Hillan

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Estranged from my father. No real ties to my surname, so when I got married I changed my surname (...eventually. I am a lazy, lazy man) .

@Hound55

Your father, the maffiaboss you definitely didn't snitch on? Got it. ;)

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It gets better. I used to play/write basketball stuff (and didn't want certain coaches and people of influence knowing exactly who I was - this is before I got sick and all hope of doing something with that was swiftly flushed down the toilet). So in the Australian basketball community people are more likely to know me by that name (or just 'Hound') than by my actual name. Especially my current name.

However likely that may be though... was like twenty years ago.

Somehow those who do remember the name don't confuse me for being Latino though.

@Hound55

What do you mean "Current name"
Are you in witness protection?

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I also think Thor: Ragnarok is severely overrated. Love Taika, but he really went out of his way to make a more fan-fictiony movie than a Thor movie good on it's own merits. Thor's best movie appearances are easily Infinity War/Endgame for me, with the first Thor tailing distantly behind. Those movies seemed to get what works about him, and Ragnarok feels like it's about this entirely other thing that I care less about.

@Master Bruce

I think because of IW / Endgame, the three Thor movies become a lot more compelling. Thor's arc is maybe more convincing than Cap or Stark's, and I don't think Thor gets the credit he deserves for it. Man's lost everything, including the belief in himself. Him not thinking he's worthy in Endgame is heartbreaking.

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Hey, OOC discussion is cool. That in mind...

What are your unpopular superhero/superhero media opinions?

For instance, considering what's been said in this thread... I didn't think The Suicide Squad was that great. 6/10-ish. It's a vast improvement over the original of course, but from the hype I was expecting something mind-blowing, instead I got something that felt like a low to mid MCU outing.

@DocTachyon

1) Avengers 1 is the worst movie in the MCU, Whedon's a hack and he only got lucky that Ultron got so much fucking better with time because of references in the later movies.
2) Iron Man 2 and 3 are both movies that are perfectly fine.
3) I agree with Roman's take on Batfleck. Best Batman, worst movies.
4) Young Justice is better than every other superhero TV-show or movie, animated or otherwise.

7) I am incredibly fucking hungover.

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Jason Todd
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Roy Harper

#1
S.H.I.E.L.D FIELD OFFICE, NEW JERSEY

The dossier flew onto his desk, he was playing with the pen in his hand, twirling it around with incredible dexterity. The ginger-haired man peered up, his superior Regina Bellum grimaced.

"You asked for this, Harper. I'd say you'd live to regret it, but I'm not so sure you'll make it that long." Roy peered up and smiled at the older agent.

"C'mon 'Gina. How bad can it be?"

"Gotham's only ever produced one man more nuts than him." She dismissed Special Agent Roy Harper with a wave of her hand, walking back to her office. Roy opened up the dossier and smirked. Inside were pictures of the young man, the dossier was full of blacked-out information, names and dates. Places he had grown up, the name of his beneficiary. Date of birth - even the far more rare death certificate was included, yet mostly blacked out. Very little was known about the man whose information Roy held in his hands. The only sentence that had survived the merciless grip of the classification officer who had worked on this file was a quote.

“Fearless, arrogant, brash and gifted.” - The Batman.

Beneath it followed remnants of his psych report, his rap sheet, the number of bad guys he had stopped in his relatively short time as Batman's right-hand boy. The number of bad guys he had killed when he came back to Gotham after his absence - even included details about how he had committed 7 murders while incarcerated at Arkham Asylum. The man, only a few years Roy's junior, was sentenced to multiple life sentences in jail. Yet one call from the big boss at Argus and suddenly this man became his problem.

"What's the group who's got maybe the highest concentration of combat skill in the world, Roy?" He leaned back in his chair, pondering.

"The Bats, right. See, ol' Batman himself created a legacy of being a hero who toed the line. Operating well in the grey, but knowing full well where the line always has been. Batman trained himself to be a soldier, and it's always been the assumption that he trained the rest of his merry band of heroes, right?" He continued talking to himself, playing with the pen still in his fingers, moving it meticulously, flawlessly with his fingers from the index to the pinky in one swift motion, only to rotate it back and do it all again.
"They're all famous, every last one of them for their unorthodox solutions. Their willingness to go the extra mile." A smile crept upon his face.

"And I managed to score myself a 1 on 1 with the black sheep of that family? You've done it again Harper. The guy was such an asshole that even Death spit him back up." Roy threw his feet off of his desk, his black tie falling over his shoulder quickly as he turned around, pulling his suitcase from the floor. His hair was slicked back and he comfortably pulled the green trucker hat over his head, making his outfit clash something fierce between the dirty trucker hat and the freshly pressed black suit that S.H.I.E.L.D forced him to wear at the field offices.

He left his cubicle and headed out, looking at the secretary, Liam.
"Cancel my meetings, Liam."
"I'm not your secretary and you don't have any meetin-"
"I'm off to a lunch date with a psychopath."

