open rp } { dc/marvel smash

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Free for all for superhero based fandom smashing. Make a top level with your hero of choice and someone else will smash into it. I figured this would be easy and fun to do until we figure out actual plot and then we can do that.

For now, shenanignans!

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[withasouvenir]

Is that how the law actually works? Did double jeopardy lie to me?

[ she doesn't look fussed, sauntering over to motherfucking nightwing. ]

So. Pizza?

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Double jeopardy means you can't be tried for the same individual crime. But if you commit the same crime in two different places, double jeopardy doesn't apply.

[Lawyer Laurel strikes again. She'll go call it in to her dad while you guys work out the pizza details. She doesn't really care so long as mushroom and olive is an option.]

[wingdinging]

[Dick jerks a thumb in Laurel's direction] What she said. [and he's not just agreeing for the sake of agreeing -- he actually knows this shit, to a certain degree, too. Laurel's a lawyer by day; he's a cop in Blüdhaven]

[either way, though, he shrugs] But yeah. Pizza.

[withasouvenir]

Laurel is a freak of nature and she will want half olive and mushroom and you don't need to pretend that is not the most disgusting thing in the world, don't worry. [ turned away from oswald, thea pushes her mask up into her hair, leaving just a pretty young woman with dark, smudgy make up around her eyes like a raccoon instead of a slightly-too-violent vigilante. ] What's your poison? I can order, like, three.

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[Doo-doo-doo, will be over here handing off Oswald to the cops, please carry on with criticizing her pizza choices without her.]

[wingdinging]

Trust me, I've had weirder things on pizza.

[you should see what Tim likes]

But uh -- [he pauses, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Oswald, as he thinks] -- I don't know? [and another pause] Would you judge me too hard if I went the boring route and said, like, pepperoni and cheese?

[and for the record, he will get around to taking off his mask. he just doesn't want to do it while Oswald's still around, even if he's a little bit otherwise occupied, or while the cops are here. who knows whether or not someone will recognize him, if not as a fellow officer from a few towns over, then as Bruce Wayne's estranged heir]

[withasouvenir]

[ she's still got a hood and standing in dick's shadow means she's still hidden. it's handy being small. ]

Pepperoni and cheese is a classic, I commend your appreciation of commonality. [ she's texting her pizza order because she orders pizza enough that this is a thing she can do. ]

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[And after the Penguin is deposited where the police can find them, and she's watched over the transfer to know that he made it to the police cars and that they're uniforms that are on the level, she makes her way back and looks at them both with a small smile]

Back to the Arrowcave so that we can be ourselves again?

[wingdinging]

[Dick mock-salutes Thea, because it seems the thing to do, then throws a glance over his shoulder at Laurel as she approaches. an easy shrug follows]

Sure. [a beat] Though, uh ... are we running back, or ... ? [not that he minds getting his parkour on, but if the Arrowcave is anything like the Batcave and is under someone's mansion or something, that might not be plausible the whole way. he has a ride, here in the city, but he doesn't want to call his motorcycle if they are walking, because if you think his free-running is ridiculous, you should see him take his bike over the rooftops. he really doesn't want anyone to stroke out from the awesome]

[withasouvenir]

I mean... I was just gonna get an Uber. [ she shrugs like, don't make this too hard, you cute, gorgeous guy. ]

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[Laurel sighs as she makes her way back.]

Or we could just call Spartan.

[wingdinging]

Superhero Uber?

[or, probably more likely, whoever's in charge of the cars on their team]

[withasouvenir]

And he doesn't even charge. [ thea's just gonna text him right now. ]

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[She nods with a small smile.]

It'll be much faster and easier to explain than actual Uber.

[wingdinging]

[but less amusing and -- well, there's something wonderful about making someone's day by doing something like calling an Uber in costume. ah, well. this probably is better, right now. it saves him a dressing down from Bruce, later, and this is a little more serious than, say, ordering a pizza from the top of the courthouse in Gotham]

[that in mind, he shrugs] Works for me. [a beat] Though, I hope you don't mind if I hold onto the mask until we get back to base. [he doesn't have the luxury of a hood and he's pretty recognizable as Bruce Wayne's heir, without the mask]