( picture prompt meme )

[cocksocker]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.

IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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i just got out of the theater and was left with a mighty need for more interactions between them

[signalized]

uh, hell yeah.

[twofer]

[ it's raining — in gotham city, he wonders to himself, who'da thought.

drops pool around the collar of his tac-suit, lightning strikes overhead, sparking an odd design along the skyline. floyd lawton keeps positioned, casting a quick eye to the digital watch-face on his wrist, and releases a sigh. thunder makes a remark, cackling in the darkness. yeah, keep it up; it's a fleeting contemplation, as if he could stab a finger at the big man himself.

the job's easy enough: part-timer with delusions of grandeur wants his boss taken care of, had the money to match his mouth. the rain provides an unexpected cover, trickling down his back and filling the cracks of the rooftop to their depth. he asks the questions he needs to, no more, no less. an eye stares down the length of his scope. he'd decided to use a fixed long-range for a more accurate shot when he decided it looked like rain. ( you should take an umbrella, daddy. )

maybe he jinxed it, somewhere down the line. called it simple, considered it mediocre. he sniffs, the air thick with humidity. another clap of thunder fires away and it's in this moment the toe of a boot collides with the side of his face. the men are fast, but he's faster. it's bullets in chests, heads, fists and grit teeth. floyd swings, ducks, gun at his wrist firing away without any real thought that isn't survive this. he's been made, set-up, and as he rips off one of his gloves with a bite, he pulls one of the sneaky sons of bitches into his grip, allowing skin to collide against skin in a cacophony of bloodshed. when his knuckles are split and he stands over a pile of broken bodies, floyd slings his rifle over his shoulder, clutching his free arm to what feels like a cracked rib.

he's careful in wriggling down the fire escape, grip of his boots guiding him backwards, until he misses the bottom rung of the ladder and lands onto the gravel with a hearty thud. rain splatters his face, blurring his vision, and as he turns to pick himself up, he halts, the twisted shadow of a familiar creature greets him at the end of the alley. ]

Alright. So, it's gonna be like that, huh?

[ floyd gestures to the sky, balanced on one of his elbows as shakes his pointer. yeah, keep it up. he should have known better than to start shit with the almighty.

he chuckles, a dark and cynical thing, and maneuvers himself upright, sitting against the brick wall of the nearest building. rain licks his wounds, fatter droplets from the overhead stairwell making their mark on the crown of his head, and he sets it to stone. ( you should take — ) ]

Yo, we doin' this or what?

[signalized]

[it rains a lot in gotham. in his more philosophical moments he thinks it's fitting, as if nature itself was trying to wash the crime and corruptness out of the city. most of the time though, it's annoying. not that he can feel it much through the thick kelvar of the Batsuit but that's beyond the point.

guns have never been something Bruce cares for much, considering how his parents died. sure, he used kryptonite guns when fighting with Clark but that had been an exception, not the rule. Which means Deadshot's main mode of fighting tends to sit particularly wrongly with him. bot that Bruce needs encouragement to be angry or go after the people causing destruction in Gotham.

hitmen will always exist, people will always be willing to pay for what they aren't willing to do themselves, but Deadshot was the best one he's ever seen. there's a reason why people talk about how he's never missed a shot. someone that skilled is too dangerous to allow to keep roaming the city.

he's not the one who set floyd up tonight but he's certainly willing to take advantage of it all the same.]

Of course we are.

[it's almost admirable, the cocky nature of his opponent. even most criminals cower in the fear of the Bat, but not him.

he's not sure if that makes him hate him more or less.

probably a bit of both.

either way he's grabbing one of the baterangs to throw and try to cut the strap of his rifle -- disarming him as much as possible will make this a little more even of a fight.

even if the suit is bullet proof, he'd rather not get lectured by Alfred if he comes home injured.

again.

for the third time this week.]