Draw Shiro in some daisy dukes we all need this pLease Also I'm the same anon who asked about the ranch pizza amd everyone where I live does it. All my friends do it, all the strangers here in school do it. It's everyone except me here who does it.
“Get down!” Came the shout and Samuel launched himself into the fray. He had a knife on him and it didn’t take long for him to work himself between the other and the crowd. He wore a grin on his face as if this was the most exciting thing to happen to him all day. In the end, being surrounded by thugs, Samuel supposed he should actually be scared but he’d never really been normal. “You really attract a lot of trouble huh? You remind me of someone I know.” he twirled his knife, holding it at the ready with practiced ease.
“You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”
Samuel.
“Oh I see.” he grinned slightly and then began to walk away. “If you need someone to handle the police I’ve got your back.” he paused and then shook his head slightly. “By the way my name is Samuel Shirogane and if you ever need something done for you I’m your man~” He laughed again as he headed down the steps, pulling back his hood. He looked a lot like someone plastered all over the news, down to the slight tinge of white in his hair.
The Black Lion was well known in the city as a fair and just superhero, not that Samuel really cared to know what his twin was doing. Instead he walked up to the police, chatting up to them like he owned the place. Still they seemed to listen to him all the same.
This guy didn’t seem half bad–but Jason saw those lights flashing. He needed to move. Now. “Just call me Red Hood.” As the other walked away, he took one of the least conspicuous way to get at least out of the line of vision of any cops. This guy had some balls–he’d give him that. Even batman tried to avoid the police, but this guy.. he went right up to them. Jason was wanted now. I not as wanted as the person he had bounty on the head of. It was personal.
He’d make sure joker got the same treatment he’d been given when he caught up to the guy. Nice, slow, painful.
His train of thought was cut off by the sound of a voice, attention drawn up to a figure on the rooftops. We’ve got you cornered, now! it had called, a sneer in the stranger’s voice. Joyous. “You realize what happens when you corner an animal, don’t you?” They’d come back with an oh so original ‘Shut up’ response. “Not in my vocabulary.”
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say–because next thing he knew, he was being overrun with thugs. He just couldn’t get away from these asses today, could he? At least he can use self-defense.
“Oh I see.” he grinned slightly and then began to walk away. “If you need someone to handle the police I’ve got your back.” he paused and then shook his head slightly. “By the way my name is Samuel Shirogane and if you ever need something done for you I’m your man~” He laughed again as he headed down the steps, pulling back his hood. He looked a lot like someone plastered all over the news, down to the slight tinge of white in his hair.
The Black Lion was well known in the city as a fair and just superhero, not that Samuel really cared to know what his twin was doing. Instead he walked up to the police, chatting up to them like he owned the place. Still they seemed to listen to him all the same.
Battlbxrn.
“Yeah well, I never cared much for the news.” he crossed his arms. “There’s enough wrong in my world that if all hell broke loose it wouldn’t matter anyway.” he snorted and then turned, looking at the man in the shadows. “I’ve always been trouble, you gonna put me away too?” he grinned, a challenge in his smile.
There was adrenaline in his veins and he was more than ready to do anything his body would let him. “I mean what I do…it’s not exactly legal after all. I make big bucks tearing up the streets and I’m a pro at it. Oh yeah that’s right I’m the best of the best, I’m chaos behind the wheel. I might be dangerous.”
A humorless laugh emitted from the male–as though the comment was ridiculous. “All hell has broken loose. I’m not that kind of law enforcement–definitely more dangerous, though.” He shifted as he noticed a commotion by a group of cars off to the side, now he needed to evaluate his choices. He could slip away and be free from going back to Arkham–or he could stay and chance a police officer recognizing him from the crime scene. By the looks of it, he’d be on his own in getting away if something like that were to happen. An evaluation of his surroundings provided seven possible exits. Perfect. That would make it that much easier.
There was a moment’s pause before the raven haired male allowed a brow to raise. “What I do isn’t exactly legal either, but I’m sure I’ve caused more damage than your little races.” Dick and Bruce did well to teach him the basics in the case he needed them. That’s why he became a Boy Wonder when he was younger–before his life had been taken from him the first time. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
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Lmao friend I know them all. Across the span of my blogs. I follow pretty much all of them. It just took me a little bit to wake up and remember what blogs I had following who.
Yeah and that was hours ago it literally took me all day to do that thing lmao
“Yeah well, I never cared much for the news.” he crossed his arms. “There’s enough wrong in my world that if all hell broke loose it wouldn’t matter anyway.” he snorted and then turned, looking at the man in the shadows. “I’ve always been trouble, you gonna put me away too?” he grinned, a challenge in his smile.
There was adrenaline in his veins and he was more than ready to do anything his body would let him. “I mean what I do...it’s not exactly legal after all. I make big bucks tearing up the streets and I’m a pro at it. Oh yeah that’s right I’m the best of the best, I’m chaos behind the wheel. I might be dangerous.”
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He glanced up at the other and then sighed. “Just musing honestly, didn’t think anyone was actually listening. Who are you anyway?” the drag racer crossed his arms as he leaned back. There was a deep frown on his face. In his experience masked men weren’t to be trusted.
“You some new racer or something? If you’re trying to intimidate me before the race it’s not gonna work, just so you know. I’m the best of the best and no guy in a mask is gonna make me run away.”
He glanced up at the other and then sighed. “Just musing honestly, didn’t think anyone was actually listening. Who are you anyway?” the drag racer crossed his arms as he leaned back. There was a deep frown on his face. In his experience masked men weren’t to be trusted.
“You some new racer or something? If you’re trying to intimidate me before the race it’s not gonna work, just so you know. I’m the best of the best and no guy in a mask is gonna make me run away.”
Days and nights went by in a blur in space and Samuel couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had a good nights sleep. He was constantly being called upon to satisfy the Galra and their seemingly never-ending demand for the earthling. They said he looked like the champion but Samuel had never met the earthling before the gladiator had managed to escape.
Six months on this blasted ship and Samuel was farther away from finding his twin than ever before. A deep sigh left his lips as he leaned back; his lower back protesting as pain shot through it. There was word out of a resistance and it was causing so much trouble for the galra and they just loved taking their stress out on the ex-drag racer.
It was then he heard the commotion and the explosions. He jerked slightly in his individual cell, looking up in surprise. The soldiers seemed anxious from outside his door (he had made 15 escape attempts after all; he had the scars to prove it) as the noises grew closer. Not several moments later he was peering out the bars at a boy in a red helmet. He recognized him from pictures Shiro had shown the family. “Keith--?” he was surprised.