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They should give me the power to blow up homophobes with my mind, I think
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Dead internet theory doesn't really feel like a theory sometimes
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Walked along the sand dunes of the Sahara desert for 40 days and 40 nights with nothing but a pack of Newports and a fifth of Henny. I really do this shit
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This time, Hayden would do it. For sure. During her travels with Captain Marvel she’d experienced a few means of teleportation -- Zeta tubes, Shazam mumbo jumbo, and a smattering of other magical means of movement. But, still, she had never seen it, the moment of transposition. The interiors of the Zeta tubes were always too bright for her to watch as they transported; and the lion’s share of the other means would apparently melt a mere mortal’s brain into clam chowder upon simple observation.

It was one of the things on Hayden’s bucket list, the one she started with scratches on the floor of her former cage, and one that only swelled as her experiences broadened. A list of perfect places and staggering sights -- to see the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, to visit Dinosaur Island, to witness the very moment of instant transport. What would it look like? Conor and Julian’s device smacked of opportunity, to see it before her very eyes… Eyes that were starting to itch.

She kept them open, regardless, as Julian rattled off the teleporter specs and how many teraflops or whozit-whatsits it had. The squad lineup passed her by as she focused on keeping her eyelids peeled back, demanding her saurid eyes didn’t miss the magical moment of transition. There’d be time to see who she was deployed with at the bank, certainly.

Her eyes begged for relief. A quick blink to quell the budding tears in her eyes… Maybe she could chance it, just one. Julian had a way of going on, and on, and on…

Hayden closed her eyes and opened them somewhere else.

Damnit.” Dino-Man squeezed his gloved fists. Another chance to see something otherworldly, gone. And Julian had sent the fossilized crime-fighter to the Precinct, away from the real action. Dino-Man made a mental note to turn all of Julian’s tools into a deluge of diminutive dromiceiomimus and make him chase them around the penthouse. But that would have to wait. There were hostages to save, and he could tell the other team was already getting into action.

The impressions from his network of paper dinosaurs were already washing over him, the scent of adrenaline and the faintest copper tang of blood -- the enemy’s, Hayden hoped.

“Someone take out the gunmen”, Gabi said, cracking Hayden’s focus, “I’ve got the big guy.”

“I can handle a few peashooters, leave ‘em to me! I got this!” Hayden yelled. Hopefully the others would go help Gabi and leave him to his own devices, except for Roy, perhaps. A colorful distraction that wasn’t half bad on the eyes couldn’t hurt…

Besides, Gabi might need the backup. Since he didn’t have the ability, Dino-Man didn’t quite understand it himself, but the scaling on superstrength was weird. Red was one of the biggest, toughest guys Hayden had ever met, but Gabi could probably punt him like a football -- and who’s to say this goon couldn’t do the same to her? Gabi was a tough cookie, but the prospect of seeing that cookie crumble set her stomach into further dis-ease.

Hayden approached a pair of desks on the bullpen floor of tanned and rusted metal. Whether they were fused together at production or from years of wear and heat was anyone’s guess, but right now they were exactly what he needed.

Dino-Man placed his palms on the metal and concentrated. Something big and brawny, as muscular as Red but as durable as Johnny’s armor. Something that could eat lead and keep going ahead. The dinosaur’s form began to coalesce as sweat beaded beneath Hayden’s mask.

The desks groaned as they twisted and changed, metal scrunching itself into an armored plate with dull, bony spikes protruding around the sides. The surface of the plate lurched forward, defining a snout and a face as the remaining metal folded itself into a chest cavity.

And there it was, a full metal triceratops. Hayden’s hair was damp in his mask, pressed tight against his skull. He ignored the beads of sweat beginning to leak down his face and out the suit’s orifices as he mounted the steel saurid. The triceratops let out an acknowledging bleat as Hayden sidled closer to its head. By sitting far enough ahead, and crouching just a little, he could protect his whole body from the bullets behind the shield of the dino.

“Dial 1-800-DINO-MAN if you need more backup!” he shouted after Gabi. He dug his heels into the triceratops’ sides, “c’mon, boy, we have some fools to foil!”
How do you make a living, Hound? Out of interest.


