DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 03:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:15 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason is following a black sedan through downtown Gotham (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG), which he believes will lead him to a kidnapped woman and her daughter. The car has taken a stop at a bar, and Jason sees another figure stalking the rooftops from a distance. He gives chase, though he doesn't yet recognize who it is he is following.<hr><hr><br>With night came a familiar coldness that settled over Gotham. It was windy, biting, and lethal if you were left out in it without some proper clothing. Jason had seen people taken by frostbite, having gone to sleep in their alleyways huddled beneath garbage only to never wake up. He had spent a few years living that reality, and counted his blessings daily that it had ended with him living in Wayne Manor, where hot cocoa, blankets, and roaring fireplaces were seemingly around each corner.<br><br>He was bundled up tightly, his jacket zipped up to the bottom of his helmet, the heating elements in his undershirt and pants pulsing with a soft, steady heat, his boots warm to the touch, big fat snowflakes melting instantly as they landed on leather. Still, despite all of this, Jason Todd felt cold and irritated as he stood on a rooftop above an unmarked black sedan, which had made <em>another</em> stop. This had been the third in two hours; Once at a convenience store for a pack of cigarettes, a second time at an apartment building- Jason had followed the perp inside, and knew that the kidnapping victim wasn't being stored there- and this stop at a bar. He could hear loud, raucous rock music filtering out from below. No chance that Samantha Oliveri and her daughter Maggie had been stashed in a place like this. It stood out too badly to cops, who got called in every few weeks to bust up a bar fight or some other illegal shit. The wife and daughter of Frankie Oliveri, the sales director of the Gotham branch of Kord Enterprises had been taken a day prior, and Jason had burned through a list of informants and witnesses that had brought him up to this point. He was 95% sure that if he kept following this sedan, he'd find the driver and the two goons who were downstairs pounding beers would likely spell relief for whoever was currently guarding Sam and Maggie. The idiots who had taken them had shot Frankie Oliveri during the kidnapping, and he had been in the ICU ever since; How the hell did these idiots expect him to pay bail? Jason wasn't going to let those innocent people die because their father, their husband was still in critical condition. He was going to find the kidnappers, secure the woman and the girl, then make them all pay. <div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oVVM8Dv.jpg)</div><br><br>Sitting on his haunches and waiting was making him cold again, so he began to pace the building's roof, squeezing his fists, wriggling his toes within his boots, trying to make the blood flow faster through his core and deliver more heat to his extremities. He didn't have to worry about the mask misting or freezing up, but when he saw some movement on a nearby rooftop, he wiped at his mask anyways, just to be sure it hadn't been a drop of snow or water messing with him. It wasn't an illusion or a trick of the eye; Jason could now definitely tell that someone was heading away from him, though they didn't seem to be in a rush, as if they were truly fleeing from him, so maybe they didn't realize he was there. He hesitated to follow. He had placed a tracker on the car after its first stop at the quickie mart, but he didn't want to miss any future stops it might have made after the bar. He'd have to make this quick, just to satisfy his curiosity... Jason started after the figure, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with astounding agility and grace, using his grapnel to cover any distances that would have proven otherwise troublesome. They had been a quarter mile away, at first, but Jason quickly halved that distance, and was almost within shouting range.<br><br>Still, he waited a little bit longer, until only a couple of rooftops distanced between them. They were far enough away in the darkness that he couldn't recognize them from behind, but he yelled after them anyways. <strong>"Hey! I know they don't plow the sidewalks around here, but the rooftops aren't any better."</strong> His boots crunched over light, unpacked snow, moving mindfully over terrains not exactly designed to be walked upon. He still was moving fast, though, and with a practiced leap, he was just the span of an entire roof away from them, snow steaming into water beneath his heels as he casually chased the other rooftop parkour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 04:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd, the Red Hood<br><strong>Scene music:</strong>&nbsp; Tigress and Red Hood reunite (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbvsS5koqgM)<br><br>Gotham winters seemed similar on the surface, but like so many things, the gothic, dark heart of the country was not all it appeared to be.&nbsp; The cold itself wasn't the problem, even if they saw the death of more than a few of the homeless masses that plagued this city and countless others like it.&nbsp; The cold here though was different, it was harder, made the people that lived in the crime capital of the states also harder because of it, but given the city's blood soaked history, that wasn't so surprising.&nbsp; There was something fundamentally wrong with Gotham, a sickness, a disease that affected the mind and rotted the heart of all but the staunchest of people.&nbsp; Artemis had seen more than her share of examples of how twisted people here were compared to other places of the world she'd visited.&nbsp; Admittedly, she'd only been to a few cities outside of Gotham, but she'd seen enough of them to get an idea that life outside Gotham would have made her a very different person.&nbsp; Someone that hadn't been through Hell until she received unexpected help from the last person she expected to meet when she had.&nbsp; That said, Gotham was, and would always be her home, and despite her feelings about the dark heart of the USA, she was at peace with the idea she'd probably die here at some point.&nbsp; But tonight felt oddly different from her average night on patrol as she ran across the rooftops as easily as some people ran across the hard, unforgiving asphalt.<br><br>Jumping across a gap on the run, Artemis loaded a granpel bolt into her hand crossbow, tied the line to her belt, and jumped the next gap in front of her before firing her grapnel line into the next building over.&nbsp; A swing later, aided by her forward momentum, had her landing on her designated target with a controlled roll which had her on her feet almost as quickly.&nbsp; She'd done that so many times in Star City it was practically second nature to her.&nbsp; That single thought though had Artemis stopping on the edge of the rooftop before her, her eyes downcast as her mind replayed that terrible night once again.&nbsp; The night that Oliver Queen had died.&nbsp; To say it had destroyed her wouldn't have been a far stretch, but like so many things in her fucked up life, Artemis had locked it away and thrown away the key after dealing with the worst of the raw emotions associated with the event.&nbsp; Mainly, she had retired her old "Artemis" get up and gone with something new, something far removed from her old persona.&nbsp; But she forced herself to focus on the task at hand before she could put those memories on constant repeat, and let out a soft growl in annoyance.&nbsp; She gritted her teeth, and did her best to force that series of memories into a dark recess of her mind, in no mood to deal with that mess right now.&nbsp; She needed something to hit, repeatedly.&nbsp; Or for someone to bang her into the nearest hard surface until she was pleasantly numb from the waist down, she hadn't decided which she wanted more honestly.&nbsp; Only that she needed to work off some frustration, and whether that was through sex or violence, or a combination of both, she didn't care, only that it happened.&nbsp; So here she was, hoping to find a drug deal to bust apart, maybe a few gang bangers to put into a hurt locker.&nbsp; What she found was the last thing she expected, but the surprise was far from unwelcome.<br><br>The voice was what clued her in to the fact she was being followed, sloppy on her part for coming out on patrol without her head fully devoted to the task at hand.&nbsp; Still, her annoyance at the slip up quickly gave way to recognition as she looked over her shoulder and let out a surprised little gasp at who had caught up with her.&nbsp; <strong>"Wow, I guess Bird Brain was right about the new get up.&nbsp; Not a bad look for you Jason."</strong>&nbsp; She had wanted to say more, but mentioning his fatal run in with Joker would have just been downright insensitive, even for her.&nbsp; That and she knew enough about the Lazarus Pit to know that people who went in didn't come out the same way.&nbsp; They were...different, changed, more violent, and given the nature of Jason's demise, she wouldn't have blamed him for being a bit unstable even without the side effects of the Pit.&nbsp; Even so, Artemis turned to face the appropriately named Red Hood and offered the man a smile beneath her mask, her lips one of the few parts about her still visible as she closed the distance between them, her steps sure and steady even on the uneven, tightly packed snow on the rooftop.&nbsp; <strong>"Guess I ain't the only one who chose to go with a new look.&nbsp; So Hood, what brings you out here?&nbsp; Anything I can lend a hand with because my night's been one giant bust so far."</strong>&nbsp; The gruff note in her voice aside, the sincerity at how glad she was to see him was unmistakable as she stood on the edge of one roof, him on the other, directly facing each other as Artemis put her gloved hands on her slender hips.&nbsp; With the moon at her back, she couldn't have looked better if she'd tried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 06:29:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason is startled to recognize Artemis, and teases her about her new uniform. Fills her in on his current mission, invites her along. Realizes that the car he had been tailing is now on the move, urgently begins to follow, hopefully with Tigress in tow.<hr><hr><br>Jason wasn't Dick Grayson, in the sense that sneaking wasn't really in his wheelhouse; Nightwing had sound-dampening boots and he moved with such slow, confident deliberation that he could sneak up on just about anything, but Jason had at least been quiet in his pursuit of the other rooftop dasher. He could vaguely make out a head of blonde hair whipping around in surprise. At first he couldn't recognize the orange and black-clad woman as she casually approached the lip of her rooftop, but there was something very familiar about her, and when she called him out by name, recognition washed over him. <strong>"Oh my god... Artemis?"</strong> He asked lowly, having not seen her since... Since before. When he had still been <em>Robin</em>. They had ran together a few times back then, after Dick had absconded to Bludhaven and her team of sideshow sidekicks had tried to recruit the new Robin into their ranks. He had waffled on the decision for a long time, but never got to make it before having his life taken by Joker. Still, he remembered sharing some good times with Artemis, and he had found her among the most tolerable of that group, since she wasn't a meta like the rest of them.<br><br><strong>"You've certainly changed, too,"</strong> he agreed, remembering a bit of his bravado and carelessness, crossing his arms defensively in front of his chest. <strong>"I liked the old get-up better, though. Green and yellow worked really well together."</strong> But it was certainly appropriate that she had grown into her own identity as she had become an adult. He too had shucked off the costume and mask that had nurtured him as a teenager, and adopted something more personal. Dick Grayson would always be Robin to the minds and hearts of Gothamites who had a longer memory, and he felt a bit more comfortable under the moniker of Red Hood, an alias that had been appropriated by so many criminals in the past, including Joker himself. It was appropriate that the identity was being brought to the side of justice, just as Jason Todd had been slowly changing gears over the last six years, forgetting his thirst for revenge against Bruce, Kate and Dick, instead opting to work reluctantly with them. Still, there was a third alias he would hope to adopt someday... When the time was right.<br><br><strong>"Actually, I guess it's kind of fortunate I ran into you up here,"</strong> Jason supposed, clearing his throat out at the end, kicking a snowdrift off of the lip of his rooftop and watching it plume down into the alley below. <strong>"Before I spotted you, I'd been tailing a trio of muscle that I think might be involved in a high profile kidnapping. An executive at Kord was shot in his home yesterday, his wife and daughter abducted from their rooms. They're expecting the husband to pay bail, but I don't even know if he's going to make it yet."</strong> It had all been grisly so far, but Jason knew that if he let that car get away, it could get worse still. He brought up the tracking device overlaid on a map of Gotham in his helmet's internal HUD, and swore out loud when he realized the car was in motion. It couldn't have been moving for more than a minute or two, but they had to get going, now, if they wanted to follow it to its next stop.<br><br><strong>"This way,"</strong> Jason gestured with a twitch of his head, to his right and her left. He took a running start and cleared to the next roof, before springing over another one, putting him side-by-side with Artemis. He glanced up and down at her new uniform, and finally gave an appreciative nod, though it was hard to tell if Jason liked the new look or if he was just admiring her long legs or her wide hips. <strong>"I've got some reliable intel that says these guys are the next shift of gunmen set to watch over the Oliveri's. With any luck, we'll have them at the hospital safe and sound, just in time to watch Frank Oliveri die,"</strong> he opined grimly, clearly not optimistic about the man's chances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 07:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:20<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd, the Red Hood<br><br>Unlike Jason, Artemis had kept tabs on the few people she had come to trust with her life.&nbsp; Hearing the news that Jason had bit the bullet had hurt more than she would have liked to admit at the time, but she was able to admit it now despite her tendency to lock away anything she didn't know how to deal with right off the bat.&nbsp; That fact aside though, she had shed more than a few tears for the man that had been killed on the job, a scenario she knew was possible for any of them, especially with the League gone.