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Who: Deadpool and Red Hood
What: Hunting
When: Late night
Where: Gotham
Interactions: Red Hood, Batwoman
Warnings: Language, violence

Deadpool wasn't sure if he loved or hated Gotham. It was creepy and dark as the bottom of Satan's Mexican-food laced diarrhea but it was crazy enough with it's Two-Faces and Penguins and Riddlers...One was certain...

This town had Zsasz!

No, it really did! He escaped Arkham again.

Deadpool was crouched on the Gotham monorail, circling the city at a break-neck speed. It was the best way to get a competent view of the surroundings, though to a normal person it looked only a huge brown and grey blur.

Deadpool was far from normal.

"Where are you, you little euphemism for girly bits..."

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Date: 2012-08-13 06:19 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (22. check my moves)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
"Far from normal" described lots of things in Gotham. Red Hood readily accepted that this included him. After all, a normal person couldn't land perfectly on a moving monorail, much less get back up after nailing the landing from an overhang.

"You," he growled, pointing one finger at Deadpool, "I want to know what an assassin like you is doing in my city. Then, I want you gone."

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Date: 2012-08-13 06:30 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (23. hey look a distraction)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
"Crap." Still, Jason was faster than he let on, and already he was on the move. He knew he had a split second for each mine, but even that was just barely enough time to leap off the side of the monorail and be propelled forward by the explosions.

Insane bastard. What the hell was he trying to do?! If that explosion had been any stronger, it might have done more than shattered the monorail car's windows. As it was, the vigilante grimaced under his mask, deploying bat-shaped glider wings from his jacket to slow his descent. He didn't have Iron Bat's armored power suits, but he had more than enough tricks up his sleeve.

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Date: 2012-08-13 06:43 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (03. wow this floor looks awesome)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
Oh, he'd known already that he was about to get shot at. After all, he'd read enough about Deadpool to know that much. What he hadn't expected was for Deadpool to use the worst possible weapon for the range and rate of movement. Most of the bullets whizzed harmlessly past Jason, and those that hit were too low-caliber to even concern himself. They stung through his jacket and body armor, but that was fleeting compared to what came next.

That being crashing at high speed into a dumpster. Rolling out with a groan, Red Hood shook his head before deploying a grapnel at the monorail. As he tried to catch up to Deadpool now, however, his mind was away in the past -- a past not his own, trying to remember what Anthony Wayne-- Iron Bat-- had taught this Jason about Deadpool. All that came to mind was 'insane' and 'hard to predict'.

"Yeah, thanks for nothing, Anthony," he muttered low.

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Date: 2012-08-13 06:55 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (19. blah blah FUCKING blah)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
"Oh hey, my bad!" Jason brought up his other arm, carefully aiming his second grapnel at Deadpool's chest.

"Thwip," he said, firing it.

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Date: 2012-08-13 07:05 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (Default)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
Ow. Even as bullets lanced past the more lightly armored arm of his jacket, Hood was at least thankful that such small injuries would heal fast enough thanks to his Lazarus pit exposure. What was most painful, really, were the mercenary's dated pop culture cliches.

At this rate, Deadpool wouldn't have to kill him; Red Hood might just pop a bullet in his own skull just to get away from them. "So tell me," he asked as the winch in the first grapnel pulled him up, "what kind of price does it take to get a Weapon X project interested in little ol' me?"

Funny how conversational he could be with the guy shooting at him.

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Date: 2012-08-13 07:23 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (05. rofl trolling time)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
Throwing stars against the former sidekick of Batman, and one who'd attempted to take his position as most feared vigilante in Gotham at that. Most of them he caught, others he deflected. All of them he let drop to the monorail car, thudding into the metal they were standing on.