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On a small private airfield in New York, the private Jet belonging to Argus landed, opened up, and revealing four men, three in black suits and one man in cuffs.
Jason was wearing a casual outfit, whatever ARGUS had on hand to give him before they shipped him out. Jason's hands were cuffed still, the three ARGUS agents were still keeping him in their custody before SHIELD would take him into theirs.

Agent Sharon Carter, the Grandniece of Steve Rogers himself was the agent in charge of the meeting. She was also Roy's former partner. Roy smiled sheepishly at her as he arrived on the scene and she sighed.
"I'll take him from 'ere. You can uncuff him." Sharon told the ARGUS agents who looked at each other before shaking their heads
"That's uh, unwise, Miss Cart-"
"Agent. Carter."
"Right, Agent Carter. Prisoner #411's supposed to be transferred directly to the helicarrier and interviewed there. Those were the order we received."
"Waller and I negotiated another deal. So unless you wanna call her up in the middle of her exercise routine - 3-4 P.M every day. - I'd shut up and hand me the prisoner." The agents once more let out a loud sigh and pushed Jason forward, making him turn around and unlocked his cuffs.

"I'm impressed, Agent Carter. But you just made a great mistake. Jason's shot back, as he took a step forward, his hands pulling the two Glock 19's from each of the Agents holsters, undoing the security strap without hesitation, stunning the agents of ARGUS. The firearms were aimed at Carter and Harper.

"You let a crazy man get his hands on some toys." He smiled, Roy reached for his gun but Sharon raised her hand to tell him to stand down, likewise for the Argus Agents.

"I don't think you are crazy, Mr. Todd. Not anymore, at least. ARGUS spent a lot of money on making you better. You suffered from great chemical unbalance, combined with your demise, resurrection, and already pretty substantial anger issues, you lashed out. Started a war in Gotham."

"You think me trying to kill Batman and burn Gotham to the ground was a temper tantrum?"

"More or less."
Jason laughed, put down the guns, and put his hands forward to be cuffed again. The argus agents reclaimed their guns and went for the cuffs again.

"Told you, he's frickin' Crazy!"

"And I told you. You are to release him into my custody. Or, more specifically, into Agent Harper's custody." Sharon commanded, as the Argus agents begrudgingly stood down. Roy was impressed, concerned and a little amused by Sharon's display of confidence. She reminded him a lot of Fury. Jason rubbed his wrists, threw back his hair out of his face, and scratched his unkempt beard. SUPERMAX didn't give him the ability to shave - not after he sliced the guard who was taking money from Black Mask's wrist with a disposable razor.

"This is the guy?" Jason asked with a disappointed look in his eyes. Trying to see if there was a bigger, more, let's say 'Captain America' looking guy Behind the ginger-haired man with the cheap suit and dirty trucker hat. But, no, this seemed to be it.

"Special Agent Roy Harper. He volunteered to be your chaperone. He's also one of SHIELDs Best." Jason wasn't convinced. Roy grimaced.
"He's slow on the trigger. I could've killed you both and the other 3 mooks before he'd even pull his gun."

"You didn't take the guns of safety. So either you've lost your killer instinct in prison - or you've forgotten how to shoot a gun." Roy smiled and Jason shrugged.

"I'm a retired supervillain, after all."

"Thank you, Agent Carter. I'll brief Mr.Hood here on our missions. You tell Rogers hi for me when you get back onto the carrier."

"He still barely knows your name, you know that right?" She said as she walked towards the armored SUV at the end of the tarmac.

"Don't break my little heart like that, Shar." Roy exclaimed as she walked away, a grin on his face he turned back to Jason.

"Hope you're ready to work off your sentence by doing some real good, Todd. There's our ride." An old RV-7A stood parked, rust visible and the plane looked like it hadn't been flown for decades. But he had no choice, Waller had made sure of that. Jason sighed and followed the trucker-hat-clad moron.

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What's everyones favourite Superhero film?

@Sep

1. Winter Soldier.

2. Under The Red Hood

3. Gunn's Out For Harley Quinn.

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He didn't need help finding the gif, he was... Y'know what, I'm gonna let you Islanders sort this one out amongst yourself.

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Dinoman strikes again

@DocTachyon

Roman's British, hardly even a person.

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I mean, it might be disqualified for not being close enough to superheroes... But if it's not.

This > Everything else.



Though, for what it's worth you are all terrible people for not mentioning this earlier.

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Chapter 1: Something ends.

Strapped to the cold stone table laid the 16-year-old girl, her skin paler than the moon, clad in her purple spandex, her robe had been removed and destroyed - a symbol of her saviors' power that her captors had no interest in preserving. She wouldn't need it anymore. Her name was Raven, at least that was her new chosen name. Once upon a time, her mother had called her Annabelle. That very same mother was currently one of the six-eyed beasts holding her captive. She was bound with chains enchanted with the blood of the sorcerers of Azarath - Ravens own masters. The young mystic knew this meant only one thing. Azarath had fallen, the first line of defense the multiverse had against the greatest evil she knew had fallen.

