DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 02:38:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>This was the place where he felt most at home, where he could pretend for a few seconds at a time that nothing radical had happened in his life. Well, nothing radical after the most radical thing ever had happened. He had been a desperate street punk who thought that stealing Batman's wheels would make him rich, and it kind of did, in a way. He came into Bruce's home, was fed, given an education, and armed with a sense of justice. He became a man within these old walls, but this place also held his best memories of just being a boy. The Boy Wonder, Robin, too. Nothing had thrilled Jason more than when he had first put on that costume, he had practically been skipping around the hallways, giving Alfred fits of worry when he scraped too close to expensive vases ten times older than him.<br><br>A lot had changed. His death, his unholy rebirth. Bruce's death; It was still surreal to him, all of it, but especially the last part. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Bruce was dead. He hadn't gotten a real mourning experience out of it, because he was still parsing his feelings for Bruce as a living human being, and hadn't arrived at coping with that loss. And maybe the only person in the world who understood that in him was standing at his side, staring down schematics of a weapon that had been taken from Wayne Enterprises less than a week ago. Jason had gotten wind of it through his usual unlawful circles, though he hadn't known it had been taken by Dick's corporation, not until he had come to Jason and told him that he wanted his help tracking down a stolen laser, and the two realized they were looking for a same thing. It was rare nowadays for Red Hood and Nightwing to unite with a common cause, and sometimes they had almost ended up on opposite sides of the same divided line from each other, though they hadn't fought since... Not since he had returned to Gotham. Before they knew who he really was.<br><br>Alfred was such a proud surrogate father whenever either of the two boys came around, especially Jason, since the young man so rarely visited the actual manor anymore. <strong>"Master Jason, when you sneak into that cave and do your sulking, you could always come upstairs and say hello,"</strong> he reminded Todd as he delivered the two men a plate of blueberry scones and a pot of hot, Earl Grey tea, two flavors Jason had grown fond of almost immediately after his adoption. <strong>"You got it, Alfred,"</strong> Jason agreed, sounding distracted as his finger ran over the schematics placed before them, his other hand blindly fumbling around the plate for one of those hot, buttery delicious pastries. <br><br><strong>"Hey, Dick, didn't Bruce have some kind of prismatic bracers for this sort of situation?"</strong> He imagined bouncing a hissing laser blast off of his forearm and back at his attacker, and didn't even realize how big of a grin he was sporting as he began to shove a scone into his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 22:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>It felt good to have Jason back in the house, like they were a family again. It hadn’t been too long ago that the two had been brothers to each other. And while Dick still thought of Jason as family, he knew that Jason’s feelings were complicated. Not everyone died, came back to live, and then saw their father die, so Dick could understand the conflicted feelings regarding family. But sometimes, like now, it was nice to pretend that nothing had ever happened. To pretend that Jason had never died, that Bruce would walk into the cave in a few minutes and tell them to go over the wayne tech maps one more time. Of course Dick knew they could never go back ot that time, but sometimes it was nice to pretend even just for a few minutes.<br><br>Jason’s request for some of Bruce’s old gear shook him out his thought however. Dick hadn’t touched much of Bruce’s tech, especially anything that had to do with with the suit. He told himself it was because that he’d have no use for it, so it wasn’t worth it to dig through it all; it would be better to just work with Luscuis and the other Wayne Tech developers to make things that suited him. Afterall, Dick was a different crime fighter than Bruce. So much of Batman’s equipment was focused around staying still, sticking to the ground or to the shadows. It favored amour over mobility. But Dick was radically different, jumping around the battlefield, chatting to disorient his opponent instead of sulking in the shadows. But some part of Dick knew he was lying, knew that the real reason he wasn’t looking at the old suit equipment was because then he’d be reminded once more that he still hadn’t lived up to Bruce’s final request.<br><br>“Oh yeah, it was in his suit modifications cabinet.” Dick’s eye’s closed for just a brief second as he pictured the massive storage unit that Bruce kept all the different modification to his Batsuit in, running through it in his mind to remember where exactly the reflective bracer had been stored. It had been awhile since he’d looked in there personally, but Bruce was a creature of habit; if it had been there when Dick was still running around the manor, then chances were good it would be there now.<br>“Left side, Middle row. box 23”<br><br>A thought struck Dick as he glanced over the designs for the laser weapon Wayne tech had been helping to develop, the weapon that was currently being planned to be stolen by someone else.<br>“Though, those things will probably only get us one or two deflected shots before they just melt off of our suits. The bracers were designed to handle something on a much smaller scale than this thing.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 20:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>He was still staring longly at the schematics laid before him, considering Dick’s words, nodding as he considered what that meant for them. There was a secretly perverse part of Jason that longed for Bruce’s gadgets, to use them, to own them. He had never said this out loud before, but he wanted to wear the cape and cowl and be Batman someday. He had imagined Bruce gracefully retiring one day and gifting it to Jason when he was ready, but… It wouldn’t work out like that. <br><br><strong>“Hey, I have an idea,”</strong> he mumbled, licking scone crumbs off of his lips, backpedaling a few steps before reluctantly looking away from the schematics that had consumed his attention. It was an excuse not to look at Dick, who he had strange feelings for, as well. They were brothers, kind of, but sometimes he hated Dick for the same reasons he had hated Bruce. Why had Nightwing done nothing after Jason’s death? But he saddled Dick with less responsibility, since he was still barely an adult when it had all happened. Batman should have done it, though. He should have killed the Joker.