DC Earth 2: No Laughing Matter
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: No Laughing Matter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 23:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/27/a9/48/27a9487ca829437892c148d888901b57.jpg)</div><hr><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Raven&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em>Alias:</em></strong>&nbsp; Rachel Roth<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong>&nbsp; N/A<br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong>&nbsp; The Narrows, Gotham City -- Old Apartment Building<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong> October 24, 2015 - 10:00 PM (2200)<br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Herself<br><hr><br>Something odd had been going on in the Narrows the last few days.<br><br>There was a tense energy on the streets. Something cold, foul, evil...And if anyone could detect that kind of energy, it was her. She did have an <em>in</em> after all with things foul and evil, after all. The work she had done in the last few months though was steadily being undone, however. The murder rate was going up, and the method for murder getting more and more brutal. First it had been a single killing, some old homeless man that no one but her missed. He was found with his mouth cut open, the old 'Laughing Man' scars that the mafia had loved decades ago.<br><br>Then a double homicide, with the same scars. One this time, one had been bled dry enough for the body to bee unnaturally pale. A couple, just trying to get on their feet. They had a daughter that went missing. And it was from that murder onward the sick, twisted nature of the murderer became clear. Each new murder killed someone, left the scars, and the body of the missing person from the last murder while someone else went missing. A husband found death with the missing daughter, his wife gone. A grandmother killed on the steps of her apartment building, the wife draped across her body, with her grandchild she had been watching gone. So on, and so forth. The police had yet to truly get involved. There was enough going on in the city that one new serial killer harder met their radar. But she knew...And she had to stop it.<br><br>Raven could tell that the evil energy was growing stronger. And she had to find out what. And she had thought she found the murderer, but instead, she had been too late...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Go! Run!"</span> she hissed, as she burst threw a door. A young man screamed, and ran around her and out, as the windows in the apartment shattered. Glass flew at her, and her arms covered her face. But when she lowered them, the only bodies in the room were that of a young woman eyes almost unnaturally wide, her mouth cut open in that same grin, and the missing grandchild. A bloody knife lay next to them. The murder weapon, it seemed. But the murderer was gone...She flew over to the window, looking out it, trying to spot the monster...There was just a fire escape, and no trace of anyone up or down it. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"How did...?"</span><br><br>Sighing, she frowned underneath her hood, and turned back to the bodies. Maybe she could get a clue from them...They reeked of an evil, foul magic. One she was far too familiar with. But why would that energy be here? This was very...troubling. Walking over to the bodies, she knelt over them, holding a hand out as it glowing with the black light of her magic, trying to read anything off of them...<br><br>But as her senses turned inward, she was left unaware of anyone else coming to investigate the room a young man rushed out of, screaming that his girlfriend had just been murdered...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: No Laughing Matter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 06:49:30</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> Saturday, October 24th, 2015, 10:00 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown | Spoiler, Raven | Rachel Roth<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Red Hood and Spoiler are on patrol! Jason is silently imagining them as Batman and Robin, though he's filling in unfamiliar shoes for the first time. He intercepts a police communication regarding a possible homicide similar to some of Joker's past killings. Upset, he leads Stephanie to the Riverview Apartments, and swings in through the broken window to begin to assess the crime scene.