&nbsp; Still, those were thoughts for another time as she simply nodded to his shocked declaration, her gray eyes softening from their usual hard, predatory gleam.&nbsp; A visage that was only heightened by the mask she favored these days.&nbsp; Nothing could dampen her quickly rising mood, even when Hood mentioned her old outfit, Artemis only shrugged in response as she crossed her own slender if muscular arms under her armored chest, consequently pushing her breasts up a little bit in the process, not that they needed much help.<br><br><strong>"Things changed, as they did for you.&nbsp; I changed, but I kept the crossbow, just gave it a paint job to match the new look I've been going with for a while now.&nbsp; Kinda grew on me, and the name's Tigress now before you ask Red."</strong>&nbsp; The fact she had kept and upgraded her old backup weapon from her days as Artemis was besides the point as she listened intently to what Jason had to say about why he was out tonight, same as her.&nbsp; And the more she heard, the more it felt like she was reliving better days despite the grisly affair Jason laid out for her.&nbsp; <strong>"Right behind you Red."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis replied, wasting no time in getting a running start on her own building before making a similar jump so that they were soon side by side.&nbsp; She might not have had his regeneration from his trip in the Lazarus Pit, but Artemis wasn't one to let herself get hit in the first place if she could help it, so acrobatic feats like this were par for the course with how she was trained.&nbsp; That said, gunmen were sometimes tricky opponents, so having backup wasn't a bad idea for either of them.<br><br><strong>"Let's hold off on all that negativity.&nbsp; We beat the odds all the time Jason."</strong>&nbsp; Maybe she was just being overly optimistic, but Artemis didn't want to go through all this effort to reunite a family just to watch it get shattered.&nbsp; That said, she couldn't blame Jason for simply being realistic either, both because real life was rarely fair to the common man, let alone people like them, and because of his own ordeals.&nbsp; Even so, she was hoping to nurture that spark of humanity he'd been fighting to regain since his return, to help him out of his own version of Hell as she easily kept pace with her gun toting counterpart.&nbsp; Again she couldn't help but remember better days, working alongside this guy and the others before everything had gone to shit.&nbsp; But with a shake of her head, although not before her mind drifted to the 'other' physical pursuits they had done together, Artemis forced herself to keep her head on the task at hand.&nbsp; Mayne once the hostages were freed, once they'd beaten these bozos into the ground, then she could see about getting into his pants, but not now, not here.<br><br>Still, that didn't stop her completely from trying to start up a conversation as they continued their run across the snow covered rooftops of Gotham's darker part of town.&nbsp; <strong>"So, how you been Red?&nbsp; Other than the whole coming back from the dead thing I mean."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis wanted to kick herself in the head for that one, but she hadn't had a clue what else to talk about as she looked into the depths of his crimson mask, hoping to get a read on what was passing through his head while keeping an eye on the path before them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 06:42:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:15 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason is checking Artemis out, almost tripping over himself in the process. Hesitates to talk about his death, but wants to know what she knows. Spots the car they're tailing, grapnels across the street to be on the same side of the road as this car. <hr><hr><br><strong>"Tigress..."</strong> He reiterated, running side by side with her now; They were of a similar height, and it was easy for them to match paces, boots crunching across snow in unison. The sound of his boots faltered a bit as he grew distracted, unable to stop staring Artemis up and down. She had been a pretty girl back in the day, but now... She was stunning. Jason's cock throbbed in his pants, reminding him that he hadn't hooked up with anyone in ages. He didn't have any friends or casual acquaintances... Jason was actually pretty lonely, though he would never admit to it, and never want to inflict himself on someone else. He usually relied on Tinder whenever he got blue balls. A good case and a good fight usually got his blood flowing and his dick throbbing... Maybe he could get lucky tonight in more than one way.<br><br><strong>"I guess it makes sense. You look like my old cat, Cheeto,"</strong> he joked with her, giving her a light push on the shoulder, not hard enough to throw off her rhythm on the treacherous, snowy rooftop. The banter took his mind off of the gravity of the mission ahead of them, of the family of three that could be shattered if they were a second too slow, or if Frank Oliveri lost is will in that hospital bed. <br><br>His thoughts reared to darkness again as she asked about him, driving right to the point. Dick Grayson had beaten around the bush, too, but Kate had been just as up-front as Artemis. It must have been a chick thing. He gave a heavy sigh, audible through the filtering system of his helmet. <strong>"Listen, I... Can we talk about this, later? I can't be distracted right now."</strong> It was a convenient excuse for him; 'Later' would never come, if he had any control over the situation. But he was at least telling the truth in one way, that if he began to dwell on Ethiopia, the Joker, his mother... The Lazarus Pit, Talia, Bruce. It was too much for him, even six years later. <br><br><strong>"What has your sister told you?"</strong> He asked apprehensively, wondering if Artemis and Jade still spoke. Jason had been guests of the League for nearly a year, and he had spoken to her sister occasionally, whenever Jade approached him, hungry with curiosity about her sister. Jason hadn't know Artemis as well as Jade might have liked, but she kept coming back anyways. The assassin known as 'Cheshire' had not witnessed his rebirth personally, but she had heard his manic screams in the days that followed as Talia Al Ghul tried to piece back together his grave-shattered mind.<br><br>Jason halted at the lip of another building; They were staring down at a four lane street, and the roads were fairly empty, considering the weather. Jason wordlessly pointed out their black sedan, still in motion, heading south on the boulevard. He withdrew his grapnel and shot it across the street, swooping over to the opposite side, bringing them closer to the vehicle they were tailing. With any luck, it would stop soon. With any luck, it wouldn't be another pit stop for these boozed out thugs...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 16:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:25<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd, the Red Hood<br><br>As much as she might have wanted to jump into bed with Jason Todd, Artemis had been too busy in those days to really give it much thought.&nbsp; Sure she'd definitively imagined it more than a few times before his death, but training she actually wanted a part of, school, and just living a somewhat normal life with her mother had kept her busy enough not to do anything too spontaneous or reckless, for the most part.&nbsp; Sure she'd managed to lose her V card some time ago, but that relationship hadn't lasted, and she hadn't really found a reason to try again outside the rare one night stand.&nbsp; But Jason had been on her mind, and having him at her side was making it difficult to resist what the rest of her wanted.&nbsp; If not for the situation they were literally running after, she might have stopped and pinned him to the nearest wall since even before his death, Jason had been real attractive to her.&nbsp; Strong men were and always had been a huge turn on for her, but she didn't limit herself to just guys.&nbsp; That said, something about the danger associated with her revived friend was making it hard to concentrate.<br><br><em>Down girl, save the hostages first, then you can see about finding a room.</em>&nbsp; The silent reprimand worked, and not a moment too soon as Jason made a comment about his old cat of all things.&nbsp; Artemis couldn't help but snort in amusement at the bad comparison.&nbsp; <strong>"'Cept I have bigger claws, and I don't leave furballs wherever I go."</strong>&nbsp; She retorted, her lips pulled up in one of her trademark smirks.&nbsp; As insulting as it might have been for someone else, Artemis found Jason's joke rather appropriate as she easily shook off the playful push before half heartedly trying to trip him in retaliation.&nbsp; It wouldn't work, but if he wanted to play, she was more than happy to oblige him.&nbsp; Besides, the levity was a much welcome distraction from her own less than cooperative arousal, or the mission that could go to shit if they didn't hurry.<br><br>And just like that, the good times ended when she asked her admittedly stupid question.&nbsp; Despite the embarrassment she felt for being so direct over such a sensitive topic, Artemis knew better than anyone that you couldn't keep stuff bottled up forever despite her own tendency to do just that.&nbsp; Hypocritical it might be, but Artemis was genuinely worried about Jason, and while she couldn't see his eyes, her own were on display behind the glass covered slits in her mask when she turned to face him again.&nbsp; <strong>"Fine, but to answer your question, Jade told me enough, although I had to beat it out of her more often than not.&nbsp; Say what you want about my sister, but she's still in there underneath that mask of hers."</strong>&nbsp; Cheshire was just a shield for Jade to hide behind, a way to separate herself from the things she did, but every so often, Artemis saw her older sister underneath the grinning mask she wore.&nbsp; Usually after they'd fought each other, but such was the way things were between them.<br><br>Whatever else she might have said died on her lips when she also noted the van driving down the boulevard.&nbsp; Using her crossbow once more to fire a grapnel line just as Jason did, she noticed the van was finally slowing down before it turned into an abandoned warehouse, most of the windows having been boarded up fairly recently if she were any judge as she rolled to her feet once they'd touched down on the next roof in line.&nbsp; Nodding silently to the building in question, Artemis the was first to jump over to the roof, silent as a ghost as she crouched before one of the few windows that still had glass in it.&nbsp; Popping the lock was as easy as breathing for her before she slowly pulled the window up and nodded for Jason to lead the way, both because she didn't want to let the window drop down and alert the goons inside, and because this had been his mission before he'd ran into her.&nbsp; That and it gave her an excuse to look at his ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 02:04:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:15 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Jason follows Arty onto the other roof and sneaks inside with her. As they wait for the change in guard, Jason removes his helmet and shares a tender moment with Artemis. Once the old guard leaves, Jason jumps down to the floor of the warehouse and leads Artemis towards the double doors at the other end of the building, which lead into a managerial type of room where the hostages are kept.<hr><hr><br>Now that they were no longer chasing the car, and instead keeping pace with it as it slogged through snow and traffic, Jason slowed down, and Artemis fell in line next to him. It was thrilling to be on patrol with a partner again, something he hadn't felt in so long. He had been running solo since forever, as long as he'd worn the Hood, really, but it was nice to have someone he could depend upon. Even talking felt good, even if he was reluctant about a few key topics. <br><br>They didn't have to follow much longer, as the sedan slowed and turned right. <strong>"No blinker. Reason enough to smash some skulls,"</strong> he joked, ignoring the gravity of their previous conversation as the two of them crept closer to the lip of the building and watched as the car they'd been tailing halted in front of a daunting, old warehouse that sat below their third-story perch. He was preparing to leap over to the roof himself when Artemis took the initiative, quite graceful as she dived across the distance and landed quietly; He could barely hear anything, especially with a layer of snow on the roof dampening sound, and was confident that nobody inside the warehouse had heard, either. He also had an opportune moment to watch her crawl forward, appreciative of those long legs and the butt of her costume that appeared to be painted onto the real thing; Jason tugged at his collar, trying to think of what he could say to her, after all of this was over. <em>Nice job back there, saving that family. Wanna fuck?</em> He'd have to workshop that one.<br><br>He watched her pop open a large pane window on the rooftop, and was already beginning to follow her. Jason could be quiet when he wanted to as well, and didn't imagine he made much more noise than her as his boots landed in a nice tuft of snow, crawling over to her position. He had been all jokes a moment ago, but Jason was deadly silent now, giving her an affirmative head nod as he slid beneath the glass, and then held it open for her, allowing it to quietly drop. It had been a windless night, and the sound of their entrance had gone unnoticed.<br><br>Below them was the main floor of the warehouse, riddled with old machinery and steel storage containers. They might have been held in any of them... The thermal vision in Jason's helmet came to life; All of the boxes looked cold, which told him that either they weren't being stored in any of them, or they were already dead in one of them. But Jason wasn't ready to rush to conclusions, yet. Instead, he watched as the trio of men that they had followed here as they weaved through the path of obstacles, unaware of the menace above them. Jason held Artemis's arm, to keep her from jumping down just yet; These men were here to spell relief for another set of guards, and they had a better chance of saving the woman and the girl with less thugs around, so it was better to let the shift change go through. She probably already knew that, and knowing Artemis, she was thinking ahead already.<br><br>Jason watched them disappear into a door on the far end of the warehouse. <em>Ahh. Must have been some offices back there.