<br><br>He turned and grabbed his trademark trench coat off of a coat rack hanging up in the corner, and pulled something out from an inner pocket. The device might have looked strangely familiar to Dick if he had been looking at the plans for the weapon as closely as Jason had been. <strong>“Pour me another glass of that tea, and get some for yourself. And get those schematics out of the way,”</strong> Jason warned, disengaging the safety off of the laser gun and pointing it at the glass teapot sitting on the table where Alfred had left it. <br><br>Whether or not Dick actually did any of this, or if he protested against Jason’s sudden inspiration to destroy the teapot, Jason fired anyways. Thankfully Alfred wasn’t in the room to see the pot penetrated by the laser, clean through both sides, the tea inside evaporating. <strong>“Woooah,”</strong> Jason moaned, disengaging the trigger after barely a half second of fire. <strong>“Lucius said this is the final prototype; The thief lifted the finished product. Think we can test those bracers out with this thing?”</strong> He switched the safety back on and tossed it towards Dick, going over to inspect where the laser had departed the teapot from the other side; The wood of the dining table was smoking where the laser had gone clean through it, and Jason could see a similar burn mark in the wall on the other side of the room, hurrying over there to make sure he hadn’t inadvertently started a housefire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 02:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>Hearing Jason’s request, Dick rolled the schematic and took it off the table before pouring another cup of tea for each of them. He’d assumed that Jason had seen a hole or a leak in the teapot, and going to tell Alfred to bring them another one. Or that . What he hadn’t expected, but honestly should have, was Jason pulling out a laser pistol and shooting a hole clean through the&nbsp; tea pot. <br><br>“Dammit Jason, we have a test range just for this sort of thing.” Dick said, the frustrated tone of his voice similar to an older brother trying to explain why, no, he shouldn't have petted the angry looking dog. It was strange to fall back into the old pattern they’d once had, the impulsive Jason and the exasperated Dick. <br><br>“Now Alfred is gonna be pissed that you broke his china” He spoke of the elder butler as though he was some parental authority figure, the words said like he might as well have said ‘just wait until mom gets home’. Which, for the pair of adopted brothers might as well have been true. While Bruce had raised them to fighter of the highest caliber, he hadn’t given them much supervision when it came to being good people. For that, they had learned from Alfred. The butler had always been there for the two, ever since they’d first come to stay in the halls of Wayne manor. He’d been there for Dick when he’d discovered that his first girlfriend, one of the few times he’d felt love, had been cheating on him behind his back. He’d been there for Jason to help nurse broken bones, bruised skin and egos. And he’d been there when the two fought, like the brothers they had become. <br><br>“You’re gonna buy him a new one.” It wasn’t a question, or even a suggestion. No, it was a declaration of fact. Alfred deserved better than that, and Jason knew it. And if, by some magical side-effect of the lazarus pit, he’d forgotten that, Dick was more than willing to beat it back into him. Then it would really be like they had never stopped living in the cave together. <br><br>Something Jason said gave him pause however. <br>“Wait a minute. How did you get that from Lucius?” The former R&amp;D manager, now the man who helped run Wayne Tech alongside Dick, had helped develop countless gadgets for the Bat family. He also shared Batman’s non-lethal methodology, which meant it was incredibly unlikely Jason had come by that blaster honestly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 07:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>Jason didn't pay much attention to the guff he was getting from Dick. He didn't like Dick's casual tone, the familiarity he tried to force between the two of them. He tried to act like things were normal and cool, but they really were not. Well... Maybe things were better than they used to be, but he felt much more comfortable talking to 'Nightwing' than he did to Dick Grayson, who tried to be so brotherly and paternal around him. Jason felt like he had lost his childhood, and didn't like being dragged back into it by Dick. <strong>"Yeah, whatever,"</strong> Jason said, shrugging off Dick's concerns about the china teapot, staring down at the shards of it, pretending he didn't care. But maybe he was right; Alfred had never done him wrong, unlike Dick, Bruce and Kate. And now he felt shitty about the teapot. He only hoped that it wasn't a favorite of Alfred's. <strong>"Yeah, I'll pick something up for him,"</strong> he grumbled, walking over to examine it, picking it up and staring through the clean through-and through burn hole, looking at Dick through it. <strong>"Pretty impressive though, right? Maybe I could just patch it up and he wouldn't notice."</strong><br><br>He gently set the pot back down and gave a gesture of his head towards the door. He wanted to get down to the Batcave and test out this device against those prismatic bracers. It was the continuation of a lesson that Bruce had taught them a long time ago, to always come into a situation prepared. They had an idea of what they were up against, and they needed some way to defend against it, or to neutralize the weapon. Considering who designed the thing, Jason figured it would be easier to counter the attack of the laserbeam than it would be to destroy or remotely switch it off. He stepped towards the door, but paused in his tracks as Dick wondered aloud how, exactly, Jason had acquired the weapon. Jason had lifted a lot of shit from Wayne Tech that still served him until today, and he had just blown it all away with that casual slip of his tongue. <em>Damn.</em><br><br><strong>"Hmm, what's that? Lucius?"</strong> Jason wondered aloud, taking another few steps forward, towards the interior entrance of the Batcave and away from Dick. <strong>"I asked for it, and he gave it to me. That's it, really."</strong> It was partly the truth; He had asked, and Lucius had given. But Lucius thought he had been speaking to Dick over the phone; Jason had ciphered the call through Dick's cellphone, and their voices were not so different, it wasn't hard for Jason to adopt his verbal mannerisms and inflections. He certainly could have just asked Dick to retrieve the prototype- <em>The bastard owns Wayne Tech</em>, Jason bitterly reminded himself- but he would have rather cut off his own arm first than to ask for help. <strong>"Come on, daylight's burning. If we really want to see this happen tonight, let's run through a few tests."</strong> Plus, he didn't want to stick around to see the disappointment on Alfred's face.