>>30945811
go to the batcave, proceed to steal a buncha batmans shit, then go hog wild on the crime round town.

>>30945811
>[x] Stop Crime

>>30945811
[x]stop crime

>>30945811
OP you should probably get a trip as its one of the few times where it is actually appropriate to get one by the by, so people can differentiate and trolls can't simply walk in and poke fake shit pretending to be you.

>>30945836
>go to the batcave, proceed to steal a buncha batmans shit, then go hog wild on the crime round town.

This is the best plan ever. Bruce hasn't changed the security codes since the last time I stole Nightwing's costume, and he's barely come up with a good encryption for the good toys. He mights get a little upset about what I did to the T-Rex, but- wait is that my old costume? He's still got it hanging up, like a tribute. Aw, that's sweet. I wonder if he still does that whole 'solemnly pressing his hand to the glass while angsting thing.' Bruce really needs to get over himself.

It looks like I've got a fully restocked utility belt, a freeze ray from the evience locker, and is that a jet pack? Yeah I'm taking that. All that's left is to go and take his sandwich.

The manor looks the same as I left it, with a few more ninja stars from the newest bird. I wonder where that little sociopath is, anyways. That kid has a bigger ego than Bruce I swear. Like he'll ever measure up to me as Robin. Ah, the kitchen. Where's that baggie, I know it's here somewhere.

“Master Todd, so good to see you again.” Shit, Alfred.

[ ] Talk with Alfred.
[ ] Run.
[ ] Fight.
[ ] Go Crazy.

>>30946141
may as well chat with alfred, i mean, he is a greast guy and he puts up with bruces shit without fuss, and i bet you kind of miss him at least.

>>30946190
Second

>>30946141
>[ ] Talk with Alfred.

>>30946141
fight alfred while fighting him, we need his old man pills, but there's no need to be rude about it

>>30946141
[ ] Talk with Alfred.
Lie. Blame everything on Bruce's latest squeeze going crazy/sane/supercriminal/getting bored.

>>30946190
>May as well chat with Alfred

Don't say stealing a jet pack. Don't say stealing a jet pack. Don't say stealing a jet pack. “Steal a jet pack..ed away sandwich?” I'm a god damn genius.

Alffie raised his brow in that way that said something, fuck I can't remember what, I've got brain damage from that crowbar. It said something though. “Would you prefer a sandwich of your own then? I happen to remember you detest Tuna.” Touche, Alffie.

I can't well come up with an excuse that didn't sound like it wasn't written by a retard, so I have to accept the offer. Do you know how ackward this situation is? He's going tos tart lecturing me about the murder, and the guns, and the murder, and the stealing, and the murder any second now I know, and then... “So good to have all the boys back while Master Wayne is out.”

“All the boys?” They're back too?

“Master Wayne asked Dick to keep an eye out while he was away, and Tim was in town visiting his father's grave when it occurred. A shame, there's always too much death where this family is involved.”

[ ] Look Guilty.
[ ] Find Dick.
[ ] Acquire Jetpack, Fly Away
[ ] Crazy.

>>30946383
>[ ] Acquire Jetpack, Fly Away

Seriously what the fuck Op?

Can we hang with cass or someshit?

>>30946383
[X] Find Dick

>>30946383
[ ] Acquire Jetpacked away sandwich, Fly Away

>>30946383
Let's get some Dick

>>30946383
[ ] Acquire Jetpack, Fly Away

>>30946383
Look guilty, then grab dick, then acquire jetpack, fly away, go crazy.

>>30946431
Now I just feel bad. Ever had your grandpa disappointed in you? I've never, since everyone I love and care about is dead, but I'm sure it would feel like this. He just looks at me, with those dignified eyes, swelling with reserved emotions that only a stiff upper lipped British butler could express. I have to go before I actually start looking ashamed.

On the other hand, I have a freeze ray and a jacket. I thing the gun is from Mr. Freeze or some guy the Flash beats on everyday. How the hell do you make a freeze ray and decide to rob banks. Why not sell the patent to fucking Microsoft or something? Sometimes I think I'm the only sane man here. As I strap on the barely assembled flying metal death trap, I wonder who to go bug first.

[ ] Choose one Bat family member.
[ ] Bust Crime with a Jet Pack.
[ ] Crazy.

>>30946649
>Bust Crime with a Jet Pack.