He is the protector of K'un Lun, The Immortal Iron Fist... So I guess a Security Guard, you could say.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
F L A S H


B A R R Y A L L E N 3 2 C E N T R A L C I T Y J U S T I C E L E A G U E
C H A R A C T E R B A C K G R O U N D:


"Don't worry, Barry. Zoom will teach you."

Barry Allen has never been able to slow down -- and he's still not fast enough. Not fast enough to save his Mother, without the speed to be there for Iris, and not quick enough to save Pietro Maximoff from himself.

Barry has undergone much of the standard Flash origins, the death of his mother at the hands of the Reverse Flash, his life with the West family, and the lab accident that would transform him into the one and only scarlet speedster, The Flash.

In this iteration, The Flash is close friends with Pietro Maximoff, a fellow officer at CCPD who revealed his mutancy to Barry after deducing the fellow officer was, in fact, The Flash. Inspired by Barry's then-month of antics as Central City's red streak. The badge was hardly enough to contain Pietro's ambition, and he would join The Flash on the scene as the hero Quicksilver.

With the tutelage of the previous Flash, Jay Garrick, the speedsters scarlet and silver would battle all manner of metahumans, mutants, and madcap scientists across Central City. From Captains Cold and Boomerang to the dastardly pair of Weather Wizard and Whirlwind, Barry and Pietro kept the city safe and were, for a time, awarded with idyllic lives. Pietro rising in the ranks of CCPD, and Barry finding love with his childhood friend Iris West.

Things would change with the re-emergence of the Reverse Flash. Faster than Quicksilver and Flash put together, it would take weeks of training and the combined efforts of all three of Central City's speedsters and the local branch of STAR Labs to defeat the man in yellow, and send him back in the timestream from whence he came. But Barry's speed now sat differently in his body; as fast as he and Pietro had become in their training, Barry was only getting faster.

The faster Barry became, the harder and harder it was to slow down. Seconds long quips around the office water cooler stretched into minutes and hours; even Pietro was falling behind. At a point, the other speedster might as well have been as slow as anyone else.

Pietro grew envious of Barry's speed, and sought out the X-Men for further, specialized training as a mutant. During this time, Barry became Central City's sole protector, with the occasional assist from Garrick or other heroes. His work as The Flash was the one thing keeping him sane, zipping to punch bank robbers and save cats from trees in-between the beats of conversations wherever he could, sparing his undivided attention almost exclusively for Iris. As long as it took for Barry to understand even her simplest words, he hung on them, an anchor to a less tumultuous time in his life.

Everything changed on Pietro's last mission with the X-Men, learning of his true parentage: he was the spawn of Magneto, leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants. Believing Magneto could lead him to the speed he desired, Pietro turned on the X-Men, becoming a zealous believer in Magneto's cause. In his father's world, Pietro could be the fastest mutant alive.

Despite Pietro's dreams, his hopes were dashed by Barry's intervention. Alongside the X-Men, The Flash defeated The Brotherhood, putting Magneto behind bars as Pietro disappeared to the four winds.

Barry would grow faster still, now able to approach lightspeed, he had all the time in the world; yet, still, less and less for Iris. Barry abandoned his job at the CCPD at dedicated himself to full time crimefighting, never slowing for an instant, zipping across the the country to solve problems wherever he was needed.

Achieving such phenomenal speeds, Barry learned of the Speed Force, as well as its self-appointed expert and guardian, Professor Zoom. Under Zoom, Barry would break the barriers of light and time, becoming one of Earth's most powerful heroes, and facing off once more against Eobard Thawne, this time within the confines of the speedforce. Barry emerged victorious, but his challenges were far from over.

Zoom had another pupil. The Rival, a black clad speedster spoken of only in rumor. The Flash would clash with The Rival in his now worldwide sprints, in sparks of black and red too fast for even Superman to follow -- The Rival was, in all Barry's years, the only man to ever truly keep up with him. Everything fell to the wayside in Barry's life. There was no Justice League, no X-Men, no Iris: only the threat of The Rival, approaching over the horizon.

In their final battle, The Rival unmasked himself: he was Pietro. Using a combination of the experimental drug Velocity 9, his personal notes on Barry's accident, a mysterious benefactor, and the blood of countless other speedsters, Pietro had finally achieved the speed he so desired.