<br><br>Bruce had a few quick entrances, in case, god forbid, any danger was to come to the Manor. Jason probably didn't know half of them, and he doubted Dick did, either. A few rooms down from the sitting room he had just burned a hole into was a study, lined wall-to-wall with bookcases, overladen with old, rich, leatherbound tomes. Jason had read many of the fictional ones, but stayed away from anything else. On auto-pilot, Jason found a particular book and pulled it from its location on the shelf, and placed it into an entirely different part of the shelf. Instantly, the book- Which had a wire liner in the binding- finished an electrical circuit, which triggered a spiral staircase to appear in the center of the floor, furniture sliding away to reveal the secret. Jason took the stairs two at a time, in a hurry to be shot at with the laser by Dick, or vice versa. Either would be terribly fun to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 21:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>“Oh please, this is Alfred we’re talking about. The man has an eye for detail that put Bruce to shame. He’ll see right through you ‘patch job’.” Dick couldn't help but comment, giving Jason a teasing smile to let him know there was no malice in the words. It was nice to joke with his brother again. <br><br>Then Jason had to ruin it by lying. Dick knew for a fact that Lucius wouldn’t give anything to Jason Todd, since he, like most of the world, thought Todd was still dead. And he certainly wouldn’t give anything to Red Hood; Fox was like Bruce, he felt that non-lethal was the only way to go. Which meant Jason was either stealing them from Wayne Tech, or he was tricking Lucius somehow. <br><br>“Goddammit Jason!” A shout left him that shook the cave, too distracted to actually chase after his brother and strangle him for abusing one of Bruce’s oldest allies. <br><br>“You could just ask me to get stuff for you.” He yelled after Jason, not even sure if he’d hear him, but he still just needed to get it out of his system. Was Jason’s pride really so great that he couldn’t ask a brother for help? As soon as the question floated through his head, Dick felt the corner of his lips tick up in a smile. Of course he had that much pride, he was a Wayne. <br><br>“I mean Lucius isn’t even running R&amp;D anymore.” &nbsp;Dick just said with a sigh, shaking his head, Jason already long gone. He could have chased after him, but Dick decided to take the more leisurely pace. He stopped by the suit modifications panel, making great care not to disturb anything other than the prismatic bracers themselves, and headed down to the testing range where he knew Jason would be waiting for him. <br><br>“You know, if we could just find a way to get you legally declared alive, this would all be easier.” He said once he finally saw his adopted brother again, throwing one set of the bracers to Jason before putting on one set for himself. <br><br>Dick hadn’t told him yet, but ever since he’d found out that Jason had been resurrected, he’d been working on a plan for his adopted brother to legally come back from the dead. It was a long shot, but he’d talked it over with lawyers, with pr, with a few news reporters, and they all thought it could work. Jason Todd had been the victim of a horrible human trafficking ring, who’d faked his death to avoid a lengthy manhunt. He’d endured years of abuse at the hands of his abusers before finally escaping and making his way back to Gotham. THat’s what the story would say, everything was ready and waiting to go. But before he could put his plan into motion, Dick had to see if Jason even wanted to come back from the dead. He’d never been the most social person, always begrudgingly going to the gala events with Bruce and Dick, and now he had a perfect reason to ignore everything he wanted; to just focus on his own warped version of justice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 04:34:51</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>Jason trotted quickly down the spiral staircase away from Dick, instinctively bristling as Dick yelled after him, scolding him. Anger was quickly followed by a pleading reasoning, as he tried to explain that Jason could just <em>ask</em> for the prototype. But the thought asking Dick for anything sickened him. He hated that they were even working together. There was a lot of shit between them that had been put on the backburner a long time ago. That pot hadn't boiled over yet, but the closer they were around each other, the sooner it would be blowing up in their faces. <br><br>Whether it was his own pace or if Dick had just given up, Jason found himself in the testing range alone for a long moment, pacing around anxiously, trying to focus on the mission ahead. There was a potential offer on the laser weapon shaking out at one of the shabbier ports in Gotham. Far away from most of GCPD's prying eyes and authority, but the ports had once been taboo to criminal meet-ups, as it seemed most of those deals were fated to end with Batman and Robin swooping in and kicking some ass. Jason had been on enough busts out there, and so had Dick; They each had a keen awareness of the vicinity of the proposed site of the deal. They had a rough idea of how many goons might be there to buy the weapon off of the white collar idiot who stole it, thinking he could make a quick retirement fund with its sale. The only x-factor was the weapon that Dick carried in his hands, what they both hoped to be a suitable enough replica of the weapon for testing purposes.<br><br>Dick came around a moment later, and tossed Jason a pair of the bracers. They were fashioned to look like Bruce's normal bracers, with the bladed ridges that could catch weapons and could be used to dig into the side of a building to slow a fall if it was necessary; They even had several small compartments in them, which could be used to store a variety of utilities. Jason favored the drug-tipped knockout darts, and thought to himself he might load up on a few of them for old times' sake before they left. But instead the matte black finish, they were clear, crystalline, as if made of glass. Jason knew they were tougher than glass, but they didn't match Batman's aesthetics, and they were useless if he painted them to look that way, which must have been the only reason Bruce didn't wear them all the time. Jason caught himself, thinking of Bruce in the present tense, and nearly cringed, his eyes going to the ground, a frown on his face. These were the keen, palpable moments where he wanted to talk about it more than anything else; Usually, he had the excuse that there was nobody else to talk to, but Dick was hardly 30 feet away. But Jason didn't know if he was ready, not yet.<br><br>As the two of them began to equip the bracers, Dick said something that caused Jason's face to twist with genuine confusion. <strong>"What the hell... Are you talking about?"</strong> The thought had never crossed his mind. Why would he... Want that? Jason hadn't had much at all when he had come into Batman's care; His dad was gone (or so he had believed), his mom had died (or so he had believed). Bruce, Alfred, Dick and Barbara were all that he had, really. He had made some friends and allies during the brief two years he had as Robin, but those people knew him as Robin. Jason Todd had been dead for 7 years, but had been an unknown quantity for longer than that. Why would he want to be declared alive? The ward of the late Bruce Wayne come to life would give him a lot of attention he didn't want or deserve. <strong>"Dick, I don't know. What would be the point? If I'm dead, there's no way I could lead back to you, or Kate, or Steph, or anyone. Things are fine the way they are,"</strong> he insisted, though he doubted he had heard the last of this argument. <br><br><strong>"Now, shoot me,"</strong> he ordered, holding his left forearm out to his side, covered in the glistening, translucent bracer. He didn't want to risk holding it in front of his body, and having the laser pierce right through him. Jason had survived a lot of awful shit, but if that laser hit his heart, he was donezo. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 02:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>“Just don’t try to block a sword or a baseball bat with these” Dick said with a laugh as he put on his own set of reflective gauntlets. <br>“Bruce had to make the gauntlet lighter to accommodate the extra mass of the reflective surface. But that means they’re more likely to break in the event of something hitting them hard enough”<br><br>It was nice, practing with the other Robin again. It was almost like the good old times. And then Jason told him, in no uncertain terms, that him ‘coming back to life’ would be a stupid thing. <br>“You could be a part of the family again. A real part of the family.” There was hesitation in his voice, like Dick was explaining something to himself as well as to Jason. Ever since Jason’s death, dick would have done anything to bring his brother back. But was it just that, some childish dream that he should gotten past while grieving? Even if it was, would that be so bad? “It would be nice to have my brother back, to have someone I could grief with. In public and in private”<br><br>But, much as he wanted Jason to take him up on the offer, there was a reason that Jason was here that da which he reminded Dick of by loudly ordering dick to ‘Shoot him already’. He took aim with the experimental pistol and fired off a shot at the bracer, only to have the beam ricochet back at him at almost exactly the same angle. A quick jerk of his arm left him without any burning wounds, but only just.<br><br>“Now, Like I said, I'm not sure how much power these can handle. Does the bracer feel warm? Or did the gauntlet material suddenly get brittle” Bruce had trained them well, constantly reinforcing that the most important thing they could do was be prepared and know limitations. If the bracers could only handle a certain number of shots, Dick wanted to be damn sure before he put them on. <br><br>Of course, that meant Dick had more time to grill Jason about possibly coming back from the dead. Something Jason said was sticking in his mind, about how staying dead was better for everyone involved. <br><br>“Oh please Jason, Bruce taught us this day one. It’s better to control the flow of information that to let it control you.” He wanted to slap Jason. It was one of the first lessons Bruce had taught them when he started talking about secret identities and how to keep them. “Sure, if you’re dead, no one would investigate Jason Todd. But what happens if you get unmasked? Or if you leave fingerprints at the scene. If I accidently leave fingerprints at the scene of a crime, it wouldn’t be difficult to find some way to explain away why Dick grayson was there. I mean, the town loves me because of how much I give to charity, the police respect me because I’m one of the few rich kids my age who isn’t an ass to them, and Wayne Enterprises has a slew of lawyers to defend me. But you’re dead Jason. What happens if they find your fingerprints? Because they’re in the system, I know it.” Dick let the question hang in the air, not expecting Jason to have any answer better than ‘I won’t get caught then’.<br><br>“I think the better question is why don’t you want Jason Todd to be alive again?”<br><br>“I mean, if you were alive, you could be a part of the family again. You could call her. Go out like normal people. You know who I’m talking about Jason” The woman that Dick had been in love with. The woman that he’d pictured spending the rest of his life with. The woman that Jason had slept with while Dick had been away, which had lead to Dick leaving the batcave for years. <br>It was only the death of Bruce that had gotten him to come back to Gotham, and years of distance from the bat family that had let him view her and Jason as cherished people in his life again.<br><br>But that’s all they were to Dick now, part of his family. And more than anything he wanted them to be happy.<br><br>“She’s asked about you Jay, you know that right?”<br>It had hurt abit when he saw her name pop up on his phone, only to learn that she wanted to know if Jason really had come back. But that pain passed quickly when he realized just how much pain had been in her voice, and he’d remembered that she’d been at the funeral. A funeral that Dick hadn’t been at. <br><br>Dick always told himself that if Bruce had let him know Jason had died, he would have been there, but he could never be sure of that. Would the emotions still be too raw? Would his rage at the joker have been too much, bad enough that he would have taken the final step? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 03:38:22</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>As a screaming red laser shot out of the prototype gun and was amazingly deflected right back at Dick, Jason almost wished it had hit his 'brother' square in the face. Jason had never been the sharing type, preferring to bottle his feelings up inside until he... Well... Died. The night that Ra's Al Ghul had taken him by the scruff of his neck and tossed him into the Lazarus Pit, Jason had awoke with such rage and anguish to make up for every time he had held back or bit his tongue in the past. Though Jason sometimes imagined that if he hadn't died, it might have come to a head between him and Bruce, or him and Dick. Near the end of his stint as Robin, he had grown reckless and near-suicidal, as he tried to cope with his feelings, his teenage angst turned on later than most thanks to his turbulent early teens. The first time he could remember crying was when he was reunited with his mother in Ethiopia.<br><br>Now that he was living his second life, his second chance, Jason found it not as easy to grasp onto his emotions, though, and he grunted angrily as the laser bounced back at Dick. <strong>"Dick..."</strong> He grumbled lowly, putting a hand on the bracer to examine it after the fact. His angrily slanted eyes widened in surprise, and he gave an affirmative nod of his head. <strong>"Warm, but not hot. Maybe 120 Fahrenheit. As hot as the hood of a car on a warm sunny day."</strong> It didn't feel brittle, but he'd prefer to evaluate that after deflecting a few more volleys. Maybe if they got lucky, or if they were feeling competitive, the next one that ricocheted back at Dick would be sent right back to Jason by his own bracer, and they could enjoy a nice, high-risk match of virtual table tennis. <br><br>Another shot rang out at him; Jason batted it away instead of just waiting for it, and it singed a nice hole into the reinforced walls of the range, but didn't burn through it, and it didn't ricochet. <em>Bruce was a genius when he designed this place. Or Lucius. Someone is very good at their job.</em> As he appraised the bracer again, he shook his head, disagreeing with Dick. <strong>"I don't know, Bruce would have taken <em>all</em> of our prints off of the grid..."</strong> But he didn't speak with as much conviction as he wanted to, because if Dick claimed to the otherwise, he might have known from experience that it wasn't true. But it didn't make Jason any more willing to listen to, or even agree to what Dick had proposed. Still, the thought of having his fingerprints found and causing some kind of media circus or worse, a manhunt, wasn't something that left a good taste in his mouth. <strong>"Again,"</strong> he rasped, knowing the bracer could take at least another shot. It was hotter than before, but it hadn't burned him yet.