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Red Hood: Outlaws #56 - "Something New" (2023)

written by Patrick R. Young art by Nico Bascunan, Paula Fidelis, & Nicole Bukowska

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Tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better

Last Song: Save Yourself by Stabbing Westward

Last Film: Superman Unbound

Currently Reading (or last read): Gide.on The Ni.nth

Currently Watching: Sm.allville

Current Obsession: Sma.llville xD

Tagged by; i can not recall who tagged me in this, sorry tagging; you

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i'd rather die on my feet ,

then live on my knees .

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What do you need?

To find better people.

Let's be honest here; after all, that's why you're taking this quiz. You know that some of the people around you are terrible for you. You know that, so why are you still with them? Do you think it's a pain you deserve? What have you done that makes you think this is a fitting punishment? You do not need to forgive the harm done to you by others, but you do need to forgive yourself. The only way to improve is to change where you are - get some better friends who will help you with that growth.

tagged by; @thedickgraysonrp tagging; anyone who hasn't done this and wants to.

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This is the funniest thing that's happened to him in a long while. He's holding his ribs as he cackles, a sound not unlike a happy rock tumbler. "Aw, poor Timbers. Wait until someone asks you 'fuck, marry, kill', and it's B-man, Big Wing, and yourself. That's a trip, lemme tell, ya'. Maybe I should wear just the domino for a little while, they'll calm down a little getting more of an eyeful of the mug underneath. Don't sweat the cape chasers so much."

"I'm going to rearrange your bookshelves." Said in the most deadpan voice he can muster. "And it's all of the above if you're really that curious. And more. It's weird. Lots of talk about your voice, what your hands can do and whether or not you'd enjoy being pulled around by your straps. Not gonna kinkshame, people can do whatever they like long as they're not hurting anyone or breaking any laws. But when it comes to you, Dick or Babs, I don't want to know." Shuddering. Gagging. Just all around not enjoying this conversation.

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which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?

antigone

you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.

tagged by; i stole it from @fatummortem >:3 tagging: you!

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△ Do you think you should have stayed dead?

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character | accepting!

"Well at least you aren't wasting time about going for the throat. Eight, by the way." He sighs deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.

"There was a time I thought I was brought back to be like the murdered and unavenged dead in the stories. I thought 'this must be where those stories come from,'. That would have made a kind of sense. Now though.... I don't know. I die, I rise again, I die again, I keep coming back, and I don't know how much should or shouldn't matter when it happened. Lots of things happen that shouldn't've. What's one more in my life when I can't do anything about it?"

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALICIZE if there's potential / it's dependent on external factors. CROSS OUT if there's NO potential under any circumstances

Repost, don't reblog.

holding hands | buying flowers | cooking | cuddles | writing a poem / song | holding door open | tying shoe laces | sharing a milkshake with two straws | offering their jacket when it's cold | kissing in the rain | publicly confessing love | long walks at the beach | doing the titanic pose on a boat | taking cute pictures in a photobooth | sharing a taxi / uber | kissing the back of their hand | slow dancing | getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other | introducing them to their parents | lighting candles | flower petals on bed | love letters | star gazing | brushing / doing their hair | picnics | teaching them to play an instrument / a sport / [fire a gun] while gently guiding their hands | compliments | late night drives | taking selfies together | drawing them | self - made gifts | massages | proposing with a family heirloom ring | lending them their favourite book to read | paying for dinner / coffee | mixtapes / playlists | surprise birthday parties | feeding them | handing them keys to their apartment | making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over | sharing a blanket | couple costumes | tucking a hair strand behind their ear | running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving | moving cities to be together | blowing a kiss | breakfast in bed | defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) | joint bubble baths | dropping the l - bomb ("i love you") | dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them | wearing their clothes | yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie | grant them the last bite from a meal

Tagged by: @invidentius Tagging: @normaltothemax [max, and/or jason], @thedickgraysonrp , @dramatisperscnae [dick and/or remy], @goldentemplariumcrow , @all-nights-dreaming , and anyone else who wants in on it! tag me so i can see if you steals it :3

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I love them

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A grunt of pain as the claws dig in. But he can take it. They're sharp and slice so easily, it's nowhere near the worst agony he's endured. Even so the way they get caught sends vibrations over bones and nerves that Jason can feel in his teeth.

He can use this though, and does, getting his hands around Dick's wrists as they fall back, and Jason is trying so hard not to hurt him. Just hold him. It's not easy to do with how hard Dick is fighting him, the blood flowing fast and hot making his grip precariously slick, and trying to land so he takes the brunt of it, not wanting to risk the delicate wings either. Impact makes the claws sink deeper, and Jason just barely manages to choke back a mouthful of blood.

His back is cold in the snow and ice contrasting with how his front is steaming hot from the gore flowing freely now. "Come on, Grayson. It's me. I- Robin. Your Little Wing." He tries with little hope that it'll reach anything left of Dick under this killing rage. But he has to try.