In their pitched battle, Pietro was able to leverage his newfound command over the Speedforce to sever Barry's connection to it -- before the other speedster disappeared, without a trace.

Barry now finds himself on Mojoworld, significantly slower than he should be, relying exclusively on his biological speed. For the first time in his ten years as The Flash, Barry has been forced to slow down and reflect. Through each of Mojo's trials, barry reflects on what he's lost in his pursuit of the speedforce: his career, his allies, his closest friend, and the love of his life.

W O R L D B A C K G R O U N D:

Not a lot to say on the world background here: this is a pretty standard Marvel/DC One Universe setting that integrates the two universes quite closely with one another. The most major change is Pietro's inclusion, both as Flash's ally and as his enemy.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

-Leaving current his speed limit pretty unspecific for the time being. Figure it'll just scale appropriately to the strength of the accepted party.

-In case its not clear completely from the bio, I'd like to make it crystal that this version of Barry cannot slow down his perspective once he begins tapping into the Speedforce. To access it is, fundamentally, to tie himself to a life in the fast lane.

-There's an implication in there that The Rival is working with Mojo -- I leave it up to the GM to decide whether this is actually the case.
A FISTFUL OF KETCHUP


I am Batman’s arch nemesis.

Me -- Mitchell Mayo. Don’t let the clowns or the birds or owls tell you any different. There’s only one game in Gotham that isn’t a crock of tartar sauce, and I’m through waiting for the rest of the city’s pest-o’s to ketchup.

Criminals in this city will a-salt the Bat with everything they got: pepper him with bullets, try to barbecue that pointy-eared head; someone even mustard the courage to get in there and break his back. But the Bat always ends up on top. These galooks are in a jam, if you ask me. New guy thinks he has a big dill plan and gets his goons into the same pickle, and then they get to spend the next few months chili-ing out in Arkham.

Not me. Now, you’re a-dressing The Condiment King, the man that knows Batman’s true weakness! Superman has kryptonite. Martian Manhunter can’t soy-vive a fire -- and Batman? Really, it’s as simple as yum yum sauce.

He’s weak to sauce. They tell me I’m crazy -- too much honey in my mustard, or something -- but I’ve seen it. Bat leaves the mask open at the bottom so you can’t miso what he’s feeling. He wants you to see that grim, square, serious jaw right before he sends you to the hospital with all manner of aioli-ments.

I can tell from the way he mayo-ntains focus on my condiment applicators. The horrible way his mouth curls, like he’s just taken a spoonful of vegemite. He knows I’m getting close, that soon I will unlock the special sauce that he fears most. The corners of his mouth struggle as I bring out the curry-worst weapons in my delectable depot of destruction. The tang of tabasco and the cutting chutney, as soon as I reach the right combination he’ll be sleeping with the fish sauces. Each time we have done battle, I see it on his face:

A haunting smile -- syrup-titiously trying to hide his fear, the emotion bubbling up inside... I relish it.
[X] - Zhang Hae-Sung (The Keyboard Wizard)
Technically a half hour after deadline... But who's counting?





So I should note that both of these characters fill very similar archetypes as super scientists. Ryan is still wet behind the ears, while Barry has grown much more world weary. Whichever fits the final team better is, of course, @Retired's to decide.
Hayden’s stomach gurgled, still unsatisfied as the rest of the team situated themselves around the ultrawide television screen. She brought her knees to her chest, sitting beside Cece on the couch, and contented herself with looking at the screen. It was one of the amenities Julian had really invested in, at Hayden’s insistence. In Doctor Sivana’s lab, all she had was an old boob-tube CRT that had seen too many years and too many hairline fractures across its rippling screen. That, and a soggy cardboard box full of the same VHS tapes that only worked some of the time -- Jurassic Park and The Land Before Time were the most reliable, fortunately.

But here, Julian had spared no expense. They had surround sound that made Hayden feel like she was in the movie, with dino roars and Ric Brucesson’s dulcet tones filling her ears and her whole body. In the lab, the TV was an escape, an excuse to mouth along the words she’d heard a hundred times with Doctors Grant and Sattler and ignore the rattling screams emanating from the rest of the laboratory. Here it was a little slice of heaven, a chance to get swallowed up by the gentle couch fabric and enjoy the company of friends who were much less likely to stick her with a needle of patent-pending super-juice.

