Young Justice RP :: semi lit

Legs shakes his hand quickly, then looks at Alice, very interested in her response. "Uh...that would be cool if they were. I could...sorta use the cash."
 
Jacob didnt twitch at hearing Batgirl's real name. guess he had something to work on. He gave a quick glance at Legs. She seemed pretty frail on an emotional level. Something must have forced her out of that shell of feeling, or turned into something fearful. Either way, Jacob had to admit, she was brave to face the evils, he just hoped she was ready for it.


Jacobs eyes narrowed. "Since when was money an issue for people like us? Besides, i've been living on my own kind of salary as a vigilante for a few years. Though it took a while to build up a reputation for people to offer me a bit of food and drink when i had the chance. Anyway im sure the Y.J.H.Q. will keep itself stocked up." He gave a quick glance to Batgirl. "Is that it's name or did i assume wrong?"
 
It takes Legs a few moments to realize that the letters must stand for Young Justice Headquarters. She looks at Jacob defensively, knowing that he had just looked her over, and takes his statement about money and people like "them" as directed at her, retorting with her chin lifting slightly, "Not everyone lives in a freakin' mansion with servants and robots and foreign cars just because they have superpowers, you know. Money IS an issue for some "people like us." "
 
Fallen turned to face Legs. His face was calm, controlled. "My point is if we start asking for a salary, we're no better than common mercenaries. We supposed to be a symbol. Not weapons with price tags." He gave another glance to Alice. "Though Legs does raise a point. Not all of us are well off." Just then,, Jacob realised something.


Not everyone lives in a freakin' mansion with servants and robots and foreign cars.


Legs didnt seem like the kind of person to live in that kind of scene, and since Alice just gave Jonathan a cash card, the cars part must come from her. Jacob had a name, a lifestyle, and with luck, a location if he could link it.
 
Legs backs down slightly, but her expression is still stiff; she's stung at the thought that to be "one of them," they might expect her to dress and look like them, and have everything they have too, when in reality she owns basically the clothes on her back. "I didn't say that anyone had to pay me...I'll do it for free. Just because. Just...not everyone is a billionaire. Is all."
 
Alice held up her hands, "We will find a resolve, though the issue of salary in figures is not up to my descison. I understand what you are saying, being apart of the team is, if not, a full time job. The direct issue upholding a civilain appearance while juggling responsibilities is taken into consideration." Alice recognized that the comments about being 'well off' were based loosely around her and her ostentateous behavior, however that was apart of her false identity as the adoptive daughter of a billionare, an identity she had to uphold like a deffense mechanism she didn't nesscarily wanted to have. Their reaction was familiar to her, so it didn't bother her and she kept a cool and collected demeanor.
 
Marcus woke up that morning, pressing the button on his phone beside his bed. The machine started playing his messages, most weren't important. Some of them included school, invitations to hang out later that night, and some were from women she met in college. None of those mattered though. He listened to them as he took a shower. After finishing, he took a look at himself in the mirror. The symbols in his iris moved like some digital codes. He looked at his right shoulder to see the barcode tattoo. He used to be one of many. used to be.





Marcus put on his special contacts which would hide the form of his eyes. He went out of his bathroom and put some clothes on. He wore a classy white, long-sleeved polo. He preferred hiding the scars all over his body. He didn't fancy wearing less. It was also good to have places where he can hide his throwing daggers and other things in case of emergencies. His pants weren't anything out of the ordinary. He brushed and pulled his long hair back, applying hair gel to it so it stays in place. He wore a special watch that kept all of his poison needles. He put on his glasses and after checking if everything inside his home was intact, he left and locked the door.


He walked for a few minutes. According to Oracle, someone was gonna meet up with him and pick him up. The idea of someone in their costume meeting him would not bode well led him to assume that this person would be in a much more casual attire. After reaching the meeting place, he stopped and took a seat. It was a small waiting shed beside a park. Just as he checked his watch, a familiar voice called out his name. "Marcus!" He looked over to see a teenage woman in a hip pink shirt with denim pants. She wore sneakers and was obviously not particular about the current fashion trends.


"Here, I'm still Eric Williams. I assume they've told you everything about me Linda... Or should I say Kara?" he replied as he crossed his arms. Marcus still felt the hint of hostility from Supergirl. It was also from the frown on her face. "Come on, are you still not over that? Can you beat me half to death when we get to HQ?" he said part jokingly, trying to appease her.


"Whatever. This isn't my idea. I was just sent here to take you there." she said dismissively.


