero and he's worn it since. He glanced around the diner, scoping out potential threats and marking changes. As soon as his eyes landed on a familiar face, an amused smirk worked its way up his lips. This day just kept getting better and better.He swaggered over to the booth Leonard Snart occupied and sat down heavily without invitation. He kicked up his armored boots and let them land with an obnoxious 'thunk' on the man's bench. That entertained, almost cocky smirk never wavered. The Central City antihero looked to be having a rough day, if his lack of signature parka, soaked clothes, and missing weapon was anything to go by. "Well, well, what brings you to sunny Gotham City, Popsicle Jr? Looking to cause some trouble?"No one ever said he was polite. His voice was laden with the same amusement that covered his face. The shark-like grin turning up his lips was none-too-reassuring. Whether he was asking if Snart came looking for trouble or was interested in partnering up to cause trouble was never clarified."Speaking"
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Post by Claire Vega on Oct 9, 2017 1:28:36 GMT -5
Claire sat alone at a small table, sipping her coffee, paying little to no attention to the strangers around her. She smirked at a text she received, and replied "Not in this lifetime." Before placing her phone back into her pocket.
This place was disgusting, but it was one of the places she used to frequent for coffee when she was poor, living in the slums with her mother. She had to admit that it brought back some memories. She had come a long way in a short time. Sure, it was because she was stealing from rich people here and there, but it's not like they really missed it anyway.
It began to rain our side and slowly more people started taking up the empty tables around her. Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Something..red. A strange red helmet more specifically. The woman remembered she had heard about this guy. Another weirdo vigilante running around beating up criminals like Batman. Claire looked over, only with her eyes. She kept her head in the same position looking down at her coffee cup. Around her, people were trying to sneak pictures and whispering to the people they were here with. "Pssst..is that the Red Hood?" Someone behind her asked. "I think it is!" The next person almost couldn't contain their excitement. The man went to a seat occupied by another man who she didn't recognize (Sorry Snart!) and she wondered what sort of person makes acquaintances with men such as that Red whatever his name is.
Claire decided to stick around for a bit longer. She didn't feel like getting soaked in the rain anyway.
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Post by Leonard Snart on Oct 9, 2017 1:52:51 GMT -5
| - I'M NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A HERO - "Well, well, what brings you to sunny Gotham City, Popsicle Jr? Looking to cause some trouble?" Only one person would approach him so casually. Well maybe not one seeing as he isn't as scary as he'd like to be, but he can dream.
"That damned speedster. And I am not going to cause trouble in the Bat's territory. No thank you, I like my life." he said, putting his cup down, but the way he set it caused it to tip over.
The sudden heat on his lap caused the male to jump up and swear. Glaring at the cup like it had offended his ancestors, Snart cleaned the mess up and shot glares at people who were trying to record the legendary 'Red Hood'.
Sitting back down after a half attempt at drying the table, he dropped his head on the table with a thud. "Maybe if I drop my head enough, I'll get brain trauma and die" he mumbled to the vigilante.
"One of these days I'm just gonna quit this. Too much stress. Not enough rewards. That and I'm sick of the scarlet asshole asking me to be good" he said, waving his hand and letting it drop onto his head.
Peeking at the other male in front of him through his arm, he closed his eyes. "How far from Central are we?" he asked, in hopes that the bat-member knew off of the top of his head.