<hr><hr><br>For the past couple of months, Jason's friends had all been trying to push him, change him. All two or three of them. Artemis kept trying to push him to talk about 'it', meaning his rebirth in the Lazarus Pit, his time with the League of Shadows and the All-caste. There were a lot of sore subjects there, a lot of unprocessed feelings. Jason had come out to her a little bit, but she only saw the tip of the iceberg. Stephanie had found him more beast than man, and had been trying to domesticate him, and remarkably, he had been falling for it for months now, feeling more and more comfortable actually being around people, pretending to be normal. Dick Grayson? He was going full-stop. The legal gears were already spinning to have Jason re-declared as being alive. He too had pressed Jason to talk about his feelings, even to the point of telling him that Bruce wanted Jason to seek help, that he hoped that he would have a successor in Jason Todd in the event of his death.<br><br><em>Five years later, and I'm still disappointing him,</em> Jason considered to himself, as he and Stephanie Brown explored the rooftops of the Narrows together. He was really beginning to cave under their insistence, bitterly remembering that he had left his gun at home whenever he tried to reach for it on his belt. <em>No more killing. God, who even am I anymore?</em> They weren't patrolling for any reason in particular, other than that they were still perfecting the art of fighting together as a duo. If Bruce hadn't been lying out of his dead ass in that recording, he believed that Jason could take up the cowl. And the Dark Knight had almost always had a Boy Wonder at his side. As he glanced over and appraised Stephanie Brown in her purple Spoiler uniform, he began to wonder what she might look like in green spandex shorts and a red, green and black uniform. He groaned appreciatively at the thought, but didn't allow himself to be distracted for too long.<br><br><strong>"Yo, Steph! Try to keep up. Don't get fat on me"</strong> He shouted out to her, unabashedly using her actual name. He had always loved to make her skin crawl by doing it. Jason adored how she would privately take it out on him later, at first hot-headed and steamed about it, but later on, more eager to laugh. Red Hood grapnel-hooked over to another building that was just a bit too far away to leap, landing on the lip of the roof of an apartment complex. They were looking for trouble, or perhaps hoping that trouble found them. High up from the city, they wouldn't see anything occurring on the streets below, but Jason had other methods. His helmet was feeding him a list of 911 calls as they came in, in case it matched up to one of his open cases. <br><br>His pace quickly slowed, though, eyes focusing on the HUD of his helmet, a moment of chill passing through him despite the relatively warm October night. From the police scanner: <br><br><em>415 possible 187, reported Joker-style wounds. Narrows, Riverview Apts, floor 6.<br></em><br>A response from the closest squad car:<br><br><em>Code 4.</em><br><br><strong>"God, damnit! Steph, we've got a situation, and it's close. Public disturbance, possible homicide. Victim given a Chelsea Grin. And the cop wants nothing to fucking do with it."</strong> Code 4 in Gotham basically meant, <em>It might be an hour, unless someone starts shooting.</em> Whether the police were scared that the Joker was back, a situation they never knew how to dealt with, or if they had more important things to worry about, it didn't matter to Jason. He had been looking into this case for a while now, despite how much it disturbed him, made him want to wretch inside of his helmet. Someone was either copy-catting Joker, or... The clown-prince of crime was back in action. If he had any luck, it would be Harley Quinn, and he'd finally have a reason to put her six feet under, just like he should have done during the summer.<br><br>He gave a silent gesture to Spoiler towards the Riverview building, an adjacent block away from them. He zipped over to the other side with his grapnel, doing a quick appraisal of the sixth floor, seeking any visible disturbances. And he was in luck; After magnifying his vision several times, Jason could see a shimmer of shattered glass in one of the windows, no sign of glass on the fire escape outside, so someone must have broken in from the outside. It would be a good place to start.<br><br>Jason shared a glance with Stephanie, his eyes obscured behind his helmet, but he could at least look into her blue pupils. It wasn't the first time they would face danger together, but in that moment, Jason felt the responsibility Bruce must have felt a hundred times or more, every time he and Dick, or he had Jason had descended into action below them. He had to trust her, though, and he gave her one more affirmative nod before he leaped from their current building, his grapnel catching the wall of the opposite apartment complex, and he began a turbulent arc between the towers. His aim had been perfect, the calculation of his trajectory phenomenal; Jason barreled through the broken window in one fluid motion, tumbling to land gracefully in a kneel, glass crunching beneath his boots, his knees, his hand on the ground. He lifted his red helmet, and began to appraise the situation...