The Grey Ghost is exactly how you remember it smoky, dusty, and smelly slightly of barf and blood. The old light brown cheap wooden floors are faded and discolored in a huge blotches, from fist fights and poorly thought out binges that were hastily, constantly, and clumsily wipped clean. The barflys and regulars are pigs lining up for their daily slop, jugging down beer after beer no matter how much they spill on themselves or drunk they get. The bar looks like one of those christian hell houses used to scare kids straight. Basically your kind of place.

You don’t have time to get wrapped up in nostalgia or with old friends. You’re looking for Edward Nigma, the biggest information broker in Gotham and one of the few super villians in Gotham your not in good graces with. Maybe it’s because on the Joker’s orders, you had a habit of stealing bombs he mad, breaking his thumbs when he wouldn’t disclose information on his clients for the Joker, or the time you and Joker stole his car and had sex in his backseat.

>A,) Hit up “Big” Ben the barkeep

>B.) Hit up a few henchmen to see if The Riddler is hiring or planning something.

>C.) Hit the payphones and call Ivy, maybe she could help

>>1683537
>>A,) Hit up “Big” Ben the barkeep

>>1683537
>A,) Hit up “Big” Ben the barkeep

>>1683537
>A,) Hit up “Big” Ben the barkeep

>>1683537
>A,) Hit up “Big” Ben the barkeep

“Heya Benny” You say, slumping down on a bar stool and grabbing it’s side before you go spinning around on it, giggling at how the motion blurs your vision and makes the bar into a surrealist painting. As you come to a stop Big Ben isn’t looking at you and if you are going to go by your gut, you don’t think he’s too amused.

“Ah, what’s wrong Ben?” You ask, being sure to add little sugar to you’re pout.

“Quinn you might have gotten out of Arkham free, but you got a price on your head. I don’t want any caped maniacs coming in her shooting my bar” “Big” Ben says gruffly in a high tone. “Big” Ben lived up to his nickname, man was a giant and big everywhere. Big muscles arms, big head that looked like it belonged on a bobblehead, big fat belly that would have forced him to shop in a big and tall store even if his height already didn’t. “Get lost”

>A.) Sure can you tell me if Nigma is in town?

>B.) Sure Benny but only if you get me into contact with the big mean Riddler (Charm)

>C.) Nah, I’ll stay. I’m going to go play darts (intimidate)

>>1683644
>>B.) Sure Benny but only if you get me into contact with the big mean Riddler (Charm)

>>1683644
>B.) Sure Benny but only if you get me into contact with the big mean Riddler (Charm)

>>1683644
>>B.) Sure Benny but only if you get me into contact with the big mean Riddler (Charm)

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>>1683653
>>1683656
>>1683673
ROLL 1d100+10

Rolled 60 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1683696

Rolled 39 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1683696

Rolled 5 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1683696

Rolling

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>>1683699

“ Sure Benny but only if you get me into contact with the big mean Riddler” You say, adding all the cutesy you can to your voice and bat your eyes in the most over the top way you can.

Ben takes a break from cleaning mugs and serving drunks to take a look at you, maybe to give a firmer and much more serious no. One look at you and the Ol’ Harley Charm kicks in. Ben stares at you for a moment, color coming to jowls. His face might be hard and lined, but his hazel brown eyes shimmer a moment before doubt and cynicism cloud them. He snorts, trying to hide it, but you got him hook, line, and sinker.

You reel him in, leaning over the counter and grabbing him by his old, threadbare grey apron and whimpering. Yeah, you are laying it on a little thick but it was a for a good cause. You let out a few silent but far from subtle sobs and see Ben roll his eyes but then let loose a long tired and resigned sigh. Perfect!

“Alright Quinn, alright. Riddler is at the abandoned Lexcorp warehouse, near the Bowery.” Ben says, turning his back to you and towards other paying customers. You cheer to yourself and do another spin on the bar stool, before landing across the bar, the creaky weak floor letting out a scream as it almost gives out under you.

Riddler was kinda pissed at you though so you should…

>A.) Go through the front door and introduce yourself, going to be really ticked off you try something.

>B.) Disguise Time! Pretend you’re just another henchwoman than get to work on him

>C.) Sneak in! You didn’t get that athletic scholarship for nothin’

>>1683802
>A.) Go through the front door and introduce yourself, going to be really ticked off you try something.

>>1683802
>>A.) Go through the front door and introduce yourself, going to be really ticked off you try something.

>>1683802
>A.) Go through the front door and introduce yourself, going to be really ticked off you try something.