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Post by Jason Todd on Oct 9, 2017 2:39:39 GMT -5
I know that blood will be spilled. And if you wont, then I will. The Red HoodMy grave will never be filled. It's either kill or be killed. "That damned speedster. And I am not going to cause trouble in the Bat's territory. No thank you, I like my life." Jason snorted at that and rolled his eyes behind the red domino. "Please, the Bat doesn't kill." If there was a sharp edge of bitterness weighing the words down, then Jason would pretend he didn't notice. He knew that fact well enough. If Bruce was willing to let the scum of the Earth keep breathing, like The Joker and Scarecrow, then Snart wouldn't even be a blip on his radar for 'possible murder targets'. It was a huge point of contention between Jason and his mentor. Once Snart spilled his...hot coco (what was he, twelve?) all over his lap, Jason laughed out loud. It was low and rough, but filled with genuine amusement. At the man's profuse cursing, Jason smirked. Yep, this day was definitely getting better. There's nothing like watching good ol' Captain Cold flailing with his drink to make a guy smile. "Maybe if I drop my head enough, I'll get brain trauma and die" Another chuckle worked it's way out of the antihero at the melodramatic words. "Been dead, done that. Got a refund cus it wasn't that fun. But, hey, if you really wanna bite the bullet, I can help." He gave a subtle hand motion to the pistols harnessed beneath his signature leather jacket. No need to freak the civvies out by waving his guns around. That teasing, almost vicious grin widened, making it hard to tell if he was joking or genuinely offering to shoot the man. Jason glanced around as the not-so-quiet whispers and clicks of cameras reached him. One of the only good sides of being 'the crazy murderous Bat' was most people had the common sense not to ask for his autograph or a selfie with him. Then again, he did have some fun with the ones that did. His attention was drawn back to Snart as he spoke once more. "One of these days I'm just gonna quit this. Too much stress. Not enough rewards. That and I'm sick of the scarlet asshole asking me to be good" Red Hood scoffed in obvious disbelief. "Yeah, sure. How many times you say that and keep on going? Ya know what they say, 'once a thief, always a thief'." The words could easily apply to both men, as Jason grew up stealing to survive. Gotham was a cruel, unforgiving place for a kid to raises themselves in, especially in Crime Alley. "How far from Central are we?" Jason scratched his chin for a moment as he mentally estimated the distance. "About sixteen hours, give or take." The corner of his lips curled up in a smirk at the thief's misfortune. A crack of thunder drew his attention to the storm raging outside. "Though I'd wait to hitchhike your ass home. 'Less you wanna drown in a puddle." Now that would be down right hilarious. He'd totally snap that.
Just then, a waitress came by to take the empty cup and dirty napkins. However, in the process, she knocked Jason's helmet from the table. She let out a startled sound and profuse apologies. There was more embarrassment than fear in hear tone. It was well known in these areas that Red Hood looked out for the little people and was no threat to the average waitress.
He just flashed a grin and went to grab the helmet from where it rolled. Which just so happened to be under a lady's table. He looked at the woman with a sly grin. "Don't s'pose I could have my helmet back?" His voice, while naturally low and somewhat rough, held a light, friendly tone. He could just grab it from under her, but that would be rude and would invade her personal space. That was a big 'no-no' for the antihero. The bulky vigilante leaned against the booth with a relaxed air."Speaking"
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Post by Claire Vega on Oct 9, 2017 3:43:52 GMT -5
The girl couldn't help herself now, and looked over as the other man spilled his drink all over his lap. This was her chance to move in. She smirked and grabbed some napkins off her table, grabbed her drink with the other hand and casually walked over to where the men were sitting at.
Claire sat down right next to the man who had spilled his drink, invading his personal space and patted his pants down with some napkins. It was half assed though, as she was looking at his face. "You might want to keep your drink inside the cup next time." she teased. Her tone was soft and playful. A second later she turned her eyes to Red..uh. helmet head. "Seems like you're kind of a big deal around here." She wondered if he was rich. From the looks of it neither one of them were. Normally she wouldn't have walked up to these people, but she couldn't help herself. She was curious like a cat sometimes.
Before Claire could get another word in, the clumsy waitress dropped the Red man's stuff. She waited impatiently for her to bend down and grab the helmet from under her legs, nervously handing it back to him. Her cheeks were bright pink.
"Miss, could you bring this man another of whatever he was having? Thank you." She smiled and turned back to Snart as the waitress quickly scurried away. "Don't worry, it looks like you're homeless so I'll buy." The poor guy looked like he had gone through enough but she still had to tease.
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Post by Leonard Snart on Oct 9, 2017 4:13:13 GMT -5
| - I'M NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A HERO - Keeping his head on the table, he heard the vigilante say something along the lines of "Though I'd wait to hitchhike your ass home. 'Less you wanna drown in a puddle."
Picking his head from the table, he watched as woman sauntered over, napkins and drink in hand. Raising an eyebrow as she sat herself down, Snart moved himself over to make room for her.
Opening his mouth to speak, the woman cut him off. "You might want to keep your drink inside the cup next time." Looking at her, he rolled his eyes. "Really? I thought it would just be better spilled all over me. I'll have to try that next time."
