Reubens and The Dour Truth

November 18, 2017:

Red Hood and Starfire meet again!

East End - Gotham

The first impression of Gotham for many is East End, a district notorious
for it's poverty, crime, prostitutes and drugs. The lit up central strip at
night is colorful, bright and looks like something out of Las Vegas with its
innumerable gentleman's clubs, casinos, bars and strip clubs. The
downtrodden feel of East End has been glossed over by these glowing lights
and brilliant signs along with the towering cityscape of surrounding
districts, such as Otisburg, Burnley and to the north the Robert Kane
Memorial Bridge.

Along the East End's southern region the streets begin to be overtaken by
cobblestone alleyways, alleyways that web work throughout a rundown slum
city of shacks, sheds, makeshift homes and decrepit apartments called
Alleytown. A heavily populated district many immigrants and their
descendants call home.

Park Row aka Crime Alley rests upon the other side of the main strip,
dominated by an underdeveloped housing project called Scurvy City by the
locals (it's actual name being the Skirley Apartments), East End Free
Clinic, the Bowery, Tin Roof Club, Sheldon Park, Robbinsville and the GCPD's
9th Precinct.

Characters

NPCs: None.

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Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Its that time of day in the mid afternoon, where dinner time crowds are thinning out and people trying to avoid the meal time rush can be found wandering about outside. the sound of Birds chirping began to cease for the most part, but people still yelled at each other…though by this time of night, Gotham was still Gotham. By the time night rolled around, an eerie silence hung in the air.

Sitting atop a roof with a leg dangling off it was Jason Todd….better known to Gotham as the Red Hood because well…Jason's dead to the world. He appears to have finished eating a sandwich, crumpling up the wrapper and easily tossing it into a trash can. "…Someday I'm going to change this cesspool and get rid of the scum on the street…any means necessary." he mumbles to himself. His helmet rested right next to him. He had his kevlar armor donned with the stylized red bat symbol in the middle and that leather jacket worn about his shoulders. He appeared to be loading one of his pistols now, making sure it doesn't get jammed.

Because gun maintenance is important!

Below, in the streets of Gotham, a woman lowers her head to bite into her own sandwich she had purchased from the booth on the corner from the stand.

Reuben, to be precise, Kori had never (recalled) tasting Kraut until now, the string of cabbage plucked from lips, pulled from deep purple hue to dangle and thread 'tween and be shaken off with a scowl. "Not good, bitter…" A dour look with a scrunch of facial features as the parcel of food is plucked free and finger-waved off to slap over the grate of a sewer…

Bright Red Hair hangs in lose waves over shoulders, down the back of tan coat lined in faux 'Alpaca' crimp, the dance of fingers shedding the sour food (to her) is revealed, nails painted a dark plum to match lips twisted in the dour reflection of distaste, the half bitten into is tossed to a stray animal, but the half of that untouched Reuben is held as she sees a 'shanty' and beneath an 'unfortunate' in a pile of blanketing and… Garbage?

"I do not desire this food, do you?" A tilt of head, shocking emerald eyes fall upon the shifting pile within the alley she slowly strolls down - into shadows of Gotham… "I promise no… c/ooh/tees…"

The wrapper crumples in the clutch of fingers, but above - to the rooftops where Hood is perched, a sudden eruption comes in a spark-sputter-Light!

Red Hood was just minding his own business…..until Starfire shows up in all her majestic, flaming, beautiful glory! Though the manner in which she does it causes Jason to instantly go on the defensive, pulling out an assault rifle and aiming it at Starfire. Though he recognizes her from the other night…and perhaps cautiously stands down.

"Well….we meet again huh?" he looks up at Koriand'r. "Ya know…I never did get your name." he smirks lightly at the orange alien. Though he is curious as to what food she was talking about.

The 'furred ruffs' of coat-sleeve edges are singed… No… burnt nearly off as Starfire rises, that long mane of Ruby that framed her human masquerade is now a sweeping mass of flame-huen waves, emphasizing the tawny-skinned alien woman, glaring down at the 'pile of hobo' below that had erupted with a maw of fangs, a dual tipped tongue…

Shudder.

"Might be a bit too much…" Starfire says in regards to… The assault rifle? (or her own tactic?) as the overcooked Hobo is a black mark on the concrete below them both.

What is left of the food is ashes in her fingers and overcooked chipped beef, though the unmasked "Hood" gets a double take of melding emerald gaze, the whites of her eyes bleeding away to the ethereal green glow. His mask beside him is glanced to, then back…

"Starfire, here…" And for now that is all that matters.

"Hero. With guns. In Gotham?" She seems just as perplexed.

Jason eventually puts the assault rifle aside….what? he still had his faithful handguns on him, and those rarely failed him. and he was much faster than he looked. Though when she finally says her name, he gives her a little nod, giving her own appearance a double take. "Starfire here huh…."

"Wonder what you're known as elsewhere…Just call me Red Hood." because Jason Todd is dead. he sits back down where he was before casually, before he looks up to Starfire, pulling out some food. "Well, if you're here for a scrap, give me a minute, I'm eating. Though if you come as a friend…well…. That's a different story." his casualness could be an inclination for Starfire to come down?

"Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran. But it is hard to claim as Tamaran is not a part of the sector…" A fade in tone, more for the lack of memory (or too much memory!), though her brazen approach leaves her unblinking his way, his food peered at warily.

"If that is a Reuben, be wary of the worms they garnish it with. Sour and…" A wrinkle of her nose and draw of upper lip in her distaste.

"Scrap? No, here in Gotham the scrap is plenty, I do not need you to guide me… Red Hood." A lift of hand and with a purse of lips, her exhale sends the cinders of the coat from her arm, the rest of the singed fabric falling away to leave her in the form fit of denim and a gypsy-esque midriff (also, burnt!).

Slowly she descends, joining him on the rooftop to warch below. "Is this what you do? Watch your home?"

Red Hood looks to Koriand'r when she finally says her full name, her true name…but he seems to be unversed in the grander schemes of the universe, though he does know about the green lantern corps and all that thanks to his partnership with Batman and his opportunities to learn. "Right….well, can't say I've ever been there." he shrugs lightly, though when she speaks to him of scrap, he recalls she's an alien. "Right…meant more of Scrap as in a fight, not scrap as in garbage. Slang you'll pick up eventually." Though he does rise, setting his food aside in his rations pocket.

"Gotham is under my watchful eye. Too many scum about that reign and rest down there. Do you watch these streets? or do you remain in the sky?" he asks without looking at her.

Star leans forward a bit, a daring rock that shows her lack of fear with Gravity, even as the laced boots kick outward in a lazed swing and thump heels against the structure they are seated upon. Before he can even stow the food, Starfire is plucking it from him (if he allows!) and bringing it to her nose for a cautious…

Bite!

"Oh, no I do not think you have been there. None of this sector have," A trip of thumb over a corner of her lips to remove garnish. "But I know Gotham's fight, and you smell of it. Of the Dark Nights." Star may be alien, but recently, some things are recalled, smells, feels, sights, sounds…

"I watch over my home. My friends." A tilt of head as he stands, looking up towards him. "Like you." The smile she offers him is genuine, but no longer that 'ignorance' she portrays so well, not when the reflection of his weapons are in that gaze.

Jason was already going to eventually offer her the food, but when she takes it anyway, he doesn't seem to be having a problem with it. She would have eaten a Five Guys Burgers and Fries cheeseburger with ketchup, tomatoes, and lettuce. -very- good, unless she doesn't like cheeseburgers. Her boldness actually rewards her with a smile from Jason….who possessed a beautiful smile.

"Heh….White Knights are overrated." is all he responds with that, but he does seem to approve of her perception. "Smart one." he compliments her. Though when she calls him her friend, he tilts his head some, though he returns her genuine smile. "Friends huh….." he's silent a moment. Jason's been a lone gun for a few years now, but he's dead…so what does it matter. "Jason. Jason Todd. That's my name." he gives Starfire a small nod.

"So far, nice to meet you."

Jason's smile lights his face in ways… Starfire's chew slows over the moment, there is a bird-like lean of her head in opposing direction that comes in a slow rotation to emphasize the long draw of throat in the swallow of the pilfered food. For a moment, the flavor of the burger with the fries mashed inside of it is ignored.

"No one here wears White." Stated after the long pause. "Jason…." His name is whispered as she looks across Gotham's bleak skyline, the zeppelins rotating on the dark horizon, no light of a 'Bat' upon the clouded backdrop to trigger more /alarm/ or recollection.

gun shots ring in the distance and his /Hood/ is palmed, then lifted to him like a trophy while she does not look his way again…

… Until he takes it, /if/ he takes it. "For now." In opposing hand the wrapper is lit into flames and burnt away. Her response the answer to it all!
Jason tilts his head as Starfire consumes that burger. Though is it weird that it's strangely attractive? Though Jason turns his head unsurprisedly to the gunshots in the distance, Starfire doesn't even have to ask when she hands him his /hood/, which he takes without looking gently from her hand and without thanks, putting it on his head, eye slits lighting up. "Let's go."

The impromptu team up begins! Red kicks his Assault rifle to himself, putting it on his waist for later use, though he is quickly on the move, leaping off the building with a front flip and grappling hooking to the next building with surprising speed…for a human.

Starfire does not even rise while he watches her and takes his own 'mask' from her hand, not a blink while his reflection is mirrored back in emerald eyes, his own blue hidden behind the flare of white; framed in the Red Metal of his Hood. A lower of her chin and her smile widens.

Red Hoods path away from her is trailed, the acrobatic leap, to the grapple-line latching in clicks to calmly resemble the 'fire-fight' in their near future based on the gunfire that already has Starfire prompting 'take it, or…'

Jason… Hood… is Leaving, but mutually. The direction to the upheaval in Gotham's depths below, just behind the skilled path of the Red Hood, Starfire free-falls, but just before she meets ground and his body flips upward she is coasting back to the low skyline along side him. "Do you let them live, Red Hood?"

Question of the year award goes to….!

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