>>1683802
>A.) Go through the front door and introduce yourself, going to be really ticked off you try something.

It stuck out like a fat guy on the runway would in a Paris fashion show. Everything else here in Gotham was Gothic, dark, broody and straight out of a Hammer horror film. This was sleek, efficient and beauty free like all the other modern buildings. Long bared windows were stripped across the building, and at one time they do doubt meant to be two way, allowing the public the illusion of the chance to glimpse what went on in there but crud, mud, and the passage of time since this facility closed ended that. Grass and moss had started to climb up the building but caught whatever caused this place to close down and was starting to turn brown and die. If it weren’t in Gotham you might even think it looked spooky or haunted. But not only where the next to it nightmare fuel, they were obviously inhabited. You learned every place was dangerous and every building had it’s ghosts in this city.

You straighten up your back and waltz towards and then through a gate whose bars had either been rusted or scavenged off a long time ago. As you get closer the idea that his building is currently abandoned quickly becomes more and more absurd. Through the windows, armed guards and thugs outlines and shapes can be seen shuffling about on patrol. Large bright white lights glow out onto the pavement allowing you to clearly see the people inside arguing, chatting, and walking the people by them. It even leaves little figures on the pavement and grass below on the ground near you. Though the most obvious thing is the sound. The constant beat and metallic shredding of machinery.

By the time you reach the entrance, a squad of muscled men in green and armed with shotguns intercepts you. The synchronization is a little haphazard to be honest. Some of them are wearing lavender shits but blue jeans, while others are wearing nothing but dark green, while one of them has only a green knit cap to signify who he works for. Have some pride dammit!

“What you want bitch?” The shortest one, a man with strawberry blonde hair and dull brown eyes says, leveling a shotgun at your head. “He’s down to mess with the clown if the Joker wants a war.”

>A.) Nah, I’m here to purchase his services. (business)

>B.) Ah, don’t be like that. I just wanna by pop bye and say hi. Maybe ask a favor. Would you be a gentlemen and let me in?

> C.) Hold that thought (fight)

>D.) Write in

>>1683934
>B.) Ah, don’t be like that. I just wanna by pop bye and say hi. Maybe ask a favor. Would you be a gentlemen and let me in?

>>1683934
>A.) Nah, I’m here to purchase his services. (business)

>>1683934
>>A.) Nah, I’m here to purchase his services. (business)

>>1683946
>>1683950
ROLL 1d100

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1683989

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1683989

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1683989

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>>1683995
>>1684000
>>1684001
fail

“Nah, I'm here to purchase his services” you say, beaming. You except him to smile back despite himself or at least sigh and give in. You’re not full of yourself or anything but you are a looker. All the prison pal love letters you got say as much. Instead the manlet frowns even harder and cocks his gun. The click of a shotgun never does sound nice.

You stick your arms up in the classic surrender pose and gulp visibly, The cowardly lion routine doesn’t fool then, seeing as they are circling you, but it does cause them to drop their guard. Short stuff, lowers the shotgun slightly and takes his fingers off the trigger. Good.

“Alright clown, I don’t even have to bother Riddler to know your money ain’t no good here. So turn around and” He starts.

Your jump into the air, kicking the shotgun out of his hands and in two pieces as they soar in the air, before your twist delivers another kick to his jaw sending him flying into the only other man there with a gun. Nigma was many things and one of them was a cheapskate. Both collide into the wall, dust cloud enveloping both of them briefly.

“Alright, let’s dance!” You say cheering! The four men advance towards you. Two with knives, one with a bat, and the other just his two fists.

>A.) Disarm the man with the bat and use it on the others.

>B.) Throw the men with knives at each otherwise

>C.) Try to round house kick all of them at once

>D.) Write in

>>1684050
>C.) Try to round house kick all of them at once

>>1684050
>C.) Try to round house kick all of them at once

>>1684050
>A.) Disarm the man with the bat and use it on the others.

>>1684050
>>C.) Try to round house kick all of them at once

>>1684063
>>1684070
>>1684106
ROLL

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1684120

Rolling

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1684120

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>>1684131
BTAS one with a little of Birds of Prey one thrown in
>>1684128

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1684120

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You don’t have time for this. You hope back into air and twirl around like a dredidel spinning madly around. You throw out your leg into a powerful kick into all of them right, the force causing them to slam into each other like human dominoes but only after your blur of a leg connects to them first. You land easily onto your feet and look each of them over.

