Me, on a date: So… who do you think should play Jason Todd in the DCCU?
Them: Oooh! Jensen Ackles! He did the voice in the Red Hood movie, so-
Me, shoving breadsticks into my utility belt: I have to go. Like, right now. *jumps out window*
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just as every cop is a criminal
and all the sinners saints
as heads is tails, just call me lucifer
‘cause i’m in need of some restraint
Warriors! | Red Hood and Starfire | Flashback
lifebetweenthedeath:
It was easy for the woman to forget how miraculous her gifts were, that not all people were allotted the same abilities. She forgot Jason wasn’t like her most — though he had no clear meta-human abilities, he was so gifted. He fought with such grace, such precision, it only seemed right to think they were a product of more than just training.
She never really saw his orders as intrusions to what she was doing, nor did she feel as though Jason was above her for telling her what to do. Kori trusted his judgement — relied on it, even. To say that she didn’t value it, wouldn’t listen because she thought taking suggestions was beneath her, was ridiculous. That wasn’t to say she didn’t think for herself but, in their current situation, it definitely kept her from hesitating.
As the dust began to settle, Kori’s eyes raised to the ceiling. She couldn’t see much from their current angle but, seeing as she was essentially a walking light when suited up, the princess figured she’d be able to map things out once she was at eye level.
“Visibility isn’t great, but I’ll make do. Ladies first, yes?”
Starfire didn’t wait for an answer, simply angled her palms toward the ground and cast a blast toward it, sending her vaulting through the air. As she landed on the mezzanine, a couple of thugs started toward her. With no secondary thought, she blasted two of them into nonexistence, leaving the third to continue toward her. Her elbow connected with his collarbone, forcing him to his knees before she wrapped her palm around his neck, heat burning through his skin.
He didn’t have to watch her to know what was happening. Twin beams of pink energy circled her, destroying anything in their way. Setting that aside, he turned his attention back to the half dozen men in front of him. They were cautious, wary of the fate that had fallen their cohorts. They had seen Jason with a shotgun and a knife; this time, he pulled out his P30L. Raising the pistol, he dropped two men at fifteen feet, then pivoted to stop a third from flanking. That left three, two of whom were armed. One charged, and Jason lunged forward. A kick to the knee, then a single bullet in his temple. Spin, aim, trigger. Right between the eyes. The last man was panicking, holding an AK of some sort. He managed to get off seven shots before Jason broke his femur.
He turned to look for Starfire, hoping she’d eliminated the last of the thugs. Jason was tired, and there was much more to do before he could go home. Dismantling the firearms that had been dropped, collecting the ammunition, and removing the cash they left behind was going to be a chore. He didn’t like to leave such things behind; the cash, he’d dump into a charity box on his way home. The guns would be left where they fell, albeit useless. Jason was fond of removing the firing pins, but stripping the receivers off worked too. Anything to keep them from being useful later on. The ammunition was just a quirk he’d picked up with the League. Never knew when you’d need more shots.
Roy echoed over his comm. “Hey, tough guy. There’s a semitruck pulling up. Looks like reinforcements. The trailer is full.” “Great. Star? You ready for round two?”
Jason grabbed a grenade from a dead Triad member, and pulled the pin.
“I sure as fuck am.”
Jason wasn’t much for casual conversation. Everything he said meant something or another, layers of meaning stacked up one on top of the other. He reminded Dick of Bruce, in that way, except Jason was more prone to humoring Dick’s antics with teasing remarks. He did so now, which made Dick stop in his tracks, his plight up the mantle hindered by momentary hesitation.
Grinning, he pulled himself up the rest of the way, perching there like a bird set to take off, waiting for someone to notice him. He was a teenager, yes, but that didn’t mean he’d lost his childhood spirit. In fact, he rather liked imagining he was eight again, the whole of Gotham his big top tent.
”I found a ring dagger,” he said in answer to his brother’s over-the-shoulder throwaway comment. He hadn’t even turned to look back at him. Tch. The dagger was promptly thrown at the vigilante’s head.
Part of adopting a hyperactive assassin in training-not to mention being a superhero-was observing the world around you. Being hyperaware of your surroundings. Noticing, for example, that Dick had thrown a blade at him, and knocking it out of the air with the cast iron skillet, without spilling the eggs now cooking.
“Come on, dickhead. Breakfast is ready. If you want pancakes, cook em yourself. Batter is in the fridge.”
He dumped hash browns and eggs onto a plate, then set four strips of bacon on top. Two slices of toast covered that, and he slid the plate across the counter.
“Eat up. I’m taking Alex a plate.”
Just as he turned to take the tray in, he saw Arielle. Her hair was in a towel, and she was dressed only in Jay’s button down from the night before. He shot Dick a glance, watching as he scrambled down off the fireplace.
“Good morning.”
Her eyes brightened at the food, and she kissed him on the cheek as she took the tray from him.
“Sorry, I used your shower. You realize that you could fit like, ten people in there, right? You have six showerheads! Holy shit” She looked down, slightly embarrassed. “I mean, it’s nice, don’t get me wrong.” Taking a deep breath, she sat down with her tray, grabbing a piece of bacon off the top. “So tell me, Handsome, what exactly do you do again? I seem to have a bit of a blank spot from last night.”
Jason smiled, then sat down as well. “I run a security company. Government contracts, R&D, etc. By the way, this is my little brother, Richard. He’ll grown on you.”
Alaska looked startled, then composed herself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there! Hi! I’m Olivia. It’s nice to meet you!”
Jason locked eyes with Dick, daring him to make a comment about getting her name wrong.
and all of this will never be the same again 