The Rarity of Repossession (October 29th 2016)

[Amazon Valor]

A few days after the incident with Artemis saving Jason from the man kitten had passed. She was lodging at a hostel in the city of Gotham for the time being before venturing out. She had told Jason that she was looking out for any clues in Gotham about information regarding the whereabouts of ancient relics. She would hate to see power used in a wrong with at the hands of any human being.

Artemis threw the larger--but not as bruiting as herself--man through the wall. The bar's wall itself, now with a massive hole on it, and the bruised and beaten outcome of a rather objectifying comment he had made to the Amazon. The last time a man had laid their finger on Artemis, she left him fingerless on both hands and feet. She didn't care though; if such comments didn't allow a response they wanted, then they acted on it. This man--the one now lying and groaning from pain's comment insinuated into something greater and she felt completely appalled. This is when he placed his hand on her shoulder--one huge mistake. Artemis was brought up to understand that boys or men were only of servitude when needed, nothing more nothing less. She had seen the cages in which some of the males were held captive and it made her giggle. This was brought on because there were tales and confrontations with man in which they thought themselves as powerful beings. Men are so powerful huh? Then why had they been captured by women and brought only to reproduce with them.

She knew her female neighbors, friends, companions weren't mortal, at least not anymore, but Artemis let this slide as she had grown to understand that it was part of her culture, her nature. Anytime a sudden incident like this would bring on a careless act brought on by the stupidity that was lust in a man's voice, she'd become angry; how dare they see the opposite sex in such an objectifying way? How dare they manipulate, use words to linger the minds of the weak headed females. Males. The oddity and idiotic counterpart of females. Sometimes however, this notion could also be turned and in her experience with being in different locations, it was the female who used lust in such a powerful way, in such an incriminating way to get what she wanted; Artemis stood against this behavior, but if that is how power worked, as long as it did not involve her--she frankly did not care.

It was a funny notion though, that by the clothing worn and how she presented herself, had the eyes of a handful of those who craved her affection, her attention decided to make a move that would get them onto a hospital bed with various broken bones. Artemis did not care either for her attire; whatever made fit was what she used despite looking a bit objectified--it was that in man that made them swines--looking at a female and desiring coitus. <******** neanderthal!" The man said as he limped onto one foot, dragged himself out through the hole of the bar. Smirking, Artemis moved her hands together, wiping her hands on her thighs, removing any sweat and blood from another poor excuse of a man she had triumphed over.

Turning over to Jason, she cleared her throat and began to speak."Test me if you would like, and a similar fate awaits you." Jason however knew to keep his distance. Sitting back down onto the bar stool, which still by the way held her weight in muscle mass surprisingly, she glanced over at the bar tender who without a second glance, poured liquor into a shot glass and placed it in front of her. This would be the start of a very long day she thought as she golfed down the liquor with a small tingling sensation. They could either focus on tracking down the sudden outburst of illegal trade involving Nth metal, or they could focus on a target from rumors she heard about the amulet of Iris. They really had a long day or days ahead of themselves.

Bart Thane

 

[Nightwing]

Red Hood
Died on the job, got better.

During all the commotion, Jason just sat there his helmet resting on the side of him downing a shot of vodka or two. He occasionally had to put down some of Artemis' new friends when they approached him. Mostly because she was hurting the lot of them. He knew, having heard all the bones cracking under her amazon might. This was supposed to be low profile but after what's all transpired lately, dealing with Ra's, Gotham, Ra's' overly loyal and stupid ninjas...Jason couldn't help but wonder if low profile was even an option anymore. Sure didn't seem like it. Things were going to be different going forward for sure. Oh, and all of this was taking place in My Alibi Bar and Grill too. Which if you're not familiar with--is a seedy underworld bar near the outskirts of Gotham City or what was left of it anyway.

"Test me if you would like, and a similar fate awaits you." Jason was in mid-drink when she said this to him and cut an eye at her then back at his shot glass. Any other night he'd have participated in banter with her but right now after everything, he just didn't have it in him. Instead he responded without acknowledging the comment at all as if he hadn't heard it. "Thanks for being here...tonight. Needed all the help we could get. Probably should've gotten more.."  