They aren’t getting up. You hear soft groaning that can only come from unconsciousness and realize that you’re standing on someone’s tooth. You let out a sign and just step over them. You almost feel bad for the Edward, it really was hard to find good help these days.

When you step into the old Lexcorp building you aren’t in the slightest surpised by how clean and active look it is. Sure some of the rolling steel conveyors and massive shelves of inventory are long gone, but the criminal community has a habit of revitalizing of these old buildings and putting them to good or rather ill use. And a few of the folks who did so like the Riddler loved clean working environments.

You follow the hum of the remaining machinery and equipment, and look for the most pretentious and obvious section of the building that screams management. Both lead you to a room surrounded by clear two way glass revealing a man in a green business suit and cane with a question mark insignia. A tiny, rail thin man that was scared out of his wits.

He points his cane at you and tries (and fails) to put on a brave front. He might be clever but man was Edward Nigma a paper lion if there ever was one.

>A.) Put that away before you hurt yourself

>B.) Disarm him and start interrogating him

>C.) It would be really funny to flirt with him, to mind fuck the poor bastard

>>1684198
>>A.) Put that away before you hurt yourself

>>1684198
>A.) Put that away before you hurt yourself

>>1684198
>A.) Put that away before you hurt yourself

>>1684198
>A.) Put that away before you hurt yourself

>>1684198
Do you accept write-ins, MT?

>>1684242
Yes

>>1684198
I hope it's not too late but I'll add on
>Who're you gonna intimidate with that little stick?

>>1684252
That would be more funny if she was talking to Gravitas.

“Put that away before you hurt yourself Ed” You say waving your hand at him, completely dismissing this little act. If you had to you could dodge it. You knew enough about the man to know that wouldn’t be necessary. Riddler was a thinker not a fighter.

Nigma looks at you and then his staff, and then back at you again. His eyes are watering, his lips are trembling, and his arms was shaking like the cane weighed a few hundred pounds, not three. After twenty very boring and downright irritating minutes, where you almost feel like jumping on him and beating him down, the Riddler finally drops the cane and sighs, like a nerd long resigned to the usual bullying and torment, but who’s frustration and depression occasionally seeps out. Goodie!

“What do you want Quinn. Haven’t you gone straight now? Or like the Bat do you just take your jollies in making my life a living hell?” Riddler asks, all sad sack. Each word spat out with great effort.

“Well yeah, but today I’m here on business. Why’s Deathstroke harassing the new Titan’s kid?” You ask, all smiles. You jump out on his desk, and stretch out your entire body on it. You lift and leg into the air and stare Riddler in the eyes. Today was just one giant pain in the ass. Adam BETTER appreciate this.

“Gravitas? The guy your porking” Riddler sneers.

You return that with a laugh, before grabbing his tie and slamming him face first into his desk. Riddler cries out in pain, as his nose squirts out a stream of blood that makes large red streaks on his jacket. It almost crosses out his question marks, let they had been permanently solved and shelved.

>A.) Charm him

>B.) Continue intimidating him

>C.) Bribe him

>>1684325
>>B.) Continue intimidating him
>Not yet, but I ain't exactly gonna get a chance if Deathstroke kills him, savvy?

>>1684325
>B.) Continue intimidating him

>>1684325
Seconding
>>1684330

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>>1684330
>>1684339
>>1684372
ROLL 1d100

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1684376

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1684376

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1684376

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>>1684378
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>>1684411
Worry

>>1684468

The fuck you talking about?

>>1683696
Literally me.

“Not yet, but I ain't exactly gonna get a chance if Deathstroke kills him, savvy?” You say smiling, all teeth and eyes wide as saucers.

You don’t stop slamming his head down hard on his desk again and again. You keep a hold of his tie and pull him down, but only after he just almost composes himself. After about the fifth time, he starts looking dazed, like a drunk man who missed his bus and who has no idea where he had his ticket. The look just screamed ‘I am ready to talk, please stop bashing my brains out’

“Well?” You ask sitting up, hands on your hips. You kick him back, sending him and his chair back on the glass behind him, your foot on his throat. You’re not choking him or crushing anything yet, but he knows if he doesn’t start speaking he might never get the chance to again.

“Fine, fine. H.I.V.E put out a huge contract on him. Ten million dollars. Nothing knew, they have an open contract on Superman and Batman for the same price. But Brother Blood wants him alive. Money upon delivery.” Riddler says, coughing out the answer, hands on your foot desperately trying to push it off. Vainly.

