shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

(A tall, broad man in a leather jacket, body armor, combat boots, and a red helmet that covers his entire head appears. He's in shadows that have appeared with him and seem to cling to him. He looks at Batman eating pizza and frowns - the eyeholes of the helmet are remarkably expressive.)

Time travel or alternate dimension?

 

[He almost chokes on his pizza. TODAY IS JUST. NOT HIS DAY APPARENTLY.]
Alternate dimension, unless you broke out. Did you break out again? Please tell me you didn't break out, Red Hood. Don't ruin my day like this.

 

-confused- What?

Alternate dimension.

You two know each other?

 

"Little bit of both." Ford looks up from his pizza and beer. This guy looks vaguely familiar but he can't place him. At least it's not the Joker.

 

[NO FEELINGS ONLY PIZZA!! Okay no he can't just-... he should probably say something]
Duh. He's family. Sort of.
So hey... Does Red Robin know you're okay?

 

[dave throws his crust at him anyway]
no please mr man you need the carbs
dont skimp out on my account youve got crime to fight
orphans to adopt
eat the crust

[furious eyebrow waggling]

 

-Connor has decided he´s gonna sit here, eat pizza, pet Wolf, and wait for the world to make sense again or reveal someone or something he can punch until it does-

 

Red Robin? I only know Nightwing and Tim Drake. And well no I haven´t been able to reach Megan at all, or she could have gotten me back already.

 

Definitely dimensions, though this one's a bit squishy in time too.

 

[Muffled by pizza and also oizza crust because he has left dignity behidn a long time ago, and you can take the boy out of the circus but you can't take the circus out of the boy]
Dun R'lly Do Th'Orph'n 'dopting s'much 'nym're
[.... Damian doesn't really count as an orphan right? Half an orphan maybe?]

[He barely manages to swallow his Pizza]
Dude shhhh, secret identities. You probably still know him as just Robin then. Time Travel I guess, huh.

 

-Sphere rolls over to scan at Vector. She seems to decide he´s probably ok and she doesn´t need to shoot him-

I guess? -See an above post re: waiting and punching-

 

You know I live to make your life hard, Bats.

*he snorts*
You could say that.

-he looks somehow skeptical at the giant robot and the guy in the costume through the helmet-
Great. Well, can't be worse than being dead.

 

Looking like a comic convention in here now. Or an anime convention, since I guess those are all the fucking rage now. Who's going to be the first one to start talking in Klingon or some shit?

 

*Squints before sniffing back at*

*Eyes all the pizza going around. Nope.*

 

[Vector smiles down at the little... Drone? Sphere? Whatever this charming little orb is.] Hello there!

Depends on your personal definition of "worse". And "dead," come to think of it.

Not it, my grammar's awful.

 

Dude, can't you pause the homicidal rampage for a month or so? This is such bullshit. The kid'll make fun of me again if you broke out.

 

why tho
dont the tortured miserable gazes of the poor lonely destitute orphans speak to something in your stone cold batheart
look into my eyes and tell me im not just begging to be taken in and given a pair of scandalous booty shorts
think of my education

[his eyes are not visible. he's pouting anyway]

 

Well, aren't you just a disappointment to the... giant robot nerd family... You know what? I'm gonna let you have that one.

 

Thanks but no thanks, keeping my current Robin from joining the dark side's enough work for one Bat. I can ask Batwoman if she's got a capacity if you ask nicely.

 

Probably be the least weird thing to happen today.

If we're playing the semantics game, everything depends on your own personal definition of every word. We gotta have some common ground or communication is impossible.

-he says nothing, but his posture looks smug-

You gotta have the legs for the shorts.