Her father was coming.

She strained against the chains, she tried to cast her magic. She went through all of the trials and tribulations in her head. Her friends. Her regrets. All of those feelings she had never allowed herself to feel. In fear of her father creating a bridge into this world with them. All of her sacrifices would now be for nothing.

"BROTHERS!" A man clad in a black hood yelled, he was standing on a stone next to Raven, facing the other way, out towards the crowd. The other, 20 or so people around the dimly lit cellar of the thousand-year-old mansion. The rest of his followers gathered there, among them Raven's mother, she threw her head to the other side and found her uncle, cousin, and other relatives, people she had known and loved here in the mortal world among the members of the cult. The man cast off his hood. The girl recognized him immediately. His name was Jackson Devlin, and he had been her high school teacher, the only one who seemed to care about her while she was growing up - before she dropped out. He held in his hand a dagger, ornate with runes on it in an ancient language very few could still read. Raven knew she could even though she had never learned how to read it. She refused to read it, she knew where the knowledge came from.

"Today our mission ends! Our duty is done! Today, we herald our master into this world. We shall bask in his glory and create our paradise under his rule!" The crowd cheered.

"But there are two things that still need doing. First, we, the loyal subjects have to make an offering." He promised with the knife in hand.
"An offering in blood. Join me, brothers and sisters, put your hands on the stone and let your life force give power to the spell!" The stone pillar the altar stood on had a place at the bottom for everyone to put their hands, Raven only now realizing she was some 5 meters into the air. The air got colder as everyone placed their hands on the rock.

"Now, brothers and sisters. Let your power enter the altar of S'aar. Power up this tool of our lords' excellence!" Jackson cackled, Raven, recognizing that people were losing blood that came pouring up the rock, around her forming a pentagram, no. Not just a pentagram. A rune. Six eyes. And she could immediately feel her body changing, tensing up. The intense mystical power inside of her surging. She was stronger than ever before right now. If the chains weren't holding her down - she could have changed the world with a thought. This power... Was intoxicating.

But soon, the fantastic of it started to vain, her training and resistance to such pursuits, the easy solution kicked in and she came back down, down to her sense. The followers' dark hoods began falling off from their faces as their bodies had given enough blood.
Throwing her head around, she'd see old teachers, nurses, the nice cashier at the supermarket. The guy at the antique bookstore. Everyone Raven had known and held dear were in this very room, their eyes glowing with a sinister red glow. Once the rune was fully charged, Jackson cut his hand open, six eyes appearing in his head. Raven's mom appeared on the other side of the stone table, next to Jackson. Her six eyes had a more intense glow to them. Her mom said nothing, Raven was horrified at the sight, trying her hardest to use her new powers to break free, but she couldn't.
Her mother sliced her hand open, just like Jackson had with the same dagger, using the other side of the edge. Holding it above Raven, her hand was layered with Jacksons' hand.

"I am the Bride."
"I am the Disciple."
The two said in unison.

"This is your prophet. Your avatar. She is the daughter of Darkness and she shall be your vessel. The hour is nigh, it is time for you to rise, Lord Trigon!" The two let their blood drip onto the rune they were standing on, its glow growing more violent and the entire room echoed with a deep, dark voice beckoning his return.

"Stop!" Raven begged, choking back tears but nobody heard her, for there was not a human among the crowd.

The dagger pierced her chest, to her very heart.

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"You're dead, Raven." The voice spoke, it wasn't a taunt, there was no feeling at all involved in the words. It was a fact, final, and an ultimate one. Raven had no body to answer with, her body was currently being taken over by the worst evil she could imagine.

The voice echoed within her.
"Suffering has been your lot in life."

"It's not fair." The teenager complained, she had no body yet she spoke, she couldn't quite explain what this place was or how it felt because somehow, it felt like nothing yet everything at the same time.

"Is this heaven?" A part of her clinging to the teachings she had once learned as a child - long before she knew of her true heritage.

"Heaven is not available to you, daughter of darkness. Your very existence is an affront to the foundation of paradise."

"So, I'm just gone? Trigon is gonna steal my body and get to execute his plan? Bring an end to it all?

"Unless you choose to stop him, child. I am a being far more suited to ward off your father than you are - even than the mages that raised you were. For their teachings came from a part of me."

"How will you help? What do I have to sacrifice?" She wasn't a fool. Nobody, especially not beings of the cosmic magnitude, gave anything away for free.

"I ask for the same thing your father would. You to be my vessel and I shall hold him back. You will be my rider, and we shall bring the wicked to justice. Vengeance is my name, and you young witch are my champion."

Raven felt like she let out a sigh - a truly fascinating experience, given how she didn't have a body - She could feel her father's presence nearing. He was approaching and once he took hold of her now empty husk of a body, nothing could stop him. Not the Justice League and not the Sorcerer Supreme. Raven could feel the energy of this Vengeance. It was pure. Holy. Everything she wasn't. More importantly, she felt this presence to be as strong as her own father.

"I accept."