“So I’m guessing you don’t wear the costume all day, huh?” Her mouth slanted in a smile while both shoulders were held loosely. She didn’t really fear Red Hood, and besides which, it was especially helpful that she didn’t rely on magic alone.
Sure, as long as he didn’t try any funny business she didn’t see a reason to be defensive.
Sealing her lips closed, the magician shot him a look of defiance.
“Well, I’m not a superhero all the time.”
If the anti-hero expected her to react negatively, tough luck. ”Besides, I can handle myself fine. It doesn’t matter what you wear, every woman has to deal with pervs. You might as well wear what you like!” On an afterthought, she added for playful measures, “Even if you choose a red helmet, of all things.”
“I need to put it in the wash every now and then, right? Sweaty leather isn’t exactly the chick magnet”, he replied slightly more comfortably now. If he wasn’t provoked, he would rely on making snide comments and, in the case of an attractive female, sort of flirtatious attempts.
He wasn’t suave, not at all, mainly because he was too preoccupied most of the time to even care about being any sort of intimate with anyone.
“What’s wrong with red?”, he asked defensively. “I like that attitude, I’ll let you know that any assholes that try to attack any woman in the street because of her fishnets or short skirts will get their butchered dick in their hand. Let’s say that I’m not tolerable in the slightest”. It was true, he held no respect for such thugs and he wasn’t going to think about it twice before maiming them in the worst ways possible.
Dick stared for a bit the distant member of their ‘Bat Family’. Yeah, a family, even with all the crap Jason chooses, Dick still sees him as brother Robin that carried the title. There was also the undeniable fact he was becoming quite a bit more a team player, what with the events of Cluemaster’s Attack on Gotham and the recent Joker’s Endgame Virus.
And Dick had to admit, after being stuck with Spyral for so long, it was nice seeing that red-helmet, gun-totting punk again..
After staring for a bit, the fellow former boy wonder sighed and scratched the back of his head,
“I did happen to get a bit uppity on you huh? Well sorry, i’m not exactly an expert when it comes to getting kidnapped into some city full off odd balls,”
Then again, there is Gotham, the young man thought to himself. Even if he was unfamiliar with this city, he was familiar with an out-of-whack one…..,but nothing like this. Just as he was thinking to himself, the agent couldn’t help but notice something,
“Oh yeah, you don’t seem surprised that I’m still alive, I guess you didn’t buy that memo about me being murdered when I got caught by the Crime Society,”
“Keeping up with the Waynes isn’t one of the shows that I’m watching. Been busy with my own…stuff. Got a new team if you didn’t her about it, by the way. I’m sure that you know both of them very well.”
He said that with a bit of spite in his voice; Roy and Kori of course went back a lot with Dick, Jason was once again, the Robin replacement, like always. Nevertheless, they’re been nothing but good to him and actually seemed interested in the way he worked to keep a grudge against them. He couldn’t exactly afford to lose any allies, and both of them seemed to appear and disappear in that city.
So Grayson “died”? He wasn’t going to guess that Dick’s death affected people more than his own did. After all, he was still bitter about how Bruce approached him after Damian died.
“So, did you kick the bucket or not? Or did Bruce made you stage your death or whatever? I’m dying to know, we have aaaall night to talk about your nothing but fascinating life”, he snorted, arms spreading so casually.
His bitterness was always there, at this point he didn’t care how much it was showing; if Bruce, Dick or Tim talked to him, it would always come out so easily. They were the three people that he held grudges against, no matter how much he denied it to his new teammates.
“Why the heck wouldja think I took that dude’s wallet? Is it ‘cause I look shady or somethin’? The whole “evil vampire” schtick? That’s profiling I ain’t really appreciative of, kiddo.”
“Oh, so you’re a vampire now, yeah, sure, okay. Nevertheless, I saw you following him, and yes, you’ll probably get an award based on how shady you look right now, pulling excuses out of your ass.”
Ooh, that was it. No more miss nice clown- she wasn’t even gonna bother holding back anymore. Sprint as he might, Harley did a backflip to dodge the slash. “I hope you ain’t too attached to your head!” She tossed her plastic mallet towards his face and crouched down, aiming to kick his ankles and make him lose his balance. There was no way she was gonna lose in a fight against some freaky, lame jerk boy.
He should have expected her to come after him so easily, then again, he was pushing her buttons. Anyone related to or looking remotely like the Joker was an instant target to him. Getting ready, he used his fists to dodge the plastic mallet, the kick taking him by surprise and avoiding it at the very last moment. “Good, I needed someone to keep me on my feet. Was of course aiming for someone higher but…you’ll do for now”, he chuckled, his sharpened dagger slashing towards her.
➳ “You haven’t done a great job of cleaning up the streets if I’m honest Jay, c’mon, look at this place. It’s a dump.” That being said Roy wasn’t the biggest fan of Gotham given how it looked like the dump compared to Starling, and he had grown up in the rougher parts of the Glades, so he knew dumps when he saw them.
“It is a dump, yeah, was worse before. Besides, where’s the fun if I do it all by myself? Thought that you could join in the fun”, he replied with a carefree shrug. He wasn’t lying, it could be boring doing this on his own, he got used to having Roy and Kori sticking around him, so dealing with members of his ex family and villains from Batman’s gallery wasn’t just as fun alone.
An excited smile stretched her lips as she reached for the squeaky mallet on her hip. Harley hadn’t had the pleasure of actually beating anyone up with it yet, so this was the perfect opportunity. “I’d like ta see ya try it, lame boy! If Mistah J could knock ya silly, then I betcha I can too. When I’m done with ya, you ain’t even gonna be seein’ stars,” and with that last taunt out of the way, Harley charged at Red Hood and loosed a high kick that might break his jaw if he didn’t dodge it.
Jason found out the hard way that despite her what he considered childish attitude and small appearance, she wasn’t mean to be taken lightly. He had his fair share of encounters with Batman’s gallery of villains, and was most likely considered one, as far as he knew, but Harley was a first timer for him. He dodged her kick on the last minute, distracted by the mere force and speed that she possessed, dropping on his knees and getting back up with ease. “I see that you’re more than a blow up doll for him, this will be fun”, he smiled, cracking his neck and sprinting towards her,his dagger i hand.
