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Reaper's grin tightened a bit. "Very well. I did find myself in a bit of a tight spot, though I'm sure it was with no one you were thinking of." he replied with a slight smile. "Honestly it really is in my best interest to 'be good' for the time being. I might not be able to do much at the moment, but there's no telling how long that will last. There's someone else out there, and I'm afraid that suit of yours won't even be able to help you against him." he said with a slight grin.

Kara got goosebumps at those words, but her smirk stayed firmly in place. "Well then," she said quietly, "I'll just have to trust that people who are better qualified to deal with this threat will do their best." She turned her attention back to the girl. Normally, she would have asked if she intended to come quietly, as that was what Kal-El always did, but she didn't particularly care what her cousin did right then... As long as he was out of lecturing range. Suddenly, she appeared next to the other girl, the reached out with impossible speed and caught her by the neck. Then, just as she had with Spider-man, she began to press on either side of it, cutting off blood flow to the brain.

"What are you doing?" Spider-man asked. Was she choking her? He couldn't tell from his angle. Great; the one thing that scared him more than a grumpy, god-like entity was an out of control grumpy, god-like entity. He really, really did not want to have to try and hit her.

"Knocking her out," the girl said, her voice frosty as a New York winter. Her tone clearly said that further questions would be a bad idea.

Again Gold Star's eyes widened as the girl appeared beside her, this time more because of the sudden pressure she felt around her neck. She didn't have time to try and counter attack. Her head hurt, her jaw hurt, the girl was impossibly strong and fast. After a few seconds she passed out.

Reaper watched her dissapear, then a smile curled around his face as he glanced back at the Spider. "Never really been one for sports." he replied. "So, I'm curious. Are you related to that muscular double I ran into in New York?" he asked.
Well, he couldn't kill anyone, but that didn't mean he couldn't bother and follow the kid around like a second shadow.

Reaper's grin widened slightly. "So you don't know of anyone else who runs around in the exact same costume? No...relation whatsoever? Well, that's interesting. The man I ran into I wasn't allowed to so much as touch." he said with a small gleam in his eye. "Which means I should be allowed to bother you, right?"


//ooc: wah...g2g....//

(( HOLY HELL!!! I was gone for WAY too long... ))

Joker watched as everyone left, and noted that Gossamer, Rosie, and Scarecrow were the only ones left. Good. One of them, he could trust, another one had a mutual enemy that gave them a common bond, and the third trusted the one that HE trusted. Alright. Time to blow this popsicle stand... after they ate. He wasn't going to interrupt food for murder, at least not right now, not after so much had happened all around him, making him feel all warm and fuzzy. He could tell that Rosie wasn't happy with it all, but she could stay at the warehouse, or maybe at a hotel... No kid sidekicks, though. That was the Bat's signature handicap, and he wasn't that stupid. So why was he going ga-ga over Gossamer? Oh, well, the point was, he was going ga-ga over her, and he liked it. Looking around, Joker watched ALL the food he ordered pile up on the table, chose a plate, and pulled it in front of himself. The spiciest entrees were put in front of Gossamer, just like he had said. The clown looked at the waiter, and drew a gun out and aimed it at the waiter's head, saying, "Just stay right there, please. This jacket is real velvet, and I don't want your blood messing it up when I blow your brains out." He looked at Rosie, and said, "This is the part of the script where you should close your eyes and cover your ears, kiddo. And you as well, little ones," he continued, to no one in particular. In his mind, he asked himself if he was being nice to her for Gossamer's sake, or if he had a soft spot for the kid. He'd figure that out later, after helping Scarecrow. Facing the waiter again, but talking to the rest of the staff, he said, "People, I'm enforcing a new rule. Anyone who I feel is impeding the expedient departure of my remaining friends and myself will be killed on sight. And this begins..." The clown pilled the trigger, and a 'BANG!' flag popped out. "Heh heh... As I was saying, it begins..." He pulled the trigger again, and the flag shot out of the gun, impaling the waiter's skull, killing him instantly, his body falling to the ground in a heap, blood pouring out of the wound, but landing just shy of Joker's shoes, which was just as he had planned it. "...NOW!" He kissed Gossamer's hand, gave Rosie a tap to let her know that it was safe to look again, and began eating like nothing had happened. "Oh, and Crane, I'll help you, but right now, we're on MY timetable. Capish?"