#youstolemycoat

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@youstolemycoat​ cont. put that thing back where it came from​

      “Sounds more like stealing it to me. What do you need so much power for, couldn’t you just .  .  . ask for someone else’s help?” 

[movedcrimefightr]

Gotham was half consumed in a forest of angry, hungry, plants and that means it's all hands on deck. Paladin had come home for the event, finding his old stomping ground nearly overrun.

As Batman and Spoiler cleared a block of plants and evacuated civilians a chill swept in. The plants began to thrash, not aggressive but in whatever constitutes pain for a plant. Soon they died en mass as a dark, baleful, light came into view.

Paladin arrived, bringing with him a sphere of unlife. Unnatural growth met unnatural death, and here, death reigned supreme. Nick strode through the withering plants, approaching his father with a wild sort of grin.

"Rejoice. For very bad things are about to happen."

NOT A SIGHT any being is welcome to see. Let alone him. Death seemingly sweeping faster around him then light could ever reach. It’s a sinking feeling when he turns; familiarity in the air and a strike of thunder like recognition taking over then. 

        “ Nick? “ 

No. Not his nick. Something else. Someone else. 

The universe was broken. Worlds eat worlds and eat worlds. This was an echo of the broken. Something he was meant to fix. He willed himself to believe it. Even when he knew better. 

It was better than thinking of anything else. 

A broken world he can try to fix. 

A broken boy? He didn’t know how. 

      “ Enough. Not in my city. “

unprompted  :  @youstolemycoat​ .

[bigsharkdaddy]

@youstolemycoat​ // nick pls size counts

“Look all I’m sayin’ is. Size isn’t everything. Yeah it’s great but you gotta know what you’re doing. Skill. That’s what matters. Know how to use your weapon”. Nick holds out his blade, “see, I got magic. And my sword. I’m fast and clever, there’s only so much that raw muscle can do against that.” (Get your mind out of the gutter lol)

‘Nick, my dude, I know you’re trying to be all ninja samurai whatever-the-fuck, but I am a shark. Before your little kitchen knife has cut through me, my entire hand will be so far up your ass you’ll be tweetering like the birds.‘ Wiggles his fingers and huge claws right in his face to make a point, clearly not having a worry in the world about the sword Nick is holding. ‘Magic ain’t shit if I rip out your tongue and eat your hands. I could just, you know --’ makes a gesture of holding the other male’s head in his hands, thumbs hovering where his eyes would be, ‘go right through your eyeballs and into your brain like this. Is magic gonna fix that? Theoretically, of course.’ The way he bares his teeth in a grin tells Nick it wouldn’t be the first time he did that, though. And definitely not the last time either. ‘Also I bet I could beat you even easier if we took this out to the water. But you’d be too chicken shit for that.’

[bctgrl]

@youstolemycoat cont. from [ x ]

It was a spur of the moment thing--excitement from the new lead. Thats what it had to be. Stephanie pulled her mask back up fairly quickly to hide her blush, looking at Nick with wide eyes. She could play this off. Totally. 

“I--uh,” Stephanie shrugged, giggling nervously, “I told you I’d give you a kiss when we finally caught a break,” a bold face lie. She hoped he didn’t remember that far back. 

[chokethelight]

   “If one was to look at the grander scheme of things, they would come to realize the only thing holding the Empire together . . . is us.”

( @youstolemycoat​ )

[thecursedhellblazer]

Semi-plotted starter for @youstolemycoat

John Constantine didn’t have an issue with the Justice League per se. The concept in itself wasn’t so bad, quite the contrary. After all, someone had to stand up and face the worst crises, unless the whole planet, and the universe too at times, wished to kiss their sorry arse goodbye. It was also fair and appropriate that the job had fallen on the shoulders of people who were capable of carrying its burden. It saved lives and it kicked all the sorts of evil back to where they belonged.

So, no, he didn’t have an issue with the organisation and its purpose. What he had a problem with were its members. Self-righteous, arrogant, know-it-all, overconfident jerks, who never got off their high horse. And half of them were gullible too, which both made it worse and, at the same time, was a trait that the magician had exploited often in the past.