>>30946649
[X] Choose one Bat family member.
>Dick

>>30946649
>Bust Crime with a goddamn jetpack.
>Make sure to hold dick, it is clearly the flight control.

>>30946649
>[ ] Bust Crime with a Jet Pack.
We'll probably see one of the Bat people while doing this. They'll be compelled to cover for Bruce while he's gone, so....yeah.

>>30946687
>>30946701
It occurs to me as I'm soaring above the skyscrapers of Gotham city, I have no idea how to fly this thing. I'll figure something out. Maybe if I move my legs to that me pants hug the outline of my dick it'll work. No, that just boosts comic sales. Maybe if I... oh man that's a big window I'm about to crash through.

“Aaaaaaaaaa-” I scream, in what I'm sure if a roar of utter fearlessness. Breaking through that window doesn't kill me again, but god damn is that glass hard. Luckily, it' a pillow factory I managed to get inside. Why the hell did it have all those gargoyles and Gothic buttresses outside then? Why was there a skylight? I bet Bruce did this. Oh hey, that's a lot of guns pointed at not me. Looks like a gang in owl masks here was using the building as a safehouse or drug thingy, and Tim over there messed up. That's a lot of guns pointed at him instead of me, but I think they're starting to realize I'm here.

“Freeze,” I tell nearest criminal scum as I draw my cold ray. The man tries to pull the trigger as he aims at me, but the ray gun I'm packing has the bullet stop just as it leaves the gun. The guy's covered in ice, and yeah, that's got their attention. Tim moves fast though, and the smoke bomb he's just dropped has us hidden in shadows.

[ ] Pun Warfare.
[ ] Be the superior Robin.
[ ] Real Gun Time.
[ ] Crazy.

>>30946972
>[X] Pun Warfare
proceed to be just a complete douchebag about this while still saying hilarious shit.

>>30946972
>[ ] Pun Warfare

>>30946972
>[ ] Real Gun Time.
>[ ] Crazy.

Crazy guntime?

>>30946972
>[ ] Pun Warfare.

>>30946972
>[ ] Pun Warfare.
>[ ] Be the superior Robin.
>[ ] Crazy.
Not reason we can't be all three at once.

>[ ] Pun warfare
>[ ] Be the superior Robin

“What are you doing here?” Tim accuses me viciously from somewhere in the smoke. I think he might still be upset about the time I stabbed him with a batarang in the chest.

“Chill it little bird,” I tell him back as I freeze another gangster. “I'm here to make sure Gotham keeps cool while Batman is out of town.”

The sound of gunfire is filling the factory, and feathers from old fashioned mattresses begin to fly. To my left I hear the Tim knocking a man out with his staff, while I pop a man with my elbow. “You tried to piss in my cheerios last time.”

“I actually just drank all of Batman's beer and really had to go. I had no idea those were yours,” I defend myself. “Besides, no one likes plain cheerios. I think you need to cool it.”

“You're such a dick,” The third Robin told me. From what I could tell, he was right behind me now.

I shrugged as I got another owl masked criminal. “That's Nightwing. I'm a pretty Ice Guy.”

[ ] Puns
[ ] Freeze Tim
[ ] Jet Pack out
[ ] Crazy

>>30947251
A, B, and C, but not D.

>>30947251
ALL OF THE ABOVE!

>>30947251
Puns, then jetpack away.

MORE PUNS

>>30947251
>[ ] Jet Pack out

>>30947251
>[ ] Puns
>[ ] Crazy
>[ ] Jet Pack out
>[ ] Freeze Tim
This order sounds alright.

>>30947342
I get back to back with him while keeping up the frozen shots. “Let it go. Where's Dick. I need to find Dick,” I tell him quiet enough that I can't be heard over the gun fire. You'd think after all those rounds being fired, they'd have hit one of us by now. I'm just too good.

“He's off with Oracle at the moment,” Tim says as he bat rappels away. Why was he running away. The sound of an explosion and me flying across the room into a mattress pile answered me. When did they get a fucking rocket launcher?

“You'll never shut down the Night Birds!” Some big thug announces as he takes aim again.

“I'm putting you on ice!” I counter, raising a steady hand. Funny thing about dying and barely restrained murderous rage. They really kill any sense of pain in the body. The gangster didn't even have the common courtesy to laugh at my wittyness. Or it could be he's a solid hunk of ice. Man, Bruce is going to be pissed when he finds all these frozen bad guys. I'll blame it on Mr. Freeze. “What's he want with Firecrotch #1? #2 back in space again?”