<br><br>Like the first time, Jason held the gauntlet out to his side, and the laser ricocheted back at Dick. There was a loud <em>crack</em> and Jason could see that the gauntlet was glowing faintly orange with heat, and had begun to splinter and shatter. Carefully, Jason removed the gauntlet from his forearm and let it fall to the floor, where it made another crackling sound but didn't fall apart. And just like that, Dick said something that made Jason's cheeks go as pink as the overheated gauntlet, and his mind saw red as vibrant as his helmet. <em>Babs.</em><br><br><em>It had been almost a decade now. He and Barbara were 16, Dick just a year older. It wasn't a secret that Richard Grayson and Barbara Gordon were an item, and sometimes it felt like Robin spent more time with Bat</em>girl<em> than he did with Bat</em>man<em>. But Jason had always had an intense infatuation for her, too, but he was forced to love her from a distance. Because it was his best friend's girl.<br><br>Then, Dick and Bruce had been out of town on an extended mission for several days, and Barbara had come by the Batcave to check up on the aspirant Robin, and to assist him on training. Like a cocky little teenager, he had tried his best to impress Barbara, and it must have worked; They ended the first night in his bed, the two of them sneaky enough that not even Alfred knew of the betrayal going on in Master Jason's room. <br><br>Things had gotten... Complicated, after Dick and Bruce returned. Jason ran a few missions with them, acting as 'Robin Hood', an unlikely second, simultaneous sidekick. But Barbara had come to him, confessing a pregnancy scare, and he accidentally blabbed it to Dick while the two boys were training. It almost came to blows between the brothers; Dick didn't blow up, but he slowly seethed, and pushed Jason's training recklessly until the younger Robin injured himself. And Bruce had witnessed it all, punishing Dick for his insubordination, stripping him of his costume and evicting him from the Batcave. Jason became the true, one and only Robin shortly afterwards, and they never spoke about Barbara again.</em><br><br>He had only seen Barbara once or twice since, and never since the League of Shadows had brought him back. The knowledge that Barbara had been asking about him... That Dick would even suggest he should reach out to her... Jason's blue eyes cast down to the concrete floor below, welling with tears. <strong>"Shut the hell up, Grayson. Don't fuck with me. You got your revenge by staying at home for my fucking <em>funeral.</em>"</strong> He was breathing heavily, fists clenched at each side as he slowly raised his eyes to meet Dick's. Wearing a mask of deep pain, he held out his right hand, palm facing towards the sky. <strong>"Throw me the damn gun, it's my turn."</strong> He seemed to be visibly trembling as he demanded the prototype from his brother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 02:07:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat fFamily<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>At Jason’s outburst, his barely contained rage at Dick for missing the funeral, all Dick could do was let out a resigned sigh. Jason’s betrayal had pushed him out of the nest, but it was Bruce’s actions after Jason’s death that made him stay away for years.<br><br>“Jason, Bruce never told me about the funeral. I didn’t know you were dead until the news started to comment on why Batman didn’t have Robin anymore.”<br><br>That had been the most harrowing experince Dick Grayson could remember, slowly piecing together what had happened to Jason from new reports and people on the street. He’d been in Bludhaven by that point, so no one in the city really cared about Batman or Robin. He had to find Gotham news stations, talk to criminals who had just gotten out of Blackgate, all the while hoping against hope that his hunch was wrong. And then, when he’d finally called Alfred, as a last desperate chance, and he knew for certain that the worst had happened, Dick felt his world crumbling down around him. <br><br>Bruce later told him why he’d kept Dick away from the truth, why he’d purposefully hidden the death and the funeral from him. At the time, the answer had made him too furious with Bruce, he’d actually punched his mentor in the jaw and left without another words. As the years went by, he had slowly started to accept why Bruce had done it. But at that moments, words couldn’t have expressed his anger. <br><br><br>“He was afraid that I would have found the Joker, and that I would have done something that I couldn’t take back. And Jason, he was right.” Dick admitted with a heavy heart, knowing that he couldn’t hide that dark spot inside of him that had wanted to see The Joker tortured for his sins. “If he’d told me the day you died what the joker had done, nothing could have stopped me from finding the clown. From wrapping my hands around his neck until he let out his last laugh.”<br><br>The emotions that had been brewing ever since he’d learned about Jason’s death finally were released and spilled over. His voice was faltering as anger and love both fought for control of his speech, each having a few choice words for Jason. <br><br>“And do you know why Jason? Do you know why in that moment I wanted to kill someone, to break that one rule we have? Because you’re my fucking brother! All the fights, all the arguments, all the shit you put me through, you’re my brother! Nothing changes that! And now you’re telling me that even though you’re alive and well, I don’t get my brother back?! That suddenly you’re too proud, too angsty, to be a part of the world again?!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 22:11:35</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>He wasn’t sure if Dick was lying or not. If he wasn’t, Jason’s righteous anger towards him for staying at home for his funeral was turned on its head. The pettiest part of him wanted to say, <em>Well, you should have figured it out!</em> but that may have been unrealistic. Still, he hated to admit Dick was right about anything… Even as Dick tried to explain that if he had known, he would have found Joker. Something that Jason had hated Bruce for <em>not</em> doing. But was he bullshitting just to turn Jason’s argument around? <br><br>Whereas Dick had just dismantled Jason’s argument, he was getting ready to push back, to make it Jason’s turn to bristle and be put on his heels. The younger ‘brother’ couldn’t look away, eyes locked with Dick’s, even if he wanted nothing more than to run away at that moment, as Dick retaliated, calling them brothers, openly, hostilely wondering why it was so bad that he wanted Jason to be <em>alive</em> again. And he didn’t have an answer for it, now.<br><br>But still, he hated to admit Dick was right about anything.<br><br>Jason was left speechless, his heavy breath pouring rapidly out of his nostrils and the popping of his knuckles as he clenched his fists hard at each side the only sound that could be made. His expression was an ambiguous mixture of shock and hatred, switching between those features like the faces of a spinning coin. <strong>”Fuck off, Grayson…”</strong> He finally managed, speaking lowly, almost in a whisper. He made a beeline to leave the testing range, but paused before the door.<br><br>His body tensed as he widened his stance, rearing back with his left fist and snarling out loud as he punched the reinforced wall with what looked like all of his upper-body strength. It made a decent sound, too, even if no mortal being could have put a dent in the wall. He gave a visible shake of his hand as he left, his voice echoing back through the cave as he made his way up the spiral staircase. <strong>”I’ll see you at the docks.”