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: No Laughing Matter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>16-12-2015, 09:09:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/34/d4/d934d44debc5dd5618c5241be244f515.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday, October 24th, 2015, 10:00 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd | The Red Hood&nbsp; ,&nbsp; Raven | Rachel Roth<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> A bit of context, Stephanie's feelings on working with Jason, especially at this particular date and time. She affirms Jason that she is willing to go in after him to investigate the murders and the Chelsea Grins. She follows Jason into the building, landing with <em>some</em> more grace. <br><br>Stephanie looks around and tries to see whats going on. She spots a few things, but not the knife. Intimidated, Stephanie reaches for her weapon, but she does not draw it. She looks to Jason for a gameplan, she slowly strafes in an attempt to flank the mysterious woman in the room.<hr><hr><br>Jason enabled Stephanie to satisfy her urges, in every way. Carnal release was one of the ways that he was able to please her. She was more than happy to oblige whether she felt sexy or not. But also, when he took her out for training, it was live action. There were real bullets involved. There was real work. Stephanie was all about bettering herself, but Dick and Kate were all about lessons. Older vigilante's would never admit it, but they loved sidekicks. Having some one around that would hung on their every word was important to a hero. The Red Hood was a good baby-sitter, so to speak. When Steph got to train with him, she got to smell the streets, she was allowed to fight, and she was allowed to do some real good.<br><br>Even though her thoughts were actively more disgusted than happy to be out with him.<br><br><em>'He's such a fucking asshole,'</em> she thought as she crossed from one roof to another with her masked lover. She was still bitter over recent personal events in her life that revolved around Jason. He was a blast in all seven directions, but he was difficult to read, and her attempts to tame him weren't going so well. <em>'Typical fucking guy, just nonchalant about the whole thing. He'd want the goods even more if I closed up shop on him. I could. But I won't.' </em>As conflicted as the two of them were in this moment, they were sill working together. She trusted <em>'that prick,' </em>especially in vigilante circumstances. <br><br>She craved this, watching over the city, a protector of innocents. It was one of the only two things that she was passionate about. The other was wearing a heavy red helmet. <br><br>Working alongside the man that she considered to be her closest companion was special. The two of them communicated well, silently at times. They knew that the other had their back, and every fight had an extra flare to it. She could watch him be masculine, he could watch her be feminine, and there was the rush of being in danger together. Everything was good about patrols with The Red Hood. He was good at teaching her lessons without having to explain to her that it was a lesson. When Jason guided her through something, he felt like a peer at the top of the curve, and less like a parent with a lecture in mind. In any case, whether Steph was training with Nightwing, or Batwoman, or patrolling the streets with Jason, she was the bat-family's sidekick, with a black ninja mask, and a purple hood. It wasn't official, and she had only every been out with The Red Hood, but the feeling was impossible to ignore. She had imagined herself in the robin costume by then many times. But she didn't want to be the first one to bring it up, it seemed, no one wanted to be the first one to do that.<br><br>She had been her own woman in her neighborhood before, now, she was a bat in training. The Narrows were not her neighborhood. Her familiarity on these streets were low. Jason had wanted to take her here to show her a new part of the city. He liked to make sure that Steph knew where she was at all times in Gotham. It was a long process, but the two of them had seen a lot in the few months that they had known each other.Crossing from roof to roof was more dangerous than Steph would let herself believe. But, finding pathways from one building to another was like finding traveled paths in the forest, where the weeds did not grow, where the trees had been pushed away, where the dark brown earth was upturned and fresh. In the alley's on the streets, one could feel trapped, like being in a maze. But, from the roofs, Gotham made infinitely more sense.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Yo, Steph! Try to keep up. Don't get fat on me"</em> </span><br><br><em>'Fuck him. He makes me so mad. Using my name, telling me not to get fat. As if I would ever get fat in my line of work. Just because he can swing around like Tarzan, and jump farther. It is fucking amazing that I'm keeping up with him.'