Just then she started to pat his pants with the napkins she brought over. He could feel the heat rising to his face as he let out a high pitched noise of surprise. He then launched himself to the side to get some room between them.
Putting his head in his arms to hide his face, he vaguely caught what the two were talking about, something about Red Hood being a big deal in Gotham?
"Miss, could you bring this man another of whatever he was having? Thank you." he heard and he picked his head up to look at her. He certainly didn't have enough for another, and it was as if she was reading his mind because she added on, "Don't worry, it looks like you're homeless so I'll buy."
Giving a disbelieving look, Snart shook his head. "That's it. Never coming to Gotham again. Captain Cold has been vanquished. Murdered by Gotham. I can't wait to leave. Central is so much nicer. I'mm gonna kick Flash's ass twice over now" he said in his usual dramatic way.
Putting his head in his hands, he looked to Red Hood. "Do i really look homeless? Is this what homeless looks like in Gotham?" he asked, and another sudden crack of thunder caused him to jump.
Gotham was really getting to him. He needed to leave before he became as paranoid as the Bat. Now that was something he really didn't need or want.
Soon the waitress came back with another cup and handed it to Snart and he nodded a thanks and took the cup, which now had a handle and a pile of napkins.
Narrowing his eyes, he took the napkins and pushed them to the center of the table and took a sip of his drink, effectively leaving himself with a coco mustache.
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Post by Jason Todd on Oct 9, 2017 4:40:05 GMT -5
I know that blood will be spilled. And if you wont, then I will. The Red HoodMy grave will never be filled. It's either kill or be killed. Jason watched as a woman came over and helped Snart clean up his mess, all while teasing him. "You might want to keep your drink inside the cup next time." Jason let out a small chuckle and nodded. "Yeah, Snart. Listen to what she said." Her attention then turned to him as she spoke once more. "Seems like you're kind of a big deal around here." He gave a nonchalant shrug. "Eh, depends on who ya ask. Crime Alley likes me enough. GCPD and the Diamond District? Not so much." He didn't point out that the giant red bat emblazoned on his chest piece was all but a neon sign that he ran with The Big Bad Bat. Or, well, occasionally ran with him. Other times, it was more like they were punching each other into comas. Depends on the day and how many bodies there were laying around. The GCPD wasn't too fond of the fact that he was technically a mob boss, nor how high his kill count was. Diamond District wasn't too fond of him because he rallied behind the street rats and was raised in Crime Alley, evident in the thick street accent tainting his words. He couldn't be bothered to care who didn't like him. If he did, he'd be fretting all day and night as that list was long.
When she brought up Leonard looking like a homeless man, it took a good amount of effort not to point and laugh at the man. His lips twitched with restrained laughter. "That's it. Never coming to Gotham again. Captain Cold has been vanquished. Murdered by Gotham. I can't wait to leave. Central is so much nicer. I'mm gonna kick Flash's ass twice over now" Jason just shook his head at the words. "Someone didn't get enough marshmallows in their cocoa today. Jay would kick your noodle ass, Lenny." "Do i really look homeless? Is this what homeless looks like in Gotham?" The muscular vigilante folded his arms and tilted his head as he looked the man over critically. A low hum left his throat, as if in deep thought. "Nah, the homeless here look better. You look like you crawled out of Manta's garbage can, dude." Spying the cocoa mustache, Jason grinned just a little more, though he made no motion to mention it to Snart. If he was lucky, he could grab a picture of him and send it to Barry. No doubt the speedster would appreciate it. His attention switched to the unknown woman as he examined her. He didn't see any visible weapons or signs of aggression. Then again, some of the worst people were the ones who could hide their fangs and venom behind pretty grins and saccharine words. For the moment, he welcomed the additional company. Jason was in a pretty jovial mood, compared to his usual setting of wrath, rage, and ruin. "Name's Red Hood, nice ta meet ya. What brings you 'round here?""Speaking"
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Post by Claire Vega on Oct 9, 2017 5:43:38 GMT -5
She chucked as Snart squirmed away from her. "What? I was just trying to help." Claire winked and looked back to Jason. "You don't look all that scary.. I guess I was expecting you to be bigger." she shrugged. "I guess you're big where it counts." Maybe she was pushing her luck by teasing these men, but it was too good to pass up. She never was good at holding her tongue.