“He got invited to girls night.”

“And I'm out,” I declare. How dare those bitches have a party without me, I'm clearly the prettiest. The Jetpack still works enough to send me flying back through the skylights, and up into the moonless night sky.

[ ] Girls Night with Dick.
[ ] Pin the Blame on Freeze.
[ ] Strip Club.

Girls' night with dick at the strip club

>>30947560
Pin the blame on freeze.

>>30947560
>“And I'm out,” I declare. How dare those bitches have a party without me, I'm clearly the prettiest.
ok i laughed hard at this
>[X] Girls Night with Dick.

The way you're writing you would have been better off with Deadpool quest.

>>30947560
>[ ] Girls Night with Dick.

>>30947705
You mean that wasn't deadpool in the OP image?

>[X] Girls Night with Dick.

>>30947560
>[ ] Girls Night with Dick.

Give the girls the D. Your D, not Dick.

>>30947689
“Diiiiiiiiiiick!” I cry at the top of ,my lungs. The skylight gave way under my highspeed not crash into the clock tower. Why did a clock tower have a skylight? The gargoyles made sense, but I don't understand it. Inside, I find a sight so dark it sickened me. There Dick was, grinding on a pole with naught but his BatThong on, while Cassandra, firecrotch #1, and some blonde girl were making it rain.

I knew I had to rescue Dick in an instant. Without bothering to stop, I swoop down and grab Dick from under his shoulders, then reverse my direction. Dick secure, I fly away from the endless wallets of those harlot at fast as I could on my stolen screaming metal death trap.

“Jason? What the fuck! What are you doing here?” Dick was clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome, the poor bastard.

“I've got to show you something!” I scream so he can hear me over the wind.

Dick grew serious as soon as he understood what I had said. “Did the Night Owls plant the bomb on the bridge like Tim thought? What do I need to see?”

“A whole new world!” I sing him the serenade of my people.

[ ] Disney up in the motherfucker.
[ ] Serious up, you're the god damn Red Hood
[ ] Romantic Night killing criminals.
[ ] Bromance

>>30947851
[ ] Disney up in this motherfucker

>>30947851
>[ ] Disney up in the motherfucker.

motherfucking disney

>>30947851
[X] Disney up in the motherfucker.

>>30947875
“Jason stop this.”

“-shinning, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, Dick, when did you last let your heart decide?”

“I know you were brain dead for five years and all, but you're acting like an idiot.”

“-sideways and under, on a magic carpet ride.”

“Are you on a drugs?”

Like I'd ever do something stupid like that. I'm a god damn genius, not a-

Oh shit that's right that I got hit with a tranquilizer today on my way to Gotham.

“That's a possibility.”

[ ] Bromance.
[ ] Detective
[ ] Drug Induced Rampage.

>>30948042
>[ ] Drug Induced Rampage.
what could go wrong?

BROMANCE

>>30948042
>[ ] Bromance.

>>30948042
>DRUG INDUCED RAMPAGE

>>30948042
>Drug Induced Rampage.

>>30948042
[X] Bromance

>>30948042
[ ] Bromance.

>>30948042
DUG INDUCED RAMAGE

>>30948042
How did this happen. The memory, it's so hazy. This is going to be one cheap flashback. I don't think I can afford color for this one.

I was speeding down to Gotham this morning. Bruce was off in the Omega Sector, fighting the ultimate secret form of the final super infinite crises of all reality for the reals this time, and I figured I could go home without running into him. Then... a clown car. A clown car with fifty henchmen, each firing bazookas, throwing pies, and firing guns at me. I evaded all of them, until my car hit a bannana peel thrown by one of them. I spun out, and rolled my ride. Then... the Joker!

I let out a roar of rage as I remember his scarred face looking down at my face. He said something about all Red Hoods needing... Yeah, needing to lighten up. Said we were a secret club, and now I needed to take the next step like he did. Then he gave me a syrnge full of something to make me sane. Sane like him.

I nearly drop Dick as I spasm with rage. “Rampage!” I yell, diving towards the nearest abandoned warehouse. I leave Dick out by the nearest gargoyle and dive into the warehouse with my guns blazing. Looks like the Penguin's inside, judging from all the birds and tuxedo sporting henchmen.