[Amazon Valor]

They attracted attention already just from their presence it seemed. An overly average built male with a red mask accompanied by an Amazon built female yielding a large axe and a sword. This bar wasn't like the others though a very similar resemblance had overcome the setting--very dark, mysterious and scary to those not familiar with the type of area it was located. To Artemis this didn't make her flinch a bit.

"Thanks for being here...tonight. Needed all the help we could get. Probably should've gotten more..." Artemis turned her face to look at Jason. He needed her to be there? She wondered why, but then she answered her own question; he didn't know of her plans to look for a lost relic. Moving on of her strands of hair with the rest, she looked straight, took another shot of liquor before again moving to face him. "What was that all about, that Tiger man?" Mind as well begin the conversation somewhere, right?

Bart Thane

 

[Nightwing]

Red Hood
Died on the job, got better.

"Just one of Ra's loyal servants. Worships the ground he walks on. Yada yada yada." Jason explained in little to few words. He wasn't exactly up to rehashing what he'd been through or saw for that matter. Seeing them die was one thing but the reactions afterward that followed. The raw intensity and rage displayed was something he could relate to. It was the same rage he used to wake up with everyday and carry. Tonight brought up unwanted memories of his own demise. Having been a victim himself once before back in Qurac courtesy of that sadistic psycho clown and some C4. Oh and that crowbar. Couldn't forget that even if he tried. Jason shook his head to the sides trying to get the image out of his head and gave a weak smile toward Artemis. Noticing a feature he'd not noticed before about her aside from her sarcastic and righteous nature. Then again that might've just been how Amazons were programmed to be. "Do you know how green your eyes are?" he queried.  

[Amazon Valor]

I silent 'oh' escaped her mouth as well as the scent of hard liquor. She had known a man named by this name through legend and whereabouts on what things he had gathered. He seemed like the type of man to conceal any sort of power he could acquire. Luckily for Artemis, being an Amazon and fearless at that, she didn't jolt back at the mention although she had never met this man before in person.

His stare made her uncomfortable, moving her eyes to meet his and haste away with a bitter response. "If you are hitting on me, I'll punch you in the head." Standing from the bar stool, she placed one hand on her hip and pushed the glass back towards the bartender. She nodded towards him as a sign of thanks and sighed, looking back to Red.

Bart Thane

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[Bizarre Bizarro]

Meanwhile in the Outsider's current base of operations aka an Abandoned Warehouse...

Stupid dog! You made me look bad! The iconic line of Eustace Bags practically shouted out from the T.V.. The light of the television shone brightly, illuminating the darkly lit warehouse corner. Bizarro laughed at the sight of the purple dog from the television screaming in horror as the old man pulled out ridiculous mask. "Aaaaaggggh!" Bizarro yelled out in humorous imitation of the dog, Courage, doing his best to imitate the small animal's reactions. It was one of his favorite shows to watch in what spare time he could, and fortunately it was one that he could understand. The perfectly imperfect clone of Superman had perhaps one of the most under cooked minds on the planet currently , his brain not fully developed or perhaps it was but rather crudely? No one could say for sure.

At the moment, he was going through an entire season of the show , put on by the Red Hood to keep him entertained and more importantly distracted. He was not exactly the most publicly appealing super hero, if he could even be called that, so he was often left behind while The Red Hood and Red Her went about wherever they went, although whenever they came back Jason usually smelled of something foul.

"Bizarro am getting tired of Red Hood and Red Her leaving Bizarro on 'Guard Duty' all the time. " He muttered to no one in particular, crossing his arms as though to pout. He lost his train of thought again though as soon as the dog on the T.V. started to scream in fear again after seeing a red cat. "AAAAAGGGHHH!" Bizarro yelled out again in imitation. Suddenly though a great gout of fire shot out from his mouth, blowing apart the T.V. and setting fire to the wall of warehouse. The flame quickly started to spread and Bizarro clamped his hands around his mouth. Of course the perfectly imperfect clone of Superman would have the opposite power set of the actual Superman, instead of having freezing breath he shot out flame. And those said flames were quickly spreading.

"Uh oh." Bizarro muttered, realizing what he had just done. " Red Hood am not going to like this."  