They walked together to a secluded place. Making sure that there was no one around, Supergirl grabbed Deadeye's arm and flew at a very fast speed. They made it to the Hall of Justice in no time. Upon landing, Supergirl let go of Deadeye. "We're here." she said.


Deadeye tried to pat off the dust on his clothes. He then proceeded to fix his hair which was now a total mess. "You see, that's the reason why I think you're bitter-" when he turned around to confront Supergirl, she was already gone. He let out a big sigh. "Women, they always have to say the last words..."


He straightened himself up and made his way inside the halls in a steady pace. He followed all security protocols and was identified inside. After asking for Batgirl's location from security, he made his way to meet her in this Jonathan Morris' room. Upon arriving, he overhears their conversation. Despite how they looked now, he could still identify Batgirl and Sheena having already seen their real faces before thanks to his eyes. Seeing that Batgirl and Sheena was there, he assumed the two males were also part of the team. He knocks on the open door just to get their attention and let them know he was there.


"So uhh... am I the last one to arrive?" he said as he raised his brow in curiousity.
 
"Pretty much," He said to Deadeye as he walked in. "We havent met, I'm Fallen. Long story, but we can talk about stories once the team gets set up at H.Q."


His eyes widened, remembering something. "Speaking of the team, where's Rosa? I asked her to give me a tour of the city a while ago."
 
Rosa waved bu-bye to Wolverine and Singularity, having no desire to see Sparky's legs after they had been crushed. She nodded to Batgirl glad somebody else would be there for the big unveiling. Striding out of the hospital she wondered if Fallen still wanted that tour of the city. Entering the noisy and smelly streets of the city Rosa flipped her black hair over her shoulder letting splay across her tanned skin. The sun was ferocious especially when a person was dressed in an all black catsuit, her only relief was the air that wafted across her bandaged chest.


She remained unidentifiable due to her rose mask that covered half of her face and the whispers and comments only flattered her further. Rosa knew she had a certain seductive qualities. Hell she used them to her advantage whenever she wanted but added bravado of being a super hero never ceased to please her. As she milled around the city, Rosa figured she might as well catch a bite to eat before anything got set into action. She darted into the back of her favorite cafe where she had a few "connections" with the chef. To put it simply The Clawed Rose needed to work on her tequila intake or else things could get interesting. As always the backdoor was slightly ajar and she slipped into waving seductively at the cooks. They all knew her by now considering how often she came for a meal.


"Your usual?" one of the cooks asked. Rosa merely nodded and slipped ten bucks into the cook's back pocket. As always the almost completely rare burger and fries appeared in no time and she was on her way. Of course the minute she began to enjoy herself duty called her back to the hospital somebody had buzzed her back. With a growl she made her way back through the streets folding the burger back into the wrapper and within moment she was back at the hospital. A receptionist tried to get her to sign in but Rosa ignored him darting up the stairs and back to Singularities room.
 
Jacob noticed Rosa enter the room. "Speak of the devil." he said humorously. Then he walked to the foot of Jonathan's bed and faced the team, saying with a hint of conviction "Ok, so we're an official team." He looked around at his team members. He thought to himself that he may have to get acquainted properly with them all. Jonathan was ok, all things considered, especially since the offer of lodgings was given. Jacob thought that Rosa was taking a liking to him, but doubted that it was a crush or anything, just her being friendly. He could never tell the difference between flirting and social banter. Deadeye seemed ok, but Jacob didnt know his power. But he felt certain that with his eyes as his main power, x-ray vision could be part of his talents. As for Legs, Jacob didnt know who or what she was. All he could sense from her was her only her emotional levels. She's a dam good actress, or just lived a bad life. Either way, he was certain she earned her place on the team somehow, and wasnt going to question it any time soon.


Finally, giving a glance to Batgirl, or Alice as he recalled people calling her, he didnt know whether to respect her, or doubt her. Being an apprentice of the Batman was definitely something to give credit for, and she knows her way in and out of the worst of situations, but a part of him questioned if she was ready to do what was needed in the future. He had the opportunity to take the Joker, and her commands cost him that chance. She was as stubborn as his sister, he'd give her that much.


"Alice, can we talk in private for a minute, please?" Jacob asked.


He exited the room and walked into an empty private labour room across the hall, keeping the door open for Alice to walk through and close behind her. Before forgetting, he quickly took a piece of notepad paper on a desk and wrote a message saying "No Peeking Deadeye! You do, I'll KNOW!" Jacob knew he doesnt have senses that sharp, but that wouldnt stop him from finding out later. He then stuck the paper face-down on the inside of the door, so that if Deadeye tried anything, he'd see the message.
 