“Even I know Deathstroke doesn’t take those kind of contracts. And he likes getting paid up front” You say frowning.

“The only way I can answer that is with another question. A riddle that even the Riddler doesn’t know” Nigma says, confidence and good humor entering his voice. Well someone found their balls. “You’ll find your answer here. It’s in the center of the Gotham but not the middle of it. It encompasses all four million of us, but can be fit into the wing of a building? What is it Miss Quinn?” Riddler asks, practically gushing, smiling ear to ear. He was almost jumping out of his seat.

So you kicked him out of it, prompting to moan in pain as he falls on the floor

Gotham’s old long condemed city hall. And where freelance hitmen could arm up and find work

>A.) Call Deadshot, you might need his help

>B.) Call Ivy, you might need her help.

>C.) Hey, you want all the credit to yourself. Adam might really dig it

>>1684515
>>A.) Call Deadshot, you might need his help

>>1684487
>pic is tombstone
>in memory of
>74/100
>anon not worrying
Maybe I've been in too many Som threads.

>>1684515
>A.) Call Deadshot, you might need his help

>>1684528

You have, 'cause that was a success.

>>1684515
>>A.) Call Deadshot, you might need his help

Ivy would either refuse or subtly sabotage Harley's efforts, and Harley might miss something important if she's alone.

>>1684515
>>A.) Call Deadshot, you might need his help

>>1684528
It was because you were being a dick and succeeded

>>1684575
I read it as Harley getting inspired by thinking of Adam's dick.

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>>1684534
I'm too used to a 74 being failure.
>>1684575
What? Mee? Nooo I would neveer.

Also >A.

You stroll out of the old Lexcorp building and over the stuff moaning and unconscious thugs. Things were almost never that simple or easy but you were still disappointed. You hoped to be done with Deathstroke by Friday, be on a Jet on Saturday, and in bed with Adam on Sunday. This really put a wrench in that. An utter shame.

Ah, Adam. You can imagine it now. Wedding at Cathedral Square, almost all white. You liked, no needed a little color. Brighten things up a little. You’d invite the paroles from Blackgate and the patients who could get day passes from Arkham Asylum. The kiddies from the Titans. Maybe a couple of second stringers from the Justice League. Bats might be there even, that would be fun. You’d have to do your best not to make too much fun of them. You’d even roll by in your limbo, before you go to Paris or someplace in Italy, Arkham...to give the finger to the bozo you call your ex.

All if you could get Nightwing to stop cockblocking you!!!

You get to the nearest pay phone and manage to mess with it enough that you don’t have to waste a quarter on the damn thing.

“Heya Floyd” You almost yell into the phone. Man this was exciting. Bird Brain, good fucking bye.

“Harley...what do you want?” Deadshot asks, groggy and obviously hammered on the phone. You give him the outline and as much as you don’t want to mention Deathstroke. You swear he does a spit take, but you can’t be sure. You’re not there.

“Alright, alright. How do you want to do this? I owe you but after this, we’re even. You want me to do another favor you pay my fee or dinner”

“Nah, sorry Floyd, really liking this new guy. Ivy is enough for him to deal with” You answer, teasing him a little.

“Fine. Well?” Deadshot asks getting a little annoyed.

>A.) Just pretend I’m your sidekick. We’ll do this subtle

>B.) Guns blazing. Need some excitement

>C.) Stealthy. I am on parole!

>>1684633
>C.) Stealthy. I am on parole!
He's more well known for accuracy than power right?

>>1684633
>C.) Stealthy. I am on parole!

>>1684633
>>C.) Stealthy. I am on parole!
Thanks Floyd.

>>1684633
>>C.) Stealthy. I am on parole!

>>1684647
Yep

>>1684633
>C.) Stealthy. I am on parole!

>All if you could get Nightwing to stop cockblocking you!!!
>Nightwing

Oh boy wonder what shes going to do once she finds out we got out with raven.

>>1684694

It's just a date, though.

>>1684694
She already has, right now she's on the hunt for Adam's first time. She also already has Ivy.

“Stealthy, I am on parole.” You say

“Alright, let me take a shower. See ya in about three hours. There’s a clock tower a few blocks away, meet you there.” Floyd says, hanging up right on the last syllable. Jeez what an unfriendly guy. He really needs to get out more, only time he’s not on mission is when he was in your bed.

