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"I get that, Warren, but there's no switch I can turn off for this. It's who I am naturally." Mister Charisma, Scott never was. But it's hard for Scott to be anything but uptight when he knows he can kill someone if he just looks at them wrong. It's downright impossible to relax with that attitude.

"Getting invited to more parties isn't exactly on the top of my priority list." No, it never could be. He was always a man on a mission, even when it seems like there was no mission for him to be on. Once an X-Man, always an X-Man, he supposes.

"I'll try and keep it under advisement."

❝You know what I meant, there's no need to be so-- stern, gruff, the usual. Not like the occasion calls for it, anyway. ❞ Uptight, too uptight, he could barely stomach the attitude, but for obvious reasons, couldn't be too against it himself. A hand reached out to Scott's shoulder. ❝No need for it, a more casual approach would do you some good. And get you invited to more parties. ❞ If everyone was as stern as him, the place would be much more insufferable than it is now, less lively. Was it his place to judge? Most likely not, but that wouldn't stop him. ❝Listen to me once in a while, that's all I'm saying. ❞

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Jason used to be a smoker when he was a kid.  When he had his first cigarette after coming back to life, he had a flashback to his death and suffocated in the smoke.  He went cold turkey and quit after.  He's been clean since.

Inhaling smoke in general brings flashbacks to his death.  Mitigating that factor is a part of the reason why Jason's gear as Batman includes a filter in his mask.

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"At least one of us finds this funny." It's not Cat's fault. Damian, much like his father, is devoid of a sense of humor. Whereas his father had lost his after an unimaginable tragedy, it is likely that Damian never really had the chance to develop his own sense of humor. After all, there was no room for a life of humor within the League of Assassins. Hence, the grimace when Cat tries manifesting the idea of Damian being her lacky instead of the other way around.

As soon as he hears the startling pop of the gun, Robin reaches right for his utility belt and pulls out a set of batarangs. Wordlessly, he fashions them between his knuckles in the shape of claws. Perfect for both close-range and long-range encounters.

"Someone gave out an anonymous tip and I was in the neighborhood. Simple as that." Which could mean a number of things, but the most likely notions are that someone was supposed to be an unknowing hook on a worm. There's just the question of who is supposed to be the fish and who is supposed to be the worm.

"Do you know how to use that knife?" Robin asks, somewhat indignantly and somewhat incredulously.

       “THE IRONY’S KIND OF FUNNY.”  slow admittance, wondering if he would find it as enjoyable as she did.  even if her fate dangled from a thin thread on the edge of snapping, the whole ordeal did suddenly bring about a sense of MIRTH.  “y’know the whole… cats normally hunt birds.  an’ here the cat is leading the robin around like some lackey.”  that was far from appropriate word, but when the moment came to speak, her thesaurus fell short.  the scrawny girl would never stand before anyone and declare she held any mastery of eloquence.

            cat kicked at a rock, pulling the package closer.  the contents weren’t worth her life in the end, but it was awkward and bulky.  she really ought to demand more discrete packaging.  though as the thought f l u t t e r e d through her head, steps began to slow.  attention flickered upward, heart ceasing its rapid beating as breath was trapped in her lungs, focusing.

                    “fuck… this is definitely a trap.  m’such a fucking dumbass-” muttered words, trying to pull back, but loud pop rang out, rattling her mind.  cat didn’t even bother to check for if it was a gun or some other weapon, she flung gripped container to the ground and sought cover.  “i swear i didn’t know.  and i can’t even begin t’explain how they knew.”

         knife was pulled into her grasp, holding it close.  but things were getting loud, so wise decision was made not to pop out like a mole in an arcade game to get taken out.  “did you find some STUPID obvious clue or something that led y’to me?”

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"I'm not the same kid from your memory. Well, now I can fend for myself."

- "Ignorance" sung by Paramore

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How good are your X-Men muses at Relating To Da Youth? Interacting with the young mutants in the school, being Hip With The Kidz?