</em> Steph didn't consider herself to be that frustrated. <em>'I'm fast as hell, I'm more quiet than him too. Goddamnit! He knows he's making me mad too, he fucking loves it when I'm mad... so dirty.'</em> For the most part, Steph felt normal, but something was eating her up inside; slowly, and quietly.<br><strong><br>"I'm right here."</strong> Steph was in fine shape, her breath was still shallow, and her mouth was closed, still covered by the mask. <strong>"You don't have to shout."</strong> Steph had caught up to him completely, standing by his side as the transmission was coming in to his helmet. <strong>"What're you-"</strong> She was stopped by a gesture from his gloved hand. <strong>"Why'd you sto-"</strong> Another gesture and a glaring stare from those luminescent white eyes.<em> 'So sexy...'</em> She understood after two tries that he was trying to listen to something else.<em> 'Wish I had super-teched-out-headphones or something instead of just my comm.'</em> Steph wished silently. Those were not far away in her future.<br><br>She was about to tell him that she was jealous of his helmet. But he was unnaturally upset by whatever had come in through his comm.<strong> "A Chels-..." </strong>Steph almost asked what Jason was talking about. She had always called it something else because her father had like the sound. <strong>"A Glasgow Smile..." </strong>The sureness in her voice created an eerie calm. <strong>"Joker."</strong><br><br>Steph took a long moment for the tension to ease in. <strong>"I'm right behind you, Babe." </strong>Pure resolve. Steph understood that Jason had a soft spot when it came to the Joker, Kate had told her why. The two lovers had spoken of it briefly, not much had needed to be said. Just as it was now. Steph was willing to follow his lead, even if he wasn't vocalizing anything. There was no matter where it took her. If there was a way for her man to get back at his killer, <em>'I'll sure as hell be there to help,'</em> she was devoted.<br><br>Steph knew that she could do something incredibly stupid if she tried to jump in through the same window as Jason at the same time. She waited five seconds, and then fired her grapnel into the same spot that Jason had. She was off by two inches to the right. So she took an eighth of a step to the left, and let loose. Soaring through the air never lost it's appeal. She was smiling wide under her mask. She could feel that her trajectory was right on. Jason had already shown her exactly how to do it. Once again, the danger of the action had been swept under the rug. She was too focused to think about dying or failing, or failing and falling to her gruesome death.<br><br>Her entrance into the room had been just as sudden, if not twice as graceful. She had rolled as well upon impact, but she was quieter, sleeker, and swan-like in her final pose. <br><br>She spotted Jason quickly, and took a inventory of what was going on around her. Her investigative mind took hold, and she was able to catalog quite a bit in a matter of seconds:&nbsp; The window had been shattered prior to Jason's arrival, and the door to the apartment was still open. A woman was dead on the floor. A child appeared to be dead as well beside her. There was a lot of blood, Steph had not seen the knife from her perspective. But she did see the figure of a woman dressed oddly similar to The Spoiler herself crouching beside the bodies. That's about when Steph stopped cataloging the evidence in her mind.<br><br>Steph didn't know who she was dealing with right here. She slid her hand behind her, wrapping her fingers around the weapon on the small of her back. Her other hand was beside the switch on her belt that caused her to go invisible. Steph had a lot to think about, and fast; <em>'I've never seen this bitch...Is she the killer?'</em> She took a quick look to Jason for a command, not entirely sure what the protocol was here. This reminded her a lot of how she and the Red Hood had originally met. There was a foul stench in the air here, though. The warehouse on <em>that</em> night had been empty. This place was lush, warm, and it wreaked of death. <em>'The killer wouldn't still be here. Not if the police had been called.'</em> Stephanie had her blue eyes locked onto the dark feminine figure in the room.<em> 'Our response time was insane... it could be her. Tipping the cops to her own crime, I've seen some one do that before.'</em> Steph didn't dare speak to the figure or look to The Red Hood again. <em>'Just be the Spoiler, don't go crazy sidekick. Hang back.' </em> Her combat training taught her to <em>'try and flank any enemy, even a possible enemy, keeping foes surrounded in battle often made them friends.'</em> Her feet carried her, strafing to her left, away from Jason, toward the mysterious bodies and the intimidating figure above them.