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@kryptoiisms it’s gonna get fluffy

Man, sometimes he hated having missions. They could easily become a chore, like doing homework for school or cleaning one’s room -- except these involved mass amounts of shooting and alien guts. He hated entering into Kara’s apartment window like a stray dog, carefully depositing his blood-caked boots on the fire escape before tiptoeing around her crisp carpet in his dirty socks toward her room. 

But if there was one thing he did like about this life: it was flopping on to her bed, all belts and guns will intact on his hips and chest, and simply laying there like he hadn’t known rest in 90 years. Cole didn’t really care if she was awake, less if his noise had woken her up: he simply liked to be nearby. He liked this whole ‘peacefulness without consequence’ thing. 

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 “Hey, it gets the job done, sister.” He explains with a scoff, gloved hands fumbling to tie the red cloth around his head. “--- Besides. It’s not like my identity’s all that secret. Anybody and their mother could recognize me thanks to all the wanted posters.” Once his face was sufficiently covered, his pointed to it for emphasis. “Also, the red’s a symbol. Believe it or not, alotta aliens’re pretty scared of this.”

@agrifter // starter call 

“Are you seriously just gonna wear a handkerchief over your face?”

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You're a little obsessed with yourself, aren't you?

well no one else is gonna do it

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agonyfed:

“ YES! Ha ha ha ha–!  To my arms. ”

 “As if, creep!”

 “I’m armed!”

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  “Huff– huff –  alright –! Here I come – !!”

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 “HOLY SHIIIIIIT! THAT WAS AWESOME!”

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What is pop cultures ongoing obsession with dual weapons about?

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"behind bars" time for a breakout. lmao

 Being in jail wasn’t really something Cole ever worried about. For the first part, it wasn’t hard to break out (AT ALL), and it was a good place to either make friends or get the crap beat out of you. Either way, it COULD be good fun. 

But he wasn’t really in the mood for fun. He had just shot and killed a man who was, in reality, a daemonite, and as always happened, got arrested for murder. Now that his suspicion regarding daemonites in this city had been confirmed, he wasn’t exactly excited to be idle. Cole wanted to get back into the field RIGHT THIS SECOND.

Or at least, go home and take a bath or something. He felt like he was covered in alien mucus.

“-- Hey! Would you look who it is.” Cole exclaimed, hopping up from the dingy jail seat in order to wrap his bare fingers against the bars (they had taken the fun parts of his costume away -- the trench coat, the gloves, the mask, and all of his guns, alas). “Knew you’d be my knight n’ shining armor. I gotta get outta here.” 

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Send "behind bars" to visit my muse in prison

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@kryptoiisms

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@norbertsykes

 “Hm. Well, would you just look at that, Badge.” He’s just... gesturing vaguely to the open space of the park in front of them. Not a soul, and nary a criminal to shoot up. “Just look at it! All this space and no people.” He’s prompting him further before suddenly, Cole taps the other’s shoulder and dashes off.

“-- TAG YOU’RE IT!”

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Dick Grayson vs Cole Cash (Grifter) in Grayson 17

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 A surprised grunt unwillingly escapes his lips as she lifts him up off the ground, and Cole finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from her burning eyes. His train of thought is essentially: she wouldn’t kill me, right? Haha, no, she’s Supergirl. She wouldn’t. Right?

 “Man. You guys over at the JL act all tough shit, but you really don’t know anything, do you.” He bites back, visibly annoyed. “-- Daemonites can take the forms of human beings. Ever heard of the Wild C.A.T.S, princess? Or does everything we do mean so little that I can just be talked down to by some kid in a cape?” Yeaaah, Cole and Warblade were the only ones who ever seemed to want a thanks every once and a while, really. 

Down the way, the sound of cars screeching to a halt could be heard. Cole’s head jerked in the direction of it, and he immediately scrambled to his feet. “-- God, what am I doing? I have a job to do!” Aaand there he goes. He took off. 

     Okay, no more miss nice Supergirl, Klair’s patience had officially been used up. She picked him up by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face right up close to hers as her eyes started to GLOW with a red light. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, sir, but the people you almost gunned down were perfectly normal HUMAN BEINGS. And quite frankly, I sooner trust my powers in figuring that out than the word of an attempted murderer.”

     She dropped him on the ground, and lowered herself to stand over him, eyes still burning as she restrained her heat vision. “If there were hostile alien lifeforms in Metropolis Square, the Justice League Satellite would have detected them immediately. You seem to be lost, or just crazy.”

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“Oh, right, right, right, right, I totally forgot that if you wear a fancy S you have unspoken ownership over the city. Right! Remind me to make that costume alteration next time I visit.” Cole says, completely chipper and humorous tone betraying the fact that he was utterly pissed off.

 “ Listen, kid. I was not going ballistic.  I’ve been doing my job for a really, REALLY long time now.” God, I’m old. “I am not just some trigger-happy badass looking to make a news headline. I’m trying to help you.” He places his hands on his hips, clearly dissatisfied. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe because I’m a trained adult who doesn’t need to be lectured by a kid, or something?” He boldly returns her gaze and points in a direction behind them. “Now those daemonites are getting away and if you don’t let me do my goddamn job, people will get hurt. Those things’ll multiply and destroy ‘till they either find me or destroy everything -- whatever comes first. I ain’t the enemy, kid. They are.”

     “The safety of Metropolis is not your responsibility.” Well, he was definitely an angry one, and she didn’t care much for his language either. She crossed her arms, and floated a few feet in the air to look him directly in the eye. “I’d like to inform you that you were going ballistic in a populated area during broad daylight. You could have hurt somebody.”

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Closer shot of the #grifter #commission. . . . Got 12x18 prints made of the #commissions I did for my Japanese clients. Going out to them in the mail tomorrow! Want a commission? Please contact my art rep @metalyoshimichi. #Fanart #seancheeksgalloway #cheeks74 #dccomics #marvel #Disney #superman #SuperheroDay #agentvenom #carnage #nightwing #prankster #grifter #wildcats #superlois

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WildC.A.T.s sketches by Travis Charest