</em> It made sense, and he estimated that the odds of the women being alive had just gone up. Afterwards, they could hear faint speaking. Jason might have had a better time as he amplified the sensors on his helmet, and began to relay them to Arty. <strong>"They're talking about Oliveri... Saying it was a messy job, still hasn't woken up, can't pay the ransom. They're trying to bribe some other Kord execs with his family, doesn't sound like they think it'll work. Shit. Saying now that they're gonna kill Sam and Maggie at 2 AM if they haven't gotten a word back from Kord-Gotham. Barely two hours. Guess we got here just in time, if this is the place."</strong> His hand on her forearm went to her shoulder, giving her a tight squeeze, before he took off his helmet and looked her into the eye.<br><br>At his age, he could have passed for a young Bruce Wayne; The old man certainly had a streak of luck about him, choosing and adopting sidekicks who might have actually looked like his children. Another thing he shared in common with Bruce was his value for innocent life. Jason might have not blinked twice at the thought of dead gangbangers and villains, but his gut wrenched at the thought of losing those hostages. <strong>"Let's get 'em out safe, and we can talk all you want. I promise."</strong> It was a far departure from where his mind had been a few minutes ago, when he had been planning to escape from her as soon as the girls were in the clear, just to avoid the conversation that was impending between them. But he guessed that Artemis deserved to know firsthand what had happened, he knew how she didn't trust her sister.<br><br>The dudes who had just been relieved walked at a slow pace as they left the building, again, completely unaware of death stalking above them. After the engine outside turned on, Jason replaced his helmet and jumped down to the warehouse floor more than twenty feet below, appearing nearly as acrobatic as Dick Grayson as he landed between a pair of shipping containers. He might not have been in Haly's Circus, but Dick hadn't been trained by the League of Assassins and the All-caste, either. As soon as Tigress followed, The Red Hood began to lead the way...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 02:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd, the Red Hood<br><br>Artemis's lips only quirked up a little at the no blinker comment, but said nothing as she slipped into the warehouse once Jason had slipped in ahead of her, holding the window open for her to follow without a sound.&nbsp; Like him, she had training from assassins and thieves both, mainly from the same person, so moving around without letting most people hear her?&nbsp; That was easy as breathing for her at this point.&nbsp; But she had to nod in approval, having watched the same easy grace and ease of movement from the man at her side.&nbsp; It felt really good to have a partner, an experienced partner, to work besides again.&nbsp; That wannabe ninja, Spoiler, another, much younger blonde, was a far cry from the likes of Nightwing, Red Hood, and the rest of the old team she had hung around before the world had gone to shit, but it had brought back some pleasant memories as they busted some heads together, a bunch of Bravaso thugs that were now rotting in Blackgate Prison last she checked.&nbsp; That said, working with Jason was far more to her liking, and the small smile she threw him as she nestled next to him on the catwalks above the main floor said that much alone before they started to look around for any sign of the family they were there to save.&nbsp; So caught in her own memories though, Artemis missed the way he tugged at his collar, having more than a few similar thoughts as she'd been having not too long ago.&nbsp; Not that it would have changed her opinion of him by any means, it just meant he still had a pulse, in more ways then the obvious.<br><br>Tapping at her own mask, Artemis's eyepieces started to glow a soft, dull crimson as she too did a thermal scan of the area in front of her.&nbsp; Slowly casting her gaze across the cold metal storage containers below them, she saw the guards milling about, but no sign of the mother and daughter they were trying to find.&nbsp; She didn't need Jason's hand on her arm to restrain her, but she appreciated his attention to detail since she had already reached the same conclusion.&nbsp; The men they had followed was there to replace the ones already here, which meant they'd need to wait, let the others leave the warehouse before they could strike.&nbsp; The lack of numbers would only work in their favor, even though they had gone up against more and come out the other side relatively unscathed.&nbsp; That said, there was no point in needlessly endangering the hostages just to prove a point as she tapped at her mask's visual settings once she was sure there was nothing else to see.&nbsp; They'd have to do this the old fashion way, Batman's way.&nbsp; Take down all of the thugs, and interrogate one of them for the location of the Oliveri family.&nbsp; As for killing them, that she wouldn't do, despite her training to the contrary before she'd split from Lawrence for good, ironically with the same man that had taken in Jason, Dick, and the rest of the Bats.<br><br>Nodding when Jason finished repeating what the guards had said, Artemis let out a soft growl in frustration.&nbsp; This just got complicated, well, more complicated admittedly.&nbsp; Just as she was about to reply to this latest foul twist though, she froze when Jason's hand went to her shoulder.&nbsp; She hesitantly removed her mask with one hand before using her other to put over his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, her gray eyes locked on his.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright.&nbsp; I'll wait, just don't keep me waiting for long after this is over."</strong>&nbsp; She replied softly before clipping her mask back into place and grabbing ahold of the katana on her back, her hand wrapped firmly around the hilt.&nbsp; While Jason jumped between two shipping containers, Artemis took the high ground, low and slow since she preferred to have the height advantage given her personal skillset involving anything with a string and a feathered shaft.&nbsp; Clear lines of sight, being able to jump from cover point to cover point, or landing right behind an enemy only to knock them out cold seconds later, these were the ways she preferred to fight if the situation was to her advantage, and right now it was.&nbsp; And so they proceeded forward, Artemis easily navigating her way around the containers without ever needing to touch the ground until they came to the other end of the warehouse, where the offices were located, just behind Jason from his spot on the ground.&nbsp; Landing behind him, she smirked and shrugged as she pulled her hand crossbow, a fresh clip ready to go.&nbsp; This was still his show, so it was only fair he got to lead the charge.&nbsp; But before he could kick the door down in front of them, she put a hand on his shoulder this time.&nbsp; <strong>"Be careful, and try not to make too much of a mess?"</strong>&nbsp; Translation, there was no need to traumatize the girls if they were here to witness what they were about to unleash on the thugs.&nbsp; At least, that's what he hoped he'd pick up on anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 07:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:15 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason scouts the next room with his thermal vision, and lays out a plan for Artemis to smoke-bomb the next room while he takes out the closest threat to the hostages. But before they can enact their plan, their enemies somehow learn of Jason's plot, and begin to react before the attack can even begin. Their rescue mission off to a poor start, Jason yells at her to smoke them anyways, and misses his target as he punches through the walls, trying to grab them.<hr><hr><br>As Jason stood before the double doors, his mask was making its best analysis of the room ahead of them. It was a long room, maybe 24 feet by 10, going immediately left and right as soon as the double doors parted. Thermal vision wasn't great through the insulated walls, but it was good enough; Five... No... Six? Six heat signatures in the next room. That wasn't good. The threw new goons, the wife and the daughter. Who was this sixth mysterious player? <br><br>He was making some educated guesses as he read the faintly body-shaped blobs of orange in the other room. There were two figures huddled close together on the far left side of the room, appearing to be seated on the ground. He couldn't hear any sound above the muffled chatter of the others, so they weren't crying, either gagged or passed out. Must have been the women. Another figure sat slightly elevated beside them, closer to the door. A fourth was pacing by the door, his signature easier to read through the comparably thin metal of the entrance. A fifth was apparently seated center-right of the door, immediately facing it. A sixth and final form was also sitting, though on the far left side of the room.<br><br>Whispering to Artemis, Jason said, <strong>"The girls are over there."</strong> He gestured with his hands to their left. The eyes of her mask were glowing red; He guessed that she had similar thermal vision, but it helped Jason to verbalize his observations, and his subsequent plans. <strong>"One's sitting down next to the girls. Another is watching the door, way his arm's slung makes me think he has a rifle or a shotgun on a strap. Another one sitting down watching the door, probably has a gun pointed right at it. Another on the far right, I think he's on the phone. Probably trying to call in another ransom demand."</strong> With that all laid out on the table, Jason's mind began to rapidly work, trying to deduce the best method of getting in and rescuing the girls without getting them killed. His hand went to the pistol at his waist, but Artemis put a gentle hand on his wrist, asking that he <em>not</em> make a mess of this. He grunted angrily, but knew that she had a point. It would be bad enough with these scumbags firing at Jason and Artemis, if he was slinging bullets, it was just another chance the Oliveri's might run in front of him, or be struck by an errant ricochet.<br><br><strong>"Okay, here's what we do. Just one entrance, we have to do this with precision, or they're dead."</strong> Taking a deep breath, he realized how much he sounded like Bruce. <strong>"The one sitting closest to the women is the biggest threat, he might have a gun on them. He needs to go down first. Then, the pacing one and the sitting one, then finally the one on the opposite end. I want you to take this,"</strong> he told her as he fished through his pockets and pulled out a peculiar-looking device, shaped like a bic lighter, maybe twice the size, a dark, matte-finished gray color. <strong>"It's a smoke. In such tight quarters, they won't fire and risk killing each other. Gives us an advantage. You're going to prime it, keep your finger on the button, pull that door open, toss it. It'll go off 1600 milliseconds after you release. It'll be loud, and quick. Keep that heatvision on, it's not hot smoke. Disarm the two goons closest to the door. I'm going through the wall to grab the one closest to our girls."</strong> Jason licked his dry lips beneath his helmet. It wasn't ideal, but it was the best they could do, short of teleporting in and stealing the girls away.&nbsp; <br><br>He flexed his fists within his gloves, eliciting the sound of popping knuckles. If she wasn't going to let him use guns, Jason was going to put a serious hurt on someone with his own hands. The criminal class of this city feared Red Hood, ever since Jason had pushed out Black Mask six years ago and had briefly become the king of crime himself. Tonight, he was going to add to his legend, and make his dead mentor proud.<br><br>As Artemis took the smoke grenade and approached the door, there was a hushed eruption of voice from the goon guarding the women, and the two sitting men jumped to their feet. <strong>"Shit, they're wise! Let's do this <em>now!</em>"</strong> Jason screamed at Arty as he charged towards wall, driving his fists through the cheap plywood and rotten insulation... And where the thug should have been, Jason grasped air. Whoever was in that room, they had caught onto their plans seconds before they could enacted, and had seen Jason coming somehow, trying to snatch him through the walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 21:20:02</strong>
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				((Ya might want to update your time stamp there Dooms.&nbsp; ;D))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood, the Clock King / William Tockman<br>Scene Music:&nbsp; Tigress Timely Throwdown (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0T3YGYOG0Mo)<br><br>Having reactivated her thermal vision before Jason could start going over the layout of the room, Artemis nodded, having picked up the same before listening intently to every word he had to say.&nbsp; Planning out a strategy ahead of time wasn't her strong suit, having a vast preference to run in, arrows flying in her case.&nbsp; That didn't mean she couldn't make out a sound plan for any given situation, but she knew better than anyone that no plan ever survived first contact with an enemy, no matter how well it was laid out.&nbsp; Still, she nodded her approval as she took the smoke grenade from Jason's hand with a playful scoff thrown back at him.&nbsp; <strong>"I <em>have </em>done this before you know."</strong>&nbsp; She retorted, her gray eyes gleaming in the darkened warehouse.&nbsp; Tapping at her belt pouch, Artemis made it clear she had her own smoke pellets and other useful gadgets, but she still kept his version of a smoke grenade in her black gloved hand anyway as he laid out their plan.&nbsp; It was a good plan, one that played to their unique strengths.&nbsp; Using her other hand to ready her hand crossbow, a fresh clip chambered and ready to go, she wrapped a finger around the hair trigger before giving her partner one last determined nod, her smirk disappearing about the same time.&nbsp; The time for fun and games was over.&nbsp; It was time to go to work, save the hostages, and kick some ass, just like the old days.<br><br>And just like the old days, their plan went to shit just before they reached their designated positions.&nbsp; Artemis saw the same thing Red Hood did when one of the goons jumped to his feet and started to make his move right behind the rest of his goons.&nbsp; How he'd seen them coming, Artemis didn't know, only that she had maybe ten seconds to get the grenade into the next room before the hostages were killed.&nbsp; So she wasted no time in priming the device, kicking the door in with one black combat booted foot, rolling into the room, grenade leaving her hand as she dived forward before rising to her feet, crossbow raised at the nearest gun toting thug just as the smoke started to fill the room.&nbsp; Time for Artemis slowed down to a crawl as her thermal enhanced vision zeroed in on the first gunman, her crossbow following suit a split second later.&nbsp; As Jason had thought, he was holding a shotgun, but she put the weapon out of commission with a perfectly placed steel crossbow bolt, jamming the loading mechanism as her arrow's head found a new home in the steel barrel itself before her second slammed into the thug himself.