Now There's Three [OPEN]

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Warning: Mild Gore.

"Jordan, you should be doing your homework." The old woman's voice, despite it's rasp, carried from the kitchen. Jordan's light blue eyes flashed with ice, annoyance assailing his thoughts. You'd think she'd learn. He sighed. How could he think like that? His grandmother was only trying to help. He pushed himself off the soft couch and turned off the Tv, there was nothing on anyway, before walking into the kitchen with a grim scowl. "Grammie, I don't have homework." He lied through his white teeth, but his grandmother was old enough to know when someone was lying. She smiled sweetly at him, her brown eyes amused. "You always say that...it's just another way of telling me you just don't feel like doing it." Jordan nodded, what was the point in disagreeing? "I can see your grades online, your failing your math and history class." His grandmother commented. He shrugged the wires kff as if they meant nothing. "So? Doesn't matter." He answered.

His grandmother sighed now, apparently dissapointed. "You don't care anymore, do you?" She asked. Jordan shrugged again and ducked his head. No, he didn't care. It didn't matter. Getting good grades wouldn't change the curse, wouldn't stop all the death, all the pain. He left the kitchen without another word and walked out the front door, closing it quietly behind him. He trotted down the hall toward the stairs. He lived on the third floor of the apartments complex, and he didn't feel lime using the elevator, which was naturally built in since the towers were so large, and the exercise would do him good. He jogged down the steps and nearly tripped once before catching himself, but once he was out in the fresh air, Jordan relaxed. It was nice to breath in the cold air that displaced the usual, muggy scent of the Gothic city.

He hugged his chest with his bare arms, despising that it may have been smart ti grab a coat, but he didn't feel lime going inside so instead he began his journey down the sidewalk, jogging as to better retain warmth. No one waved as he passed. He saw a few familier faces, but none were friendly. Jordan walked the streets often, and it was hard for him to get lost. He had a lucky sense of direction that acted as a compass lodged in his brain. Eventually, his breath became labored and he had to slow to a walk. The sun was just a whisper of gold along the skyscraper lined horizon, and darkness was shrouding his world. Jordan realized the temperature had dropped dramatically, and started to turn back when he noticed it, from the corner of his eyes. The flitting of a shadow. He was being followed.

It came like the sudden strike of an unseen bullet, his blue eyes burning with a sudden fire. Then, it started with the pupils, his gaze flooding with crimson, a smirk sliding across his face. He ran a hand through his hair as he noticed the form approach, and the newly arrived Scourge pushed Jordan to the back of his mind as his mental cries for help grew more desperate. His skin took on a darker tone as Scourge ran a hand through his black hair, letting it fall over his eyes as the man approached before slipping them into the pockets of his jeens and turning the tides on his follower. With heightened senses he noticed the glint of iron. A knife. In an instant, Scourge was on him in an instant. With a great rush of strength, he tore the head from the body and laughed at the splatter of blood that painted his face, the metallic smell of blood dancing around on the cold breeze.

The rush, it sent a shiver down his spine that made him ring with sadistic laughter. With a bloody grin of malavolent porportions, he abandoned the ravaged corpse and sprinted off into a nearby alley with his eyes glowing fiercely in search of new targets. He could track body heat, nothing could escape. Nothing could hide. The beast had awakened and the night was his too torment.

[aceinthehole]

Robin sat perched on a roof top, high above the gloomy Gotham streets. He was tired, bored, and miffed. Surprisingly, running on rooftops for 3 hours straight isn't as exciting as one would think. Especially when patrol is a lot more boring than usual. Tim wasn't neccesaraly surprised however. Bruce was still recovering from Jason's death, his biggest failure, and it'd be a while before he was ready to let Tim handle greater threats, like more dangerous patrol routes. And that was why Tim left his.

Robin dove down to a smaller building to get a better view of the area. Bruce wouldn't know. And besides, he might not find much here either. At first, it seemed like that. The street was nary a suspicious character, there wasn't much monopoly for a thug here to begin with. Robin kept watching the street for the good portion of ten minutes and hardly a person was to be seen. Tim growled at his misfortune. Tim knew he should've been more picky when it came to neighborhoods to watch. Tim's luck seemed to turn around when a familiar face jumps out at him.