It takes him three and a half hours but he makes it there, five a clock shadow and blood shot eyes. You almost curse him out, this was a dangerous mission and well, success meant a lot for you. Hard to fuck or marry a man who has a bullet hole in his head. But Deadshot was Deadshot. Even with a hangover he’d never miss. He told you that he would cover you while your broke into the main office. Security would not detect you, they wouldn’t be detecting anything ever again. But he couldn’t hit the security cameras or unlock any window or drawers so that would be up to you.

Hello, you were gymnast and acrobat, as well as psychologist! It was easy as pie. I mean the dead bodies falling off the balconies and ledges was a little scary but climbing up and avoiding cameras? Again easy as pie.

You wiggle one of the windows, really proud of yourself, until you look down at the head office and almost puke. Gross. Bird Brain was making out with the red haired Batgirl. God it wanted to make you gag. They weren’t by the desk, they were by the door….you could sneak past them.

>A.) Sneak past them

>B.) Throw out a smoke grenade and just steal the filing cabinet

>C.) Jump Nightwing

>D.) Jump Batgirl

>>1684786
>A.) Sneak past them

>>1684786
>>A.) Sneak past them

>>1684786
>>A.) Sneak past them

>>1684809
>>1684819
>>1684822
>ROLL

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1684861

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1684861

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1684861

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1684861

Need one more roll. You can crit on this

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>>1684871
>>1684887

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You hop down on the floor next to the desk, as softly as a feather. You lay low, letting the shadows blanket you so only the white of your eyes peaks out from the darkness. You slowly, ever so slowly, reach up towards a small filing cabinet towards the far right side of the desk. Nightwing is busy groping the red heads ass, through that costume too, to notice you at all. Still no chances.

The little thing wobbles back and forth as you fiddle with it, trying to get it’s secret apartment open. But it doesn’t really make a sound. Carpet and your free hand prevents from slamming onto the ground. No it just busts your index finger up. You mange to pick the thing open as Nightwing manages to free a boob from the thing. Oh man, lame. You have to admit she looks good. Still kinda gross to find out the Bat family was this close.

You manage to grab a handful of folders and climb your way back up. Everything is going fine. Everything is going perfect. You glance in red folder and see Deathstroke profile, recent contracts, and orders. Oh boy this boy meant business. He spent upwards of forty million on a ten million contract. That was interesting. What was more interesting is the moan that came from underneath you as Nightwing tossed Batgirl on the table and was about to get way more intimate before she glanced up and screamed. Oh crap.

Deadshot immediately opens distracting fire but now was the time to move.

>A.) Run and jump through narrow and twisty paths

>B.) Lay down a smoke grenade and try to lose themselves

>C.) Use all your energy to book it

>>1684998
>C.) Use all your energy to book it

>>1684998
>B.) Lay down a smoke grenade and try to lose themselves

>>1684998
>C.) Use all your energy to book it
VERY fast Harley moving at incredible hihg speed

>>1684998
>>C.) Use all your energy to book it
>call it even for cock blocking me birdbrain!

>>1685072
>>1685042
>>1685007
ROLL

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1685090

I got this...

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1685090

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1685090

Rolling

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>>1685092
>>1685100
>>1685102
Fail

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>>1685109
Poor Harley just isn't very lucky, is she?

“Well serves you right for cock blocking me bird brain” You cry, kicking the window back closed hard, and you get a running start. From this height the wind was already slapping you across the face, as you got your running started up and began feeling like a thousands hands where flowing across you, hitting you and trying to hold you but failing. You jump high in the sky, weightless for a moment as you rush and fall towards the ledge of a large building in front of you. Towards Deadshot and his now very necessary sniper rifle. Soon gravity and your motion hurls you towards it like a bullet, you placing your hands at your side and your legs firmly together to enhance this and remove as much wind resistance as possible. You think this is how the Flash feels when he gets at ridiculous speeds or Superman when he flies away.

This illusion disappears as Nightwing throws a dark blue batrang through the glass window to the side of him and runs out like a mad man. A near by flag pole to the side of the window provides the boy blunder with extra runway for his ridiculous stunt, though he somehow had to lean pretty far to the left to get at it and you swear he only takes about one or two extra steps on that, galloping on the thin metal thin confidently like he had been doing this his whole life.

You fly down towards the edge, tossing the bundle of folders onto it knowing what is coming next. Nightwing slams head first into your ass, arms wrapped around your thighs, into the pavement before rolling up into a ball and tossing you into pure black cinder block and right next to a gargoyle depicting a four eye demon and one singular horn. You crack it slightly with right shoulder, as Nightwing jumps on you again and puts one hard hand on your shoulder and rings up the other one on the Gargoyle.

