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[ ᗷᗩTᗰᗩᑎ ᗷEYOᑎᗪ. ] [ #DCRP | #BatmanRP | #MVRP ] written by http://kas. writer is 28+ / MDNI
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Terry opened the cockpit and sat down. In recent years, he'd made adjustments. Enough room for two people. As they entered, the doors closed with a hiss- the jet lifting from the ground. Terry clicked on the auto-nav. "... So. Where can I drop you off?"

Arsenal. Wow. Yeah. Not even close to a bullseye. Guess this is why you practice archery. Bat-tech serves me well... 97% of the time. What about you, Arsenal? What kind of tech do you have?

"Why don't we get out of here?" he asked quietly. His taloned finger reached for a button on his forearm, pressing effectively. A loud roar ripped through the sky, and suddenly his Bat Jet appeared before them, the crowd looking in awe. "Never been much for crowds. Looks like you aren't either."

Batman stepped forward, looking her up and down. A crowd was forming around them. His eyes followed the crowd. "Well, this is schway." Crowds weren't something he was used to. He mostly operated at night, but... "You should probably come clean." Eyes met Sabrina. "Lots of people around."

" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. "

And here I thought the Jokerz were bad...

──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── 💮丂𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 丂𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞💮 ˗ˏˋ ꒰⏱꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⏱𝔽𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫⏱ 💮丂𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 丂𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞💮 ──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── ♡ + ↻

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴... ...𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.

[Crosses his arms.] No. Boo. You.

Boo you.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧."

Boo, who?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀do⠀you⠀see⠀𝙝𝙚𝙧⠀in ⠀⠀the⠀𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸⠀of⠀your⠀𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙞𝙣⠀𝘮𝘺⠀𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨⠀.ᐣ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

ㅤ HARLEY-QUINN. #DCRP + #MVRP ㅤ

Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you, Red Arrow. ... Speedy? [He's looking at a computer on his wrist, scrolling through what looks like news articles.] Think my data's off...

Sure. Even I'm not great at it, but... Sorry. Think we got off to the wrong start. I'm Terry.

Sounds like a lot of practice. Feel like a Batarang is more efficient.

Still don't know how you can use a bow and arrow in this day and age.

He's staring at this... thing really intensely. Inque's distant cousin? "All out of coins. Got some credits you can sink your teeth into. If that's your speed." He really shouldn't antagonize him, but part of him trusts this guy as far as he could throw him. Not very far.

That predictable, huh? Yeah. Couldn't go to the cops with it. Found out Bruce was... you know who. Things kinda fell into place. ... I'm doing that trauma dump thing again, aren't I.

... Tell me about it. Derek Powers had my old man murdered to hush up an illegal business deal. Getting stabbed in the back hurts, but getting stabbed while they're smiling at you is even worse.

Terry cocked an eyebrow, his stance shifting slightly. "So, you know Sonic. You're a weasel with a gun. Cowboy hat. And... you're a criminal." He shook his head. "This is gonna be a long night." He sighed. "Since you were so nice, I'm letting you off with a warning. Don't slag anything up."

"You're gonna blame me for PDA? Dude. You were totally checking us out. Weeeirdo." Then, he groaned. "You really were there. Ugh. Not cool, man. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Might be time to get some rocket sneaks, Wally." Terry held his chin. "... Has anyone done that before?"

Makes sense you're in Blüdhaven. I've heard the dregs there are worse than Gotham.

"You're good, man. Feels like whiplash, that's all."

𝕃𝕖𝕟𝕒 𝕃𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕝 ℙ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕫𝕒 𝓛𝓮𝔁 𝓛𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻. ⋆ DC RP ⋆ semi-desc ⋆ semi-lit ⋆ selective ⋆ mv ⋆ serious/non ⋆ banter friendly ⋆ mature, dark, or triggering themes ⋆ ♡ + ↻

kas what I said below, except: this account just hit 100! whoo!

Sounds like Spider-Gwen needs a pair of escrima sticks.

Now he's thinking about Melanie again. Slag it, Wally.

He crossed his arms across his chest, an eyebrow cocking in response. Terrible liar. Hiding something, but what? The creature he took down seemed hellbent on her, but for what- he didn't know. Terry's lips formed a straight line. "You're up to something."

"That's it! Get offa me!" he shouted. He was joking, of course. Terry turned off the boosters, and landed them both on a nearby rooftop. "By the way, your stealth suit's schway. Not nearly as schway as mine, but. Y'know. It's serviceable."

"Man, I thought we were alone. Now I know you were there. Watching." He shuddered. "Do you watch me when I'm going to the bathroom too? Sicko!"

He was kinda hoping he'd put the fear of god into him, but this reaction was pretty fun too. Terry smirked. As the pair descended, he threw on the boosters again, and caused them to move in steady flight. "You're crazy, Wally. Seriously."

Louder, more drawn-out sigh. "That was a bad look on my part," he muttered, "but I couldn't help it. She was..." Terry shook his head. "Man, why am I thinking about this now? Shut up, Wally!"

Sorry to spring all this on you, Dick. Talking to you has a way of bringing it out of me... Don't know why.

"Different strokes for different folks," he said, crossing his arms. "Glad it works for you, Wally." Then his face twitched. Was he talking about Melanie? Groan. "... How'd you know about that?" He sighed. "No. Dana Tan. She's my girlfriend in 2040. We've been dating for years now."

"Flying is easy," he said over the thrusters. Then he smirked. "You holdin' on? It's time to fall." Suddenly, his thrusters halted, and he spread his arms- dive-bombing to the ground.