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New Titans - next guardians of Jump City.

Damian followed the marker on his map unerringly, leaping across the rooftops with grace and precision. His skills from the League of Assassins and his gadgetry from Batman made navigating the city child's play. He wasn't worried about being spotted. No one ever looked up in a city, and he was as quiet as a cat in his acrobatics. The league had demanded nothing less in his training. Damian approached his destination. His first mark appeared to be in an alleyway just past some sort of pizza joint. Damian glared at it in disgust. Pizza. Now there was a way to lose the results of his intense physical training. He was vegetarian anyway, and the cheese would undoubtedly be fattening. He almost passed it by, before something caught his eye. He spun around in mid air, and grappled to a nearby rooftop. He scanned down at the people inside. There were a few strangely clad individuals, but they didn't grab his attention. What grabbed his attention was the being with the clearly xenological anatomy. He scanned an image of its face, and ran it through his remote access to the bat-computer. No outstanding warrants or files came up. It wasn't causing trouble, but an undocumented alien warranted further investigation. He stored its face and biological scan results to his suit, hoping to run them through a direct bat-computer program later.

Damian glided across the building, and into a nearby alley. He strode to a nearby garage. It was here. "Authorization TW5" he said. At once, the garage opened, revealing the contents inside; his Taloncycle. It was a red Waynetech augmented motorcycle commissioned personally by Damian through Mr. Fox. Being Bruce Wayne's son and possessing a wealth of economical and business knowledge certainly had its benefits. Damian approached the cycle, and checked the side of it. He moved aside a secret compartment he had installed, muttering "Come on. Don't have found it. Don't have found it." Inside was just what he hoped; a metal case. He opened it, and found all of his league of assassin gear; robes, throwing stars, and his personal sword, among other gear. Satisfied, he put the case back in his cycle, and drove off to his next marker.

Rebuilding humanity (Recruitment thread)

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New Titans - next guardians of Jump City.

Above the skyline of Jump City, a black plane slowly descended into the city. It was relatively quiet, and few people ever looked up, so it went mostly unnoticed. Inside, two masked figures operated the controls, heading towards Titans Tower. The co-pilot, dressed in his red costume, finally spoke up. "Have I mentioned how much I hate this idea already?" the boy in red asked. "Yes. You did," said the pilot, who was clearly recognizable as the Batman. "This is ridiculous. Why do I have to be on some stupid team with a bunch of annoying children, and Dick of all people?" said the figure in red. Batman didn't turn. He simply addressed his son, "Damian, it isn't because you'll like it. The league of assassins covered most of your training, and I've added to it as much as I can. What you need now is experience on a team. Dick has been doing it for years. He'll be a great teacher." Damian remained unconvinced. "Please. Like you enjoy working with that Justice League of yours. Why should I even bother? I'm perfectly fine on my own." Batman merely responded "You're right. I don't like working with them. But I do it because I have to. In this business, you do a lot of that. Now go. We're here." Damian sighed, and readied himself to open his cockpit. Before he did, he said, with a hint of gratitude, " Hey Dad? Tell Alfred to watch Titus for me." Batman smiled and turned to Damian, saying "Good luck, son."

With a grin, Damian dropped out of his cockpit, and spread his cape to glide across Jump City. Batman had given him a briefing on what to do when he arrived, and Damian kept to it, mostly because it involved his equipment. As he took in the sights of this new city, he alighted on a rooftop and scanned the horizon. Then, Damian caught sight of Titans Tower, and his jaw dropped. What had he gotten himself into now? "Are you SERIOUS!!??" he cried aloud. "What does the T stand for? Massive TARGET!? Do these people not understand secrecy?" He face palmed. Going back to the league to be killed was looking like a good option. Well, no going back now. Damian brought up a map of the city on his visor, and took off for the first marked point on his map, where his bike was stored.

New Titans - next guardians of Jump City.