</strong> There was still a lot of unresolved rage in his tone, and it might have left Dick wondering if a hole-riddled teapot wasn’t the only thing Alfred would be cleaning up after the wrathful master Jason. <br><br>But Jason wasn’t <em>that</em> petty. Retrieving his jacket and his helmet from the tea room, Jason found his motorcycle in the front courtyard and left without even saying goodbye to Alfred, his thoughts far too stormy to consider the kind old butler’s feelings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 03:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat fFamily<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM -&gt; 11:37 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor -&gt; The Docks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>Dick wanted to call back out to Jason, to convince his brother to come back and talk, but he knew it was a losing battle. Even before his death, Jason had never been the most open. And after that traumatic event, Todd had closed up even more than before. He isolated himself from the rest of the Family, assuming that he had no more friends in the world. It was only in the past year that he had slowly starting to open up, and even then it was only on his terms. He’d been the one to drop Stephanie on the steps of Wayne Manor and he’d been the one to talk to Dick about teaming up to take down the thief of Wayne Tech. So instead Dick just stood there in silence as Jason stormed off. <br><br>All he could do now was wait. Wait for Jason to slowly come to his senses and realize that Dick was right. It was a long arduous process but one he knew well. So Dick went about his business after Jason’s departure, getting ready for to interpret the weapons deal later that night. It might have been easier if they just called the police, but that introduced too many problems. No, this was gonna be handled by them. By Red Hood and Nightwing. Together again for the first time. <br><br>He got to the spot of the meet a few hours before anyone else would think of being there and cased the area in preparation. It wasn’t always he had time to prepare like this so he always took advantage of it when the opportunity arose. A few bits of explosive here, a remote controlled smoke trap there, and suddenly Dick felt in control of the situation. He even managed to figure out which spot Jason would pick out for his perch to scan over the scene and hid a new fresh pair of prismatic bracers for his adopted brother. <br><br>And then, he waited.&nbsp; And waited. And waited. It was these moments, the times when it felt like he would be there for an eternity, that Dick hated his chosen profession. He learned how to deal with it, but he was an acrobat. Holding still for hours at a time like this was torture for him. Finally the thugs started to show up, causing the spot to make sure that it was safe for their boss. After maybe ten minutes of half hearted searching they seemed to shrug with acceptance and headed back the way they came. And then after another hour of waiting, the real fun finally started. Three small times weapons dealers, all wanting to move up the big leagues, came with a few thugs each, all of them postering and acting like they could kick the other's asses without a second thought. <br><br>Finally, the star of the night came by. A WayneTech R&amp;D engineer by the name of Ted Riley who had managed to steal of their experimental laser weapons and decided that it would be a great idea to try and sell it off to the highest bidder.&nbsp; <br><br>Nightwing tapped a code in Morse over his earpiece, asking Red Hood what the plan should be. Should they take them down quietly one at a time, or should they have some fun? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 06:25:55</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 the 26th of August 2015, 5:30 PM, then, 11:37 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor, then, the Docks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson | Nightwing<br><hr><br>Jason was barely thinking straight as his motorcycle tore him through the curvaceous roads outside of Wayne Manor and through the luxury neighborhoods of the Palisades. Recklessly, he guided his vehicle between oncoming traffic to maneuver past idiots who were only doing the speed limit. He just needed to be far away from this place, the buildings that haunted his memories, the man who challenged and toppled his ideals and his mind. He hated to be challenged; Todd was more stubborn than anyone, doubling down on his anger and hatred whenever he was challenged. He had wanted to kill Richard Grayson in that shooting range, but had instead expressed his anger against the closest wall he could find, his knuckles still numb as that same fist throttled him forward.<br><br>He drove for a long time, more than two hours. The road soothed him more than any words could. He enjoyed driving, from the first time Willis Todd had plopped him into the front seat of whatever beat-up caddie he had been driving back in the day (without a seatbelt), to when Bruce had allowed him to pilot the Batmobile, under his own supervision of course. <em>Dick still has it, too. I wonder if he’s been taking care of it, been upgrading it? Bruce would have liked that.</em> Ironically, Bruce was the only one Jason didn’t hate anymore; If dying did not get you avenged, it at least got you forgiveness. <br><br>Jason knew he had been wrong, as he had bickered with Dick, adamantly refusing to be brought back to ‘life’, whatever that might have entailed. Jason Todd may have physiologically been alive, but he was dormant behind the Red Hood. For the last six years, he had only awoken knowing that there was still work to do. The streets of Gotham were still filthy, innocent people needed to be protected from the scum. But he was still human, even if he liked to deny himself the good and the bad that came with it. Every time he looked at Stephanie, he thought of the life they could never have together, despite the only barrier standing between them the hatred he held for himself. Jason chewed on those thoughts for a long time, his anger slowly resolving itself as he finally decided to make his way back to his base of operations.<br><br>He had been living underground the last six years, in a small fortress that Talia and her League of Shadows had designed, funded and built for him. He had chosen the location for its grimness, the despair it had initially given him when they had set off exploring the cave. It had once been, long before Jason had been born, a subway station, but it had been abandoned and built over, forgotten and left to warp. It had never felt like home for him, just a place to consolidate his arsenal, to train, to sleep. Lately, it had found a fourth purpose; It was where he usually made love to Stephanie and Artemis. Steph didn’t care for it much, but she kept coming around when he invited her back. <br><br>A couple of hours were spent there, physically and mentally preparing himself for the night ahead. Jason ventured to the surface after 9 PM, coinciding with the fall of darkness across the city, the sun a warm memory on the west-side of the city. The evil black of night spread its fingers throughout Gotham, and Jason was a part of that evil. His motorcycle roared through the streets until he arrived at his destination, cutting his engine four blocks away and hiding the vehicle, hoofing it the rest of the way.