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The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

_{"On His Demon Head's Secret Service" // Part 13 // [ Dami's iPod ] // @GreenGrenade}

N E W   Y O R K

Leaving an enemy alive was a tactical error.

It allowed them to strike from behind, as this Mayo had demonstrated. That the man was incompetent was immaterial. He obviously represented a threat to the Spider-Boy. So why allow the margin of risk to remain? The wall-crawler seemed quite distressed by the implication that he ought to kill the Condiment King. But what was the use or purpose in allowing him to live?

To further complicate matters, the Spider-Boy asked his name.

Pausing, the boy thought for a moment. He hadn't been prepared for that question. Normally, his handlers prepared him with a false identity in advance of an operation, in case something like this came up. Except, he didn't have that in this case which left him unprepared to do anything aside from make it up as he went.

He should keep it simple. The more complex the lie, the harder it was the remember later. And it needed to be a name that was believable, but without any frame of reference to his own. Perhaps literature held the answer? Arthur? As in, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? Perhaps something drawn from the plays of Charles Dickens, Victor Hugo, or Anthony Munday?

"Robin," the boy uttered, fearing he'd been silent for too long. It was a moment before he made the connection himself. Robin Hood, the protagonist in a pair of plays Anthony Munday authored based on the oldest surviving ballads of Robyne the Hood.

He'd kind of pulled that out of his ass, but it was as good a name as any.

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@GreenGrenade

Writer's block has struck. Please don't wait for me. I'm going to take a break to recharge here.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Short, but a post.

I'll take it.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

_{"On His Demon Head's Secret Service" // Part 12 // [ Dami's iPod ] // @GreenGrenade}

N E W   Y O R K

Twenty million dollars?

"Well, that would buy a PlayStation," the boy mused aloud, as though contemplating just what the Spider-Boy was worth. In all honesty, with a price that high, he was surprised that the wall-crawler hadn't attracted larger game hunters. Or even the League for that matter.

One thing didn't quite sit right with the child however.

"...wait, you and another vigilante had this guy hemmed up and you allowed him to escape alive?" the boy noted aloud, looking over at the Spider-Boy with a look that bordered between skepticism and genuine confusion. How did that work? Was it supposed to be like that fishing-not-fishing stuff, where people caught fish and then released them back alive? "Wouldn't that be a tactical error?"

The first rule of fight club was there were no rules. But the second rule was that you destroyed your enemies. Left nothing that could come back and bite you, as this loser appeared to be attempting to do.

"Your abilities seem like you should have easily been able to neutralize your target without any resistance."

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@GreenGrenade

My apologies for the wait. I am just not feeling the aster today.

Damian post should be up tomorrow at the latest.

@Bounce

Yes. Yes I did. Damian post... tomorrow-ish.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

@GreenGrenade

My apologies for the wait. I am just not feeling the aster today.

Damian post should be up tomorrow at the latest.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

_{"On His Demon Head's Secret Service" // Part 11 // [ Dami's iPod ] // @GreenGrenade}

N E W   Y O R K

“Hey, who’re you calling an id– ”

Dashing low, the small boy had shot beneath the man's notice, his presence revealed in the heel that dug into the man's solar plexus. "We're having a conversation here," the child uttered, hands still tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as took the wind out of the man's lungs.

There, he'd hit him.

Straightening back up, the boy looked over at the Spider-Boy. "Hey, what's this about a price on your head?" the youth inquired curiously.

"Like, how much we talking? I've been wanting to buy a PlayStation 4..."

Was he joking? Most likely. Even so, PlayStations didn't buy themselves. And he'd blown his allowance on a new laptop. And he wasn't getting squat for the job in Gotham City. Ghuls didn't serve the League for rewards, Damian.

Bitch, whatever. Ra's al Ghul was mad rich. If the League wasn't rewarding him, then the man must have had one hell of a sugar momma.

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@GreenGrenade

Now I don't feel bad.

I was going to suggest Control Freak from the Teen Titans animated series, but then went "nah, too comical."

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@GreenGrenade

Figured I'd give us an opening for something to interject itself (random villain, news crew, etc). Otherwise, I figured we might be headed toward a Damian vs Miles fight.

_{Save that for the Plants vs Zombies tournament.}

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

_{"On His Demon Head's Secret Service" // Part 10 // [ Dami's iPod ] // @GreenGrenade}

N E W   Y O R K

Want some answers?

"-tt-" the boy uttered, a half sigh and a click of his tongue as his emerald eyes flashed up at the gangly teen. "Want some answers?" the child echoed, tossing the words back at the Spider-Boy. The sense of entitlement was grating.

"You're a guy in a mask who's already admitted to lying to a child." Did the words 'stranger danger' come to mind? "You want to know what my teachers taught me, how does 'don't talk to strangers' soun..."

The boy paused, his head cocked to one side. In a flash, he pulled the ear buds from out of his ears. The faint sound of the music from his iPod trickled out as the headphones dangled down the front of his hoodie. ♪...got me lifted feelin' so gifted... sugar how you get so fly...♪

It wasn't what he heard so much as what he didn't. As the boy's eyes scanned the park interior, it occurred to him that there was a peculiar absence of by-standers. They were out in the open in broad daylight. If Damian was looking to put a hit on the Spider-Man, he couldn't have asked for a better set up.

The same was true for someone targeting him.

"Shouldn't this park be more heavily populated at this hour?" the boy asked, without glancing back up at the Spider-Boy.

He had a bad feeling about this...