&nbsp; He was left on the floor at her feet, the following shot having knocked him over even though the arrow's head was dull, non lethal for this exact kind of situation.&nbsp; She didn't pay him a second glance as the second gunman managed to get a shot off nowhere near herself or Red Hood, panicked since he had been taken down by Batman several years back.&nbsp; Artemis didn't know this, but she still put him down hard, firing a net bolt in his direction.&nbsp; He was pinned to the wall behind him, his gun clattering uselessly to the ground far out of his reach while the back of his head smashed against the wall hard enough to knock him out cold.<br><br>That left the leader and one last, unarmed thug who was fumbling about in the smoke.&nbsp; She didn't need her crossbow for this one as she collapsed it with a practiced flick of a switch before tucking it back into its holster on her side.&nbsp; Rushing the last man, Artemis lashed out with a perfectly placed jab to his throat before sweeping his feet out from under him.&nbsp; Just as quickly, she stood to her full height and dropped her heel on the man's chest, driving the air from his lungs and forcing him onto his side in the fetal position.&nbsp; He wouldn't be bothering them for the rest of the fight, but she still made it a point to grab the fallen gun and remove the ammo clip before tossing both items across the room as far from each other as possible.&nbsp; By then the smoke had started to clear up, and she deactivated her thermal vision just as the last and final assailant grabbed Red Hood and bodily threw him over his shoulder, through the insulated wall behind him.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello my dear archer.&nbsp; It's been a while since Star City hasn't it?&nbsp; Four years, three months, and twenty three days at last count if I recall correctly."</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://geek-news.mtv.com//wp-content/uploads/geek/2014/02/clock-king001.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Not long enough Clock King."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis growled, getting her first good look at the clock obsessed precognitive villain since their brief tussle back in Oliver's home city.&nbsp; <strong>"So you've gone from robbing banks to kidnapping civilians?&nbsp; I thought you had a bit more class than that Tockman."</strong>&nbsp; The pseudo assassin retorted, hoping to distract him long enough for Jason to get back to his feet as she took a step forward, her hand wrapping around the hilt of her katana just as William Tockman pulled what at first glance appeared to be a walking stick from under his long brown trench coat.&nbsp; That was until he pulled the sword from the cane's interior, the hilt and handguard shaped to resemble the hands of an old grandfather clock.&nbsp; Holding her katana before her, Artemis flicked her gaze to the two terrified women, the daughter sobbing quietly into her mother's shirt.&nbsp; <strong>"We're gonna get you out of here, just hang in there."</strong><br><br>William merely smirked, confidence oozing off of him in waves as he brought his sword up to his face with a flick of his wrist.&nbsp; Their last dance hadn't gone so well for Artemis and they both knew it.&nbsp; <strong>"You really think you can save them?&nbsp; We both know how our last encounter went Artemis, but given the new getup, I assume that persona died when Mr. Queen did.&nbsp; What should I carve into your tombstone once our time is up?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Tigress, and my time's not up yet Tocks.&nbsp; You're going back to prison before the night's over."</strong>&nbsp; Tigress retorted, her gray eyes narrowed to slits, knowing that she'd have to be on her best game if she wanted to get the upper hand here.&nbsp; Even then, the best she could do on her own was stall for time, at least until she could think of something that even his precognition couldn't fully anticipate in time.<br><br><strong>"Let us see if time is on your side then.&nbsp; En guarde!"</strong>&nbsp; With that declaration, Tockman struck just as she did, their blades clashing hard enough to send sparks flying in every direction.&nbsp; Twisting to the side, William smirked as he batted aside her thrust before spinning the other way, blade leading.&nbsp; She raised her foot just before his blade could cut into her calf, and was forced back a step by his following strike, her blade only just managing to get in the way.&nbsp; <strong>"Still favoring that right side I see.&nbsp; You'd think you would have learned better."</strong><br><br><strong>"Favor this!"</strong>&nbsp; Artemis shouted as she locked his sword down for a brief moment before lashing out with her trailing foot.&nbsp; While the attack didn't connect, it forced William to step back and bend away from the lightning fast kick that would have knocked more than a few teeth out of his mouth had it found its mark.&nbsp; Precog or not, the human body could only react so fast to any outside stimulus, and the same held true even for the metahuman before her.&nbsp; <strong>"What's the matter Tocks, didn't see that coming?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 10:10:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:35 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After Jason fails to grab Tockman through the wall, he follows Artemis into the smoke-filled room. He engages hand to hand with Clock King, but quickly is overmatched and tossed through the same wall from earlier. Jason returns to the fight and throws down caltrops around Tockman's feet, and Clock King steps on one, hampering his movement as Jason goes to secure the hostages. He equips the hostages with a laser cutter so they can cut through the wall and escape, since Tockman is between them and the exit. Jason pulls out his knife and lunges forward, hoping that a dual attack versus the precognitive man will overwhelm his ability to react.<hr><hr><br>Jason thought he had been clever. It was something Bruce might have done, and something he <em>had</em> done on multiple occasions before, busting through a thin wall and snatching a goon. It certainly opened up the playing field, and it surprised and terrified any other opponents who would have been there to witness it. Instead, a couple of jacket sleeves and gloved hands were left grasping fruitlessly for a second, before he pulled them out, insulation sticking to his wrists. He grunted angrily and instead went through the double doors, following Artemis into the room as she laid out the smoke grenade and started disarming the thugs. <br><br>He wished he could have just sat back and watched her work. Artemis was a real professional, something he had forgotten in the five years since he had seen her do her thing. Her hand crossbow quickly rang out in a pair of shots, one that gave a nice metallic sound as it was aimed perfectly to travel down the barrel and prevent him from firing, the second thumping him in the chest with a blunted arrow, that hurt like hell shot at that velocity and range. Jason was glad he wasn't that bastard lying on the ground, clutching his bruised collarbone, gasping for the air that had been knocked out of his lungs. She was so quick-<br><br>Jason had allowed himself to become briefly distracted, and the sound of a gunshot had woken him up. Neither he or Artemis had been struck, but he wasn't sure about the wife or daughter. Jason put his back to Artemis and her situation, not able to observe as she wrangled the second gunman; He was looking towards the brains of the operation. The man was much less physically impressive than his counterparts, so Jason figured it was their boss, or supervisor, shift leader... Whatever. He was going down first. Whoever this son of a bitch was, he had foiled Jason's plans. And he was going <em>somewhere</em> in a stretcher when Jason finished with him.<br><br>The Red Hood rushed ahead, confident that his enemy would be severely disadvantaged by the smoke that was still thick in the room. But Jason was surprised, as his left hook was dodged just in time, his fists swiping against air. A pair of quick punches landed on Jason's gut, but he had enough padding between his jacket and the armored shirt beneath that he was hardly fazed. Jason tried to dive low with the left elbow that was still in position after the punch, but he was dodged again... <em>This guy's good. Too good.</em> Jason had squared himself up again by trying to catch his opponent on the back of his head with his elbow, and followed with a right jab. And he was surprised once more by this surprising foe, who put his back to Jason, and grabbed Hood's wrist as it sailed clean over the man's shoulder. Before he knew it, the force behind Jason's punch was working against him, and he was being tossed over the man's hip and shoulder, steel sheet metal and ply wood screaming in protest as the 200+ pound hero crashed through to the other side, landing where he had been hashing his plan out with Artemis moments ago, in the warehouse floor. The sound of women's cries after the loud banging and ripping sound was encouraging, at least, telling Jason that at least they were alive.<br><br>He rolled to his feet, a bit sore from hitting the wall back first, but Jason had to take a lot more punishment than that before he stopped getting up. Grunting angrily, Jason ran back into the room; The smoke was clearing up a bit, especially now that there was a large, Jason-sized hole to allow a bit more ventilation. There was a mousy-looking, middle aged man with his back towards the hostages, wielding a thin rapier in Artemis's direction. It was not as intimidating as her katana, but he had some kind of advantage on his side, as their blades clashed with ringing steel, the man managed to dodge several of Arty's attacks, though she nearly got him with a high kick. Jason contemplated his own blade; Tucked inside of his jacket was the blue hilt of the all-blade, an ancient, magical weapon given to him by the All-caste. It could only be wielded against a completely evil being, and only at the price of Jason's own blood; Rarely could the blade be drawn upon a mortal man, who was not often capable of such evil. <br><br>Jason did have a trick up his sleeve, though. Going for a compartment in his pouch, Jason took a handful of caltrops out of a compartment and threw them down at their enemy's feet. He had fast reaction times, but how fast could he be around such treacherous footing? Jason gave the fighters a wide berth, trying to get to the wife and child of Frank Oliveri, at least to put his body between them and the sword-fight they now had to witness. The man in the glasses might have been quick, but he had enough of a distraction in Tigress that he couldn't prevent Jason Todd from reaching his goal. <strong>"I'll deal with you soon, Red Ho- YAAARGH!"</strong> Tockman taunted, before immediately planting his foot on one of the spiky caltrops. He might have been able to see Artemis and Jason attacking, but it seemed to reason that the man couldn't see his own mistakes coming. He didn't go down, but was apparently hobbled as Artemis and Clock King continued their fight.<br><br>Kneeling beside Samantha Oliveri, Jason went into one of his jacket pockets and came back out with a hand-held laser cutter. If he couldn't safely get them to the exit, he'd make one himself, or rather, have Samantha make it. <strong>"Here. Use this, cut through the wall so you and Maggie can get out to the warehouse. You're gonna be safe now,"</strong> he promised them, equipping the trembling, unsure woman with the tool, knowing that she would remember her motherly imperative and do as he had commanded.<br><br>With that taken care of, Jason pulled his combat knife out from his belt. A third of the length as the rapier, but it was better than nothing. <strong>"You're good mano y mano, so let's see how you do in a handicap match!"</strong> Jason taunted as he lunged forward to attack, Jason and Artemis coming at Tockman from either side. He had promised not to kill any of the thugs, but if he could slice off a few fingers, make him lose the rapier... That counted, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 21:23:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:39<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood, the Clock King / William Tockman<br>Scene Music:&nbsp; Tigress Timely Throwdown (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0T3YGYOG0Mo)<br><br>Under other circumstances, Artemis might have enjoyed the workout Tockman was giving her as they continued their furious dance of slashes, strikes, and counters, but her enjoyment ended when it came to protecting herself and her partner, not to mention the hostages that Clock King had taken.&nbsp; Even so, even as he drove her back a couple feet again just as Jason rejoined the party, making a beeline for the two women, Artemis couldn't help the grim smirk on her full lips as she tried her best to keep ahead of the precognitive swordsman.&nbsp; Just when she was starting to wonder if she'd be able to hold him off any longer, his blade expertly batting aside her katana, a weapon admittedly not the best chose when it came to this kind of fighting, William stepped down only to immediately jump when his foot touched down on one of Jason's caltrops.&nbsp; The distraction likely saved her life since it gave her time to regain a defensive posture that he'd be hard pressed to break again, but the night wasn't over yet.&nbsp; They still had to beat this guy and fast, before his men could regain consciousness and go after the girls, or worse.&nbsp; Yet despite the dire situation, if Artemis had known that Jason had considered drawing his enchanted blade, she would have told him not to because they weren't quite desperate enough to pull out such a potent weapon here, against a slightly precog glorified bank robber gone kidnapper.&nbsp; William might have been a metahuman, but he wasn't a purely evil being, just a criminal with a gift he chose to misuse.<br><br>But those were thoughts for another time as Artemis flicked her eyes to the side, and breathed a little easier once she saw the older woman pulling her daughter out of the immediate area.&nbsp; That meant they wouldn't have to hold back for much longer, not once those two were at least unable to see what they might end up doing to Tockman before this was over.&nbsp; While she had no intention of killing him as she ducked under his next sword slash, beating his face in was still very much on the menu of possibilities as she countered, her blade going straightforward in a thrust that could have skewered a bull, let alone a normal man.&nbsp; In Tockman's case, he took a glancing shot across his side, a grunt escaping him as the scratch left a trail of red behind underneath his torn coat, forcing him back and to the side, giving Artemis time to recenter her stance in the process.&nbsp; And not a moment too soon as Jason joined the fight directly at last, hitting the precognitive man from one side while Artemis took the other, forcing the fencer to use the cane part of his sword's sheath to block them both.