"Captain Cold, hm? I've heard of you too." She looked him up and down. "Don't worry, someday you will find something you're good at. Then maybe you won't be homeless anymore." She smirked and tried to wipe the chocolate mustache off his face. "I'm sorry. You look like you had a rough night.
This was getting interesting. Very interesting. She just happened to bump into Red Hood AND Captain Cold in some shitty diner. Leonard Snart was a good thief, despite the fact that he was constantly caught by the Flash. She had the idea of asking him to team up for a bit. Claire never tried any of the big robberies he's done before, but decided not to. Not only because Red Hood was there, but because she found it easy to work alone. She didn't get the big bucks like he did but she was very low profile. It was impossible for her to get caught.
"I'm Claire. A nobody compared to you two but I do just fine." She smiled and brushed some hair from out of her face. "I used to live around here. Just visiting really. And you two.. friends? Or an odd couple."
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When the woman reached over to wipe something off his face, Snart went crossed-eyed trying to look at her hand. 'How old does she think I am? Two?' he thought, nodded a small thanks. "I'm sorry. You look like you had a rough night" and he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm gonna have to send the Flash a 'Fuck You' basket." he said, waving a hand in the air.
He kept his hands wrapped around his cup and watched as Red Hood turned his attention to the mysterious female. As he introduced himself, Snart found himself staring into his drink in thought. 'She obviously knew who he was. Why would she sit here with them? They don't exactly have the best reputations.'
Looking up when she spoke, well her name was Claire, so he could use that instead of 'woman' and 'female'. She continued speaking and Snart's head snapped to her when she asked if they were a couple.
"No! I mean, no, we're not. We're only friends" he said a little too quickly and mumbled some comment about how he 'doesn't even swing that way' but he was certain every could tell he was lying about being straight. "I'm just visiting Gotham. Unwillingly might I add, but thanks to the Flash, I'm certain Trickster has the Khandaq Dynasty Diamond and Mick and Lisa are in Iron Heights" he said, taking another sip of his drink.
Looking around, he could see the people leaving the diner and some entering, but people would occasionally stop outside the window and stare at Red Hood. Shifting his position so he was leaning back, he crossed his legs and tapped a small tune on his glass. "Anything interesting happen in Gotham?" he asked, looking at the two.
Nothing interesting really happens in Central, besides when Zoom or Grodd decides to attack but that wasn't often. All Len was doing in Central was trying to reshape the rogues code to his own standards, but some people weren't having it.
That's why Mick, Lisa and him decided to branch off and make their own little group, eventually adopting that Hartley kid and Mardon into their little group. They've been trying to get Axel but the other's have him wrapped around their fingers.
"That Scarecrow guy, he's locked up right?" he asked, not wanting a run in with him. 'Crow is the last person he wants to meet. Snart will deny the obvious fear in his question, but it was a legitimate concern. You never know what crazy is lurking around in Gotham today.
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Post by Jason Todd on Oct 9, 2017 23:00:13 GMT -5
I know that blood will be spilled. And if you wont, then I will. The Red HoodMy grave will never be filled. It's either kill or be killed. Jason didn't even bother to repress his growing amusement at how flustered Leonard was getting. Watching the notorious criminal fumbling over himself at the teasing was certainly one of the highlights of his day. "You don't look all that scary.. I guess I was expecting you to be bigger. I guess you're big where it counts." The antihero let out a low laugh at her words. She was definitely entertaining, that was for sure. "You can't tell, but I'm wiggling my eyebrows suggestively under this domino." The downside to wearing a domino mask was it made winking and suggestive eyebrow wiggles pretty much moot as others wouldn't be able to see it. Alas, he usually has to find other ways to get his point across.
He gave a one-shouldered shrug, smirk still curling the corner of his lips. "Eh, I don't see the point in being scary when there's no dirtbags in need of scaring around. I'm not a total dick." Sure, Jason enjoyed traumatizing certain criminals, such as rapists and child abusers, but he was rather adamant against frightening civilians. They got enough to deal with in this twisted city without him adding to their mounting issues. There were plenty of corrupt and crooked people to turn over and take from in Gotham.