Name: Damian Wayne "Talon"
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Main costume Backup assassin gear
Skills: League of Assassins training
Expert Martial Artist
Expert Swordsman
Some detective and tactical skill
Skill with Robin style gadgets
Powers: None
Personality: Damian Wayne is not a personable sort. At his best, he is a quiet, blunt teen with a dry, sarcastic wit. At his worst, he is an arrogant, violent, and rude sociopath with little concept of compassion or mercy. Over his past few years as Talon, he has matured somewhat. However, he still retains a level of his spoiled nature, and will not give anyone a single ounce of respect until he believes that they have earned it from him. Above all else, he wants to be accepted on any level. He also has a father figure complex with Batman, and wants to be truly recognized as his son.
Backstory: Damian Wayne is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. While still a fetus, he was genetically modified in an attempt to make him superior to Batman. Since his birth, Damian has been trained to become the heir of his grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, as leader of the league of assassins. He endured intense physical training, and was educated in a variety of fields. When he was ten, Talia left Damian with Bruce, believing that Damian would disrupt his operations. However, Batman continued the training of the young Wayne, and brought him along as his new sidekick. Bruce allowed Damian to pick a new name, as Robin was still with the Titans. Damian chose Talon, as he thought it sounded more intimidating then his predecessor. After five years as partners, Bruce has brought Damian to Jump City to join the titans, as Bruce thought Damian could use experience on a team. Damian has repeatedly expressed his displeasure.
Other: Damian's one soft spot is for animals. As such, he is a vegetarian.

New Titans - next guardians of Jump City.

Got it. I do have an idea for another character, but I really like the idea of throwing Damian in. Could I make it work in a non-cannon fashion?

New Titans - next guardians of Jump City.

This caught my attention and I had an awesome idea. Is Robin supposed to be nightwing at this point? Because Damien Wayne fits into this point of the timeline.

The Day The Earth Fell

Jacob politely took his jacket and gloves from Anora. He would have shown a slight smile, normally, before immediately suppressing it. As it was, however, he gave a curt "Thanks". Then he heard Ravenia and Tobias snap at him. He didn't care, really, though he was slightly annoyed. He didn't bother to adress their criticisms. though, and merely threw on his coat. After his gloves were on, he threw up the hood of his coat, slightly masking his face. It would fare better if he wasn't a walking flare. He payed little attention to Anora's cryptic comment as well. He wasn't much for riddles.

As for Tobias's remark of being checked out, Jacob took that seriously, at least. "I will be down, Tobias, make no mistake. After discharging that much energy I may have a few hairline fractures in my bone structure. But I won't be down just yet. I'll wait for there to be less people at the med center. I'd hate to interfere with anyone's recovery. Just let me know when it's good to come down. You know where to find me."

Eventually, some one got around to engaging the manual mechanism for the gates, and Jacob walked through. He stuck to the alleys, and less populated streets, as he made his way back to the power plant. He got a few stares on the way, as the occasional passerby had an angle to see his skull through his hood. He made his way into the plant without much excitement, and headed to his room. He sat on his bed and glanced at his desk. In the top drawer of it was the last thing Jacob had to remember of his time before his life went to hell. It didn't normally touch it like this, because it was old and he didn't want to damage it. However, Jacob strode over, and opened the drawer on a whim. Inside was an old copy of Plato's Republic. He had read it over three times. As a cynic, there was much he didn't agree with in the book, but he respected some of its claims. Hell, it was that book that had given his life purpose when he first arrived in the Paradise Lands.

Jacob moved back to his bed and collapsed on it. Contrary to what he said and how he acted in the wastes, Jacob was exhausted from the fight. Though he had no eye's, he willed his eye sockets to sort of "turn off", as he rested.

The Day The Earth Fell

Jacob took a glance back towards Tobias and Ravenia, less out of worry for them and more for their roles for the city. At least, that was what he told himself. He was stunned for a second to find them, of all things, still holding each other! It had been at least 30 seconds since the blast went off. But instead of helping finish off the remnants of the dead, there they were CUDDLING! At the very least, Ramera and Anora were holding their own. Now pissed off that his "glorious leader" wasn't even pulling her own weight, Jacob glanced off at what was left. One small group of dead remained in front of him. Jacob charged for a second, then fired one last beam at them, roasting them until the collapsed. Jacob took one last look at the waste around him. The battle was theirs.

