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[cxpperhead]

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[cxpperhead]

Have you ever changed your mind about completing a contract?

"Once or twice." Copperhead admitted quietly, but he would not expand further upon that. Normally he followed his contracts right down to the letter, even going the extra length to track down those in hiding or who had even fled to other states in hopes they could escape the wrath of those they had wronged. On very rare occasions, Copperhead changed his mind right at the last minute, even when success was within reach of his claws. His eyes flickered vaguely as he thought back to one particular incident long before he came to Gotham. It was a typical kill, a man who had angered the wrong people with deep pockets and Copperhead hadn't thought overly hard about accepting it. It was easy money, and had been even easier tracking the contract down, much less climbing through an open window to lie in wait for his return. No, what made that particular mission impossible to complete was the fact the man was not alone. Copperhead remembered the colour the man had gone when he started strangling him, tail wrapped tight his contract's neck. Thrashing would have done him no good; the weight of the serpentine assassin's knee pressing upon his chest kept him firmly in place, the dying man's nails unable to secure a grip against cold, smooth scales of his would-be killer. Another minute and Copperhead would have been gone, leaving yet another body in his wake except - "Papá?" Copperhead still remembered the shock he felt when he heard that small voice piping up from the doorway, turning his head away from his contract to see a young boy barely in his teens. His eyes, wide with horror, could see well enough in the darkness to tell something was horribly, deeply wrong and his father was very much in critical danger. Shaft of moonlight came flooding in through the open window in which Copperhead had arrived, illuminating the scene. He already saw the boy as clear as day, but in that moment he could feel the youth's terror as silver light bathed the bedroom in sinister glow, monstrous predator wringing the life out of his beloved father.

Go away. You don't need to see this. Copperhead remembered hissing at the youth, the grip of his tail loosening just a fraction around the man's neck. Make sure there arent any witnesses, his employers had demanded, adamant that he should do away with others if they happened to stumble across this merry scene but in that moment Copperhead found himself hesitating, unable to tear his gaze away from the youth's terrified eyes. Terror quickly morphed into something more primal, desperate as the boy moved. "¡Aléjate de mi papá!" Snatching up a candlestand, the boy screamed as he rushed at the bed, waving and waving the metal stick in his hand as though he were a knight charging a dragon with a sword. His scaled tail went slack, letting go of his would-be victim who immediately gasped and sputtered for breath, colour flooding back into his face as he inhaled life-giving oxygen once more.

But Copperhead was no longer there, just a shadowy figure perched upon the windowsill. In that moment, his eyes met the boy's again; terrified, angry, shocked that what he'd done actually worked, his small hands desperately clutching his wheezing father's own. Copperhead stared a moment longer, then slipped out the way he came. He never knew what happened after that. Copperhead didn't bother reporting back to his employers, he simply left the area and his alias at the time along with it. If the man took the hint and left along with his boy, he never heard anything about it - or any untimely deaths for a while. Copperhead didn't usually leave a contract unfinished but occasionally, on the very rarest of chances, he changed his mind after all.

[cxpperhead]

Copperhead doesn't need lockpicks to be able to bypass obstacles but they sure do make the process a lot easier. When confronted with locked doors, vents or windows, the ends of his claws are long and thin enough for him to jiggle the mechanism within and even unscrew less powerful bolts providing they are the right shape. If not, a dose of his venom is enough to corrode the metal, allowing him entry into more stubbornly guarded passageways.

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"Icons only" Kat takes the fall and gets arrested so copperhead doesn't.

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"Icons only" One of Gotham's vigilantes stopping your crimes!

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Icons Only + There's a big ass fossil just staring back from the alleyway-

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Icons only + meeting Waylon the first time

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"Icons only" Being asked to become a prostitute again.

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Icons only: taking him flying for the first time~

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"Icons only" Copperhead eating food Eddie cooked for him @question-marked

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𝙳𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝙽𝙴. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙽.