Alice nodded and followed Jacob into a vacated room down the hall. She closed the door behind her and surveyed the room quickly before folding her arms neatly in contemplation, "You wanted a word?" she prompted, wonder what it would be about.
 
Jacob tried to keep his tone as professional and controlled as possible.


"I already made my intentions clear back at the vault. But too much has happened in too short a time. So if we're to work as a team, all things considered, I AM willing to follow your lead, as well as work with a team of people i barely know. But I need to make something else clear. I had my chance to take down the Joker, whom I've been hunting for the past two and a half...no. More accurate to say I've been, shall we say, learning control for the past two and a half years. He got away. Wonderboy had the drop on him, and I gave him a chance to take him alive when i took out Harly. But he got away nonetheless. I'm not blaming anyone though. My life isnt focussed on the Joker's death, nor am i that hell-bent on vengeance. If i were, we wouldnt be talking right now, and i'd be turning Gotham upside down. I'm choosing to stay here because I'd be doing some good working with you. If people so evil are working together, all of us need to stand together now more than ever, and i wont let my personal life compromise the big picture. But while i may follow your lead in battle, i dont follow your reasons for sparing evil and letting it stay rooted in this earth. Some people are beyond redemption Batgirl, and while i do respect your judgement, I have to do this. People like the Joker have to die. So if you have a dam good reason why i should give a thought of mercy to someone who plays with human lives for the hell of it, betrays, tricks, and laughs at misery, while creating the very monsters we're made to destroy, I'm all ears. Because the next time i have a chance to do what's needed, i wont let it slip away a second time unless there's no other choice."
 
Alice was quiet and listened patiently while he talked, and afterward she waited in silence, making him listen when she said cooly, "I agree with what you say," "However, I do not condone it for the simple reason that the other side is even more evil and corrupted than our most consumed hero in search for vengance. I have hundreds of reasons for wanting to torture the Joker and see him suffer, myself. I know the feeling when the slippery basturd gets away every time I--even Batman--gets close. But the thing is, if we indulge now, go out and torture one of their own now, it opens up a new world of war and opportunities, villains will find they will have to over retaliate for their losses and will be even more bent on seeing that every single hero they comes across meets a horrible, painful demise." She paused again, then her voice hardened, "You are under separate orders, no?" she waited for a respose and went on, "I don't know what the Joker did to you to make you loath him so much, and I don't care. Its not important enough to risk other people's lives and their sanity for your own personal gain--I wont tolerate blatent torture under my supervision. I realize you may have orders on the side--from what I'm guessing they're higher up the food chain. You do what you need to to get the job done, nothing else. We will not give the other side amunition iin which they will take out on our people." Alice was standing straight, arms folded firmly, and looked him in the eyes.
 
As Rosa enters the room, Legs looks around at everyone again, attempting to assess what she can of each of them based off appearance and what she remembers of them from the day before. As Alice and Jacob exit the room, she is immediately paranoid that Jacob is going to talk about her, find a way to convince Alice that Legs doesn't deserve to be on the team...that she's too young, too inexperienced, too unprepared....too unprofessional...or just plain not hero material, even if she is making strides to rise above her not-so-distant past mistakes and crimes. At this suspicion of Jacob's actions she is more nervous than she would have thought; she doesn't want to lose this already, before she's had a chance at all. She shifts her weight, crossing her arms, and says nothing to the others, straining her ears in hopes she can hear.
 
11:05


The time seemed to taunt Flare as she sat on the railings on the roof of the industrial building that used to stand next to UIT. The rubble was being slowly moved as workers accessed the damage and she was all but annoyed at the scene already.


Mack had finished her laundry an hour ago, just as her virus scan checked out and she found herself free to go. There was still time left until the specified meeting so she had gone out and bought a new bag, spending only cash like usual. As the girl had gotten back to apartment and donned the gear of Flare, something came to her…


Although Batgirl had indeed told her the meeting was starting at eleven, she wasn’t quite sure where it was. There was a good chance that it was in the Hall of Justice though, where that was…the girl had no idea… It was probably a masked form of serendipity; that she didn’t go to the Young Justice meeting, still unsure about the whole thing. She still made her way to the alcove she sat now, in full costume, where she had view of both the dig site and where she had appeared last night.


If the workers happened to pull up any incriminating evidence, well, Mack would make it disappear…
 
Jacob didnt seem at all surprised when Alice mentioned about 'orders from the other side.' Batman must have gave her what info he had on Jacob.


