[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4MqAWOH.png[/img][/center] [center][i]earlier...[/i][/center] When the team separated to prepare for the upcoming undercover mission, Black Canary called out to Quiver. He held back while the others dispersed, curious as to what it was he was about to be scolded for. Or perhaps he'd be getting additional instructions related to helping "coach" the others in being a different person. He meant what he had said, he didn't have much in terms of alternate gear to be this assassin villain version of himself. He had given up that life a long while ago - or rather, he was rescued by that lifestyle from the Bat-Family. Primarily Nightwing and Robin. Dick and Tim had been temporary big brothers to Quiver. He hadn't had much of a chance to spend time with them lately, though he still exchanged the occasional phone call or text with Tim, curious over what kind of trouble he was getting into while working Star City. He was surprised that what Black Canary wanted was to pass along a gift from Nightwing. Apparently it was already waiting for him back in his quarters. What he saw when he arrived was a Haliburton style silver and black case. Not too dissimilar from a Haliburton. Curious, Quiver clicked the dual-release buttons to open it. The first thing he saw was an envelope. "WILL" It said in Dick Grayson's shite handwriting. He opened it and skimmed it's contents. [b]"RT and BC let me know you guys were heading undercover for this next one. I hope you don't mind I thought I'd send this over your way. Consider it a gift. We've all had to go undercover once or twice, and Batman taught me it was always good to have an alter-ego you can rely on to live a dual life in the underworld. This one was mine, but I think it should fit you nicely, should you need it."[/b] Quiver saw beneath the envelope was a full on suit... [hider=My Hider] [center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/the-young-justice-league/images/e/ea/Red_X.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150510114928[/img][/center] [/hider] --- [center][i]now...[/i][/center] Quiver, decked out head to toe in Nightwing's "gift" of the Red X identity, stood just outside the periphery of Bulwark and Fulgora. He could hear that Rain was already deep inside the headspace of his persona, utilizing an (admittedly) convincing accent. It was good that he was opting to be the loud brash one. Quiver knew that always with these groups of mercenary types, there was always the over-confident bruiser. Rain was playing his role well. In his Red X gear, Quiver didn't have to worry about his voice or accent. The mask had a built in voice modulator, giving the wearer a sort of scrambled distorted version of the sound of their own voice. For Quiver, he would be clinical. Cold. Focused solely on getting "the bag." Or the Target. Whatever the case may be. Still, he approached cautiously and carefully, intensely aware of the nigh-considerable danger she posed not just to the mission proper, but potentially to each of their own identities, as well as the League. She already held quite the hand in this card game of fate. Quiv-I mean "Red X" took a moment to take in the visage of this tentative and dangerous ally. He was surprised by what he saw, but did his best to seem non-plussed by her appearance. She was undoubtedly used to having eyes pointed at her. Her outfit was flashy, standout, and practical, demanding a sort of dangerous attention. Red X knew she would fit in perfectly among the villainous people they were to spend the regal evening with. Red X took in the sight of her - the feathered hat, the blood red cloak. He couldn't help but think she would just fit into one of Dumas' novels. Like a violent and femme fatale version of D'artagnan. Beautiful and deadly. [hider=My Hider] [center][img]https://media.tenor.com/cAW6dIRRnqwAAAAM/red-x-squinting.gif[/img][/center] [/hider] [color=ed1c24][b]"Easy Bulwark. Watch this one. Our interests are only [i]currently[/i] aligned. Origami was connected enough to get an invite on her own terms. But us? Plus one scum."[/b][/color]