“Quinn what you are doing here? What do you want with Deathstroke? What do you want this Adam?”

“To fuck him and help him. In that order. Oh, yeah and this!” You growl from underneath your teeth.

>A.) Kick Nightwing in the balls and run.

>B.) Try to outpower him and tie up to the Gargoyle with your special foam spry

>C.) Try to overpower him and toss him off the building

>>1685204
>>A.) Kick Nightwing in the balls and run.

>>1685204
>A.) Kick Nightwing in the balls and run.

>>1685204
>>A.) Kick Nightwing in the balls and run.
Not like we'll overpower him. But he's distracted so cheap shot.

>>1685211
>>1685212
>>1685213
ROLL

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1685225

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1685225

Rolling

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1685225

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>>1685228

>>1685228
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avy2OdfKt6A

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>>1685228
>98 for a dick kick

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>>1685238

>>1685233
Well we certainly blue balled him...

>>1685228
Jesus. Have some mercy.

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>>1685249
Does this look like the face of mercy to you anon?

You slam your ankle as hard you can hard into Nightwing’s junk. Nightwing gasps audibly, sound like a broken air conditioner, sucking in air trying to say something but failed. You want to say you heard something pop or break but no such luck. At least when Nightwing talks it sounds like a deflated balloon when he tries to talk. He tried mouthing something, reaching out to you vainly, as you just brush aside his arms as you gather up the folders you threw.

“Well this has been fun” you say gathering up the last folder and leaning up towards Nightwing and kissing him on the cheek and then bashing down hard on the head. “But I got to say Adam’s a lot bigger. Don’t think I’ll be spending nights out with you again. Night!”

You skip off into the night as Deadshot provides covering fire. You hop down into a dark, rat and garbage filled twisting alley. You left a nice, inconspicuous set of clothes that just screamed the type of transient that hung out here. Perfect to disguise yourself and stop Bird Boy and Flying Rat Girl from getting catching your sent. You stay in a particularly damp corner where it looks the brown bricks could give any minute. You have the time, why not gave a gander.

Oh. Oh shit. Deathstroke waived his typical fee. This was personal. Very personal. You keep flipping through the folders and quickly see why. Adam offed his kid. Yet despite this, he wasn’t going to kill him he was going to bring him in alive. What the fuck did H.I.V.E want with him. You know Adam was their guinea pig but…

You would know someone who would know. The only guy with a big of hard on for H.I.V.E as Deathstroke had for Adam.

Brain

>End

Been fun see you Sat/Sun for the regular quest

>>1685265
That's gotta hurt.

>>1685269
Thanks for running.

>>1685265

Thanks for running!

>>1685276
>That's gotta hurt.

Oh yeah.

>>1685265
Thanks for running bub. now can you finally post those short stories you've been teasing us with?

>Oh man oh fug I haven't been up keeping the titan's quest
>Relationship's status includes madame rouge flirting
YEAH BOI

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>>1685777

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>Adam was into clowns and now is into goths. Dude has a thing with pale women
>Dude has a thing with pale women

Starfire: Friend/Trust
"Dick lives up to his name"

Ouch...how did she find out?

>M'ggn: Crush/Wary
"He kinda minds me of...wait, no way. He's a little too handsome though and he'd be thirty now
>he'd be thirty now

I forgot what was that hero that used a gravity road?

>>1684633
Who is adam? I'm not up to date with DC lore.

>>1686237
Adam is Adam derp. Also he isn't a canon DC hero.

>>1686237
it's protag of the teen titan quest

>>1686242
Oh. Donut steel. Ok

>>1686243
well, rng has been favourable to him in the past

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>>1686053
Hon hon hon, splended edit monsieur

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>>1685777
>>1686189
>The Brain: Respect
>"Revenge is a dish best served cold. We must take the guidance microchips to the IBM; Doom Patrol is second. Also offer Gravitas a job, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Titans can't protect him from Slade, let alone H.I.V.E - I can."
>Negative Man: Respect/Wary
>"Kid's good...but nobody is that good. Something's not right"
Soon, shit will hit the fan.

Is Harley the titan quest waifu or something? Why does she like the kid?

>>1688663
>Is Harley the titan quest waifu
not really

>Why does she like the kid
we were nice to her and helped her out

>>1688663
>Is Harley the titan quest waifu or something?
Not really.
>Why does she like the kid?
Because good decisions and god blessed rolls.

>>1688667
>>1688668
kk. thanks gents Seems like good cray cray waifu material. But I'm not caught up on the main thing yet.