"There's the big difference between us Alice." Jacob said darkly, "Your one of the heroes that represent your reasons. I'm just something the Joker created from his pranks. The fault lies with him for what's coming to him, and me for delivering the blow. I'm a lot of things, but a saint isnt one of them. Why else do the people and the media give me the name 'Fallen'?" He tensed up at first, but he relaxed and let his voice cool.


"I admit I'm letting my anger out-weigh my reason, and it took me a while to confront the past to face the heart of the matter." He then almost sounded painful in his words. "If the people I'm fighting for saw me now, I know they wouldnt be happy. I want to let go of this hate Alice, as false as it sounds, not a day goes by when i regret taking up a mission of blood-lust when i was blinded to the price i had to pay, and became what i am in the process...but it happened. And now i'm paying the price for it all. I've already come this far and I cant just walk away from years of...training isnt the right word, nor strong enough a word, but it will do. My hate's the only thing keeping me going. I tried to believe in something else, but that burnt to ashes."


There was a lot more Jacob wanted to say, but Alice made it clear she didnt care. He wanted to cry, but he lost that ability so long ago. Instead, he looked at Alice in her eyes.


"You've faced my kind of hate. I can tell. So at least tell me this, and before i ask it, I'm not asking to know your past. I know i have no right to ask about your personal life, but when you face that hatred, you didnt let it take you. So with all the hardships you faced and the pain you took on, what gave you the strength to let it all go?"
 
Johnathan quickly noticed Legs' discomfort,and had a hunch,considering her posture and expression. "It's not about you. It's about something else. I'm willing to guess something about The Joker." Johnathan tried bending one of his new knees. It twiched slightly,but nothing more. "Judging by your display earier,I think it's safe to assume you aren't used to the more expensive things in life. Homeless,right? Don't worry. That means you're better qualified than me to be on Young Justice. I'm just a gamer who was too close to their computer when it went boom. Me? I'm just more likely to see something coming with less clues. You probably have some contacts out there."
 
Seeing the last one to arrive, Marcus couldn't help but whistle in amazement and admiration while taking a toe-to-head look at her lithe and attractive figure. He resisted the urge to use his powers that he hasn't divulged to anyone on the team yet, his handy x-ray vision. Though they may have figured it out from observation through previous encounters. "Why hello pretty lady, I don't think we've met." He said as he sly-fully took her hand and curtsied and bowed like a gentleman. "Since there's no sense in hiding real names from you people, my name is Lawson. For you, Marcus would be fine." he the stood upright still holding Rosa's hand.


He felt a sudden feeling of tension from Jacob but he's no mindreader so he just left it to be. It wasn't his habit to but into other men's business. Seeing Alice leave the room after Jacob, Deadeye noticed how Legs became frantic and worried. Seeing Jonathan comfort the woman saved him the trouble of doing so but he still felt the urge to make an impression with ladies. "Relax. If you're worried about your background, I assure you, you don't have the shadiest of records here." pertaining to himself and following up on Jonathan's point. It was probably a poor choice of a method to enlighten the maiden but he hoped it would work.


"Well now, where was I?" he said. "Ah, yes, you would be?" as he directed his question to Rosa with a charismatic gaze while stroking her hand that he was holding the whole time.
 
Relaxing slightly, Legs gives both Johnathan and Marcus a faint, if tight-lipped smile, then shakes her head slightly at Johnathan in response to his question about her having contacts. "Uh, no...I don't...I sorta kept to myself. I mean, I know people...but no one that would be any help. Unless you're looking for perverted assholes who like underage girls." Realizing this probably reveals more of herself than she wants, she flushes, then quickly looks over at Rosa, hoping to detract attention from what she just said by immediately addressing her. "Hey...I'm Legs Sadovsky. You the last of this...us?"
 
Rosa's eyes rested on Fallen as she entered the room. Flirting with any guy was fun, its how she passed the time but something about Fallen was different. "I prefer she-devil," she chimed in before he exited into the other room. She was glad to see the Singularity was covered and his lack of legs wasn't exposed. Her long strides pulled her over to the bed and she lounged across it almost similar to a cat.Rosa's emerald eyes gazed into Singularity's as she purred, "This might be my new catch phrase considering I just said it about an hour ago but how you feeling Sparky?" a smile curled across her ruby lips.


She surveyed the room and when the new hero bowed and took her hand she smiled even wider ready to play along. SHe loved attention she couldn't deny it and this hero was kinda cute, "Well aren't you the little pick up artist," she said standing up so that she could better face him. "Most people call me the Clawed Rose but for you I think Rosa will do," she whispered snaking closer to him playfully. Her catsuit was still halfway unzipped revealing more than just her bandage chest. Out of the corner of her she noticed the younger girl a shifter similar to her, she would investigate in that later. A leopard and a wolf that could be fun.
 