<br><br>Jason found a suitable perch in a nearby crane that overlooked the shipping containers below, the bid between the three biggest gunrunners in Gotham and Ted Riley taking place somewhere within the maze later that night. As Jason finished his climb upwards&nbsp; and hopped into the operator’s cab, he noticed a pair of prismatic bracers tucked beneath the levers. <strong>”Heh. Dick. You think you know me that well?”</strong> <br>The Bat-glider was already en route, operating off of its drone engines now, whisper quiet and as black as the starless sky above. A thousand feet above them, it did a few aerial surveys, before thermal vision was employed. <em>There you are, Dick. Very impressive. But even you have a core temperature of nearly 100 degrees.</em> <br><br>Then, came the long wait. Jason didn’t mind it. He meditated, which may have seemed like a difficult task inside of the cramped cab, but Jason had shut off his mind and focused his soul in more difficult places. Talia and the League, Ducra and the All-caste… They had taken the weapon that Bruce Wayne had forged and enhanced it. By the time Jason opened his eyes two hours later, he was revitalized, focused, and ready to kick some ass.<br><br>The glider had been keeping surveillance, and he had a full read-out of the situation as he came to it; The thugs had done a sweep of the place, coming nowhere near his or Dick’s hiding spots. They were waiting now in a relatively wide-open area, which was probably not a good thing; A meeting of a few could have taken place anywhere, but you needed room if you were rolling with your war party. Jason’s suspicions were confirmed soon as three separate cars pulled up within moments of each other, trench-coated gangsters stepping out, flanked by their men, trading cold, business-like pleasantries with business rivals, enemies they would have killed if they hadn’t been so similarly protected.<br><br>Shortly thereafter, Ted Riley approached, driving a minivan in such bad repair that Jason could hear the motor problems from so far away. <em>No wonder he started stealing. He probably had a good salary; Must have tied up his money in gambling or other bad debts.</em> A message came through to his helmet as he began to sneakily climb out of the crane, making his way closer to the scene. Morse code that was easily translated into text on his heads-up display, not that Jason needed it. <br><br>Slowly, Jason tapped back a response, literally rapping on the side of his helmet with his gloved fingertip.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">One at a time. Too many for a battle royale. I go north, you south.<br></span><br>Jason and Dick had both inherited Batman’s tactical mindset, even if they executed in completely different styles. Acting on muscle memory and instinct, just like his older brother, Jason found himself within ten yards of a straggler with his back turned, ready to take him out as soon as Dick gave a signal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 05:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 11:45 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Docks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>Dick let out a over exaggerated sound of annoyance when he saw Jason’s message scroll by. Jason wouldn’t have heard him, and none of the thugs would be the wiser, but he still felt compelled to do it if only for his own sake. He sent back a simple message before silently falling to the ground and moving towards one of the guards that was distracted by something on his phone.<br><br>You never want to have fun.<br><br>He knew that Jason was right, and that going up against some 15 men all armed with guns would be stupid even for the two of them. But sometimes Dick liked the stupid plans. Going up against impossible odds only to prevail in the end. It kept him on his toes, feeling like he was good enough to get dressed up and play hero every night. <br><br>Let’s go. Non Lethal.<br><br>And with his brief message sent off to Jason, Dick sprung into action. The first solitary thug he came across was pulled behind a shipping container, a strong forearm wrapped around his neck and cutting off the oxygen going to his brain. It became a challenge to form thoughts, let alone gather up enough air in his lungs to scream out and warn his fellow thugs. After just a few seconds, he blacked out and Nightwing moved onto the next target. <br><br>Without making a sound, he jumped onto the next shipping container and scanned the area to get a map of where the rest of the henchmen were. Most of them, ten along with the seller, were still in the open area of the dock. But there were a few that patrolling the area. It looked like Jason had already taken out one, and was moving onto the next. <br><br>Not one to be shown up by his little brother, Dick silently descended the walls of the container and struck almost immediately. An unsuspecting thug suddenly found a very powerful pair of thighs wrapped around his neck. No noises could escape his mouth, and no oxygen could get in. The thug’s face turned red as his body struggled to find any air, anything at all. But it was a struggle in vain, with his unconscious body hitting the ground after just a few seconds. <br><br>A quick thermal scan revealed what Dick already knew was happening; There were only two more henchmen patrolling the perimeters. Meaning only two more he and Jason would be able to get at before they’d need to address the crowd that was still in the open area. <br><br>With one fluid motion, Dick drew an escrima from its holster around his waist and flung it towards one of the two guards who made the mistake of straying too far from the rest of the group. Dick had mastered the motion years ago, knowing exactly how much force he needed to throw the mass of escrima with. The hard stick drove itself into the thug’s temple, just enough force to send him collapsed to the ground with a thud. <br><br>With only one more to go after, Dick rushed towards the remaining outlier guard. As he silently ran through the shadows, Dick grabbed as his previously tossed Escrima and pulled a smoke bomb from the nearly invisible utility belt around his waist. A smoke bomb that Dick threw right at the feet of the thug just before throwing three of his batarangs at the now hopelessly confused thug. <br><br>Since this was the last of the thugs that they could reasonably surprise with stealth, Dick thought, He and Jason would be better served by starting on a campaign of shock and awe. Make some noise, show the thugs some smoke, so that they could drag the criminals into the fire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 04:12:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GF5nSuy.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 the 26th of August 2015, 11:45 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Docks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson | Nightwing<br><hr><br>For a moment, Jason was tempted to argue via morse code with his adopted brother. <em>He says I don’t have fun? He won’t even let me ice these scumbags.