Jason sat up in Angelica's bed. He squinted and rubbed his eyes as the sunlight poured into the room. As his hands left his face, he couldn't help but smile at the beautiful redhead bringing him breakfast in bed. Letting the covers sit at his waist, he slid so that his back was against the bed frame.
As he heard her speak of his shoulder, he couldn't help but look at where he had been bandaged. He moved his arm around to test if any pain shows up. "I think my shoulder is fine. Just gotta make sure I don't get punched or hit there again. Hehe.."
He got out of the bed and quickly slipped on his black pants back over his boxers, speedily buckling his belt. His training with Bruce basically made it muscle memory to get dressed quickly. Reaching for his shirt, he looked where he was shot with energy the night before and noticed a large area where the cotton was burnt. Frowning a little, he spoke, "I need to wear something more armored next time. Otherwise Gotham's gonna ruin all my favorite shirts..
Firestar
Perfect, thank you. Understanding this RP was started quite a while ago, you don't necessarily need to continue it with me, I mean we can make our characters split up and meet back later if you wanna use Firestar for other things. I'm fine with either choice.
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 6:39 am
innocent little Rosie
((Sorry this took so long!))
"So you're telling me this is gonna have that one dumb mob boss more in the picture?"
About time if you ask me.
"Great, MORE on my plate!"
On the streets of Gotham, an unmarked black Mercedes Benz was seen driving down the road. Inside were five men. One on each window seat, one in the shotgun seat, one driving and one in the middle. Razolli and his men, the most feared mobsters on the east coast and the "Scourges of the Deep South" were on the move, but to where?!
"Ricky, take this left up ahead. I think that's where the Iceberg Lounge is!" Razolli growled as Rick put the turn signal on. The mobster checked his watch. LATE. He hated being late!
Angelica smirked as Jason as they both sat and ate the corned beef and eggs. While eating the hot breakfast, the redhead took a sip of orange juice, "So Jason, what are we going to try and do next? Since we didn't get anything from Wayne Manor, I just don't know what we can do. I know the car you were after is probably up in smoke now. And on top of that, you have any idea who those guys were with the crazy telepath?"
Cold Doubt
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 10:34 am
Jason's face turned a bit solemn at Firestar's question. "The man in red with the eyepatch was Matthew Callahan, also goes by the name Threshold." Jason took a bite of his breakfast.
"Back in my universe, I know Batman caught wind of this 'Gen 13' experiment on Earth-50 and studied up on everyone he could find, which included this guy... All I really knew about him was what he looked like, what his powers are, and what he likes to do with those powers.."
Firestar sat with her new love and listened to him, as he had told her about International Operations. As Jason gave her an overview of the organization, Angelica just seemed to blanch as she learned more and more about the shadowy group, "My God... I know you still have a rift with your mentor, but ... do you think anything happened to him? This I.O. was actually attacking Wayne Manor, when we got there. And... what do you want to do now?"
Cold Doubt
Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 12:45 pm
~< Jason "Joker" Todd >~
" "Laugh its funny, if you don't laugh I'll just force you."
A portal opened up in Gotham's Crime Alley and from it's depths came a costumed clown. He ruffled his dirty and wet locks as he licked his lips. He had a combat knife in a holster on his side. He also was holding a glock in his hand. He used his free hand to wipe his hair. Jason Todd had been killed by Jack Napier and when he'd been revived, successfully gained revenge. However, the Joker had psychologically scarred him for life. Now there was a new Joker in Gotham; one that was stronger than Jack Napier ever could be. He was an agent of chaos and looked to cause some trouble. He hid his gun and walked down the sidewalk. A few thugs and drug dealers laughed at him, they didn't think he was a serious threat. He came upon one who pushed at him. He smiled a bright smile as he shook the thugs hand; shocking them to death. He laughed at that, the smoking body of his first victim. Gun shots were fired as they tried to pin the freak, but he was the better marksman, shooting head after head as he ran to dodge. He went in closer as the gunfire died down. He found a dirty rusted pipe on the ground near the only survivor. He grabbed for it, but Jason stomped on his hand, breaking it. He picked the pipe up and leaned in close."Swing low, swing low sweet chariot, coming forth to carry me home,"As he sang he began to beat the thugs head in with the metal and laugh, remembering that dark night that took him into the transformation of insanity he now knew as his life,"Coming forth to carry me home~!"He finished beating the male to death and walked away with their wallet money. He ended up in a gas station, a couple minutes and some flashing in the window with gun shots and he was outside by the pumps. He took out a cigarette and lit it, moving from the gas station as it went up in flames. A snicker came from him which grew into a wicked laughter,"Now all I need to do is find me some entertainment, but hey it's still Gotham; even if it's not the Gotham I know. This could be fun."
"Oooh that was a tad overboard, aw what the hell I'll laugh anyway."
Peter had lost the insectoid who he'd been conversing with. He traveled Gotham's streets via his webs. He couldn't but believe the crime in the city. There were drug dealers on every block. He cleaned up a bit but avoided GCPD forces. He didn't want to cause any more trouble than what was worth. All means of communications seemed void. He sighed with a heavy heart, accepting the city as his own responsibility. He kept encasing bad guys in his sticky webs and leaving them for the cops. He had no idea where to go, but he fought crime bravely. Even the most wicked of thugs found failed attempts at gunning him down. He rested upside down, on a gargoyle statue.
Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 10:58 pm
Swamp-Surfer
innocent little Rosie
((Sorry this took so long!))
"So you're telling me this is gonna have that one dumb mob boss more in the picture?"
About time if you ask me.
"Great, MORE on my plate!"
On the streets of Gotham, an unmarked black Mercedes Benz was seen driving down the road. Inside were five men. One on each window seat, one in the shotgun seat, one driving and one in the middle. Razolli and his men, the most feared mobsters on the east coast and the "Scourges of the Deep South" were on the move, but to where?!
"Ricky, take this left up ahead. I think that's where the Iceberg Lounge is!" Razolli growled as Rick put the turn signal on. The mobster checked his watch. LATE. He hated being late!
Outside the Lounge stood a woman with long brown hair pulled up into a bun. She gently pressed her thick black glasses onto her nose farther as her gray eyes scanned the streets. After a moment, she looked down at her watch, then back up at the street.
Late... Whoever this 'Razolli' was she was supposed to meet, he didn't seem to care to be on time. Though she had been told he was some mob boss, so it was likely he just didn't care. Used to showing up whenever he wants.
Doctor Gray sighed lightly and looked back at the doors to the Lounge. Perhaps she should just wait inside now. It would be far warmer in there.
Flying through the night sky was easy enough -- but trying to quell the fiery nimbus to keep her from not being so obvious was blowing her concentration. Firestar was able to keep her fiery sheath from emerging, but now the redhead mutant felt the chill in the air, and she had to slow down. However, she didn't want half of Gotham to know where she was meeting with her new lover. Also, Angelica didn't want to arrive as her rendezvous with Red Hood as a popsicle.
Finally, Firestar found the roof that Jason told her about. It was an abandoned factory that the girl didn't know anything about; she just knew the address. Touching down near the center stack, Firestar breathed a sigh of relief and let her powers warm herself up again. Now she waited for Jason to show up to find out what was in the police report about the I.O. assault on Wayne Manor.
Cold Doubt
Remember, no body of Threshold would have been found...
Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 1:17 am
Jason was leaning up against the base of the center stack, hiding in the darker, unlit areas. Despite his rift with the Bat-Family, he still held onto their techniques and strategies. When Firestar Landed roughly 15 feet in front of him, he stepped out into the open light.
"You're gonna have to find a way to get used to the cold here, Angel." Jason spoke, breaking the silence. "Winters in Gotham are cold and windy, and you're a walking oven.
He pulled a large orange envelope out of his jacket with a big 'CLASSIFIED' stamped across it. "Get a load of this" Jason said as he handed the report to his partner.
As Firestar would open and view the report, near the center of the page are a list of names belonging to the bodies found at the scene.
"Our names aren't linked to anything that happened at Wayne Manor." Jason reassured, walking over to the edge of the building, looking over his city. He placed one boot on the edge of the building and leaned forward, resting his arm on his knee.
Firestar, now a little warmer from her glowing nimbus up, scanned the police file. Green eyes widened, "Wow, a lot of I.O. guys that were already .... dead. Yup, that sounds like typical government cover-up. Huh... I guess the police are still trying to locate Bruce Wayne and his butler. There are notes here from .... oh, that slug Bullock ... he thinks that Wayne had company. Breakfast settings for five -- partially eaten. No signs of Wayne or his guests at the scene..."
Firestar looks up at Jason who was looking across the city skyline, "So... Calahan fools us with his mental abilities, and makes off with ... Jason, I'm so sorry."
Cold Doubt
Semester's done! Yay!
Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 5:19 pm
Jason looked back over his shoulder, watching Firestar out of the corner of his eye. "What do you know about this 'I.O.?' Who the hell are they?"
Jason had a small hint of anger in his voice, and he was doing his best not to have it pointed at Angelica. He was only upset by the fact that the b*****d Threshold is walking the earth when he shouldn't be. Even with the irony, Jason still wanted to find out everything he can about Callahan and his team.
He remained motionless, awaiting an answer from Firestar.
"I.O. ... Yeah, I heard something about them recently," Firestar started while wincing from the brusqueness from Jason. Considering what happened, Angelica really couldn't blame him. Then a thought occurred to the fiery mutant, when she snapped her fingers, "That blowhard Bullock told me. That I.O. was using special assassins to go after Titans. Quite a few Titans died.... Anyway, he did tell me two of those assassins are now being held in Blackgate. What stood out was that no one knows who they actually are. It was like their pasts were completely non-existent."
Firestar dug into the manila folder looking for the reports on the pair of assassins in custody. Sorting both files to the front so Jason can see the photos and reports on the assassins only known as 'The Professor' and 'Castel'. "If you can get into Blackgate, we might be able to get a lead from these two. It might get difficult. The authorities went several rounds with these guys, and got nothing. It notes there several prisoners attacked them.... and the assassins survived."
In the report, three prisoners died. The most recent was one attacking 'The Professor', and the assassin took the shiv from the inmate's hand -- and drove it through the prisoner's eye.
Cold Doubt
Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 12:52 pm
Jason's eyes squinted underneath his helmet. Letting the new mission before him take hold of his focus. "Angel, how skilled are you at interrogation?" he said, looking back to the city before him.
He wasn't much on words tonight. He was ready to get this job done when they were leaving Wayne Manor. And yet, here they were. This Threshold just won't stay down../