"Knowing that there are things bigger than yourself, people that have endured worse than I, so who am I to complain about it? Life sucks and then you die. A little known fact that takes people a long time to truely comprehend. Being a hero is a self sacrifice in itself. You have to be willing to let everything go so that you have nothing to lose. Being a hero, the people we love are at risk. There will always someone pushing back--chaos, evil; however, Death is a battle we combat unknowingly everyday--everyday holds the risk that it may be our last. But for what? We fight for balence and justice. And for a goal that large, you have to fight for your freedom, and for those who cannot. Without that balence of good and evil, where would our world be? Commiting yourself to that dream takes selfless devotion. Thousands of years, people have told stories--but what is the point of a moral at the end of them if no one ever learns from other's mistakes. You shouldn't waste your life pursuing a goal of revenge to compensate for the wrongs others have caused you. What is the goal in that, what do you hope to acheive, will it really give you closure--make you feel complete and a peace of mind? In the end will it make you happy? Its the strength of realizing what you are actually doing--what your role is, in understanding what the world has come to and what you will do for it--what you are actually fighting for, who you are fighting for." Alice took a deep breath and inclined her head slightly, "You asked me for my strength, I don't know if that was what you wanted to hear or if it anwsers your question. That is my own philosophy, whether you consider it or let the words bounce aimlessly off of you, is for you to decide. Some may say one has a predetermined path in life, but you are who you decide to be."
 
As Jacob listened to her words, too many blank spaces in his questioning conscience will either filled or replaced. He still wanted the Joker dead, but he never considered the price beyond himself or the aftermath. It didnt change much, but it did give him something to think about. He made the decision about what he wanted to be since he was mutated, and has a goal to be human again, but in his mind, he was asking himself if there would be others who would take the Joker's place after that. Harley Quin would go on a rampage for vengeance, and the cycle who take someone else. But if Fallen were still around...


"I'm not making any promises, Alice." Jacob said after a moment of silence. "But should I have the Joker's life in my hands, I'll consider what you said."


With that, he opened the door and walked back into Jonathan's room, leaving both doors open for Alice to come back in. He then stood next to Rosa, giving her a quick smile before addressing to the group, "Right. Drama's over. What's our next move?"
 
Alice sighed and as Jacob left the room she rubbed her forehead, she knew it wouldn't be easy working with so many other people. Batgirl was used to working in tightly knit groups within the Bats, usually Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Red Robin, or Huntress. Working in a group as large as this one would be difficult, since she was use to depending on only herself to get the job done... After a moments thought she trailed after Jacob. Upon entering the room again she head the end of the question. Alice then addressed everyone, "Well, now we--" she cut herself short. While speaking she had done a mental head count on the side, "We're missing one," Alice frowned a bit, "Where's Flare?"
 
As Jacob and Alice rejoin, Sheena looks at them, still slightly concerned that they were talking about her despite the others' reassurances, assessing them. They truly do seem to not be focused on her though, and Alice's question about Flare, someone Sheena hasn't met yet, reassures her further. She looks over at Rosa again, taking a moment to regard her more closely. Having never met a fellow shapeshifter who was not Lycan, she finds her to be very interesting.
 
Marcus' gaze slowly shifted downwards from her face slowly to her almost-bare chest. Marcus' blood started to rush after Rosa's seductive approach on introductions. Any man would've been turned on. He wasn't any exception. Marcus could almost tingle all over from the sensation but tried hard to suppress it and keep a straight face. He just purred back and said "My kind of woman." while looking back at her face while grinning, effortlessly maintaining his composure. He spotted how she got distracted by Legs and remembered they weren't alone in the room. "While I'd really like to really know you better, I don't think this is the proper time and place." he said as his off-hand took off his shades and revealed his fake brown eyes. They then slipped to her hips after he tucked his glasses in his pocket. He gave Rosa a gentle push away to put some distance between them. His hands soon made for her suit's zipper. He gave it a soft tug down before pulling it up slowly to cover her abdominals. He stopped there in fear that Rosa would be offended if he went further up. He kissed her fingers that he was still holding on to and winked at Rosa. "Let's save this for another time, precious." he stated as he smiled and let go.


He recounted the number of people after Jacob and Alice rejoined them in the room and assumed that all the people he saw in the conference room the other time were part of the team. He couldn't help but notice that there were people missing. Hearing Alice's inquiries about Flare, Marcus wanted to point out that she wasn't the only one not around. "She's not the only one, we haven't seen Mr. Wayne's rebel kid yet."
 
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