"Something tells me the lady doth protest too much," Red Hood continued, his trolling grin now solidly in place under the helmet. This he could do. This ... might even be fun. "Is that why you took this gig, then? Just couldn't resist a roll with the Red Hood? I get it, really. It's the attitude and double-masks. Everyone finds it sexy for some reason. Mysterious. If I made more public appearances I could probably rival sparkling vampires in the amount of tween and teen fandom I get." Out came his own extending batarangs, different from Iron Bat's. Deadlier. He threw harder, too.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-08-13 07:33 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (21. gun. advantage: me)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
Right. Deadpool was a meta; he could handle punishment ... of the super-human variety. With a flick of the wrist, the claws holding Deadpool's chest released. "Can I have my grapnel back now? You hold onto it any longer and I'll worry you're just keeping it to put in a big Red Hood shrine back at your place."

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Date: 2012-08-13 07:52 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (10. oh that is just wrong)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
"So I noticed." Out came more batarangs, though these ones were a little different. After all, if he could just deflect normal batarangs, obviously the next step was explosive batarangs. Several went flying for Deadpool, courtesy a Red Hood who was really sick of this stupid fight already.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-08-13 08:24 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (22. check my moves)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
Good. Without a moment's hesitation Red Hood charged forward, drawing both his pistols in case Deadpool tried anything. Deadpool might have been an expert mercenary, but the Hood had dealt with such before, and now they were on his home turf.

Maybe Deadpool should have come after him in Metropolis. "Who hired you!?" he shouted, his words clear even through the helmet. "I WANT ANSWERS!"

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Date: 2012-08-13 08:37 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (16. the dead sexiest former robin)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
"You're right. I do know why. I just wish I could've given your employer the opportunity to know why I'm going to find him and strangle him with his own lower intestine," he growled out. Still he came, though he holstered his pistols in favor of rocking one fist back into what was surely going to be a really painful punch if it connected.

Sorry I'm late

Date: 2012-08-24 12:27 am (UTC)
voted_dead: (22. check my moves)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
Fortunately for Red Hood, 'off and away' was still on the top of the car. He rolled with the throw, easily righting himself, and not much sorer for the throw, really.

"I'm almost impressed," he muttered, once more raising his pistols and opening fire.

Re: Sorry I'm late

Date: 2012-09-09 07:50 am (UTC)
lipstickbatarang: (Batwoman)
From: [personal profile] lipstickbatarang
A pair of batarangs flew out, intent on redirecting or slicing through the barrels of Red Hood's guns. The men had been so occupied with each other that they perhaps had not noticed Batwoman soaring over from a nearby high-rise and landing with a soft thud on the monorail.

"What is this? If you two are going to dance, this is not the place for it." She glared at them from under her cowl before looking directly at Deadpool. "Those explosives you are using could derail the train and kill everyone on board."

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Date: 2012-09-11 04:37 pm (UTC)
voted_dead: (02. gonna fuck some shit up)
From: [personal profile] voted_dead
"Nobody asked for your help or your remarks," Jason said. Though the batarangs had indeed struck his weapons, they left the pistols undamaged. Unfortunately he also realized that where one Bat appeared, at least one other wasn't usually too far away.

"I'm doing what apparently nobody else in Gotham is able or willing to do: trying to kick mercenary scumbags out of the city."

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Date: 2012-09-20 03:52 am (UTC)
lipstickbatarang: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lipstickbatarang
They probably couldn't see Batwoman roll her eyes under the cowl. "Oh, and which one of you am I here to help, pray tell? That hood seems to be on too tight that you are forgetting what attracted you to crimefighting in the first place. Is putting down one chatty merc running around in his pajamas worth the lives of the civilians beneath your feet? Are either of you using any armor-piercing rounds that might shoot through the roof? Hm?"

She looked to Deadpool. "I don't care what they do in Canada. This is Gotham. Get out of this city unless you want to be making friends in Arkham. Get off this train or I throw you off. Even with your ability, that type of thwipt should sting for days."

(OOC: Everyone in this scene is wearing black and red! We are color coordinated!)