Raphael Luigi Linden

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Though he would spite you for using it as an excuse for fragility, he is only human. His body suit, because of its density, makes it difficult and somewhat tiresome to move in at times. Also, he has a finite supply of hefty specialized ammunition. His combat skills are far surpassing the average Joe, but not yet on par with a disciple of the bat.

His ability to learn a persons jokes is nowhere near as extensive a form of telepathy as, say, a Martian's. If there is an inside joke, he will understand its hidden meaning. But the vast majority of the jokes he hears teach him virtually nothing and he usually has heard them before. In his own opinion, the ability has mostly become a nuisance.

The arms of the Black Canary twirled like a pinwheel, solidly smacking away every rushed strike Raphael could've dreampt of making. So he bent backwards, dropping all of his weight onto his left arm as he shot his toes at her face. But the Canary swooped below his kick and grabbed his wrist before slinging the teen ten feet to the side.

When his body bounced by the feet of Oliver Queen, the Emerald Archer smirked before scanning the legs wrapped in fishnets. He cocked his head before smirking at the blonde. He took in a breath, exhaling, "F-"

"Funny the Canary should send people flying!" From the floor, it was the Blue Bullet. Ollie's first sidekick not to use a bow.

Oliver had half a mind to kick the teen. He would've added insult to injury, but every time he tried to get a shot in, the boy turned the joke on its creator like some sick weapon.

"Too bad there's not a way to pulverize me where I don't come out looking like a cheetah with all these bruises," Raphael sighed before pushing up off the ground.

"Let's try again," the Black Canary urged him. "After all, what doesn't kill you makes you -"

"Stranger. It could debilitate you for life if it doesn't traumatize you the old fashioned way." With this in mind, he walked back up to the blonde bombshell, hugging the left side of his ribcage to gauge the pain. It wasn't the worst he'd ever felt. But that hardly meant he wanted seconds. He decided to put up with it anyways the moment he made another headstrong rush for the seasoned brawler.

-Was formerly known as the Blue Bullet
-Former protege of the Green Arrow
-In his spare time, Raphael paints in a surreal, impressionist inspired style
-He is the proud owner of a bass guitar that he has managed to learn to use as though it were a lead instrument
-I like Cherry Pepsi