Jacob would have wiped sweat off his face if he had a face at the moment. As it stood, however, he did not. Instead, Jacob cracked his neck side to side, making sure he was still in one peace. Jacob gave a loud "Clear!", announcing their success. Jacob looked back at the two lovebirds, as Ravenia gave him a wave. Jacob again wished he had the benefits of a face so he could glare at the two of them. He settled for calling in his usual emotionless tone "Alright, enough fraternizing. We still have a lot of work ahead of us to make sure the city remains secure. The two of you can do...... whatever it is you do...... AFTER we're done." He called up at the sky to the two harpies. "Anora, Ramera! Can one of you grab my coat and gloves from the top of the wall? We remember what happened last time I walked in like this. Let's avoid a panic this time." The coat and gloves would cover most of his skeleton. Only his head would stick out. The reason he wore it wasn't even appearances anyway, though a number of civilians didn't know that. It was actually to minimize the radiation he emitted.

Jacob strode toward the gates as he waited for his coat, also awaiting it to open up. On that note, Jacob once again wondered where Marcus had run off to. He didn't really care, either. They had been in the midst of an attack, and Marcus had just ditched his post. He would have to have a chat with Marcus about that when he got the chance.

The Day The Earth Fell

And the penny drops. There goes Jacob's everything, including his sense of overkill.

The Day The Earth Fell

Receiving the go ahead from Ravenia, Jacob charged forward. He wasn't worried about collateral damage at this point. The wall would remain undamaged from his blast. Aside from a slight shock wave from the actual explosion, the primary destructive force was heat and radiation. The harpies should have worked out his goal by now, and were probably moving for either distance or cover. As for Tobias and Ravenia, Jacob had full confidence in Tobias's abilities to weather the storm at the range he was shooting for. Tobias was a survive, if only because of his gift, and Jacob could respect that, if nothing else. Jacob sprinted towards the main group of the horde, blasting any dead that got too close with his eye beams. As he reached the main group, he dived forward, tackling the the first few in the group. As he did so, Jacob reached into the depths of his power, the burning radioactive furnace that was at his core, and released it from his entire body all at once.

A loud, roaring noise went forth as radioactive energy was unleashed in a single blast. The first line of dead that had been right on top of Jacob instantly disintegrated from the sheer heat and energy. The majority of the herd around him were thrown back from the shockwave, bits and pieces of them burnt to a crisp, or just thrown clean off. A small mushroom cloud of dust billowed for a few seconds at the epicenter. Jacob himself was now on the ground, a green aura surrounding him. His entire body itched from having his skin burnt clean off his body. Jacob flared his energies for a few seconds, finishing the work on his body the explosion had begun. Every trace of skin and hair on his body was gone, replaced by a glowing skeleton. Jacob climbed to his feet, and felt a dull numbness coating his body. He wasn't worried, as it was part of the finished process. Jacob looked around, his expressionless skull still seeing perfectly well. Not all of the dead had been killed, as some had gotten away with burns, their composition still intact.

Jacob called back to the wall. "It's clear, but only engage the dead behind me. I'm finishing the job up here." Their was another side note to Jacob's power that only the more trusted of the blessed ones were aware of, including Ravenia, Tobias, and the harpies. The power levels Jacob used when his skin was on rarely went higher then a specific level was because of the physical irritation he felt when using them. However, with his skin now gone, this was no longer an issue, meaning Jacob could increase the energy level of his abilities without repercussions. If Jacob had a face to express with, he would have a snicker right about now. Aiming his hands forward, he discharged massive beams of energy at the remains of the main group of dead. Jacob remained at his spot, melting large swathes of dead at a time. Only one manged to reach him from the side. Jacob merely flared up his side, knocking the dead back before he backhanded it, the sheer heat of his body melting it enough so its head was knocked clean off its body.

So long as he could hold the remains of the main group back here, the battle was all but assured. It was only a matter of time before he finished off the remains here, and the rest of the defense team eliminated the dead behind him that remained.