Rooftops (Open RP)
Deathstroke had heard Batman come down onto the Gargoyle. Enhanced senses made it so he could hear the moths circling the streetlight below. He simply chose not to say anything about it because, for the moment, he had no quarrel with the Dark Knight. There would be no exchange of fists tonight, not on a night when there were no desperate mob bosses scrambling for power. He wanted to keep himself in top shape tonight.
“Studying.” He said flatly. “I’ve memorized the ins and outs of just about every major city you people are a part of, yet Gotham still continues to elude me.” He turned his head, allowing his one eye to see the cloaked man’s profile. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to make me pay you back for what I did to the Batwing.”
“She’s a difficult city to learn,” Batman agreed. The wind at that height tugged at his cape. Standing straight up required a lot of balance and a lot of strength. Both Batman had, but, he didn’t want to give anyone an undeserved opening with-which to strike out at. ” … You’d’ve had to have lived here all your life to understand it. Even the way its broken up, divided by way of streets and train-stations … you’d never know we’re giving Chicago and New York a run for their money … “
He stayed crouched, thinking for a moment.
” … I keep all debts owed to me in confidence,” he said, finally. “One of the few lessons I learned from my father, before his passing, is that money, by and large, is meaningless. When a debt is owed, one would rather that favors rendered than something as trivial as pieces of paper with inflated values behind them. In short: I won’t call you on it until I need to. We’re both men of at least some form of higher learning. We can work something out … “
Batman quieted and thought about ho to breech the next topic he had in mind.
” … Spending a lot of time in the Narrows, I’ve noticed.”
It was strange, honestly, the Terminator and the Bat conversing like this. But truth be told, it was not at all surprising. Despite constantly being at odds with each other, there were often times when the two of them worked together and worked well together. They both had a genuine appreciation for each other, despite their differing tastes in both career and codes regarding death. “It’s the only city I’ve ever seen that grows damn near overnight. That’s something San Francisco or Star City certainly can’t do.” He said, reminiscing on the amount of time he’d spent in those locales chasing down the Titans and Green Arrow.
That last question burned deep down inside. Slade was honestly blindsided by the fact that Batman had known about his frequent trips to the Narrows. “What I do there is strictly business. And none of that business is yours.”
Rooftops (Open RP)
Gotham was a city that thrived at night. Whether costumed, desperate, or just lonely, the denizens of the city always made it a point to keep the night life interesting. This was why Deathstroke the Terminator was a nocturnal creature. Old Wayne Tower proved to be the perfect lookout spot, setting his gear up in the empty observation deck. Once prepared, he climbed his way down the side of the building and onto the thirteenth gargoyle near the middle of the tower. His enhanced senses allowed him to see the streets and their people unaided.
He watched as prostitutes propositioned businessmen for money, junkies got their fix in alleyways, and desperate kids got off the bus, looking for a fresh start. It was almost sad in a way.
Gotham was a city that grew at night. Perhaps in the daytime, it was tolerable. Just another sprawling acropolis with its shopping districts and back-alleys mere blocks away from each other. By daytime, the illusion was easy to believe, the thin veneer not so transparent. Come nightfall, Gotham became a perverse nightmare of dark shadows, twisting spires and nightmarish towers. That thin veneer was torn away, and Gotham became twice the size it was during the daytime, perhaps more.
And Gotham’s people, also, grew at night. The curtain of stars did not illuminate the social paraiah of Gotham. It was a cape and a cloak. It hid them, kept them safe from harm, for those that didn’t feel secure traveling during the day, but it also allowed ample cover for those with less than pure intentions.
No one came to Gotham, at least, no one who had been there before, and felt comfortable. It just was not a place one could ever feel safe. Not even the Justice League liked Gotham. It was too much of a dark mirror, a cold possibility. No, Green Arrow scurried back to Star City, and Flash zipped back to Central City, and even the mighty Superman made a bee-line back to glittering Metropolis.
So, imagine Batman’s surprise when he had company, on that rooftop.
” … You don’t strike me as a tourist,” he said, growling from where he was perched as the sixteenth gargoyle on that ledge. He turned his head, barely, to look at Deathstroke. “Looking for something … ?”
Deathstroke had heard Batman come down onto the Gargoyle. Enhanced senses made it so he could hear the moths circling the streetlight below. He simply chose not to say anything about it because, for the moment, he had no quarrel with the Dark Knight. There would be no exchange of fists tonight, not on a night when there were no desperate mob bosses scrambling for power. He wanted to keep himself in top shape tonight.