I don't stop firing till I'm out of bullets, and my throats raw from yelling rampage as loud as I can.

[ ] Dick
[ ] Joker/Crowbar OTP
[ ] Angst

>>30948302
>Joker/Crowbar OTP

>>30948302
>[X] Angst
its time, shit has hit the fan, you need to brood jason, or your gonna go joker levels of nuts.

>>30948302
It wouldn't be a comic otherwise without Angst
Thanks for doing this op best quest on /tg/

>>30948302
>[ ] Angst

>>30948302
Bruce always taught me the best way to brood was atop a large building in the rain. The skies were clear tonight, so I have to modify the freeze ray a bit to make the scene work, but I think it looked al- fuck, there I am going meta. Think Jason, what would Batman do?

I conjure the darkest images of my life I can, and how the Joker threatens to destroy me again. My mother, selling me out to the homicidal comedian to cover her embezzling. Me, shielding her with my body all the same. Waking in a coffin, and clawing my way out till my hands turn raw and bloody. The joker, still alive. Finding Tim has replaced me. No vengeance, no justice, not for me. Only for his parents, not for me. The poor little street rat who dared the fly. I thought being Robin gave me magic once. Now, I know it only fated me to a cold, harsh life that didn't end even with my own bloody death.

The feelings of darkness and despair numb me, not even a knife could cut me now. The fulfillment in myself as the most realistic super hero helps me push back the tide of Joker super venom. What now.

[ ] Don the Cowl. Become the Knight.
[ ] Destroy all Clowns.
[ ] Work on an antidote.
[ ] ….Try to work with the family.

>>30948600
>[X] Don the Cowl. Become the Knight.
i just want to see this just to see what the crap bruce would even try to do if he saw that.

>>30948600

[X] work on antidote

this thing might kill us best to get rid of it as soon as possible then go back to the girls

>>30948600
>[x]Cowl

BECOME THE BAT

>>30948600
>[X] Don the Cowl. Become the Knight.

>>30948600
>[ ] Don the Cowl. Become the Knight.

>>30948600
[X] ….Try to work with the family.
also you have a chance to not fuck this up Jason, so go fix your family relationship cause holy hell man.

>>30948600
Try to work with the family.

>>30948600
I am the night.

I am vengeance.

I

Am

BATMAN!


The look Alfred is giving me a look that says something, but man, between the drugs, the crowbar brain damage, and being dead for five year I can not read that butler anymore. The batcave is a hell of a lot warmer in the batsuit, and I think this version is a good fit for me. Dick had to slim down his suit since he has such a slimmer body than me. All those taught, toned models. Not a single trace of fat on his body. Clearly this is a sign I'm meant to be his future heir as Batman. What now?

>>30948774
proceed to do what batman does, kick villains collective asses and throw them in jail, even if you don't like it, thats how batman works yo.

>>30948774
We need new awesome sidekicks as the new batman. See if Cassandra Cain is still available?

>>30948774

Brood on gargoyle

call gargoyle peter

>>30948825
There's good news and bad news. I've taken Tim as my sidekick. He has mixed feelings on the matter. On one hand, he gets to be Robin again, on the other hand he's my sidekick. I need to keep an eye on him, and protect his chastity from that Cassandra Harlot. God only knows what Gotham would do if I failed in my task.

Tim's still a rather good detective as it turned out. It almost makes up for his inability to fight. It doesn't however make him near as good a Robin as I once was, but that's his sad fate. So far we've pulverized up the Penguin, beat up Bane, and stop Mr. Freeze cold. “Jason untie me now,” My malodorous mallard named sidekick called from his rope bindings.

“What's that old chum? I can't hear you over the sound of your refusal to acknowledge my superiority as both Robin /and/ Batman.”

“We need to stop the Owl Gang from blowing up Wayne Bridge you giant tool! And you're not Batman!”

“Are you dense? Are you retarded? I'm the god damn Batman!” I growled back in his face with an unearthly tone. The look of horror on his face is worth the years I spent learning how to speak from Death.

[ ] Joker
[ ] Owl Gang
[ ] Light the Beacon, Batman calls for Aid.