"I'm Claire. A nobody compared to you two but I do just fine. I used to live around here. Just visiting really. And you two.. friends? Or an odd couple." Jason blinked in surprise at the question before that trouble making look returned. Teal eyes flashed over to Snart to see him getting flustered all over again. "No! I mean, no, we're not. We're only friends" He sent a small, exaggerated pout to the man. "Aww, baby that hurts. And here I thought we were ready to take our relationship to the next level." His voice was layered with joking coquetry.
He turned to look back at Claire. "You from Crime Alley?" Maybe he was projecting a bit, but anyone raised in Gotham tended to avoid this area unless they were from this area. Case in point, Jason was born and raised in Crime Alley and liked to patrol the streets to protect the people he knew the cops ignored. He liked to look out for his own.
His attention was then turned back to Leonard as he continued on. "I'm just visiting Gotham. Unwillingly might I add, but thanks to the Flash, I'm certain Trickster has the Khandaq Dynasty Diamond and Mick and Lisa are in Iron Heights" At that, Jason snorted and gave Snart an almost incredulous look. "Really? You better hope Trickster didn't snag the diamond or Adam's gonna descend and blow you all up."
Now, there's not a lot of people Jason could honestly say he's wary about, but Black Adam was definitely one of them. Teth Adam was as intense as he was powerful and anyone with God-like abilities was someone Jason preferred not to tangle with, if he could help it, thanks. Unlike Bruce, he had some realistic notion on his own limitations.
"Anything interesting happen in Gotham?" Jason laughed lowly at the words. "Man, there's always something interesting happening in this hellhole. If not, we can make something interesting happen. Us Gothamites know how to have a good time, Right Claire?" That shark-like grin returned, sharp as razors and twice as lethal. He was perhaps the only one gathered here that liked riling up Batman and his merry troupe of birds. He sent Claire a wicked look that hinted at the mess he was already planning on making.
He was brought out of his thoughts on what he trouble he could get into when Snart spoke up again. "That Scarecrow guy, he's locked up right?" Jason let out a teasing coo at the words. "What's wrong, he scare you that much?" Not that he could blame the thief. Jason's had his fair share of run ins with his fear toxin and it was not fun. "Speaking"
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Post by Claire Vega on Oct 10, 2017 1:00:13 GMT -5
The young woman giggled at the comment Snart made about the Flash. "That was awfully nice of him to only send you here. I mean look, you had the pleasure of meeting me."
Claire winked and bit her bottom lip very slightly at Jason to add to the flirting remarks. These guys were fun enough, it was nice to see some people who could take jokes for once. Gotham people are so uptight.
"So.. Red Hood, that means thieves don't bother you?" There was a tone in her voice that hinted that she was also in fact one, she wondered if he'd pick up on it from her voice. It's not like he could do anything about it anyway, except maybe follow her and she'd probably just enjoy that. There wouldn't be any evidence of her crimes either, since she uses mind control and the suckers just hand their wallet or whatever else she wanted right to her. No force was necessary. "I heard you only punish the really bad ones, like murderers and such. Is stealing not worth your time? You seem to get along with this one well enough." She motioned to Leonard.
She laughed at Snart again and looked back to Jason with a nod. "Yes, with my mother. But we've since moved to somewhere a little.. nicer. It was a typical single mother raising a child sob story, nothing interesting trust me."
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These people all made names for themselves, whether good or bad it didn't matter. They were famous. Claire wanted to be too. Was she going to have to start dressing up in strange costumes and using an alias to do it?
Jason answered Leonard about things happening in Gotham, and turned to look at her after. Claire nodded. "What are you plotting?" There was curiosity in her eyes and her mouth slowly started moving to a grin. She was almost lost in thought about the trouble they could be causing when Snart spoke up again. "So what AREN'T you afraid of?" she went to her typical teasing again. "He's someone I probably wouldn't want to bump into if I were on his bad side, but it doesn't matter what side you are on, you definitely don't want to run into the Joker. I hear he kills his own men too. For fun. Or boredom. Or just looking at him wrong."
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Post by Leonard Snart on Oct 10, 2017 6:24:35 GMT -5
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| - I'M NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A HERO - Snart gave the male and odd look when he said that 'Adam will descend and blow him up.' It took a moment before he realized who 'Adam' was and the little bit of color he had drained when a picture of an angrier Black Adam coming to Central popped into his head.
