Beggars Can't Be Choosers: All Hell Breaks Loose

hewholaughs:

Sportsmaster’s introduction is simple but makes people just as terrified as Joker’s own and had the added bonus of making him smile. He turns over to the nearest civilian and leans over a bit until they’re standing at eye level before flashing her a grin. She makes a noise…

The crowd balked, half controlled by terror, and the other toying with a hero complex. Sparing a quick sidelong glance to his partners, Junior took a hint from Sportsmaster’s intimidation techniques and blasted the ornate chandelier above the crowd. The glittering hunk of metal and glass froze solid, the chain snapped under the weight and the entire mass crashed to the floor.

“Come on, guys, you heard these fine gentlemen! Be quick about it!”

The high pitched shrieks renewed as the crowd trampled one another to avoid being crushed. Indistinguishable shards of glass and ice scattered across the marble floor, tripping several women in high heels.

Beggars Can't Be Choosers: All Hell Breaks Loose

themasterofgames:

If there had been one thing Lawrence had learned these past couple of days, it was that the Joker was truly unpredictable. There was no remainder of doubt in his mind. In fact, he warily thought, he wasn’t even quite sure the clown prince of crime himself was worrying about anything other than…

Junior was used to being the underdog. Bottom of the heap was a way of life with him, quite literally. If he wanted to live, he did as he was told. So when Joker began his pell mell dash, complete with legendary cackles and bizarre arm flailing, Junior wasn’t surprised when Sportsmaster didn’t cast him a second glance. Between the Dark Knights greatest foe and his dad’s old chum, he neither expected (nor quite honestly, wanted) anymore attention.

So, resignedly, he charged after the older men, transforming from peculiar blue civilian into the ice form every form of news media would recognize.

“‘Cause the party don’t start tiiiil weeee walk in!”

His face lit up with a predatory grin at the Joker’s introduction, surveying the flocks of shrieking high rollers with glee.

“Dude, just takes a little bit of getting used to,” he said casually, flexing his arms in preparation and turning his head a little to shrug to the Joker. “Then they’ll just start rolling off your tongue.”

The bout of wheezing laughter he received made his insides curl, and he quickly looked away and focused on the terrified crowd before them.

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jeun-jie:

Have been catching up on the last three episodes of Young Justice.

Poor Kaldur. And the ‘Light’ cliffhangers are getting old. 

Kid Freeze was one of the most amusing moments, together with Riddler being the only escapé (is that even a word?) in episode 11. 

Euuhh, I still have nightmares.

Mmph- What was that for!? I’m sorry?

Same drill as you. Magic anon.

Yeah. Well, you know-smooch~

…this is just awkward.

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notanarrow:

(sage nod) Clearly you’ve wised up about the whole “keeping dangerous secrets” gig. Not even a little bit.I just—happen to have flashes of clarity. (gestures vaguely) Despite my minxy slyness, or whatever. …Bandwagon? I thought maybe a psychedelic van would be more appropriate, but whatever, I’ll roll with it.

You kidding? I’m probably the horse that’s pulling it along at this point. But it’s worth it. One of these days you’ll be able to pull it yourself. Well, I believe in you.

Mmm, nope, pretty sure I’ve got exactly the right friendly ice villain. And yeah, Gotham is just such a foreign environment for me. I’m shaking in my boots. Try not to cause a new Ice Age on the way home.

(turns abruptly) Hey, Cam. It’s, uh—it was nice to see you. Let’s meet in a seedy alleyway and catch up again sometime. I’ll have my people call your people; we’ll—Uh. Yeah.

G’night.

And here I was willing to admit to some nostalgia. Heartless wench. (smirk) ‘Course you will. You rolling with “it” is what got us in that situation in the first place, psychedelic van or otherwise.

I - appreciate it, Arts. Not sure what you see in me, but maybe you’ll prove me wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time either. Kudos to you, you’ve come a long way.

Matter of opinion. Hey now, I’m within my rights to watch out for you. Hate for an old friend of mine to get caught in any… cross fire. (shrugs) Never know, never do know. Tempting as that sounds, I’ll restrain myself.

(smiles weakly) Sure… Sure, whatever you say.

Later.

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notanarrow:

You are. I’m sure you’d tell me you love me, but then you’d have to kill me, etc., etc. 7 and a half. Plus or minus a couple of months. Hey, I’m not the one who proposed we yank of my dad’s mask and yell out his name in shock like we’d just solved some big mystery; that was allyou, dorko.

Well, whatever. Do what you gotta do to get by, I guess. If it makes you feel any better… you proved me wrong ages ago. So. One down. I’m sure you’ll fit in great. The same way an icicle fits in during a volcanic eruption.

(glances down) Oh. Uh, yeah. “My town.” I guess I’d… better.(raises eyebrow) Are you nagging me, Mahkent? I never thought I’d see the day.

And those situations are always more mess than they are worth anyway. Subtle, Arts. Miss me much? You sly minx, you remember too! (chuckles) What can I say? The young and the fearless. Not like you were all over this band wagon and tripping at my heels or anything.

I guess. (swallows)…Thanks, Artemis. It’s… nice to know I have at least one person on my band wagon still. (wince) Oooh, my dream bubble. That doesn’t sound promising at all.

Me? Nag? Pssh, you must be thinking of some other friendly ice villain. But…really. It’s getting late, it’s Gotham. …Not that you can’t handle yourself! Shucks, I know you can. It’s just - hero n’ super villain on probation. (looks over shoulder) Better safe than sorry.

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You know m - smooch~

Ahhh, almost forgotten that.

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notanarrow:

Yeah, in your dreams. I was just, uh. That was just supposed to be top secret information. You never know who could be listening. Nah… I guess it wasn’t.Scooby was also a major wimp, so. I can see why you like him so much.

Hey, you’re not being squashed. That creep is a totally separate (and INSIGNIFICANT) entity. I thought we’d gotten past this. Or maybe not. And I’m sure that the city will break out the parades and streamers for you. You’ll be a worldwide attraction.

Top secret, well pheeew. How am I still alive, I’m just a walking vault of dangerous information! What…maybe 7 years? 8? Numbers aren’t my thing. Oh please, Scooby was rocked your socks.

Y-yeah, I know that, but still, the other scumbags in there saw me as Daddy’s little boy. And some days it was hard to prove them wrong. Not exactly what I had in mind, but you never know. From what I’ve heard, it sounds like my kind of town. Speaking of which… shouldn’t you be getting back to yours? Or am I misinterpreting the green arrow on your chest?

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