<br><br>She had a feeling that he would take the lead, and he had a tendency to make his intentions blunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: No Laughing Matter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 19:03:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/27/a9/48/27a9487ca829437892c148d888901b57.jpg)</div><hr><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Raven&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em>Alias:</em></strong>&nbsp; Rachel Roth<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong>&nbsp; N/A<br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong>&nbsp; The Narrows, Gotham City -- Old Apartment Building<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong> October 24, 2015 - 10:00 PM (2200)<br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Herself<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Raven is interrupted from examining the two bodies. Something about them has her unsettled, though, and she has a sinking feelings she knows what is going on--and doubts she can confront it. The interruption from Alias and Red Hood however break her focus before she can confirm her fears.<br><br>She rates their individual landing, and then figures that it is time that she leaves, as the male gives her a feeling almost as odd as the dead bodies.<br><hr><hr><br><br>Something was wrong...very wrong, with these two bodies. But what it was, Raven just couldn't place her finger on, and it was frustrating her. Closing her eyes, she chanted her mantra to refocus her efforts, her hands pulsing again with black-light energy as she pushed her soul self deeper into the realm of the immaterial. There was a trace in this room of what had happened. With how warm the bodies were, she had missed saving the first two victims by moments. The crime was violent, the criminal depraved and evil enough, that a physic presence had been left in the room regardless of the time.<br><br>It was almost as if...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"No..."</span> she whispered, opening her eyes, standing and backing away from the two bodies. This was <em>demonic</em> energy. But how was that possible? The gates of Hell were supposed to have been sealed. Unless someone had summoned a demon into this world. That was a possibility, and if that was the case, this situation was only going to get worse. A summoned demon that had broken free of the summoner was only going to grow stronger as it fulfilled it's evil impulses and desires. It had to be stopped, and soon, but...could she stop it? Her own demonic blood was already stirring at the faint energy in the room. A call to home, a place where she had belonged and was wanted--No!<br><br>Hissing, and clenching her fists tight enough that her nails bit into the skin of her palm, she banished those thoughts. That was <em>not</em> her. And she would die before returning there.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I have to catch the one that fled..."</span> she muttered to herself, looking at the door that the survivor had fled from. This demon had a method, and it was going to chase her down to finish it. The monsters were creatures of compulsion, after all. The pattern it followed was evidence enough that it was yet too weak to truly act on its own. The main question was whether it had its own form yet, or if it still needed a host. And if it had possessed that young man was possessed, that would explain how she had lost track of the killer so quickly. Either way, she needed to find and talk to him, before this got out of hand. Because if it did, she knew who would show up, and if that smoking bastard showed up, nothing good was going to happen. Of course, those last few words she had spoken might not particularly work in her favor, as two figures burst through windows, landing in the apartment and looking at her. Two of the city's heroes? She sure was running into a lot of them lately...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Nice landing, Red Head..."</span> she murmurred out, her voice a controlled monotone, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You might want to get your lady friend to give you some pointers, she has some style..."</span><br><br>Feet lifting a few inches from the ground, she started to levitate up, and float slowly back towards the door. She knew how this had to look. But her violet eyes, hidden in the shadow of her cloak hood, narrowed on the man in the red mask. There was something...dead, about him. A similar feeling to the energy in the room, but not quite the same...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...You were dead..."</span> she murmured, as she felt something familiar from him, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"What are you doing here?