#PARADOXBATMD. exploring themes of: terrible coping mechanisms, grief, alcoholism, violent vigilante justice and child loss.

Independent, Selective, Non-Mutual, Canon Divergent Thomas Wayne/Batman from DC Comics. AKA the Flashpoint Batman. Draws directly from the Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox movie. DCAMU based with light comic influences.

Canon typical violence expected, 18+ content, minors and personals DNI

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Written by Fox, follows back from @cxpedcrusxder

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[cxpperhead]

To anybody that knew Copperhead, his expression rarely changed but even he had a hard time shaking off the chill that Batman's red-eyed glare gave him. It wasn't often he felt like the prey instead of the predator but tonight it seemed that fate saw fit to give him temporary reprieve at least, with the hulking vigilante being more interested in answers for the moment. Copperhead turned his attention back to the corpse on the floor, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling of no longer being able to see the vigilante's hands. The corpse in question, a man in his late forties or so stared back with lifeless eyes, his face still frozen in a mask of terror. Whoever had gotten to him first certainly wanted him to suffer. Definitely not his modus operandi, not this amount of blood. "I'll be frank with you. I was planning on this turning out to be a fatal encounter for our friend Mr. Reid here but it seems that somebody's beaten me to the punch." He said, turning back to Batman with a frown. There was no need to lie when the man already lay dead and he had no real reason to be here. He wasn't getting paid for it either way, having been unable to carry out the contract himself. "Seems a man like this has made quite a few enemies in town if more than one killer was on his way here tonight." Copperhead added before looking around.

The body was still warm. It couldn't have been more than half an hour before Reid's murderer did the deed and the room was still fresh with a mostly unpleasant bouquet of aromas that told tales only to those with keener senses. Fortunately Copperhead happened to be one of those people, his serpentine tongue flickering to pick up those telltale clues before turning back to Thomas with a frown. "I can't tell you who did this but I can tell you you're looking for a woman. Her scent's still hot, you may still be able to catch up to her if you hurry."

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" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

🗡️—-;; If he had a dime for every time he's heard that over the last twenty years, Thomas wouldn't need his casinos to fund his vigilantism. The Bat's eyes narrow at him, considering the statement from Copperhead for a long moment, though he doesn't make it all that obvious, his eyes do shift over the scene, the blood. Something that had clearly been a murder. Thomas cocks his head to the side, and under his cape his hand hovers at his belt, mostly so he wouldn't get entirely caught unawares if this was some kind of ruse, as those red lenses narrow at him.

"I'm not saying I believe you," He begins, "but I'll give you one chance to explain yourself." Of course, it wasn't exactly known that the Bat was the most patient of men, or the most lenient, not when it came to crime in Gotham, especially after the GCPD had been turned into a private security company, rather than public servants. Thomas faith in them was even less now than it had been in the beginning. "Do you know who did this?"

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@umbrellamedic //Bertha will fight that generator, because it's wrong

@the-arkham-librarian : Eliza will fucking fist fight that generator. That’s her snusband! (Snake husband)

"I'd really rather you didn't fight it. It's just an AI, although hearing that you would throw hands with it is more touching than anything it could possibly say."

[cxpperhead]

How attractive is your muse?

He doesn't say anything in response, only that he gets up and leaves as demanded.

Tagged byStolen from: @gale-of-spirits (♡) Tagging: Whoever would like to do it!

[cxpperhead]

Who would you be on a pirate crew?

Surgeon/Doctor

Whether your intimate knowledge and interest in chemistry and biology (more specifically human anatomy) is the reason for your unhingedment or if it's the cause, you're undoubtedly very intelligent. You're not a fan of large scale violence or chaos of any kind, you'd rather keep to your own studies (which may or may not involve brutal small-scale violence). You've never brought serious harm to anyone from your own crew and so they're used to looking the other way when you decide to drag a suspiciously human-sized bundle into your cabin again. Despite all that, you've saved at least two dozen people from certain death and have invented new medicine, some of which actually works like it was intended to.

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