“Studying.” He said flatly. “I’ve memorized the ins and outs of just about every major city you people are a part of, yet Gotham still continues to elude me.” He turned his head, allowing his one eye to see the cloaked man’s profile. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to make me pay you back for what I did to the Batwing.”
Rooftops (Open RP)
Gotham was a city that thrived at night. Whether costumed, desperate, or just lonely, the denizens of the city always made it a point to keep the night life interesting. This was why Deathstroke the Terminator was a nocturnal creature. Old Wayne Tower proved to be the perfect lookout spot, setting his gear up in the empty observation deck. Once prepared, he climbed his way down the side of the building and onto the thirteenth gargoyle near the middle of the tower. His enhanced senses allowed him to see the streets and their people unaided.
He watched as prostitutes propositioned businessmen for money, junkies got their fix in alleyways, and desperate kids got off the bus, looking for a fresh start. It was almost sad in a way.
titansinmycrosshairs replied to your post: I will never search for myself online ever again….
I’ve given up on googling myself a long time ago. The things I find are just horrifying. Also, the thought of that damn bird as our child makes me want to stab out my other eye.It turns it into a bit of an Oedipus situation for me if Jason were my son. Rather awkward. I don’t think I will allow my curiosity to rule me further.
It’s best if you just leave it before it gets too bad. It’s bad enough when I see the things people write about my daughter.
“… Are you looking to lose a hand today, Wilson?”
“You think I’d bother wasting a bullet on you, Blake? You know damn well I didn’t kill your lions.”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you’re here, and I still despise you.”
“No matter how high and mighty you make yourself out to be, you’re still the joke that got his ass handed to him by Green Arrow in my eyes.”
“Big talk coming from the guy who took an arrow to the eye socket.” Blake said bluntly.
Slade scowled deeply. Blake did nothing but piss him off. “Arrow got his. Just like you’ll get yours if you keep it up.”
“Your threats don’t mean anything to me, Wilson. You’re a glorified soldier with an itchy trigger finger.” Blake said with a shrug.
“And you’re a sorry excuse for a so called supervillain who thinks a spiritual journey makes you somewhat legitimate.”
“I’m not a supervillain, Wilson. I just go after anyone who gets in my way. Choosing a side is pointless in the long run. Both are faulty.”
“The single thing we can agree on, Blake. Just stay out of my way, and tell Lawton he lost whether he wants to admit it or not.”
“… Are you looking to lose a hand today, Wilson?”
“You think I’d bother wasting a bullet on you, Blake? You know damn well I didn’t kill your lions.”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you’re here, and I still despise you.”
“No matter how high and mighty you make yourself out to be, you’re still the joke that got his ass handed to him by Green Arrow in my eyes.”
“Big talk coming from the guy who took an arrow to the eye socket.” Blake said bluntly.
Slade scowled deeply. Blake did nothing but piss him off. “Arrow got his. Just like you’ll get yours if you keep it up.”
“Your threats don’t mean anything to me, Wilson. You’re a glorified soldier with an itchy trigger finger.” Blake said with a shrug.
“And you’re a sorry excuse for a so called supervillain who thinks a spiritual journey makes you somewhat legitimate.”
“… Are you looking to lose a hand today, Wilson?”
“You think I’d bother wasting a bullet on you, Blake? You know damn well I didn’t kill your lions.”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you’re here, and I still despise you.”
“No matter how high and mighty you make yourself out to be, you’re still the joke that got his ass handed to him by Green Arrow in my eyes.”
“Big talk coming from the guy who took an arrow to the eye socket.” Blake said bluntly.
Slade scowled deeply. Blake did nothing but piss him off. “Arrow got his. Just like you’ll get yours if you keep it up.”
“… Are you looking to lose a hand today, Wilson?”
“You think I’d bother wasting a bullet on you, Blake? You know damn well I didn’t kill your lions.”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you’re here, and I still despise you.”
“No matter how high and mighty you make yourself out to be, you’re still the joke that got his ass handed to him by Green Arrow in my eyes.”
“… Are you looking to lose a hand today, Wilson?”
“You think I’d bother wasting a bullet on you, Blake? You know damn well I didn’t kill your lions.”
titansinmycrosshairs started following you
….What do you want?
The same thing I always want, Grayson. To keep my eye on you and make damn sure you and your little group don’t cause anymore grief than they already have.
But you should know by now Deathstroke that causing you grief is one of our favorite passtimes. I don’t think we’re willing to give up our fun just because you don’t like it.
And it’s that attitude that keeps you in my crosshairs, Grayson. Be lucky I haven’t killed you yet.