All three of them are good at interacting with the teens in the school, albeit with the caveat that Logan is the only one who even kind of knows how to be hip with the kids.

For Scott, relating is easy because he's been in a similar space to them. Of all my X-Men muses, he was the only one who was an actual student at the Institute. Half of the experiences they're going through are probably experiences he went through, so he's able to connect there.

Logan has trouble connecting with the kids on a collective level, but manages well on an individual level, as seen by how each new generation of X-Men have at least one teenage member whom Logan has personally taken under his wing.

Erik has a little more difficulty with this, but he manages to find his footing through empathy. He connects through his own experiences and gives the other kids an avenue to do the same.

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(Pippa/Logan) With her tentacles, she easily lifts the young staffie to present to Logan, that mix of hippo and seal that she chose to be her therapy dog. "Can I call him Bub?" She asks. "I picked it up from you and I think it's just wonderful. Doesn't he look like a Bub to you?"

Logan just looks at the dog. His expression is blank, almost as if he hadn't heard Pippa. In truth, Logan is sensing the Staffie. Communicating without talking, getting a feel for dog's vibes.

"It's your dog, call him what you want." Logan directs his gaze towards Pippa, before returning his attention to the dog.

"Dog seems to be okay with it."

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Mk IV bandwagon time \o/

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Despite Damian's brief tenure as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, he has no true interest in following Bruce's footsteps into that role.

He enjoyed the smug I told you so's and reminding people that he's the reason the company was saved, but beyond that he found business to be a dreadfully boring occupation, and that the shareholders were worse than most of the rogues gallery he and his father faced.

Damian's professional future most likely lies in art. He likes it more.

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There really was no reason to stay here. The mission ahad been accomplished. The kill had been made. There were other scumbags on his list. Other people who Jason had made a point to kill off. He hadn't gone through all the work of recon over the last few weeks for nothing, had he? Except, Nightwing was still here. And his temper is still here, too. The temper wins out, as it always does, and Jason decides that it's more important to get in a brawl.

Jason doesn't bother with lying to himself. He doesn't call Dick some kind of loose end that needs to be tied up or a problem that needs to be solved now. Jason is confident enough in his own secrecy and his own skills that he's reasonably sure he won't be caught or found out anytime soon. No, the beating was about sending a message to Bruce. It was about showing him that he shouldn't have abandoned his other son. Yet another motion in the proxy war between a father and a son mourning what could have been yet too bull-headed to say anything. No room for words. Only violence.

Death is a constant in Jason's life. Even before his own death, he had grown used to it. He was a child of Crime Alley. He never had a chance. Death was part of the norm for him. End of story. His resurrection only makes death an even stronger fixture of his life. Jason finds it impossible to exist without remembering that he had died once. That a part of him had never come back from the grave. Death followed him at all times. But the deaths of others, especially scumbags, pale in comparison to Jason's memories of his own demise.

The assault hits him harder than he had expected. Jason is sure he can hear the faceplate of his cowl crack a little after the impact of a punch. He ignores it for now, and continues on with his own attack. He doesn't even notice the way his movements change. Earlier in the fight, Jason had been relying on mass and technique. There was no point to not use it, so he might as well. But now, fighting Nightwing, Jason finds himself leaning more into agility. He doesn't notice that he's started moving like he was Robin again.

Dick isn't quick enough; the third bullet makes its way to the criminal's neck. Now, Nightwing has another decision to make. He could attempt to stop the bleeding, or Dick could continue his fight with Bats and not save the dying man behind him. He needs to think quickly; the shot was well placed despite Dick throwing off his aim. The shot could have easily become a clear headshot had Dick not attacked when he did.

He continues his assault on the fake Batman; there's not enough time to continue this dance. Dick dodges a heavy hit from Bats; he turns on his heel and makes his way back to the criminal. If he's lucky, the other man will consider this a win and leave. There's no reason for Batman to believe Dick can save this man; it would be so easy for him to turn away and fade into the night. Batman shouldn't see Nightwing as a threat; there should be no reason the man would stay.