Blood splatters across the fresh snow, steam rising from the red droplets. Dick’s talons puncture Jason’s armor like paper. It was still his fingers inside the metal though, if Jason had to he could easily break the fragile bones of his hand to buy himself some time.

Dick is far lighter than he used to be—and that’s saying something. Which meant even as he beat his wings to attempt to right himself he’s still pulled down by Jason’s weight alone. Before this, Dick would’ve had no problem worming his way out of Jason’s grasp. Now his wings, delicate as they were, make it impossible for him to move the way he once did.

He snarls and tries to free his claws from Jason’s body. His wings beat furiously against his hold, leaving the air around them a mess of white. Flesh is sliced open as he pulls back but it catches on the armor. Either Jason bleeds out or Dick exhausts himself. Whichever came first.

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The name rings a bell, but damned if Jason can place it for certain right now with just a first name. Not calling to mind anyone he needs to be worried about, at the least, which is good enough for the time being. "Well, Clint, sorry to meet you in these circumstances."

There's definitely something here. He shifts the magnifying mode on his mask and zooms in next to where his fingers have found the faintest seam in the otherwise perfectly smooth wall. Don't think about how that smoothness is probably to make it easy to clean after-

"Maybe. Bring your light over closer and shine it by my hand, would you? Could be nothing, but maybe if I can look at it under the light, I can say one way or another?"

He’s quiet as he searches the walls, looking for anything strange, anything that doesn’t belong. Red Hood. He can’t say the name rings a bell. Then again, with the number of heroes that’ve cropped up over the years, that’s not all that surprising. He’ll have to have Stark run the name when he gets out of here.

Whoever he is—and he seems a bit cagey about that, what with the whole “private group” thing; something to look into later?—he’s right. They did come for the same reasons. Clint isn’t here on a sanctioned mission, SHIELD or Avengers. He’s here because people in his neighbourhood have been disappearing (and he prays to god he doesn’t see anyone he knows, down here).

The question is, what name does he give him? Red Hood clearly doesn’t recognize his face, but he’ll probably recognize the codename. He’s not sure he wants the Avengers to be tied to the shit he plans on doing once they get out of here. “Clint,” he eventually decides on. His identity’s technically known, so it’s not like he’s blowing his cover, but without a last name, there’s less of a chance of Red Hood figuring out who he really is. “Any luck, over there?”

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There are many, many times where Jason is grateful for Max being exactly who she is. This is one of those times, for sure. She meets him kiss for kiss, makes him nearly forget the world and everyone else, like he's drunk on the taste of her. In the feel of her, warm, soft, perfect in his hands, pressed tight against him. He has to brace one arm against the wall when it breaks to keep his legs steady under him.

"I- Wow..." Blinking back down at her he tries to regather his thoughts. Right.

He leans down to whisper in her ear, "Um. There's a bug. A camera bug, not part of the security detail, just behind us. Needed a reason for us to sneak off without looking suspicious." A pause and then he lightly brushes his lips over her cheek, careful not to leave any of her lipstick that's transferred to his mouth on her skin before adding, "Also I just like to kiss you."

Then he pulls back to look her in the eyes and grin, playing up rakishness for anyone watching, though the shine of mischief and affection in his gaze is sincere. "Wanna wander off with me somewhere a little more... interesting?"

§ [max! deserves! surprise! smooches!]

A surprised “mmf!” is already muffled by Jason’s lips against hers, even before her back hits the wall. She’s been attending galas with him more often, now that they’re officially together. There’d been an appearance once in a while, back when they were pretending, but for the most part, Jason had tried to spare her the boredom. Now, though…now Max wants to come, hopes her presence helps with the boredom at least a little, since they can quietly talk shit about the other attendees when they’re alone. She wants to come because she wants to be where he is, like, all the time.

It’s a scary feeling.

Not one she currently has the presence of mind to think about. No, her thoughts are very abruptly disrupted by the sudden, passionate kiss. Her brain shorts out. There’s only Jason’s lips against hers. Jason’s warm, slowly wandering hands. The hard line of Jason’s body pressing up against her. They’re making out in some hallway in the middle of a gala like two teenagers who can’t keep it in their pants, and she’s probably getting lipstick all over him, but Max really can’t bring herself to care.

By the time he pulls back (because she sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first), she’s panting and flushed, eyes dark as she gapes up at him. Wow. Just…wow. “What…” He’s literally left her breathless, holy shit. “What was…that?”

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looking a lot like bruce there, jaybird

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#INVIDENTIUS. independent & low-activity blog for lex luthor. mixed canon { smallville + comics } and headcanon based. crossover & oc friendly. beta editor used exclusively. 18+ only; minors will be blocked. penned by briar ( they / she, 30+ ). est. 6/18/2023. / blog graphics by @villainsrph.

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hero /ˈhirō,ˈhērō.

a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.

indie & private & selective dc comics multimuse. adored by red. carrd.

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