>>30949036
>[ ] Owl Gang

>>30949036
>[ ] Owl Gang

>>30949036
Joker

>>30949036

[X] Light the Beacon, Batman calls for Aid.

captcha watch-tower speltmr

captcha has spoken

>>30949036
>Light the Beacon, Batman calls for Aid

>>30949036
[x]Owl Gang

>>30949073
>>30949100
With great reluctance I agreed to help the boy wonder with his homework from the inferior Batman. It would give me excellent brooding subject matter latter so I could keep my strength up for the inevitable fight with Joker on a flaming dirigible.

“My young sidekick, I have a question for you,” I asked the still bound Timothy as we flew across the city in the batjet.

The boy answered flatly, “What.”

“What's with all the sky lights, gargoyles, abandoned factories and dirigibles in Gotham? I thought those were unsafe and uneconomical.”

“Wayne corporation helped renovate the city. All part of one of the REAL Batman's master plans,” He explained. Made as much sense as anything else I suppose. Sometimes I think Bruce is just plain batty.

“What's this Owl Gang anyways?”

“They're lead by blah blah blah Nero Von Voylach blah blah blah kidnapping, murder, extortion, blah blah blah, bomb at midnight, blah blah blah, angst and brooding, blah blah....” I don't pay too much attention, I'm busy brooding about this Joken Venom thing.

As we approach Wayne Bridge, the scanners pick up some sort of explosive device on the underside of the bridge, and several life forms around it.

[ ] Nightmare Zone
[ ] Guns and Rampage
[ ] It's a trap.
[ ] Crazy

Rolled 12

>>30949036
>“Are you dense? Are you retarded? I'm the god damn Batman!”

Can't argue with that logic.

>[x] Light the Beacon, Batman calls for Aid.

>>30949240

[X] Crazy

go with what we know best

Rolled 6

>>30949240
>[x] Nightmare Zone

RRIIIDDEEE INTO THE NIGHTMARE ZONE!

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>>30949240
>>30949240
[ ] Nightmare Zone

>>30949240
[x]just completely batshit insane, actually to the point where even tim realizes theres something fucking wrong going on here.

>>30949240
>[ ] Nightmare Zone

No idea what it is, but Nightmare Zone

>Nightmare zone.

That's not a sound as I stealth the Batjet. Tim's released with a cut of my batarang, and I slip out of the hovering vehicle into darkness. The line of my batline swings me across to the bridge's underside. It's normally reserved for repair operations and other delicate things that can't be done on the busy surface. A sprint takes me to a shadowy corner to spy on the victims. Five thugs in fine pinstripe suits, all sporting full automatic weaponry and owl masks. They're gathering outside a doorway to the bridge operation suite. Wayne bridge was the first retractable bridge in the entire state, making it a historic location that was vital to the harbor trade. My eyes glare at the thugs from underneath my white lensed cowl.

“You think this will work Charlie?” One of the men, fatter than the rest asks.

“Of course it will. Batman's in fucking space, no one here to stop us,” Charlie answers his chubby friend. They're wrong. Dead wrong.

Wrrrrrrry! An earsplitting scream punctures the night silence. The five make a perimeter around the doorway, each with their backs to each other. The chubby one from before is the most spooked, and he's already showing the signs of shock with his pale skin and the shaky grip of his weapon. A whipcrack sound erupts from the darkness as a cord wrapped around his legs and pulled tight. The man dropped his weapon as he fell to the ground. “Help! Help!” The owlpigman scream in a pitch that could shatter glass. He was dragged into darkness clawing on the ground with bloody fingers.

“I thought you said the bat was in space!” A tall, young man calls out to Charlie. His eyes are wide with fear and his voiced cracked. He couldn't have been older than nineteen.

“He is you fucking idiot, it's just that Red Robin punk,” Charlie asserts. Charlie looksfor a glimmer of red in vain. There's no Robin tonight, just me.

>>30949512

Start shouting "SWEAR TO MEEE!!" and you proceed with the Nightmare Zone

Start asking him where the drugs are

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>>30949512
"I AM THE NNNIIIIIIIIIGHTT!"

>>30949512
Another man disappears into the air without a word, lifted from the ground by shadows. The tall skinny teen lets loose a yelp when they finally realize he's gone a minute later. In a panic the boy lets loose with his gun. Hundreds of rounds fire at machinegun rate, and keep clicking until the kid was out of ammo. “Jesus Christ Tommy, calm down! One of those ricochets could have killed us!”