Assuming Batman does see Dick as a threat, Nightwing is always ready to defend himself. Batman can't sneak up on him without Nightwing calculating his steps. Even if Nightwing doesn't know this Batman's moves by heart, he can still listen and adjust depending on what happens. Dick really wanted to call this man anything other than Batman. This all could have gone so much smoother had this Bat stayed away.

Dick fell beside the dying man and placed pressure on his wound. He positioned himself to keep the more vital parts of the man hidden away from the brutal Batman. Time seeped through his fingers as he pulled out some of his gauze to use on the criminal. Dick hates using his personal stash on criminals, but right now, he doesn't have a choice. The way the man choked scratched against Dick's ears. The way the man looked at Nightwing frantically as he tried to focus, Dick pushed down his empathy to keep himself professional. Watching a man die never gets any easier.

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Logan's bookshelf is filled with hundreds of journals he's written in, each one cataloguing his life.

Logan has no intention of seeing this be published. He'd sooner burn them then publish them. Their purpose is entirely personal:

Logan has these journals written so that in case his memories are ever compromised again, in case he forgets who he is again, he has a way back.

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"He's dead, where I'm from." A rare display of hurt flashes across her face for a second, but she does her best to hide it. "He's dead at home, but he's not dead here. And I... I want to know what I should do about it. That connection."

"They have Facebook or match websites back home? I'd say meet up for a platonic hangout and after, well, whatever you do together, slide the secret in as casually as possible. Can't be earth-shattering." And he might know what is by comparison.

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                 here’s to being  h u m an                           (  all the pain and suffering  )                                   there’s beauty in the bleeding                                                  (  at least you feel something  )

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Back when Frost was in the fight club, Frost spent part of her first earnings on a nice bomber jacket. She kept it with her, even after she joined the Lin Kuei and even after she joined the Cyber Initiative.

When she's alone, she'll throw the jacket on for old time's sake. She'd never tell anyone though.

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Jason hates this. He hates that even two different versions of Bruce and the Joker have this power over him. For better, and certainly for worse, they've become permanent fixtures of his life. It almost feels like what happens to them happens to him to.

"Did anyone ever find a body?" That was one of the first rules of the trade Jason learned. That no one is really dead unless a body is found. That long of an absence would almost be convincing for Jason, and he supposes that it is good enough for a version of him, but it isn't good enough for Jason. He spent years lying in wait before making the first acts in his declaration of war. He's sure that the Joker can be just as, if not more patient.

Jason rests a finger on the faceplate of his helmet, where his chin would be. He hates to admit it, but if anyone could do it successfully, then it would be Ra's. He'd never say this out loud, of course, and even if he says it to himself, he'd never say it to anyone, but deep down, he knows that Ra's is the only member of Bruce's rogues gallery that could do him in, when all was said and done. "They're both still alive, here." He states plainly, like fact. "B is... well, you can look up in the sky and see that signal. Joker is too, even though he shouldn't be."

Okay he was asked something. He could talk. Tim swallowed again, still too dry and he finished his water earlier so he could really fix that.

"Honestly? No one's sure." Except, Tim's pretty sure he knows what happened. He just refuses to think about it too hard. "Took the city a few months to realise that no one had heard a peep from the monster. I think we hit the six month mark before we realised he wasn't coming back. There were street wide parties and everything and now, people just... don't talk about him. I think that was right after you died too so I never had to deal with him."

His gaze lowered, fingers tap tap tapping again against his leg as he spoke much more quietly. "As for B... he died a couple months ago now... public story is that there was a catastrophic gas leak which blew up the Manor while he was sleeping." Anogher breath. Force himself to tall around the grief still lodged in his throat. "Ra's attacked him in the Cave. So Batman... blew the place up. Cave and Manor. Took himself and Ra's out and then we all got the Code Black video... you and Batgirl were working, Nightwing was in Bludhaven and I was across the country with my team for the weekend. I got Superboy to bring me back as soon as I got it."

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here's to us

for all the bullshit we've been through

for everything we've survived

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