And, not for the first time, if he had found himself in that kind of ugly trouble, it was all their fault. He really needed to stop picking up his phone whenever he got a call for a number he didn’t recognise. Assuming that it would have been enough to spare him from being forced to join them.

His fist collided with the jaw of the man who was lying underneath him on the ground. When he had first arrived and caught sight of the bastard, for a moment he had thought that he had to be having a nightmare. He had hoped that it was the case. However, the slap he had given himself had only gained him a glare from Batman and a curt order to step in and help, a command that John hadn’t heard. Instead, he had rushed forward, tackling the other on the ground and starting to hit him as hard as he could, no matter if it made his hands hurt and his knuckles bruised.

All the pain in the world was worth the chance to reduced into a pulp the man who had wrecked him in more ways he could explain. His old mentor, his former lover, the one he had trusted with all himself.

“Yeh bloody piece o’ gobshite! The shoulda stayed dead! Shoulda stayed in th’ fuckin’ Pit where yeh belong! I ‘ad warned yeh th’ last time we saw each other! ‘M goin’ to send yeh back to ‘Ell meself!”

[ancientsith]

@youstolemycoat​ // SC

“Is there a reason YOU stand before me?” A voice questioned, echoing off dark walls as the tall figure stepped towards an unfamiliar face. Call it curiosity for letting him get this far, something told the sith to let the other reach the very room they now stood in. What it would lead to, Dagon did NOT know but his yellow-red eyes were locked on the stranger as forearms rested on the ends of twin sabers at his sides. 

[maximummusesarch]

@youstolemycoat​  (sc)

“I’m less than impressed.”  When meeting people for the first time... Damian had something of a tendency to lay on the snark.  While there are always exceptions to this rule, family is often given twice the snark others would be given.  And in the case of this other former Robin... well, Damian would like to believe that he chose his words well.

“You’re better than Drake, but that’s such an embarrassingly low bar.”

[bluedwing]

Nick puts a chaste kiss on his brothers cheek, “thanks taking me out. John and I are having a weird week, I needed this distraction.”

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss. || accepting @youstolemycoat

He doesn't like seeing his brother like this, so of course Dick is going to do anything in his power to cheer him up. He's glad it seems to be somewhat working, smiling as he pats Nick's shoulder. "Anytime. Besides, it's been a while since we've hung out."

[12thlevel]

@youstolemycoat​​ | starter call

Magic. Oh, how Querl DETESTS magic.

Wild, flashy, unpredictable, illogical magic.

    “Do you mind?” he hisses. “Some of us are trying to work here.”

True, they’re on a public street, and true, he doesn’t exactly have the right to demand someone stop using magic, but that’s never stopped him before.

[movedcrimefightr]

Yes Bruce that’s your son, coming out of the garage with some other young man’s shirt around his waist. Nick stops when he notices Bruce, staring for a moment. “Uh. Hey, dad. You heading out? Don’t take the corvette.”

BRUCE HAS DEFINITELY not included that in his children’s bingo this week. But he supposed he’s more surprised that he didn’t catch them right in the middle. 

“ Hm. Your timing still needs improvement. “ He remarked, ruffling his hair as he walked past him and makes a bee line for the Rolls Royce in the furthest most opposite corner away from the corvette. 

dad prompts   :   @youstolemycoat .

[bigsharkdaddy]

@youstolemycoat​​ // in response to

Meta on culture shock between surface and sea.

Let me start this one off by saying that a very important thing to note on this particular subject is the difference between who King Shark/Nanaue is below the ocean surface and above it.

He was born above surface, to a human mother who, despite her love for him, thought he was somewhat of an abomination. She didn’t love him any less for it, him being a child and token of the love between herself and Kamohoali’i, but she knew her child would be seen as a monster by all who laid their eyes on him. Nanaue wasn’t born looking like he does today, no -- as a child, he looked reasonably normal. The biggest difference, however, were the enormous, serrated teeth he had in his wide mouth. Kalei (the mother) was told never to feed her son meat or fish, for that would trigger a transformation that could not be undone... so you can guess what happened. One day he was allowed to join fishermen on their boat, and in the evening they roasted their caught fish over a fire... Nanaue, knowing he was forbidden from eating fish but being at the very cusp of puberty, thought he could try it, as a small but insignificant act of rebellion, and the rest is history.

