lifebetweenthedeath:

Kori knew, of course, that Jason’s silence was not out of indifference so much as it was the unwillingness to get in the middle of (yet another) lover’s quarrel. Frankly, Kori couldn’t blame him. She and Roy bickered just as often as they didn’t, and it typically didn’t take very long for one of them to try and rope Jason in to their side of the argument. Even if he did tend to take Kori’s stance on most things, it wasn’t Jason’s relationship to be taking sides in. Forcing him to have an opinion at all just wasn’t fair.

When Jay spoke, however, a wry grin pulled at the corners of Kori’s lips. Roy’s yelp only widened the expression; she’d probably scold Jason for having Henri injure him further later, but it was the redhead’s fault they were in this mess in the first place, so he may have been a bit deserving. She’d tuned out the opposition sounding over the comm (men), waiting patiently for the go-ahead from Jason.

As he spoke and loaded his gun simultaneously, the princess’ smile fell. There was a certain aura about the two of them when they fought on their own; without Roy’s easy-going attitude to lighten the situation, reign the two of them in, things tended to get serious quite quickly. There was no room for mercy, for remorse. Jason and Kori were both slightly unhinged in that way: show no weakness, take no survivors. Save the ones in white and paint the rest of the world red.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

A dark expression pulled over her features, balls of pink energy beginning to form around her hands. Starfire’s eyes glowed green as she channeled the firestars’ energy to her palms, hair aflame down her back. She followed him through the skylight, feet connecting with the face of a Triad and knocking him nearly ten feet away before ever hitting the concrete.

He forgot sometimes, just how deadly she was. A blast of energy that vaporized a crook. A screeching thrum that vibrated the air, the cells of the deceased expanding outward as his matter boiled, disintegrated. Jason wasn’t so lucky. 

His death came through training and hard work, not metahuman abilities,. Still, he managed a kill count above Starfire’s. Training kicked in after the first punch was thrown at him.
Right hook. Pivot, kick to the knee. Headbutt, that means a jump backwards, then a flying knee. He’s got a gun. Slash upwards, then slice horizontal. Severed his carotid. Grab the body, absorb the MP5 fire from the guy in the corner. Headshot. Next target.

lifebetweenthedeath:

Dinlo. Idiot.

Of course Roy would go out on his own and get himself shot. Of course. The fact that Kori had thought, even for a moment, that Roy would actually spend an evening in — benched, really — was ridiculous. He’d go out on patrol in a full-body cast just to spite the world.

When she’d gotten his call, annoyingly nonchalant as he informed her that he might’ve gone out on patrol by himself despite orders against it and that maybe he’d gotten a bullet to the side in the process, Kori was so miffed she very well may have shot him herself, if she had the opportunity. Instead, she headed to his location and cauterized his wound (it was a shallow graze, luckily enough, but if it had actually pierced his skin, it could have hit his kidney) before sending the redhead on his way.

She’d deal with him later.

“Its just a flesh wound,” the princess quoted seamlessly, arms crossed over her chest as she looked out over the street from her vantage point.

“That’s my girl,“ the comm buzzed in her ear, and Kori rolled her eyes. She could practically hear the stupid smile on his face, which only caused an exasperated sigh to pass her lips. How she’d managed to fall in love with such an idiot, she’d never know.

Kori continued with a dismissive, “He’ll live.” Her brows furrowed at the mention of Armani’s, the sorry excuse for pizza that Roy constantly insisted on ordering at least once a week. She’d avoid eating it if she could, solely on the basis that she thought the cardboard box it came in had more nutritional value; that, and she had learned to love herself long ago. People who loved themselves didn’t buy five dollar pizza.

The princess heard her best friend’s footsteps behind her, though she didn’t turn to look at him until he was at her side. She cocked her head to the side slightly at his words, a gust of wind catching her bright red hair and causing it to flicker like flames behind her.

“It’s only not gonna be pretty ‘cause I’m not there,” Roy chimed in over the comm. Kori gave Jason a look, one that clearly read, ‘please wire him out.’ “Scratch that. Kor brings enough pretty for all of us. Right, babe?” Her expression, which hadn’t been serious in nature at first, contorted.

“Shut up and eat your cardboard cheese,” Kori shot back, dropping her hands to her sides as she stepped closer to the building’s edge. She looked over her shoulder at Jason and nodded once before dropping off the side of the building. Starfire landed, crouched on the pavement. The vigilante straightened, glancing around quickly before starting in the direction of the warehouse.

He dutifully ignored Kori’s jabs, attempting to remain neutral. When Roy started antagonizing her, however, he had to intervene. 
“Harper. Shut the fuck up. You got shot, Pay the price.” He rolled his eyes, having retracted his lenses around Kori. “Henri. Punch him in the bullet wound.”
The resulting yelp was all the two Outlaws needed.
A high giggle sounded over the line; Dick laughing.
Jason snorted.

He pulled out his shotgun, racking in the explosive rounds. With a chuckle, he nodded at Kori.
“Weapons hot, Star. Let’s burn them all.”
Less than a second later, he was on the ground, carving his way through the mass of gangsters.