&nbsp; <strong>"I didn't come this far to be beaten by the likes of you!"</strong><br><br><strong>"No?&nbsp; Coulda fooled me Tocky."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis retorted, grinning since the tables were quickly turning in their favor despite William's expert use of his cane sword's sheath as an improvised second weapon against them.&nbsp; Artemis took the rapier, leaving Jason to deal with the sheath which was sturdy enough to block his knife's sharp edge before getting a solid whack on the side of his helmeted head for his trouble in his mad charge forward while Tockman spun away from them both.&nbsp; He wasn't done there though as William charged forward himself, blade leading before he pulled back at the last second, getting within Artemis's range in such a way that she couldn't properly defend against what was coming.&nbsp; The only recourse she had was to stop his sword's descent with her gloved hand.&nbsp; Pain immediately flared through her hand, but she paid it no mind as she dropped her katana, kicked it forward, tripping Tockman in the process, before lashing out with her free hand, her outstretched gloved fingers slamming into the man's windpipe.&nbsp; He lost his rapier as both of his hands went to his abused windpipe, having not anticipated that she'd resort to such drastic measures, and he had responded too slowly to take advantage of her sacrificing part of her own hand to stop him.&nbsp; His stupefied expression gave way to a silent scream when she kicked him across the side of his face.<br><br>Once she was sure he wasn't getting back up, Artemis growled out a curse in Vietnamese as she clutched at her bleeding palm.&nbsp; <strong>"Damn....shoulda seen that coming.&nbsp; Gonna need help wrapping this up Hood.&nbsp; Belt pouch, second pocket on the right from dead center, first aid kit supplies are spread out among the second and third pouches.&nbsp; Bandages, antiseptic, stitches, plus a pair of surgical scissors."</strong>&nbsp; While he waited for him to start on that, she gingerly removed her orange and black armored glove, wincing as the hard leather aggravated the wound.&nbsp; She'd have to clean out the blood later, but for now she wanted a good look at the damage done to her hand.&nbsp; Despite the tight grip on the rapier's edge, the wound was shallow but covered most of the palm and had taken a piece from her index finger.&nbsp; It would need wrapped and stitched as well, but nothing a field dressing couldn't fix.&nbsp; <strong>"Still happy you dragged me along for the ride?"&nbsp; </strong>She asked, her gray eyes gleaming in the dark despite the pain she was in, which Artemis was able to block out for the most part.&nbsp; Besides, she had every reason to be happy, they had saved the Oliveras, had stopped Tockman, and besides a few bumps and cuts, the night had turned out pretty well.&nbsp; Now they just had to get the daughter and mother back to the man in their lives if they hadn't already found their own way by now.&nbsp; Either way, tonight had turned out pretty well.&nbsp; Although she hoped it didn't end just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 03:58:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:39 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason takes a few smacks from Tockman's cane, but keeps thrusting forward. Jason watches as Artemis catches the rapier, and dispatches Clock King. Then, he helps her clean up her hand wound, and surprises her with a kiss. Jason wipes her blood from the scene of the crime and proposes they escape... But to where?<hr><hr><br>His charge against the Clock King was not entirely fruitless, though it did frustrate Jason, whose forward jab with the knife was slapped away by the cane-sheathe, which was quickly slapped against the side of Jason's helmet with a metallic <strong>THUNK.</strong> But Tockman wasn't strong enough that the blow actually harmed the Red Hood, and the ringing in his ears only made him meaner, nastier, more bloodthirsty than before.&nbsp; Sometimes, Jason had surprising moments of clarity, when he did his best to channel Bruce Wayne; Normally, Jason might have growled or roared at his opponent like a wild animal in a moment like this, so incensed and ready to draw blood. But Batman rarely howled as he attacked his opponents. Silence was sometimes more intimidating than screams, as beasts and living men screamed. So Jason was deadly silenced as he continued to advance on Tockman, combat knife swishing furiously in his direction, moment by moment slowly forgetting his promise to Artemis not to kill anyone. Maggie and Sam had cut their way through the wall and were in the warehouse; Jason had&nbsp; triggered an alarm to the police routed through his Bat-glider before they had breached the room. Sam and Maggie would be safe, even if they just continued to entertain Clock King for a few more minutes.<br><br>But, thanks to Artemis, they soon gained the upperhand. The blonde warrior-woman did something he might have done, if Tockman had been turned the other way around; The rapier was swinging downwards in an attempt to then jab forward, but Artemis caught his blade, releasing the grip on her own weapon in the process. It worked so well that Jason could only imagine she'd practiced it before, but she kicked her fallen weapon forward, and with just enough force that Tockman, off-balance from his aggressive attack, tripped over the weapon. As he stumbled forward, one of her hands released his weapon, and painfully jabbed into the man's windpipe, and he made a horrible wheezing noise as both hands went to clutch his throat, his forgotten weapon falling beside her katana. This left him vulnerable... Jason nearly dived beneath the man's trenchcoat for a killing blow to the kidneys, but he hesitated long enough to watch Artemis deliver a high kick to his face, clobbering him, sending him to the ground like an old sack of potatoes falling down the cellar stairs.<br><br>Jason gave a low whistle from beneath his helmet, extremely appreciative of the work Artemis had just put in. <em>I wonder if she realizes how hot she is right now?</em> As she already began to ask for his help with her bleeding hand wound, Jason was already on it. He was just as prepared as her, though, and didn't have to dip into her own kit, fishing a first aid set from one of the deeper pockets on his utility belt. <strong>"Sit down, Arty,"</strong> he advised her, giving her a brief shove on the shoulder, indicating towards the office chair where Tockman had been sitting when Jason had almost pulled him through the wall. He set his medical supplies up there, and quickly pulled away his own gloves, shoving them into his pockets so that he could be as precise with his stitches as possible. <br><br><strong>"Cops should be here within... Two minutes? Better make this quick and hold still for me, babe,"</strong> he said lowly, affectionately; A silent trigger caused a pair of lights on each side of his helmet to flicker on, bright, miniature spotlights that zoomed in onto Artemis's cut, giving him as much light on the wound as possible. <strong>"This is gonna sting..."</strong> He advised her, holding her palm open and spraying her with a couple of quick shots of antiseptic to stave off any possible infection. He was biting his lip beneath his helmet, not nearly envious of her in that moment. It might have been a shallow cut, but it was long, from between her thumb and forefinger, nearly down to the wrist. As soon as he had disinfected her, Jason dabbed at the raw wound with a cotton swab, stuffing it into his pocket, not wanting any genetic material to be found on the scene that could place Artemis or Jason there. With the wound cleaned and swabbed, Jason took the handheld auto-stitcher and began to staple stitches in, which hurt surprisingly less than the alcohol-based disinfectant. It was quick, practiced work... Jason had done this a hundred times with Bruce, a few times with Kate, too. <br><br>Though, what Jason did next was something he had <em>never</em> done with Katherine Kate, or Batwoman; He pulled off his helmet and grasped Artemis by the shoulders, and quickly engulfed her into a kiss. It was the only way he could possibly express to her how grateful he was; She had basically taken care of all of their enemies, and Jason had been reduced to nothing more than a gameplanner, and not from a lack of effort on his part. She had been... Inspired, tonight, in a way that Jason had never seen her before. It had been sexy, watching her take down the other thugs and then finally Clock King, and he was rock-hard beneath his pants.<br><br>Red Hood was breathing hard as he pulled away from their kiss, already fishing his gloves back out from his pockets; It was cold outside, and they had to get out of the building in the next dozen or so seconds if they didn't want to be seen on the scene. As Jason turned and retrieved Tockman's sword, just to wipe Artemis's blood off onto his jacket, he stumbled on his words a bit. <strong>"So, uhh... You were awesome, and yeah, glad I bumped into you. Wanna get out of here?"</strong> He still held his red helmet at his side, prepared to equip it again as he waited for her to lead the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 19:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 23:42<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood<br><br>Pain and her had been friends for a very long time, so she only grimaced when Jason began to patch up the latest injury to her person.&nbsp; The antiseptic spray did sting like a bitch, but at a glance you'd never know it as Artemis's face remained largely impassive to the whole procedure save for the occasional twitch around her eyes.&nbsp; Showing signs of weakness around her dad back in the day would have resulted in verbal abuse if not outright more injuries, so it was an old habit for her to keep her discomfort from showing as much as possible, even among her friends that knew her as well as Jason did.&nbsp; That said, she was immensely grateful for his help, even if she could have done the patch job herself one handed if she'd been forced to, but she wasn't so proud or headstrong to turn him away.&nbsp; She'd gotten better about that kind of thing years ago, after she had started to open up to Dick, M'gann, Kori, Jason, and everyone else among the old gang, so accepting help from him was easy, even though it stung her pride to actively admit she needed it at all.<br><br>But that voice was far smaller than it had once been, so she was able to sit there without complaint.&nbsp; As for looking like a complete badass, she'd been too caught up in the moment to realize the effect she was having on Jason.&nbsp; Her time in Star City had helped her as much as destroyed her when Oliver Queen perished, but her hard earned experience she'd picked up there had given her a focus and clarity she'd needed.&nbsp; It had helped that, until Malcolm killed him at least, Oliver had been such an amazing mentor, teaching her how to use more than her favored weapons to do the job she'd started years ago.&nbsp; Her friends had helped her start on the path she still walked, but Oliver had honed what was there already to a razor's edge, but he had nurtured her rather than degrade her if she had made a mistake, of which there'd been plenty starting out given her attitude.&nbsp; No one could hold themselves to the standards her father had tried to literally beat into her head, an irony since he had wanted a sidekick to aid in his criminal activities, but the point remained the same.<br><br>All of that became background noise though when she looked up and felt Jason's lips against hers.&nbsp; Beyond a surprised gasp though, she gladly accepted it, and even reciprocated as her right hand snaked around the back of his neck, holding him to her mouth, the top of her mask brushing across his upper lip the entire time.&nbsp; Despite her own arousal after a fight hard won, the adrenaline still bleeding out of her system which only added fuel to the flames in her gut, the pseudo assassin archer pulled away and nodded, remembering the tiny little detail that they needed to be gone by the time the police showed up.&nbsp; So she too stood up, put her bloody glove back on her patched hand, and blew out an annoyed huff since she wouldn't have minded finishing this right then and there.&nbsp; Instead she shrugged before an idea came to mind after Jason's fumbled response.&nbsp; He was so damn cute and all kinds of smoldering sexy when he was like this.&nbsp; <strong>"Your place, now.&nbsp; And you better have hot water."</strong>&nbsp; If that didn't make it abundantly clear she wanted in his pants, she didn't know what would short of a giant neon sign.&nbsp; Whatever his reply, Artemis would lead the way, grappling up to the same window they'd used to enter in the first place before slipping out into the cold night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 03:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015, 11:54 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crime Alley, downtown Gotham, then Jason's abandoned, subway Batcave, beneath Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason leads the way as they escape through the skylight of the warehouse. After getting far away from the police scene, Jason's bat-glider arrives and carries them to downtown Gotham, and into a secret entrance to an underground base. Jason opens the front door and invites Artemis inside. <hr><hr><br>Jason had worded himself carefully as he suggested 'going somewhere else', so that she could have taken it one of two ways, or she could have taken it the wrong way, if she didn't feel the same. But her hand on the back of Jason's neck as they kissed, strong and passionate, told him what he needed to know. <strong>"Your place,"</strong> she commanded, Jason enjoying her stern tone maybe a bit too much, smiling infectiously as he pulled his helmet back on and lead the way out of the office. It would be the first time he ever had any company over, and he was beginning to get a little worried just thinking about it. Not since Talia... But for once, he was happy not to dwell on the beautiful head of the League, as he glanced back at Artemis's attractive form as she followed him.<br><br>At the far end of the building, near the large, warehouse doors, Jason and Artemis would hear a worried mother trying to soothe her crying child. A quick thermal scan let them both know that the two girls were alone, no missing thugs to worry about spoiling their rescue mission. The blare of a cop's siren from a couple blocks away was enough to put any remaining troubles to rest, and to put a little bit of fleetness in Jay's steps as he grapnel hooked up to the catwalks above, to the window that Artemis had held open for him; He did the same for her now, and their boots were soon crunching across snowy rooftops once more.