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Minerva let out a hiss as she watched the fire start, the shock of the display allowing her to let the criminal get away.

Well, not for long, but Bruce taught her to check the victim before pursuit.

“Alright?” She asked in the same clipped tone as she now walked towards Kenzie in an elegant, yet borderline robotic, motion. The talon briefly examined the woman again with a hint of what could possibly be nerves (not that Minerva would ever admit such a thing).

Her eyes briefly glanced over to the direction the man went, making sure that she knew where to follow next as she half listened for any footsteps.

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Kenzie slipped the glove over her burned hand, she still wasn't in the right headspace to actually go out without a glove over it. "It's been ten years and I can't go out without a glove." She spoke to herself. As she walked down the street she was soon pushed down an alleyway by someone before she was pushed up against a building.

"Listen I don't have much and you're messing with the wrong girl." She spoke, slightly scared but at the same time ready to fight her way out, she was a hero after all.

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Minerva stared silently, goggles not leaving the other form.

Her trained eyes moved across the other person, her body tense and prepared to strike like a feral animal, though thankfully she didn't make a move yet.

Like a snake waiting for the right time to strike as she shifted before looking around the alleyway.

Right, deesclation, just like Bruce was teaching her. This was her first solo patrol, she didn't want to fuck this up for herself.

"Who?" Her voice was clipped and raspy as she once again looked at the other woman, as if trying to figure out her intentions by looking at her.

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Kenzie slipped the glove over her burned hand, she still wasn't in the right headspace to actually go out without a glove over it. "It's been ten years and I can't go out without a glove." She spoke to herself. As she walked down the street she was soon pushed down an alleyway by someone before she was pushed up against a building.

"Listen I don't have much and you're messing with the wrong girl." She spoke, slightly scared but at the same time ready to fight her way out, she was a hero after all.

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Anakin examined the man's projector head, trying to supress the wierd feeling he got doing this since he's definetely done wierder at least he wasn't meeting force gods this time.

He pressed a few buttons on the device, trying to use whatever mechanical knowledge he had to get it to work with him for once in this war.

Force, this should not be this difficult.

Thankfully, he managed to get the holocomunicator to work as a visibly alien girl with two horn-like parts on her head soon appeared along with a much older human man.

"Anakin." The man spoke with an exasperated tone as if he dealt with this type of situation too many times.

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Anakin could already hear his master’s words ringing in his head as the land started moving closer while the ship crashed. Obi Wan would probably make a sarcastic remark about how it was another one of Anakin’s ‘happy landings’.

Though, a part of him almost wished Obi Wan was here instead of Anakin being stuck in the ship alone while it was hitting the ground hard.

Now, Anakin was stuck on some planet while Ahsoka and Obi Wan were force knows where.

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Minerva Wayne

Source: D.C. Age: 18 Species: Talon/Bruce's Clone Appearance: Djarn's Character Maker Pronouns: She/It Gender & Sexuality: Agender and Bisexual

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Backstory:

Created by Cadmus by illegally stealing the DNA of Bruce Wayne, she was experimented upon before being handed off to the Court of Owls to make her a talon assassin.

As she trained, the Court molded her mind and biology until she was a lethal killer.

She soon got a contract to kill her genetic donor, Bruce Wayne, with her stalking him for weeks and sneaking up to attack him. However, the young Talon was cocky and got captured by the man.

Bruce soon took pity on the young clone, opening his home to her and opting to break the brainwashing she went through at the hands of the Court.

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He did his best to muffle a groan as the power went out, as if he didn’t have more issues already.

Well, this wouldn’t be the first time without power, and Norman seemed to already have a plan.

With that, he watched Norman shift into some kind of strange machine. Once again, Anakin wasn’t phased by the sight in front of him. Should that say something about where he’s from? He isn’t sure anymore.

Nonetheless, he still needed to contact his padawan as he grabbed out his holodevice, holding up to the light to see if he could connect it to something.

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Anakin could already hear his master’s words ringing in his head as the land started moving closer while the ship crashed. Obi Wan would probably make a sarcastic remark about how it was another one of Anakin’s ‘happy landings’.

Though, a part of him almost wished Obi Wan was here instead of Anakin being stuck in the ship alone while it was hitting the ground hard.

Now, Anakin was stuck on some planet while Ahsoka and Obi Wan were force knows where.

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Anakin paused as his eyes instinctively looked to the sky.

He could call Obi-Wan. He should call Obi-Wan.

However, that meant likely getting the lecture that Anakin wants to avoid, so he needed to think of names.

“Ahsoka…Ahsoka Tano.” The words flew out of his month before he could stop them, but calling his fifteen year old student would potentially avoid a lecture.

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Anakin could already hear his master’s words ringing in his head as the land started moving closer while the ship crashed. Obi Wan would probably make a sarcastic remark about how it was another one of Anakin’s ‘happy landings’.

Though, a part of him almost wished Obi Wan was here instead of Anakin being stuck in the ship alone while it was hitting the ground hard.

Now, Anakin was stuck on some planet while Ahsoka and Obi Wan were force knows where.

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Jacket ‘Jack’ Quinn

Source: D.C.

Age: 17

Species: Metahuman

Appearance: Character Maker Picrew

Pronouns: Any

Gender & Sexuality: Trans Male and Pansexual

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Backstory:

Same as Thalia’s backstory, but he has a Borzoi service dog named Edmond.

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Jason: “I’m NOTHING like Bruce, okay? We’re not even that similar. That’s all in your head.”

Dick, perched on Jason’s couch watching him gear up, sipping a Batburger shake: “so you’re NOT about to go deal with your emotions by going out on patrol and beating people up?”