[Nightwing]

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He picked up his helmet and put it on. His voice becoming slightly distorted because of it. "I wasn't. I was just saying.." he trailed off. He threw one more shot back and began to make haste for the exit. He didn't feel like running into the inevitable back-up and fighting them off. Nor did he want to keep their third partner without parental supervision for too long. Things tended to go real wrong when Bizarro was left unsupervised. And Jason wasn't really in the mood to clean up one of his messes. The walk wasn't a far one either just a couple blocks and there was the warehouse.

"Now that my old base is pretty much off-limits, I was thinking the two..er..three of us, should find a new place to y'know operate out of. What do you think?" asked Jason as he walked across the street to the warehouse they were temporarily calling their headquarters, As he approached the warehouse door without a answer still, Jason began to become unnerved. He hoped Artemis hadn't changed her mind about the whole working together as the "Outlaws". The arrangement itself was put in place to keep Bizarro out of trouble and for them to try and work together. He had the brains, training, and charm. While she brought the axe accompanied by a lot of sarcasm and distaste for his charm. And it didn't hurt that she was an Amazon. And Bizarro..well was Bizarro.

Upon opening the door, his eyes still were on Artemis waiting for an answer. Then suddenly began to sniff the air. "Does something smell like it's burning to you?" Red Hood asked. Only to turn and receive his answer. The place was going to burn down if they didn't do something. Luckily for them, this was an old place so an extinguisher was bound to be around somewhere. Jason ran over to the wall taking up the red canister and using it as instructed would begin to try and put out the flames best he could.
"We leave you alone for not even thirty minutes and already you've managed to nearly burn the joint down. This is bad even for you, Bizarro. Artemis. A little help would be nice."  

[Amazon Valor]

Artemis wasn't the type of person to willingly join a group just because or for no good reason. She had left her homeland to live among her own with livestock at a point in her life when she felt that being at home made her feel as if she didn't belong. Isolation was one of those things that comforted her best seeing as she wasn't given or chosen to be the Shim'Tar of her people. The reason being as to why she didn't necessarily want to be in a group was because a)she didn't want to be responsible if failure was futile--to see her group mates die and b)if there wasn't any space for a person with her attitude, why would she care to try and belong when she really didn't. This trio however, the dark trinity to a few people which named them this, seemed a comfy position for time being. Though Artemis was the savior of distress when Jason was in trouble, Artemis could always laugh and make fun of their actions. She also welcomed Bizarro's humility despite his low reacting to certain things.

One thing was sure within this group though. They all had a similar understanding to dealing with things including their temper. That's probably why Artemis stuck with them. Noticing the uneasiness in Jason's pitch and responded. "So long as the name Outlaws fits to the three of u--" Realizing not just the stench of the place, but the obvious damage that was caused by a fire.

The direction of the cause of the fire wasn't to hard to guess. It's source was closest to Bizarro and Artemis began twirling her axe to produce an air current that would blow the fire to the already burned area, essentially stopping it from spreading further to newer sources to burn. "He did not know what he was doing. Artemis knew well enough and she knew Jason had an idea that Bizarro wasn't that quick on his feet;he let his emotions show through action rather than thought.

Bart Thane

Bizarre Bizarro

 

[Bizarre Bizarro]

Bart Thawne

"Why leave Bizarro in first place!" Bizarro countered watching the fire spread itself even further. It was a valid point, at least in his addled mind. Bizarro could not help himself. He was, by his very nature, an accident waiting to happen. Normally, Jason or Red Her had been there to guide him and keep him out of trouble, but leaving him by himself was always a gamble. Everything would either be perfectly fine or it would be an absolute disaster. Bizarro watched as Jason sprayed away at the rampant flames to little avail as well as Red Her's attempts at blowing out the blaze.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in that little mind of his. "BIZARRO HAVE IDEA!" He exclaimed, floating off into the air. Hovering a few feet above the ground, he pulled both of his hands back. With a grin, he clapped both of his together creating a sonic boom. The force of it had been enough to blow out the flames, unfortunately it had also caused all of the glass within the warehouse to shatter and rain down onto the floor.

"Bizarro may not have thought this through." He pondered, scratching the top of his head as shards of glass plopped off of his head and body.