He was about to say something when Claire spoke up about thieves, and this caught his interest. Was she a theif? If so, was she interested in going with big jobs like banks, because if she was Snart could always use another person for his little ring of thieves. Hell maybe if he was lucky enough, Red Hood would join. Not that he was getting his hopes up or anything, but a man can dream, can't he?
"What are you plotting?" Claire asked and Snart looked at her and shrugged, gaining some of his usual attitude back. Now that he was no longer embarrassing himself in front of an entire diner's worth of people, he had a level head and was certain no one can ruin it.
"Just the usual, try robbing a bank once I get home, starting another ring of thieves, maybe get some ice cream." he said, waving his hand slightly in the air. "If you're interested I suppose you can tag along," he said, looking at both of them,
"What's wrong, he scare you that much?" Now usually Snart would keep his cool during most situations, but the Scarecrow, that is a whole different story he doesn't want to open. That man is freakier than most everything Snart knows, and he knows a super-intelligent ape.
"So what AREN'T you afraid of?" and Snart gave a slightly offended gasp. "A lot of things, it's just..Gotham is a lot scarier than Central. Crazier people here. Central our hero just shoves us and puts us in prison really fast. Here the guy breaks at least seventeen of your bones before bringing you in" he said and looked at Jason, not so subtlely eyeing the red bat symbol on his chest.
"It doesn't matter what side you are on, you definitely don't want to run into the Joker. I hear he kills his own men too. For fun. Or boredom. Or just looking at him wrong." Snart gave Claire an overexaggerated look. "You had to bring him up. In front of him?" he asked, gesturing to Jason.
"But in all seriousness, Joker is probably third on my 'Do not run into list'. It goes Mr. Freeze, Scarecrow than mayybe Joker, or Zsasz. Haven't decided" he said, and downed the rest of his cocoa. He grimaced at the taste of it. "Cold. All the marshmallows melted. Shame" he said and looked at the Claire. "You ever interested in doing a big job, you know where to find me" he said and waited for Jason's impending rant about the Joker.
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Oh, my goodness gracious! I've been bamboozled!
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Post by Jason Todd on Oct 10, 2017 9:50:56 GMT -5
I know that blood will be spilled. And if you wont, then I will. The Red HoodMy grave will never be filled. It's either kill or be killed. "That was awfully nice of him to only send you here. I mean look, you had the pleasure of meeting me." Jason flashed a cheeky sort of smile and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Len, you should give him a fruit basket, not a fuck you basket. If he sent you to Iron Heights, you wouldn't be having so much fun right now." Maybe Jason would swing by Central and punch some baddies as a sort of 'thank you' to the scarlet speedster. After all, it's not everyday you run into Captain Cold post-mugging, sulking in a diner and meet a funny chick ready to cause trouble.At the wink and lip bite, he put a hand to his heart in a theatrical sort of swoon. "Careful ricura, I might fall in love." His voice was light and a low chuckle followed his words. "So.. Red Hood, that means thieves don't bother you?" Jason gave a lax little shrug. He had a sneaking suspicion she was not-so-subtly referring to herself. If so, he was thinking tonight would get even more interesting. "Not really, not when there's worse things to focus on. Not to mention I ain't above skimmin' from assholes like Luthor and Falcone. They don't need or deserve what they got." Really, he kind of liked stealing from people like that; the mobsters and socialites that got their wealth from crushing innocent people. The rich get richer and all that. Plus, he really enjoyed watching them get utterly infuriated every time he jacked their wares and money."I heard you only punish the really bad ones, like murderers and such. Is stealing not worth your time? You seem to get along with this one well enough." The antihero gave a a small nod at her words. She heard right. "S'all a matter of priorities. There's a good chance every time I stop to take down a thief here, someone else gets torn apart over there. 'Sides, Cold ain't all that bad anymore. We share a pretty similar moral code: No hurtin' kids and innocents." Overall, he was cool with the thief due to their shared viewpoints and methods. Jason didn't particularly care if Snart swiped an ugly painting from some elitist snob so long as he didn't gun down anyone who didn't deserve it in the process.