<br><br><strong>"I've got a ride coming,"</strong> he promised her, as his base of operations wasn't particularly close to their position. They bounded a few rooftops, just to clear the area around the cordon the police were erecting around the scene of the kidnapping, before Jason stopped. As if acting on a lusty impulse, Jason wrapped his left arm around Artemis, grasping her around the hip, enveloping her tightly. <strong>"Hold me tight,"</strong> Jason encouraged her. Before he could get fresh with her, though, his right hand fired straight up into the sky with his grapnel. Shrouded against the dark night above, it would have been difficult to see the Bat-glider hanging more than sixty feet above them, but Jason's line went taut, and the pair of them began to rapidly climb upwards and onwards, as the glider was already beginning to propel in a southward direction. At the top of the line, each of them could grab hold of a more comfortable grip. Jet engines ignited and the pair began to shoot off towards downtown Gotham.<br><br>It was a brief flight, without having to contend against traffic or other natural obstacles such as the two rivers that separated them from their destination. Jason began to bring them down in a somewhat rattier part of the city; There was an abandoned subway station halfway hidden in an alleyway, its metal gates seemingly barred, but as they grew closer, they automatically swung inwards; The doorway was large enough for them to glide comfortable into the subterranean depths of the deserted station. Soon, the place opened up into a wide, dark cave, either natural or simply destroyed by time or forces unknown. Their destination was quickly obvious though, as there was a stony building protruding from a far wall, as if carved out of the cave itself. <br><br>As they stopped to hover just outside of the front entrance, Jason released his grip and fell lightly ten feet down, waiting for Arty to do the same as he began to key in a code that caused the front door to slide open with a pneumatic hiss. Jason pulled off his helmet again, and looked back at her, a daring smile on his face as he gestured towards the inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 00:21:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Tuesday, January 20th, 2015&nbsp; 24:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Crime Alley, in Jason's secret 'Batcave'.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood<br><br>Artemis wasn't one to beat around the bush, a fact he should have remembered right from the start when he'd made his offered in the first place.&nbsp; That said, even she hadn't been sure where this night would go, what with the hostage situation they had only just recently diffused.&nbsp; As for Talia, Artemis would have thanked her for rebuilding Jason's sanity in the first place after his revival, but that didn't mean she wanted to think about the raven haired assassin that had once been a part of Bruce's life, at least according to Dick anyway.&nbsp; That had taken Jason into her bed, into her arms, both to help him regain himself, and who knew what else.&nbsp; That said, Artemis squashed those emotions, knowing that she had no room to talk anyway since she hadn't remained monogamous by any means.&nbsp; Kori, Dick, and a few others had found their way into her bed at some point or another, so Jason flitting to a few different people was no business of hers.&nbsp; Besides, the job they had done tonight was what really mattered at the end of the day.&nbsp; Their success in saving the Olivera family, that was what mattered as she too watched the way the mother gave comfort to her little girl.<br><br>For Jason, it might have been a source of joy, and the same was true for Artemis, but there was also sadness, and more because it was something she had never received until the damage had been done.&nbsp; By the time Paula had been let out, Lawrence had his sidekick in body, but not in spirit, but she had made it partially possible at least, for the archer to find a way out from under her father's control.&nbsp; That said, it hadn't been easy for Artemis to let go of everything, and even now some of the emotional scars remained.&nbsp; So she looked away from the scene, silently following Jason, her good mood evaporated at the reminder of things she had never had when she'd need it the most.&nbsp; Another similarity between her and the Red Hood oddly enough, but one she wouldn't admit to right then and there.&nbsp; Even the sirens in the distance were a distant concern to the archer, but she perked up a little when Jason stopped and said he had a ride coming.&nbsp; She'd forgotten about his glider, about how he got around the city when he was in a hurry.&nbsp; Flying, even gliding, was something she wished she could do more often, and while grappling across buildings was a good substitute, it wasn't the same.&nbsp; There was a freedom that just couldn't be duplicated, even being carried around by the likes of Koriand'r was a thrill Artemis didn't get to enjoy enough.&nbsp; So she wasn't all that surprised when a smile tugged at her lips when Jason told her to hold onto him, and she didn't hesitate to do just that, wrapping her strong arms around his waist and neck as best she could before he prepared to send them upward to his awaiting ride.&nbsp; She grinned briefly when his hand wrapped around her, a touch on her lightly armored hip sending a thrill down her spine of its own.<br><br>But the moment didn't last, which was probably just as well, as they were soon airborne, her hand instinctively reaching for the grip before her.&nbsp; Once she was secure and they were on their way, she let her mind drift, enjoying the feel of the wind against her masked face, the way it tugged at her long blonde mane of hair.&nbsp; Just as she was starting to relax into the flight, it was over, and they were descending towards the city once more.&nbsp; She sighed, but didn't let go, having a feeling there was at least one more surprise in store for her, and she wasn't wrong when the glider descended and flew through a subway tunnel.&nbsp; Before long, they were entering an old, ancient cave, giving Artemis the distinct impression she had just entered another Batcave.&nbsp; It wouldn't have surprised her at this point, given the simple fact Jason had been a part of the Bats, but she wasn't about to remind him of that given the fission between him and Dick mostly, and all over another of the family, Barbara.&nbsp; Again though, she pushed that set of memories aside, and easily kept pace with Jason as the glider dropped them off before the door to his little hideout.<br><br>The interior wasn't impressive in the slightest, except that it was clean despite its location deep underground.&nbsp; The walls were bare, there was no furniture beyond the bare essentials, and beyond an exercise area, a bedroom, and probably an adjoining bathroom, there was nothing of note down here.&nbsp; In a way, it was fitting for the man at her side, who had died and had come back hollowed out before being rebuilt from the ground up.&nbsp; This place was just waiting to be filled with the everyday junk you'd expect anywhere else, but Artemis didn't say as much as she slowly unclasped her tiger mask from her face and clipped it to her belt.&nbsp; She sighed and looked away, not quite as cheerful anymore after that bit with the mother and daughter, that particular scene bringing up a lot of baggage.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks for bringing me down here Jason.&nbsp; It's just been a long night, a lot of old memories, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you that."</strong>&nbsp; She said, looking up to meet his gaze as she turned to face him directly before reaching out with her good hand, the one he hadn't had to patch up.&nbsp; Putting her gloved hand on his face, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, firmly, hoping he'd pick up on her longing and need to be comforted rather than fucked silly.&nbsp; Before she might have been happy with being pressed against a wall and fucked like a wild animal, but not anymore.&nbsp; Now she just wanted to be loved, for lack of a better word.&nbsp; She just hoped he didn't resist as she took one of his hands in hers and started towards the bedroom once she pulled away, her gray eyes saying the same thing her kiss had, that she was vulnerable, and she needed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 06:27:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21st, 2015, 12:00 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jason's abandoned, subway Batcave, beneath Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason allows Artemis to take him to his bedroom, where he sits her down on the edge of the bed and kisses her deep, for a long moment. Then, he takes them both to the bed and pulls her up so that she's laying in his chest. Jason begins to kiss her neck as he tries to find a clasp to get her uniform off, but after a short search, he gives up, and decides to let her undress herself. Jason pulls off his own shirt and boots, happy to wait for her to catch up to him.<hr><hr><br>After punching in the numbers for his door, he allowed Artemis to walk in first, though Jason began to regret it soon, wondering if she'd hate it. It was spartan, built for functionality and no joy. No television, no radio... His bed was the nicest thing in his home, as he was a sucker for at least sleeping well. The bookshelf in his bedroom, filled with literature about warfare among other things, seemed to be his only source of entertainment, besides whatever happened on his bed when he wasn't just 'sleeping'.<br><br>In fact, it was so dark and gloomy that Jason was worried she'd lost her mood, as she removed her orange mask and sighed with a deep breath. But instead, she seemed relieved, thanking him, before putting a hand on his now bare cheek and pulling him in close for a kiss. As much as she seemed to need this moment, Jason did as well, a soft gasp escaping his lips, as he casually tossed his helmet behind him, a metallic clang against the unwelcoming, concrete flooring. He didn't want it to end, his own gentle hand going to grasp her shoulder to pull her in deeper, but Artemis tugged away from him, taking him by the wrist and leading him into his own bedroom. Jason couldn't help but follow, his need for comfort as urgent as her own. Wordlessly, their thoughts and needs had become aligned.<br><br>In the next room, Jason guided her to sit down at the edge of his bed; He quickly shrugged out of his jacket, the heavy, padded thing laden with devices falling to the floor in a heavy pile. Jay sat down beside Artemis, then, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bringing her in for another kiss. Strong arms embraced her as their tongues intertwined, and then he pulled Artemis onto him, so that she was laying on his chest, while his lips left hers to begin to gently nip at her neck. His hands went from clutching her to exploring her, running over her uniform, searching for a clasp, a seam, a zipper, anything he could use to get her out of it... But both of their outfits were likely designed to prevent just anyone from removing them. She could hear him chuckling as Jason continued to kiss and suck on her neck, before he took his arms off of her, allowing her to roll off of him, if she wanted to, while Jason began to pull off his own shirt, quickly revealing himself to her.<br><br>His upper body was pale, with a bundle of dark hair growing between his pecs. If Artemis had seen Dick naked recently, it would be easy to tell the difference between the two former Robin's by sight alone, as Jason was wider, broader, perhaps a bit more carved up with muscles. Richard was slender, though still very athletically built... Jason didn't have his adopted brother's charm, but he had passion in bundles, and even more than that, Jason liked to make his partners cum almost as much as <em>he</em> liked to do so. Jason began to slip off his boots as he glanced over at Artemis, watching her dress down to a more comfortable level as well. He didn't even realize the small, stupid grin he wore, glad that he was with a friend for once. <strong>"You look beautiful,"</strong> he murmured, excited to see how her body had matured since they'd been teenagers...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 07:48:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21th, 2015&nbsp; 24:07<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Crime Alley, in Jason's secret 'Batcave'.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood<br><br>Artemis hardly heard the sound of Jason's heavy mask hitting the floor, too focused on the feel of his lips against hers as she felt rather than heard the soft gasp he let out before dragging him to the bedroom, where they immediately picked up where they'd left off.&nbsp; Watching him remove his heavy jacket, Artemis welcomed the follow-up kiss, a little moan escaping her as their tonuges intertwined, leaving her hot and light headed by the time he pulled her on top of him.&nbsp; She shivered as Jason's mouth found her throat, groaning as desire quickened in her body, making it flush and heat up as her arousal soon followed.&nbsp; She let out a soft chuckle though when his exploring hands went to try and undo the bindings holding her costume together.&nbsp; Like his, hers wasn't meant to come off easily, but in this instance she kinda wished she hadn't been so meticulous in its conception.&nbsp; That said, she guided his right hand to the seam that went from the collar down to her crotch, while guiding his left to her belt, both her utility belt and her normal one underneath it, keeping her long, armored pants and boots in place.<br><br>Once her black, armored top was unzipped and loose with his help, Artemis would slowly shrug off the outer layer, letting the heavily padded piece fall to the ground behind her after shifting about so that it peeled away from her crotch and she was able to shimmy out of it all without leaving her place from on top of Jason's now bare chest, which would allow his other hand to find the zipper at her back, the only obstacle left once her belts were removed.&nbsp; The hard part was over though, but as was normal for her, Artemis hesitated ever so briefly before slowly removing the orange underlayer, letting it slide down her arms before letting it fall to the side of them.&nbsp; He'd seen her naked before, but it'd been a while and she still had hangups regarding the numerous scars across her chest and back.&nbsp; That said, it wasn't so bad with Jason for that same reason, and his compliment had a small smile tugging at her lips as she finally rolled off of him to remove her damn boots and pants, leaving nothing left to hinder what came next.&nbsp; As for her body itself though, that had changed considerably in some ways.<br><br>While the scars of her very rough childhood hadn't changed, her height and breast size had undergone some minor changes, having gained almost six inches since the JL had fallen.&nbsp; As for her rack, which had been considerable even during her youth, it had gone from a moderate C cup to a full, round D size.&nbsp; Her muscles were more compact perhaps, having put herself willingly through a new exercise regime during her time in Star City under Oliver Queen's mentorship, but her body was as flexible and acrobatic as ever.