“B-b-b-b-b-but but the Bat- but the batman-” Tommy tries to stutter out.

“Batman doesn't kill, he has rules.” Charlie tells his remaining two partners. His fear was obvious. It sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything. The lights went out above them and shrouding them with darkness. “Fuck, I can't see shit.”

Tommy wrestles with his suit to get another drum of ammunition into his gun. The panicing boy drops it and drops to the ground in a desperate search. The silent man, average build, and forgetting feature tries to keep his sector of fire. He only needs to be disarmed him. It takes three moves and two second to shatter his spine. He can't even scream before the shock knocks him out. The sound of his body hitting the ground has Tommy spooked. He runs away as fast as his legs can take him. Red Robin will get him.

>>30949659
“I'm not scared of you!” Charlie yells into the night. His words are punctuated by by machinegun fire. Each burst briefly illuminates the area, acting like a strobe light that's more dangerous to him than anyone else right now. “I'm not scared of-” A chop to the throat silences him. He's bent over, gasping for air. A knee to the face knocks him backwards as blood fills the air. A second later the air is knocked out of his lungs by an elbow to the sternum.

He has a few moments to collect himself before the next step. Charlie's dropped his machinegun, but he's got a pistol in his suit that he draws before running off. The chase lasts only for a couple seconds when his knee cap is kicked in. The old gangster drops to the ground while tears fill his eyes. It's a pathetic sight, watching a man cry in pain like that. Batman's cowled hand grabbed his other leg and dragged him to the edge of the bridge. “Stop please! You can't do this! You're the good guy! You're Batman!”

“I'm vengeance,” I tell him as I throw him off the edge of the bridge.

>>30949674
f course Red Robin would save him. The boy wonder caught him with a rappel line at the last second, and I hope for the first second Tim didn't account for the whiplash. Of course he did, he's a god damn genius. Red Robin pulled him up and began emergency care, all the while glaring at me.

“That's not how this works,” Tim said darkly. He's shaken by something he's seen.

“Get to work Robin, we've got lives to save,” I order him, regardless of his feelings. I'm a natural at Batman.

We take off towards the bridge operations room, were we find a giant bomb inside. How where these Owl guys supposed to get paid if the bomb went off right next to them?

[ ] Disarm the bomb
[ ] Runaway
[ ] Rise
[ ] Crazy

>>30949707

[x] Disarm the Bomb > [x] Rise

>>30949707
[X]Disarm the bomb
[X]Rise

>>30949707
>[ ] Disarm the bomb

>>30949707
[x] Disarm the Bomb using your 'Rise'

Roll 1d100 to disarm the bomb.

Rolled 21

>>30949771

FOR VENGEANCE

Rolled 50

>>30949771

Rolled 67

>>30949771
crazy disarm

Rolled 86

>>30949771

Suck on my Nat 100.

>>30949780
Now I've never extensively (or at all really) studied nuclear bombs aside from that one sad week post rebirth. I did however study extensively under the world's best illegal bomb manufactured courtesy of Talia's endless wallet. Tim might have known a little bit better, but I had the skills to back it up. In the end, it came down to one immutable fact: cut the red wire.

03....

“You can do it Jason!” Tim cheered me on.

02....

I actually figured out how to defuse the bomb like thirty seconds ago. Now I was just waiting for drama, really.

01.....

SNIP!

We both let loose a sigh of relief, his much more genuine than mine.

“And once again, the day is saved, thanks to Batman, and Robin, the Boy Wond- Don't fucking punch me you little shit, I'm holding the wires to a nuclear bomb!”

THE END

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Rolled 49

>>30949852
legit, nice quest

>>30949852
>Don't fucking punch me you little shit, I'm holding the wires to a nuclear bomb!
jesus christ that was great
next thread when?

>>30949917
Maybe tomorrow, I'm still trying to get a hold of how to write Jason. If I keep going with him, Maximum snark I think.

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>>30949937
>Damn it Jason, help me out here!
>.....
>Jason!
>......
>...Batman.
>Sorry, wasn't listening. What is it Boy Wonder?

anyone gonna archive?

>>30947705
>>30947724
Funnily enough, DC has more "Deadpools" than Marvel.

>Lobo
>Joker
>Red Hood

>>30949852
You have a mused me this day, good sir.
May all your days be pleasant.