</em> But by then, their plans were already in motion. As he sprinted forward, his boots made no noise on the asphalt. First a student of crime alley, then of Batman, and the League of Shadows, and finally the All-Caste, Jason was the amalgam of several forms of elite training, and he cockily considered himself equal to Bruce in his prime, with fewer assets but with better methods. The man with his back to the Red Hood heard nothing, not until Jason’s powerful forearm was wrapped around his neck, his other hand quickly seizing the gun from his hand and squeezing the safety switch on. The only sound to be heard was the faintest clatter of metal as Jason carefully discarded the gun, and led his now unconscious foe into a darkened corner.<br><br>Then, he made a quiet climb atop one of the steel shipping containers, shadowing his next victim from above. This man was a bit further away from the action, giving Jason a bit more leeway in his takedown method. As he crept along, his left hand was adjusting the wrist of his right glove, configuring a function built into the high-tech pieces of handware. A moment later, he was making a running leap off of the container, more than a dozen feet in the air above the doomed thug. His back turned, the criminal could feel the gun in his hand tugging away, as if a ghost were trying to feebly pry it from his grasp…<br><br>The closer that Jason’s right hand came towards him, the magnetic attraction between his right palm and the weapon grew stronger, and as Jason crashed down into his face, two feet first before landing in a graceful roll some distance away from the groaning man, he held the barrel of the rifle in his hand, carefully ejecting the magazine and tossing it and the gun. He finished the gangster off with a firm clock to the face, then began to seek more prey.<br><br>Jason found he had veered far away from the battle by then; He activated thermal imaging, but there wasn’t much to tell, as several steel shipping crates separated them from even his improved sights. As he climbed atop another container, and swiftly crawled across it, he was also viewing the feed from above, and could see at least twelve standing foes. Now, if an all-out fight broke out, the odds would be more in their favor than before. Still, Jason wasn’t looking to walk into a shooting range; These guys had some serious weaponry on them.<br><br>He focused his attention ahead, before he could get a firm location in Dick, which turned out to be a mistake. Jason was unaware that he and Grayson were focusing on the same target now; His sights were set on fresh blood, and like a rabid hound, Red Hood couldn’t look away, wouldn’t be distracted by anything. With an astounding leap, he flew into a leaping tackle that would make a few wrestlers proud. And halfway through his flight, a canister of smoke gas clanged at the feet of his target. <em>Fuck! Damnit, Dick!</em> Jason’s shoulder caught the thug right between the ribs, crushing the air out of him and probably cracking a few of those ribs, and as soon as they were on the ground, Jason heard three metallic <em>clangs</em> against one of the containers behind them. Loud enough to alert the rest of the guards. Furious, Jason dug a powerful elbow into the downed man’s jaw, as one of his comrades yelled, <strong>”Over there! I heard somethin’. Where’s the other men?”</strong><br><br>Jason made a frustrated, almost bear-like growl before he began to charge ahead, angling around a couple of crates before he could finally see the rest of their opponents; Eight armed men, the three bosses, and Ted Riley. Jason pulled his own smoke from his belt and tossed it forward, a second later following it up with another quick motion, flinging a few more batarangs into the fray. He heard a man yelp with pain, the sharp weapons no doubt finding their mark near his temple. They were sharp enough to cut, heavy enough to dizzy, but small enough that they were virtually non-lethal unless they landed in one or two places on the human body… Jason knew those places, and had killed with them before. When he had returned to Gotham six years prior, he had tried, and failed, to turn the cops against Batman with a few corpses and some well-placed batarangs…<br><br>But tonight, he’d respect Grayson’s wishes, and hold back a little. <strong>”Hey, who ordered these knuckle sandwiches?”</strong> Unfettered by the obscuring smoke, thanks to his thermal sights, Jason clocked the nearest man in the jaw, releasing a day’s worth of frustration in one wicked left haymaker.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Bird Boys</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 04:17:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday the 26th of August 2015, 11:45 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Docks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd<br><hr><br>When the guards called out in surprise and fear, finally figuring out that someone had been picking them off one by one, Grayson couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It was a simple thing, the sight of thugs getting nervous, but Dick took what he could get. Years with Batman had shown him how important it was to appreciate the little things. Otherwise, a perfectly good hero might wind up the way of Bruce and be incapable of appreciating what he had. Or like Jason, angry at the world and unable to remind himself that there were things to appreciate in the land of the living.<br><br>Still, best not to dwell on things for too long. It wouldn’t do to let Jason get all the credit after all. Especially with the sub par banter that Jason was using. ‘Knuckle Sandwich’ the former sidekick thought with a groan ‘Time to get in there and show Jason how a professional does it.’<br><br>“Hood, you’ve gotta get better quips” Nightwing called out with a laugh as he leapt into the smoke filled battlefield. For the briefest second, it felt like nothing had changed. He was taken back to simpler times, back when Bruce had still been alive, back before he’d left the cave, before Jason had been killed. There had been a time that that the two of them had been like brothers and had done everything together. And it was nice to have it feel like it again, even if for just a second. <br><br>He landed in the middle of the makeshift arena, and started to prioritize the battlefield. Ted Riley, the wild card with the laser gun, was still fumbling with case. It would be at least ten seconds before he could open the case, take out the gun, and get it powered up. The three bosses were all only pulling out their guns at that moment, meaning it was roughly five to eight seconds for anyone of them to get it up and pull off a shot. So taking down the eight thugs, all with their guns already pulled, was the first objective. One was already down thanks to Jason’s batarangs, and another had hit the ground following Jason’s haymaker. That left six thugs to worry about, and five seconds before the smoke cleared to the point that people would start shooting.<br><br><em>‘Easy enough’ </em>the always confident Grayson thought to himself without a hint of sarcasm. For him, taking on a few armed thugs and a crazy guy with a crazier weapon was second nature. He’d been doing it for 15 years at that point, since before puberty was even a concept to him. <br><br>“What a shocking development!” He called out, the electrified head of his escrima smashes into one of the nearby thugs jaws, a blue spark arcing across his face and making his teeth seem to glow for a split second before he collapsed on the ground with a twitch. “Now that’s some good battle quips” he said to Hood over their private channel. 
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