&nbsp; Once the bottom half of her outfit was out of the way though, Artemis leaned back across Jason's chest, her bare breasts pressed firmly against his own, and kissed him again, needing the contact and to thank him for saying so, even if she didn't believe it herself at times.&nbsp; Sucking his bottom lip as she pulled back, Artemis sat up slowly, but not before gently guiding his left hand to the hair band holding her ponytail in place.&nbsp; For those that didn't know her, keeping her hair up as she did, contained and out of her way was more than a necessity, because in a way it symbolized for her her need to feel in control in some small, inconsequential way when for most of her young life she hadn't had any until her mother had been let out of prison and Artemis, with a little help from the Dark Knight, had put her father behind bars for the first time.&nbsp; So giving Jason silent permission to undo her ponytail wasn't something that she'd let just anyone do.&nbsp; Kori had been the first, followed closely by Dick months later, and finally Mar'i, but never Jason for some reason even she didn't know.&nbsp; But now?&nbsp; Things were different, and she'd come a long way since their teenage years.<br><br>Once it was free and allowed to fall across her back in golden waves, only then would she allow him to get his pants off, having been sitting on his waist, her core pressed against his crotch this whole time.&nbsp; She was fully aware of this of course, but she hadn't been trying to seduce him or stir his passions into a frenzy.&nbsp; He'd have known if that had been the case, but as it were, it wouldn't have surprised her if his considerable package had been threatening to poke a whole through his pants with her so close yet so far from being deep inside her.&nbsp; She merely laid out on her back next to him though, wanting him to be on top, at least at first, once things got started anyway.&nbsp; She wouldn't say no to a little oral play first though, but that was up to him as she ran a hand down the flat of her stomach and gently cupped her own hairless sex, groaning softly as she got herself worked up while she waited for him to undress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-12-2015, 02:24:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21st, 2015, 12:00 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jason's abandoned, subway Batcave, beneath Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason waits patiently as Artemis strips out of her own suit, ogling her now much more mature body before he finishes stripping himself naked. Jason then lays on the bed beside her, kissing Artemis again while he begins to playfully finger her. Next, Jason pulls her to the edge of the bed, where he begins to tongue her pussy while he tries to rub her to orgasm.<hr><hr><br>Now shirtless, Jason allowed Artemis's hands to guide him to the various zippers and clasps on her own uniform, unzipping the front of her, and then the belt at her hip. <em>Good practice, if this ever happens again,</em> Jason thought to himself, a satisfied smile on his lips as he exposed more and more of Artemis. The black part of her uniform, an outer layer of flexible armor that protected her most vital parts, was gone now; Still lying on top of him, faces inches from each other,&nbsp; Jason stared her in the eyes as she began to remove her orange bodysuit, though as she began to peel that orange outer layer away, he couldn't keep from gazing downwards at her now exposed chest. <br><br>They were both 20-somethings now, neither of them awkward-looking teenagers anymore. Artemis had been wonderful to look at before, but now, she had the body of a fully grown woman, and Jason felt so lucky that she was sharing herself with him for the night. She wriggled off of him so that she could shuck off the rest of her suit, and Jason admired her back for a moment, though soon enough she was on top of him again, now fully naked, and Jason was a bit breathtaken. She melted into his grasp again and kissed him once more, and when she rose again, she took Jason's left, main hand with her. And she put it on her ponytail.<br><br>His eyes widened a bit with surprise; She'd never let him do this before, and was so used to her look that Jason had never even wondered what she'd look like without it. In fact, the one or two times Jason had put his hand in her hair, or at her ponytail, she'd slapped it away. But now, Jason slithered his fingers beneath the band, then widened it, allowing him to pull it away from her golden hair, tossing it onto a nightstand beside his bed. Quickly, he began to rake his fingers through that long, silky hair, brushing it out; His breath was caught in his throat as he noted how wonderful she looked in that moment, the jewel of his barren home, a flower in his patch of dirt. <br><br>Arty went on her back beside him, then, and Jason soon followed up by unbuckling his own utility belt and pants, kicking off his boots. It wasn't easy, but within a minute, he was just as naked as Artemis was, standing off of the bed, staring down at her, giving his lover the ability to see his naked body for the first time in more than seven years. The life of Robin had not been easy, and the last time she had seen him this exposed, there'd been a fair amount of scar tissue. Peculiarly, none of those old blemishes seemed to exist, though Jason had even more than before now, just in different positions on his chest, side, back, and legs. He had a story for each of them, but he didn't want to use his mouth for any words at that moment, as it would only distract him from doing more wonderful things with her. He had a large cock, a bit over eight inches, and proportionally thick. He could fill out a pair of underwear or speedos. And he seemed to shave, or at least trim, his pubic hair a small, manageable tangle of blackness cradling his balls.<br><br>He wanted to touch and kiss her whole body; Though he was naked, now, Jason didn't want to rush into things. He laid down on the bed beside her, and wrapped an arm around her side, bringing her close so he could crush her lips with another kiss. That hand on her back slowly slid away, running across her tight abdomen, tracing her soft scars. It was a trait they shared, as they were two mere mortals, two simple <em>humans</em>, and maybe it's what made their relationship more special.&nbsp; That hand went to grasp one of her breasts, then, and he made a satisfied noise between kisses, appreciating how large they'd gotten. <br><br>But there was another place he'd like to touch; He was gasping heavily as he took his lips away from hers, and that left hand&nbsp; slid down her body, going between her thighs. His fingers grazed her wet pussy. <strong>"Nice,"</strong> he murmured, squishing his cheek against her own, a small laugh coming from him. Then, one of Jason's single digits slid against her lips, brushing up and down her slippery wet hole, before he slowly pushed it inside of her, one, then two knuckles deep, the best he could do at this angle, still face to face with her. His thumb began to rub up against the nub of her clit, pushing the fleshy hood back so that he could apply a bit of pressure against the sensitive piece of skin. <br><br>He did this for maybe a half minute, whilst kissing her cheek, her jawline, and her lips, before he separated from her. His cock was throbbing, and he was sorely tempted to just climb between her thighs and fucking her right then, but it called to him; He felt as if he had a duty to make his partner cum first. Jason wasn't sure where he'd learned it, but ever since his first time, with Babs, he'd put in the effort to make his girls moan before they even got a chance to touch his dick. So he climbed away, and began to kneel off the edge of the bed, padding his knees with his jacket. Strong hands grasped her calves and tugged her close so that she was practically hanging off the edge, bringing her thighs close to his face. <em>She smells amazing.</em><br><br>Even if Arty hadn't been with Jason in more than seven years, it might have been a familiar sight to see the black-haired head and light blue eyes staring up at her from between her thighs as Jason's tongue found her clitoris, and began to do what his thumb had been doing before, tasting it with his swirling tongue before he began to apply firm, constant pressure. His index finger returned to her cunt, and he pushed it as deep into her as he could, all three knuckles. That finger slid in and out of her for a few seconds before a second one joined it. With every fiber of himself, Jason wanted her to cum so bad...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-12-2015, 03:45:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21th, 2015&nbsp; 24:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Crime Alley, in Jason's secret 'Batcave'.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood<br><br>She'd seen Jason shirtless before, and she'd seen his old array of scars, same as most of the team at some point or another, but she was pretty sure the ones he had now were most definitely not the same ones she was familiar with.&nbsp; Even so, they were fitting in their own way, and the way her gray eyes roved over his chest as he undressed the rest of the way said she liked them despite the fact they were 'new'.&nbsp; Seeing him without scars would have been downright weird, even by their rather loose standards of what was normal for a bunch of costume wearing vigilantes.&nbsp; But unlike the former Bird Brain as she had teasingly called Jason while he'd still been Robin, (a name she had used to describe Dick more than once as well,) her own scars had always been a point of shame and she could never truly accept them no matter how much time passed.&nbsp; Jason though wore his proudly, had had stories for his old batch and he likely had all new stories for the ones he bore now.&nbsp; It was just one of the reasons why she liked him as much as she did.&nbsp; He had come from a rough life yet other than his hatred for criminals, he was better equipped than she was in some ways to deal with the stress of it all, despite his falling out with Richard and then his death at Joker's hands.&nbsp; All that was just dressing on a well muscular, well endowed cake, and she was planning to enjoy herself quite thoroughly before this night was over despite her need to be loved over fucked, a need Jason picked right up on, much to her internal, intense relief.<br><br>The fingers through her hair had been a welcome distraction, the sensation of his running his strong fingers through the long, blonde golden locks sending pleasant tingles down her spine.&nbsp; That was just a prelude to what followed though when Jason laid out next to her and crushed his lips against hers.&nbsp; She moaned softly and melted into his lips, her eyes closed as she brought her right hand up under his arm and wrapped upward so that she could caress his shoulder blade and the back of his neck, her other hand still between them as she continued to lightly tease herself, making her sex wetter, stirring her own desires further, but she pulled it away when Jason took over.&nbsp; She broke off their kiss with a soft gasp, her eyes snapping open as she brought her damp, wet fingers to her lips before presenting them for Jason to suck clean if he wanted.&nbsp; Regardless if he did or not, having a feeling he'd be going for the buffet soon enough either way, Artemis let a sharp hiss escape her when his hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.&nbsp; She smirked between her soft moans, enjoying the contact, the touches to her body before he pulled away completely.&nbsp; She didn't fight him when he started to trail his way downward, before gently pulling her to the edge of the bed so that her ass was all but hanging off the end, and groaned in need since she remembered this happening before.&nbsp; She knew what he was doing, and she wasn't about to stop him, knowing his philosophy about making his partners quite happy long before the 'main event'.&nbsp; She preferred that about him though, her relationship, such as the term applied, was far more competitive.&nbsp; Jason though she enjoyed these tender, gentle moments together, and while they had skipped right to the mindless fucking before, she needed the slow, tender pace he was setting.<br><br>That said, her lips parted and she arched her back a little, groaning as that first lap of his tongue sent a bolt right up her spine where it spread across her body in pleasurable waves.&nbsp; Looking up and down between her parted thighs, Artemis did indeed remember more than a couple times he'd done the same thing, but age had only made it better as she tossed her head back into the bed with a groan, her fingers clutching tightly into the sheets at her side.&nbsp; Rare was the time that she slipped into her mother's native tongue, having left Korea years before Artemis and Jade had been born, but on the other hand, rare was the time someone used their tongue to such great effect either.&nbsp; <strong>"Không dừng lại.&nbsp; Không dừng lại!"</strong>&nbsp; It was unlikely Jason needed a translation for that heated, repeated phrase, especially when he switched out his tongue for his fingers, earning a louder, more passionate gasp from the archer as she arched her back and thrashed to the right, somehow managing not to clamp her legs tightly around his head at the same time.<br><br>Under such a skilled assault, she might as well have been a rank amateur when it came to the bedroom.&nbsp; A strangled cry left her throat as she dug her fingers into the sheet and the mattress underneath, her body tense and rigid as a bowstring about to snap before she fell flat on her back once more, breathless and panting when she came for him.&nbsp; Her sex pulsed and rippled around his finger, a stream of clear feminine juice washing over his hand as she squirted a little, a rarity of its own but not unheard of as she slowly came off the high of her first of hopefully many climaxes of the night&nbsp; <strong>"Trời ơi....oh god....damn....Jason.&nbsp; You....been taking lessons?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, only half teasing since she couldn't remember having gone over the edge that damn fast in his presence before.&nbsp; Or maybe she had just forgotten how truly good he was when it came to that particular set of skills that he had at his disposal?&nbsp; Whatever the case, she looked up at him at the end of the bed, still between her legs, and grinned, more than ready to have him go another round.&nbsp; This was going to be a long night for the vigilante.