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: No Laughing Matter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 07:53:41</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> Saturday, October 24th, 2015, 10:05 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown | Spoiler, Raven | Rachel Roth<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Red Hood orders Spoiler to cover the window, and he takes the opposite door, cutting off Raven's escape. As she recognizes him, Jason vaguely recognizes her, as well, and begins to experience painful flashbacks. His anger and terror begin to affect him, as he aggressively tries to interrogate Raven about the crime scene.<hr><hr><br>The first thing his eyes landed on were the long, pale legs of a woman wearing a purple cape and hood; He had to glance over to Stephanie, just to visually compare their two outfits, wondering if it was more than just a coincidence. The hood was drawn over her face, so that he couldn't get a good look at her, but something was... Off. Something beyond the fact that she was standing in the apartment of two apparent Joker victims, seemingly moments after the crime had occurred. He glanced at the bodies, but just for a second. There was a lot of investigative work he could have done, but if this leggy stranger had anything to do with it, he'd want to find out first.<br><br>Then, after an awkward moment, she spoke, and the hair on the back of Jason's neck rose as a chill spread through his form. He couldn't remember where, but he'd heard her voice before... His heart began to twist with anguish. Knuckles tightened into a fist, joints crackling audibly, as he rose from his kneeling position and began to slowly approach her. He ignored her quip, far too consumed in this moment to respond with a Robin-like retort, instead giving her an icy Batman staredown. <em>Maybe that's why Bruce always preferred silence. Maybe he was too angry to speak sometimes.</em><br><br>As he approached her, the mysterious hooded woman began to rise into the air, floating maybe a half-foot off of the ground. <em>Damned metahumans...</em> <strong>"Spoiler, block that window! Can't let her get away!"</strong> He dashed towards the door that was Raven's destination, moving with surprising, startling speed, quickly slapping it close with a loud bang, throwing his body between her and her exit. They were close now, within five feet; Jason's eyes quickly shot between her and Stephanie, and... He could sense her hesitation. Her doubt. Fear? Jason had went through such moments of uncertainty on his first few patrols, too. Busting up thugs was another thing, but this scene, this place? It was evil. It was a sensation Jason recognized, and though he'd never embraced evil, he seemed to have flirted with it constantly, even before his death. Not everyone was used to such things, though, and his heart quietly panged with empathy for her. But as her boss, the Red Hood gave an impatient grunt, hoping she'd focus.<br><br>The floating woman halted before him, as Jason straightened his back out, standing tall, though not quite as tall as her when she had such an unfair advantage as magic. She couldn't have seen it, but his mouth opened to question her, but she cut him off. He might have just spoken over her, but what she said.. Disturbed him. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...You were dead..."</span> It touched him to his core, chilled him, his body visibly trembling. Recognition sparked his memories of those horrible times, when the teenage Boy Wonder had spent some months in the afterlife, suffering at the hands of... Her. It didn't make any sense, but Jason wanted to reach out and choke her to death, to send her back there. Those memories were so fluid and vague; Sometimes, he could convince himself they were a dream, his imagination, but Talia had told him that Ra's had seen hell, too, and he had described it just as Jason had.<br><br><strong>"Quiet. Shut up. Give me some answers, now. Who did this!?"</strong> He stepped towards her, resisting the urge to pull the knife off of his belt, but he looked quite threatening enough with two fists held at his sides, by his belt. Still shaking, he shot a glance at Stephanie, wondering if she could feel his terror, if she thought less of him for it... They'd spoken about it before, but only the details. That he had died seven years ago, after being beaten badly by the Joker and then caught in an explosion as he'd tried to escape. That the League had brought him back, and Talia had trained him for a while before passing him off to the All-Caste. That he had taken these newfound abilities and skills and brought them back to Gotham to seek vengeance against Bruce. But what he hadn't told her was that he still had nightmares of a cold, iron crowbar cracking his ribs, shattering orbital bones and teeth, rupturing organs beneath the skin. Of skin being peeled off of his face as he was tortured in hell...<br><br>His memories had him near-frenzied, and though he didn't attack Raven, yet, he was standing dangerously close to her, in an aggressive stance, yelling at her, demanding to know what she knew.
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