⍟—”You don’t believe in people telling the future?
Mate, you’re fucking disillusion, what do you think Doctor Fate does? I’m sure you’ve met him - talks like he’s out of a fucking King Arthur novel and has a shiny helmet that is most of the time distracting to what he’s actually saying. If I’m honest here, I spent a long time staring at the bloody dome before realising he was chatting to me.“
"Why should I? I don’t care, they can tell all kinds of futures that they want, but I ain’t gonna listen. I’ll make my own and make it good. Dr Fate, huh? The guy you stole the helmet from? I prefer Zatanna, the view is so much better, I’m sure you would agree. Oh yeah, forgot ou swing both ways, but no idea how hot you find age difference. Some people find it a kink, see Talia al Ghul.”
⍟—”Blood guts, gore and betrayal, Jason Todd. Let me predict your future, gimme five quid and I’ll read your fucking palm.“
"Sounds about right to me. No need to do that I don’t believe in that crap. No future is predetermined, I control my own life. And if something tries to mess with it, I’ll shoot it, simple as that.”
“Lemme take a look in my crystal fucking ball and what do I see… I see you, Joker, and Bats aiming for your neck. Then I see you running off in teenage angst and rebellion.”
"What, are you a fucking mind reader now? Get the hell out of my head, Constantine. There’s nothing for you to see there.”
“Tell me about it. It’s not exactly a good thing to come from a universe of technological advancements if the people don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” she rubbed the nape of her neck while releasing an exhausted sigh, “But tell me about this alien friend of yours. From what I hear, my kind of extraterrestrials may not be the same as yours.”
“I can imagine. I’ve been to enough spaceships and planets last year to last me a lifetime. But something tells me that you’re from somewhere that I’ve never been. Another universe or whatever”, he replied, giving her a look before answering. “We call her Starfire, Kori, Koriand'r is her real name. She’s a princess, from Tamaran. Ever heard of that place?"
“Replace? You mean acquire my old guns because that’d be swell. Tell me more about this tech guy."
"It did the job so far, I’m not hearing any of the Hood’s victims complaining.”
“Stark Industries, that’s the sign that you should be looking for. Flies around in suits that have frigging missiles in them. Heard that he was a weapons maker before. I’m sure that the weapons he would give you would be the best.”
“Perfect alignment, who taught ya’ that? The US Army? Look how great they are with their 70% accuracy ratio. And that’s with automatics. Piss poor if ya ask me.”
"The Army? Pft, more like the League of Assassins, they’re crazy about precision, trust me. So, what? Are you planning to get something better? There’s a tech guy here with a huge ass company. I’m sure that you could replace those so easily. Make your job more enjoyable.”