When Claire spoke of her past, being raised by her mother in Crime Alley, Jason couldn't help but think back on his own history. How he was practically raised by his own mother in the same area. Although, it'd be more appropriate to say he took care of her, given the fact that she was usually too high on one thing or another to function. Jason couldn't help but feel a small deal of kinship with the woman from a similiar upbringing. "Heh, guess Gotham needs to come up with a new schtick." Pretty much anywhere was nicer than Crime Alley, if Jason were being honest. And while on that honesty note, he'd have to admit he felt a fondness for the dirtied streets and harsh inhabitants. You could take the boy from Crime Alley, but you can't take the Alley from the boy.
"What are you plotting?" He scratched his chin in thought for a moment before speaking. "While Snart might want to hit a bank, I'm thinkin' something...funner." Now, Red Hood's definition of 'fun' was a little skewed and not often the popular idea of 'fun'. "I'm thinkin' we knock over one of Sionis' clubs. Black Mask likes to store goodies in there along with plenty of stacks. We pop in, clip his men, turn over his storage area, and piss off Roman all in one go. That sounds like a great time." He flashed a wolfish grin, all too ready to raid Black Mask's club just for the hell of it. To be fair, he tried to wring one of Jason's men for information not too long ago and Jason needed to pay him back for that.His attention turned to Snart when the man started talking about how much worse Gotham was compared to Central. Jason just shook his head with a small smirk. The poor guy was in over his head in this area. It always was a bit like culture shock when Jason visited other cities. Gotham was like a whole other breed of city, totally unique in it's viciousness and degenracy. When he mentioned Bruce's tendency to brutalize criminals, Jason snorted. Well, he's not wrong. He shifted slightly as Snart eyed up his bat-symbol to allow his jacket to display just a bit more of the armored chestpiece. That smirk grew just a bit in size.Then the Joker was brought up and Jason let out an irritated noise bordering on a growl. It was clear in the way his posture shifted from casual to coiled and ready to strike just how he felt about the clown. Jason clenched his fists as the memories of that painted freak crowded his mind. "The Joker is a pedazo de mierda. He filled graveyards and Batman still won't kill that worthless pendejo. I've got a crowbar with his name on it." He really did have a crowbar set aside for the moment he got his hands on the clown. "When I get ahold of him, I'm gonna beat him 'til he bursts like the world's ugliest pinata." His voice was brimming with venom and rough with hate. There was a promise lurking in his words. It was clear in that moment just how lethal the antihero could be. Whatever Snart said next was lost on Jason as he tried to choke down the growing Pit haze beckoning him to lose control. Jason couldn't afford to let the Madness take over."Speaking"
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Notes: Proof-reading??? Never heard of her
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Post by Claire Vega on Oct 11, 2017 1:50:18 GMT -5
Claire nodded in agreement to Jason's word to not harming children or innocent people. "I agree completely. Though I haven't had to hurt anyone at all. Less violence, less chance of being caught too. The only thing I ever carry on me is a knife for protection but that's really just for muggers and other creeps. Have to be careful when you look this good." At least they appeared to be on the same page with that.
"Bank robbing sounds like it could be fun, but I'm not sure if you guys could do anything without kicking everyone's ass inside. Well, mainly him.." pointing to Jason casually. "Either one sounds fun, as long as you promise not to get me killed. I can throw some punches but I'm not anywhere near as experienced as the both of you." Her bank account wasn't as big as she would like it to be, if they did have success it would make things a ton easier. If she happened to die, these guys better make sure to visit her mom and make sure she's ok every day. If not she'd haunt them. Of course she didn't tell them this. Her mom was her world, and the only reason she was more into crimes with lower risk. If Claire were to die or even be put in prison, her mom would be completely alone.
"Admit it snow cone, you like it here." She smiled big. Snart made a comment about mentioning "Him" in front of Jason, leaving Claire slightly confused. She found out right away why it was a mistake. Jason instantly went on a rant, something about beating him until he pops. There was a definite rage in his eyes. Claire looked sincere for the first time tonight. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Whatever the Joker did to Red Hood, she was clueless to. From his reactions and frustration it was clear that it was something bad. Really bad.
"Uh.. truthfully I've been hoping to run into someone super rich like Bruce Wayne. If I could get even a small percentage of his money I'd be set. Maybe. I'm greedy though so who knows" she tried to change the subject again, hoping that it would snap Jason out of his scary trance. "I got into one of his parties once, but wasn't able to get him alone to work my magic."
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