JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Only wire I'm wearing is between my asscheeks, bud. It's called a thong."

Rose Wilson crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at Catman.

"And if you're going to be mocking, I can just leave. I think it would severely affect my status in the hero community if I were to de-dick you with a katana right here."

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"Yes. That's cute. And I'm not sure I could dispose of a body this quickly. Especially some chibi with a sword stuck up her ass." He glances to the window. "Then again, we are kind of high up."

"But, for the sake of arguments, how'd you hear about this?"

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"Same way you know about me. Let's just say we both know people who know people."

She looked him dead in the eye and stood there, no fear in her at all.

"So it's real simple. Either you're interested here, or you're not. I'm not here to start drama."

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"I'm not entirely sure about that." He stands up, placing his hands palm-first on the surface. "I did some work with your father a while back. What's saying you're not setting me up for a slash to the throat?"

He stops, sniffing the air. "...Harijuku?"

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"So sue me, I'm trying a new fragrance."

She smirked, and rolled her... well... eye.

"And yeah. Because there's nothing in life I want more than to be like my father. You don't trust me? Talk to Speedy. Or Raven. Or Beast Boy. Any one of them will vouch for me, and jokes about their ages aside, they're valued members of our community."

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"Its not that I don't trust you. I've no reason to. And as far as being in our community? Little girl, you don't know just what you're dealing with here. While your crew is pissing around playing dress-up Justice League, mine makes things happen.

Now, if you think you could run with my pride? Show me..." His voice is daring and slightly honeyed.

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"Show you?"

Rose asked, voice full of annoyance.

"What, you gonna send a bunch of people in, let me fuck 'em up? Do I really have to dice a few people up to show you I'm tough? Go find Risk. Ask HIM how tough I am. I'm sure he finds me quite... disarming."

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"You were asked here for an example of what you can do, and just why you'd be an option for my team. Instead, all I've gotten is bragging and an allergy." He paws at nose uncomfortably.

"So here's the deal. Unless this is a long-drawn out Top joke, and you're going to bust out handcuffs and a cop lycra outfit? Get out of my office."

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While Rose could flirt, brag, and joke with the best of them... at heart she was a warrior. And his mocking had finally set that fuse deep within her aflame.

With a deep scowl, she reached behind her and drew her dual katanas.

"Fine. Then let's dance, scumbag."

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"If you insist. Maybe you'll behave better after a little punishment. Please, do scream." Blake flips his desk on its side and towards her, unlatching a set of knuckle blades beneath it.

"C'mon, little Calico, lets see you beg."

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"It'll take a lot more than some foreplay with blades to make me beg, buddy. Although the blades are a bit of a turn-on, dont get me wrong."

She dropped the grin then, face turning steely as she dropped into a ninja-like fighting stance, blades crossed at the hilts.

"Let's see what you got."

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He feints left then bull-rushes in with his blades extended. His first swipe aims for the hilt, followed by an edged uppercut.

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She rolled with the punch, taking it, but not the full brunt.

As she let her body go backwards with the punch, she felt the blades cut slightly into her chin, and threw a kick at his face, with the heel of her boot. If she was taking a hit... so was he.

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He's cracked to the side with the point of her toe, falling sideways.

"There...that shows me you're human." He snarls from his lower position and licks the blades. "Now I want some begging..."

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"Beg? Me?"

Rose gave a incredulous laugh, wiping a trickle of blood from her chin.

"Bitch, please. There's NOTHING about you..." she gave him a glance... downward. "And I do mean NOTHING about you, that would ever make me beg."

She twisted her grip on her katanas, twirling them into more of an attack position.

"So, if you're done with THAT little fantasy... enough bullshitting... if you think you can bring the pain, bring it."

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"Famous..." He punts the knocked over chair at her.

"Last..." Following immediately with a feint that crunches into her elbow.

"WORDS!" His final shot is a handful of silver locks, smashing her chin-first into the desk. His free hand raises up behind her, with the tri-blades extended.

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His wrist is caught and held before he has a chance to bring the blades down.

"Tch, Blake. That anyway to treat a probie?"

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His eyes jolt open, not expecting to be caught. "...best way I know of." Snatching his hand back, he steps aside. "We had a disagreement that got a bit out of hand." He tosses a left-handed blade to the side, touching at his burst lip.

"You can handle cleanup."

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"Hold up... bitch... this isn't... over...."

Rose wiped some blood from her face, where it had connected with the desk.

"This is like when Drago took Rocky down the first few times in the big fight... except you're not half as cool as Ivan Drago. I wanna finish this, ri..."

she stopped then, noticing Grace.

"Well. Hey. Funny where you end up re-meeting your one night stands, huh? How's it going?"

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"Hiya cutie. It's goin' great other than finding him attempting to remove your head. What the fuck did you do to piss him off?"

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"Well, I came here to inquire about joining this little team here, and it ends up that your buddy here is a misogynystic douchebag."

Well. She certainly put it mildly, didn't she?

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"That sounds like our Catman alright. You'll grow to love him eventually. Or, ya know, detest him slightly less."

Reaching out, Grace ruffles Rose's hair and then fixes Blake with a serious look.

"I invited her, you shithead. So play nice like a good kitty and let's see if she's a good fit."

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He stares at Grace for a moment, then back to Rose, flipping his other blade over the shoulder nonchalantly.

"I don't do sidekicks. Unless you wanna wear a little domino mask. Maybe some green undies? But if you're on some sort of ride-along, then no. You won't be a liability, or a road-ass."

He stops, finally putting a piece in order. "Wait, its not because...oh for shit's sake, Gracie? When do you sleep?"

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There's silence for a moment and Grace just looks at Blake, brow furrowing in what could be anger.

Then she smiles, and claps him on the back. Hard.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear you imply that I invited her here just because we fucked. She's gotta try out just like everyone else, and if ya'll say no, then it's good with me."

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"Oh, for god's sake... I'M RIGHT HERE!"

Rose announced, annoyed that she was being spoken about like she wasn't right in the same room. She stared at Blake and sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm not here because I slept with Grace. Well... actually, not much sleep was involved..." she threw a wink at the taller woman.

"I'm here because I want to make a difference. If you wanna give me some sort of test that doesnt involve you and I attempting to maim each other, and throwing snappy banter at each other, then please."

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