&nbsp; Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she gently but firmly pulled Jason to his feet, wanting to taste herself on his tongue before they proceeded any further, that and she wanted an excuse to wrap her hand around his cock, not to jerk him to climax, but to stroke him a little before letting him inside her just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 04:06:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21st, 2015, 12:20 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jason's abandoned, subway Batcave, beneath Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><br>Jason loved the taste of her; He had gotten a hint when he had licked it off of her fingers a moment ago, but he was at the source of her now, stimulating her clit with the tip of his tongue, and occasionally lapping along her outer lips, a gentle tease while two fingers slowly churned inside of her. His Vietnamese was rusty, but the noises she made, the context of the situation, made it as clear as day. He might have snapped back a reply with his Chinese-Vietnamese pidgin vocabulary, but he was... Busy. His lover was writhing suggestively on his sheets, wrinkling them, not that he minded; It was a source of pride to see the hems slowly slipping from their place beneath the mattress. He knew she was close, her inner muscles spasming around his fingers, clenching tight, his knuckles shiny with her sweet nectar...<br><br>Then, she came, and unlike most girls, her body was happy to announce the arrival of her orgasm, as a clear ejaculate shot out of her, spraying against his knuckles and forearm, his bedroom instantly awash in the scent of her feminine climax. His vigorous movements between her thighs ceased, knowing just how sensitive girls could be during their peak, not wanting to hurt her, but to let her glow in the aftermath of it all. He was sometimes insanely jealous of women for their ability to orgasm several times during sex, if things were done right. Jason remembered Barbara again; He had gotten her to cum with his tongue and fingers, just like Artemis just now, but had failed to repeat her pleasure when she had taken his virginity. Jason had learned a lot since then, though, and Artemis would have another... And another, and then some, if Jason had the strength for it.<br><br>He gave a brief chuckle as she wondered in a huff of breath about his newfound abilities. He stared up at her for a moment, quietly reflecting on past experiences... Talia, Essence. His master and apprentice, respectively, in the art of the female pleasure. A wide smile grew on his lips that were stained with her sweet wetness. Arty sat up straight, a strong hand grasping his own, lifting him from his knees so that he could easily pop up to his feet. The two former lovers still had some chemistry, it seemed; Jason knew what she wanted to do, and he sighed softly as her firm grasp found a surprising softness as it wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him. <strong>"Oooh, that's good,"</strong> he agreed throatily, eyes slowly wincing shut, body slowly rocking back and forth via the balls of his feet as she pleasured him.<br><br>Jay didn't allow this to last too long; He had been desperately hard for most of the last hour or more, and now that Arty had gotten off, it was time. He put a hand on her shoulder, firm and squeezing on her, halting her before he sat down beside her. Again their lips found each others, Jason softly grasping her golden hair from behind as he guided her mouth to him, sharing with her the taste of her sex. His other hand found her own, and guided it to his cock once again, slowly assisting her in stroking him for a little bit as their tongues danced across each other like swords clashing. He moaned through their kiss, a pearl of pre-cum blooming from the tip of his cock, coating her palm. He was ready; She was more than ready.<br><br>He released her hand, and placed it on her hip. Slowly, easily, Jason lifted her up as he rolled onto his back, and Artemis found herself sitting in his lap, her knees against the bed, a stiff cock brushing up against her tummy. Jason's own legs were off the side of the bed, his head firmly back against the mattress, staring up at her. Once again, Jason took her by the back of her skull and guided her low, her blonde strands falling over his face like drapes, darkening the room for him as they kissed again. <strong>"I'm so glad I found you tonight, Arty... I can't believe how much I missed you."</strong> It was often said that you didn't know how good you had it until you didn't have it anymore. But with Artemis on top of him now, his free hand guiding the tip of his swollen dick to her aching lips, Jason's heart ached with regret that it had been seven years, nearly a quarter of their lives.<br><br>Easily, the tip of Jason's prick began to slide into her; He took his hand and briefly squeezed her thigh, before he began to glide it up her back, stroking her spine, the strong muscles that formed an arch over him. His hips lifted off of the bed, thrusting inside of her, working against gravity and against her will, if she decided to pull away from him. It was his favorite position. Equitable, intimate. <em>Arty's tits look amazing with her practically laying on top of me...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 07:49:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21th, 2015&nbsp; 24:24<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Crime Alley, in Jason's secret 'Batcave'.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood<br><br>Let it be said that Artemis was and likely always would be a woman of action.&nbsp; Even with her restraint, won from hard earned experience and training, she preferred to make herself and her opinion known not with words, but with action, directed and focused on whatever she did.&nbsp; So she wasn't shy at all about letting Jason know exactly how much she had enjoyed the warm up as she tasted herself on his tongue, moaning softly as their tongues danced between their joined lips.&nbsp; And while she was mindful of her stitched up hand, that hardly slowed her down when she grasped his hard shaft between her dexterous fingers until he gently but firmly stopped her.&nbsp; She didn't bother asking questions, she just went with the flow, knowing without needing to actually see his desire or lust on his face that this was only just beginning.&nbsp; Besides, she hadn't returned the favor yet anyways, what kind of friend would she be if she took but didn't give back?&nbsp; Answer, not a very good one.<br><br>She was definitely more than ready by the time she was situated on his lap, his back on the matress where she had just been a little bit ago, her sex quivering in anticipation against his lower body.&nbsp; She grinned like the cat that was about to get at the elusive canary, and slowly took him deep into herself, groaning and tossing her head back slowly as he stretched and filled her so nicely.&nbsp; It had been a very long time since they'd done this, but this at least was just as she remembered it.&nbsp; She sighed contently, reveling in the warmth that filled her core, made her body clench up around the intimate invader, and let out a little gasp when he began to push upwards into her.&nbsp; She gladly returned the kiss he pulled her down for, enjoying his softly spoken words since it was a shared sentiment.&nbsp; That said, when she broke off, she smirked a little wider and whispered back.&nbsp; <strong>"You talk too much."</strong>&nbsp; Despite her teasing comment though, that usually preceded an escalation of things, her gray eyes told another story as she met his slow thrusts upwards with equally slow movements of her hips.<br><br>Her legs wrapped around his off the side of the bed partially, but she hardly noticed as she entangled one hand in his hair, while the other went to the back of his neck, tenderly caressing both spots as she returned for another kiss.&nbsp; Her tongue didn't dominate the kiss, only teased across his lips for a moment before gently seeking entrance into his mouth.&nbsp; All the while she moved, her body trembling slightly with each subtle variation between them, the pressure on her breasts and the hand on her spine creating their own mix of pleasure.&nbsp; Breaking away, albeit reluctantly, Artemis moved her lips slowly across Jason's face, leaving a trail of kisses across his chin, his cheek, and eventually his ear before lingering on his neck where she sucked and gently kissed along the sensitive flesh there.&nbsp; Eventually though she whimpered softly in his ear, needing more, needing him to drive himself deeper into her body, needing to feel him the only way he knew how.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 06:58:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21st, 2015, 12:26 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jason's abandoned, subway Batcave, beneath Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock, Tigress<br><br>Despite the intimacy of the moment, Jason allowed himself a light chuckle as he basically told him to shut up. It was hard to comply with her demands; He wanted to express himself onto her so much, to tell her about how much she meant to him in that moment, how gorgeous she was, how wonderful she felt on top of him, wrapped around him... Finally, he decided that if she wanted him to stop blabbing, Jason would have to express himself physically. His hands had been on her hips, gently guiding her as his manhood nudged inside of her, but they soon began to explore her body. At first, they traveled up her sides, fingernails lightly brushing up her smooth skin, dancing across the faint trace of her ribs. He gripped her beneath her shoulder, giving her a firm squeeze as she craned downwards to kiss him on the lips, and then his jaw and neck, her caresses so relaxing after such a stressful week. Finally, her lips were at his ear, as if she were going to whisper a secret to him, and he even focused his hearing, but instead, she kissed him lightly on the lobe, and he chuckled again.<br><br><strong>"Mmm,"</strong> he moaned appreciatively, driving his hip upwards, spearing himself deep into Arty's body until the two of them were joined at the pubic bone, the entire length of his cock disappearing inside of her sweet pussy. <strong>"Fuck,"</strong> he whispered, throwing his head back against the bed beneath him. The look of pleasure crossing his masculine features was unmistakable. Those strong hands went to her back, hugging her tight, loving the way her tits pressed against his scarred chest, her back slightly chilly to his touch; He decided to warm her, sliding his palms slowly up and down her backside, simply aroused by the touch of her naked skin against him.<br><br>Soon, though, Jason could sense that she wanted a bit more out of him. Artemis gazed down at him, her gray eyes sharp like a hawk's, expectant of him. The 'o' he made with his lips as he gasped with pleasure creased with a grin, and Jason gave a delicate nod, the hands on her back sliding further down until he was grasping her cheeks in each palm. Gripping her firmly, Jason drove his cock deep into her again, at the same time pulling her downwards. Slow at first, Jason continued with increasing speed, until her butt was clapping against his thighs.<br><br>Jason's blue eyes stared up at her, half-lidded, happier than he'd been in a long time. The typical rage or animosity he wore beneath his mask was gone, tossed to the floor with the rest of his gear for the night. For a minute, he could just relax, and be Jason Todd instead of the Red Hood, the two identities having merged so close these last six to seven years that Jason forgot what it was like to have a life. As he made love to Artemis, coming closer and closer to orgasm, he wondered what it would be like to go steady with someone. He'd never had that in his life before. During his time with the All-Caste, him and Essence had been an intimate, committed couple, but they both knew that it would never last. Staring up at Artemis, through the cascades of her lovely yellow hair, he wondered if she wanted him in that way. But it had never been like that between them, friends, lovers, and nothing more. 'Love' had never entered the equation, and though he may have been drunk with lust in that moment, ready to declare love to her, they both knew how foolish it would be. <br><br><strong>"I'm close... You...?"</strong> Jason was a practiced lover, and he could grit himself into lasting longer; A lot longer, at least until Arty came again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: A Reunion of Gothamites (Vergil1989 and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-01-2016, 03:24:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, January 21th, 2015&nbsp; 24:27<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Crime Alley, in Jason's secret 'Batcave'.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jason Todd / the Red Hood<br><br>A soft groan escaped her as Jason obliged her teasing comment for him to shut his trap by letting his hands wander slowly across her scarred, muscular body, shivering as his warm hands caressed her slightly cold back.&nbsp; Goosebumps popped up along her skin, but she hardly noticed as she ground her hips against him, her gray eyes alight as she clamped down around him, encouraging him to plunder her hot center further.&nbsp; He didn't need much encouragement she found, smiling when he let his hands fall on her butt, cupping both cheeks between his hands.&nbsp; She groaned and lowered her head, her nose pressed against his as she kissed him deeply once again, before she threw her own head back, baring her neck for his lips to suckle and kiss along her throat.&nbsp; All the while she moved her hips in time with his deep, slowly increasingly frantic thrusts into her body, causing her to moan and gasp quietly in turn.&nbsp; Her own hands moved to his shoulders and his back, her nails lightly digging in to the hard, muscular frame beneath her.&nbsp; She had needed this, more than he might have guessed, and while love had never factored into it with their previous couplings, it was a tempting thought.&nbsp; Even now, even with how much Jason had gone through, he was still one of the few people she could see settling down with if their respective lives ever settled down enough to even consider such a thing of course.<br><br>But those were thoughts for another time.&nbsp; All she cared about was enjoying this moment, and she nodded when he asked if she were close.&nbsp; She was loath to pull away from his warm body, but she sat up and tossed her head back, her long golden locks falling over both of her shoulders, the sound of flesh smacking flesh becoming louder, although her cries of pleasure were fairly louder than their bodies meeting at the hip.&nbsp; When she did climax, she froze, waves of bliss wracking her from head to foot as she let out a strangled gasp, her hands clenching tightly around Jason's shoulders.&nbsp; Her pussy meanwhile clenched tightly around his cock, but before he could pop his load into her quivering snatch, she clambered off of him and practically sucked half his wet, twitching shaft down her throat, wanting to have him unload into her mouth.&nbsp; That and the taste of her own juices was thick on his length, only spurring her onward as she used one hand to jerk him off while she sucked, her lips tight and her tongue flicking across the head of his shaft, wanting his seed to come spurting down her throat.&nbsp; Not that he needed much encouragement she was sure, but she was a little lost in the moment to care.
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