His father, the mighty God of Sharks Kamohoali’i, was nowhere to be found when Nanaue roamed the ocean, and he was left to his own devices. This was made less difficult by the fact that sharks and fish seemed to acknowledge him as a form of authority without question. They knew who his father was, they knew who Nanaue was -- he was the King of Sharks, a title inherited.

This means that below the water’s surface everywhere, Nanaue is not just ‘a shark man’. He is the son of a god, a literal god revered by nearly if not all in the seas worldwide, and it gives Nanaue a power and authority. He doesn’t do much with it since things under water are much more peaceful than above it, so there is little reason for him to intervene... but the power is there, at his very fingertips.

Above the water, however... he is the ‘shark man’. The weirdo. The scary creature. The monster. He is treated like the horrifying beast her mother never wanted him to become and despite the fact that he has learned to live with it and has embraced it and made it part of his brand, it still hurts. He knows he is rarely ever regarded as normal, smart, anything else that he could have been if only he didn’t have the head of a shark, and his history with authority shows this. He’s mindless muscle to Waller. He’s mindless muscle to his teammates. He’s mindless muscle to anyone who ever got their hands on him.

And then people wonder why he prefers staying in the depths of the ocean...

Besides that he really does think humans are a plague of the earth, and he truly hopes they will exterminate themselves with their guns and their bombs and their hate.

[bctgrl]

@youstolemycoat​ asked:

"So, I vomited acidic blood on a dude and melted half his face off and now dad is mad at me because the magic son, who uses magic... used magic. So unfair."

-> UNPROMPTED ASK / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

"You know, I don't think it was the magic part. I think it was you melting off his face, dude," Steph cocked an eyebrow before popping another french fry into her mouth. She had lost her appetite from the conversation, but hey, it was something to do. ". . . Explain this to me. How did you even vomit acidic blood? Why was that the best option?"

[chokethelight]

  “One must always be careful to take account for every factor. It’s an important part to have some sort of contingency for anything that comes up. Up to and including plans for allies who turn out to be the enemy.”

( @youstolemycoat​ )

[thecursedhellblazer]

{ Continued from here }

@youstolemycoat​​

“He’s my dad, John. I have to go.“

Nick had never quite been able to remove himself from his devotion to Batman. He had always been the son who would be there, who would drop anything. And there was a war in Gotham? How could he do anything but come to help Bruce and the others?

As he put the sword at his waist, hood pulled over his head and mask fit into place, he gave John a wistful look. He wanted to stay, he really did. John was magnetic in a way Nick had never experienced before. But they were, perhaps, too different to work.

“You could come with me, you know. If Harley is helping, I don’t think dad is turning away any kind of aid.“ He let the idea linger in the air, thinking on it. Hoping John would, too.

John rolled his eyes, not surprised at all by the answer he had received. It wasn’t the first time that Nick dropped everything and ran off just because Batman had asked him to and nothing of what he had said had been able to convince the other that it wasn’t worth it.

“He ne’er acted like one, for woh yeh told me,” he muttered under his breath. “I guess th’ reply to me question ‘s loyalty den, aye?”

Gods, he felt like he was repeating a worn script, one that they had been reciting since the start of their...Could he even call it “friendship”? There was something going on between them, made mostly of confused lines, and none of them had ever cared to give it a name. Or to acknowledge it in the first place.

The request did make John pause for a moment, his eyes shutting close as he bit back a sigh. He was tempted to go, for the only reason that it was Nick asking, but on the other hand he had always promised himself that he would have stayed away from that sort of business. He didn’t even like Gotham.

“I could come wit’ to do woh, exactly? Kick some fuckin’ gansters’ arse? Tha’ ain’t exactly me field n’ yeh know it, mate. I’m a magician in trainin’, not a bloody vigilante.”

[legaxies]

@youstolemycoat liked for a starter with Dick Grayson

“Huh.” Dick glanced down at the new boy, his brow furrowed in thought. “So you’re ,my new little brother, huh?” He questioned. He had been surprised when B had told him he’d brought home a new kid, rescued from the streets of Gotham.

“I’m Dick... but I guess you probably know that already. Are you settling in alright?”