Mostly friends, anyway. To Hayden’s mind, friends had to be equals, partners, in a way. Otherwise you were just showing your pity for the creature in the cage, and Hayden had already gotten plenty of that from Captain Marvel. It was a perspective she was increasingly certain most of the team didn’t share -- the way Hana’s eyes passed over her and her dissected nuggets as she skirted around what exactly 7 Minutes In Heaven meant, the way half of the team pestered Jules about her inclusion in the first place, and especially the way they pretended they were being all sly about it. Even the way Cee tousled her hair set Hayden’s fingernails to dig into her own palms. I’m not five, she wanted to scream.

Then Skeets, the golden butler-bot windled into the tower, uncertain on his own thrusters. He hardly started babbling about his mission before Hayden disappeared from the couch, zipping between team members and bounding for her room.

She tore apart her box of dino nuggets as she ran, wordlessly dropping cardboard scraps in her wake that curled and folded themselves into the shapes of miniature dinosaurs. They would each take the form of a team member’s favorite dinosaur (or stated least favorite, in Julian’s case) and go to them, tugging on their pant leg or otherwise working their way into pockets or riding atop shoulders. It was rough at best, a pale imitation of Eilidh’s ability, but it was a way to get a sense of the team, vague impressions and feelings even from a battlefield away… When it worked. If nothing else, the cardboard dinos were good luck charms.

“Mission time, hell yeah!” She said breathlessly to Red as she twirled past him and gave him a slap on the shoulder, passing on a papercraft T-Rex. Past him and a dozen feet down the hallway she tore into her room, banging the already open door against the crack forming in her wall for the umpteenth time. She bounced over her otherwise plain claw-scarred bedspread (it had originally been dinosaur themed too, but a few sleeping transformations had now turned three sets of sheets to ribbons) and crashed into the pile of mostly clean clothes that constituted her wardrobe.

She scattered her clothes to the four winds searching for her costume, already kicking her way out of her jeans in anticipation. If she got ready fast enough, she reasoned, Julian wouldn’t have the heart to try and kick her off the mission. Finally, her mitts closed around the kevlar-scales that covered the fabric of her Dino-Man outfit. Go time.

This suit was the same as the one she had always worn, but this time with kevlar weave of Julian’s design instead of plain fabric, now that Captain Marvel wasn’t around to take bullets for her. As a plus, it could stretch to accommodate her transformations, or at least the most reasonable ones. It was, as the color-scheme-picker website had dubbed them, cretaceous blue and a fierce jurassic green, plated over with anti-stab scales of the same color that formed the structure of the costume. She wore a domino mask, but without the typical white microfilament that hid the wearer's baby blues. Instead, if you looked into Hayden’s eyes, a pair of slit saurid pupils looked back at you.

Roy was already in costume when she returned -- she must’ve lost time digging through t-shirt mountain. She looked his costume up and down. It was Roy’s own handiwork, an impressive construction of brilliant color that put the childish simplicity of her costume to shame. Her cheeks flared with red as she admired the tones in his costume, the way his shoulders curved like a taut bow, how his ‘Rainbow Raider’ voice sounded so much deeper...

“Fear not, raider of rainbows, Dino-Man is here to back you up!” She proclaimed, voice cracking as she tried to match Roy’s depth and bombast. She remembered herself and a hand came up to hide her blush, but she peeked back through her fingers at Roy.

There was flash across her mind and a warmth against her ankle. She looked down to find a cardboard dilophosaurus circling her feet, looking up to its master for guidance.

“Aw, did Hana leave you behind, little guy?” She said, scooping it into her cupped palms, “I guess you ride with Dino-Man today.”


Apologies for no dinosaur themed posts -- my power got knocked out a week ago, and until just today I was swamped with finals. But now that's all settled, so I should get a post out (and catch up!) in the next few days.
<Snipped quote by Natty>

When not specified, I always default to the cartoon lineup of Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, Raven and Beast Boy. But it'd be cool to have them be made up of Nightwing, Aqualad, Red Arrow, Troia, Starfire, Raven, Cyborg and Beast Boy. Maybe a few others to put them on a more equal footing with us.


My assumption has been that the Titans here are more or less the Young Justice team that appears in the show, but with the Titans title.
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