Jason: *sets down the brass knuckles he was just holding* *stares off into the distance*

Jason: “These are just…for my — look, I don’t like your fucking tone, Richard.”

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Tim, on his 13th attempt to sneak out of the mansion to go on patrol with the flu and walking pneumonia: I didn’t “lose” my spleen. To lose something is to imply you don’t know where it is, and I know exactly where my spleen is; it just isn’t in my body-

Alfred, tired™ and armed with a tranquilizer: Even so, Master Drake, I must insist you get back into bed.

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Red hood: *picks up ringing phone in middle of meeting* what’s u— *pauses* goons: *lean in to listen* hood: wait, what?? Alfie’s gone for the—fuck, don’t tell me you—fuck. You did. You went in the kitchen. You idiot! Why would you do that? You—fucking fuck, dick, macaroons?? Of all the things you could make him, why did you chose the LITERAL HARDEST thing we have ingredients for, I—fucking hell. goons: *exchange confused glances* hood: *gets up out of chair in apparent outrage* wait there. Don’t touch a single goddamned thing, you hear me? Wait for—*large crashing sound on other side of phone* hood: *facepalming* did you . . . Just . . . Break the fucking mixer??? hood: sit your asses down. I’ll be there in five. If I get there and you touched one more fucking thing in the kitchen I will have you out of the manor. Apparently you need fucking parental supervision. goons: *watch in confusion as the crime boss walks out*

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Send me IC AITA questions, and my muse will judge if your muse was the asshole in that situation!

(For those who don't know AITA stands for Am I The Asshole ) Because IC AITA situations are hilarious! Put it in any context you want and keep it strictly IC! Do not use this as a way to vauge post about other muns, ect. This is in good fun only. DON'T USE THIS AS AN EXSCUSE TO BE ACTUALLY SHITTY TWOARDS SOMEONE!

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Bruce: what’s going on here? Tim: *standing outside the kitchen door with Steph, Duke, Dick and Damian* Jason locked us out. Bruce: *frowning* he what?? Dick: we’re not allowed in the kitchen Bruce: Duke: Alfred is shopping. Bruce: oh, that makes sense. Wait—why is Cass allowed?? Steph: *not looking up from her phone* Cass, apparently, is sanctioned by Jason. Bruce: Bruce: yeah, I can see that happening. Okay, and why are you all waiting here? Damian: they are making cookies Bruce: *nods* understandable. Tell me when they’re ready

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Shout out to all y’all for putting up with my shit, it means a lot and I’m glad for y’all’s existence.

May y’all find $20 dollars on the ground the next time y’all step outside

I love y’all (platonic)

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cass and jason are an underappreciated duo who deserve more rep. this ain't a debate, it's a fact

just imagine

Cass: *signing sorrowfully* i have been battling my own inner demons, brother. my childhood . . . my past . . . it calls to me, tugs at the scars on my skin and the blood painting my soul. it tells me that I shall never escape, not truly jason: cass: jason: that was poetic as shit, sis, and I think you should definitely write a book, but all I asked was "how was school"

jason: hey! how's everyone doin'? tim: *wathcing a movie* we're good-- cass: *turns movie off and glasres at jason* have you bandaged it yet? jason: *looking away* i don't know what you're talking about . . . cass: THE BULLET HOLE IN YOUR ARM jason: how the fuck did you even see that. my armor covers it cass: I SEE ALL. THERE IS NOWHERE IN THIS EARTHLY PLANE OR THE NEXT THAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF HIDING FROM ME, TRY AS YOU MIGHT jason: jason: i'll go get this bandanged jason: *mutters as he walks off* definitely not running from whatever the fuck that was . . .

cass: *tears in her eyes* my ballet recital was cancelled . . . the penguin bombed the street leading to the school . . . jason: *Grabbing his guns* that motherf- cass: jason: -ffffuudger cass: jason: jeezus please put the sad eyes away, i cant take it cass: you can fucking curse, jason. i am not a prim and proper Victorian woman who will tell you to pardon your fucking french. jason: cass: a FLIGHTLESS-fucking-AVIAN in a shitstain of a THREE PIECE SUIT just FUCKING BOMBED MY BALLET RECITAL, if anything the cursing HELPS jason: jason: this is an alternate dimension. that's the only explanation.

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how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? for thalia

It honestly depends on what stage of life Thalia’s in; if she’s a child, then she’ll likely cry and fawn to whomever emotionally manipulated her.

As she gets older, she’ll probably be a bit more grounded, being able to not cry in front of people and the urge to fawn would be lessened a little.

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Dick: *into a mic* is the target in sight? Cass: negative Tim: I’ve got him. Dick: okay. Move in. Tim: Roger that. *starts speed-walking towards jason* Jason: what the fu— Cass: *grabs him from behind* Jason: what— dick: *shoved Jason into a chair while Cass ties him to it* we have to talk, Jay. Jason: about fucking WHAT??? Tim: this is an intervention. Cass: *nods seriously* dick: *dramatic pause* we think you need glasses. Jason: Jason: all this for THAT dick: it wasn’t like you’d listen if we just told you! Jason: YEAH, BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE GLASSES. Tim: Dick: cass: Jason: I JUST DONT WEAR THEM AROUND HERE BECAUSE Y’ALL BREAK SOLID BULLETPROOF ARMOR, LET ALONE THINK WIIRE GLASSES FRAMES Tim: *meekly* then why don’t you wear contacts? The other day we saw you reading a report while it was like, two inches from your face— Jason: BECAUSE CONTACTS SUCK, TIM

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