A common thug was all he was. The name aluded him but the face was on the many mugshots Bruce had him study. He had been in for crimes such as, domestic abuse, assualt, and armed robbery. He was a man who liked to pray on others weaker than himself, must've been why he decided to go after a teenage boy. The boy was a little older than Robin, but a lot more scrawny. Must've just walked out of the nearby apartments.

Robin pulled out his grappling gun and swung to a closer building. The crook had just taken out his knife. The boy seemed to become alert of the mugger. Robin pulled out his bowstaff and prepared to pounce. There was a sudden burst of misty blood where the mugger's head once rested on his shoulders. Tim sat perched atop the roof, stunned. The seemingly harmless teen just mutilated that man! Tim was in pure shock. A chill went down his spine as he heard a bloodcurtling laugh and a dash to the nearby alley. Did that really just happen? Tim had never seen such brute strength. He slowly lowered his hand into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small handheld touch screen. If Tim activates it, Bruce would come running. His gloved finger hovered over the small device. He would be safe, but what would cowardice prove to Bruce? Tim placed the homing device back into his belt and crept over to the opposite side of the roof, studdying the boy lurking in the alley bellow.

"It's going to be a long night"

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Scourge didn't have to see him. He could hear the boy creeping along the edge of the building that towered above. He could even smell him, a rank, stale smell that reminded him of a cave mingling with that of natural body oils and soaps. The bloody grin stretched even farther, until they crinkled his cheeks into crimson smecked wrinkles and displayed a set of inhuman fangs. Though he couldn't recognize the smell as anyone he knew, the whisp of a thought crossed his twisted mind. It had to be a vigilante, who else would be sighting him from above but a trained free runner? Too bad it would be his last run. He'd now become a target, the target, actually. No one else would distract Scourge, no one could, unless they could prove they were a far greater threat than the boy wonder himself.

In an instant he was moving, leaping up onto a dumpster and propelling him up to a window sill. He dragged himself up in seconds, throwing himself even farther up the building with his hands and reaching up to grab the roof, his legs swinging over the edge with ease. It had taken only a few seconds, and now he shoved Robin back with a finger and a cruel sneer. "Well well, what do we have here? Batman's pathetic little drag along?" The voice was not that of a teenage boy, but of something else...something far more malicious. Scourge stalked forward, still with that deadly grin plastered across his gaunt features.

Maybe he'd have to call Batman after all. Maybe, he couldn't handle the demon that stood before him. Maybe he would fall, just like the last, into a crazed oblivion. Scourge flashed his fangs with a predatory glee, a devillish cackle rising into the black, vast sky. His crimson eyes gleamed murderously at the other boy, similar in height. Atleast for now. Scourge was tempted to call out the beast like a pet, to reveal his true form, locked inside that of the boy. But then, what fun would that be? Better not to reveal secrets until the two were better...friends. "Wanna dance? I can be quite the free styler." He said smoothly, pouncing for the other teenager with inhuman speed, moving in a blur as his hand balled into a fist and he aimed a bone shattering punch at Robin's ribs.

[Kory Anders - Starfire]

The call of duty had taken Starfire in the midst of Gotham city. Apparently there was some high end crime taking place. That Nightwing had closely tracked and Starfire toed with the extra power at her hands. Close call. Nearly one escaped, but Starfire ran him down. More flew through him with both fists that his feet bellowed as if naturally from under him. With a graceful glide through the air and twist. Hands fired her starbolts somewhere over Nightwing's shoulder. Working mostly in zinc. As always. Being alongside someone like him, there was indeed nothing else like it. Could be quite enjoyable. Starfire made her way through with more of her flight and aim. Bringing a forceful kick to a lucky few. Upon nearby Nightwing had done something brilliant, Starfire had just caught. The flexibility.

"That was amazing!"

As was Nightwing as Starfire had remarked quite openly with a smile, before with the aggression within, brought her fist. Slamming into a body. The night was coming along nicely. As it came more towards victory. There came the call of the authorities. The loose ends so to speak, that Starfire was mildly aware of. As she had found herself perched upon a stone statue high above a building. As if waiting for Nightwing, but also on the look out. He was good at a lot of things, but he didn't have tamaranean eyes and at times ears. Starfire didn't have Superman's micro vision, but Starfire could defiantly see quite clearly several blocks away. Even the people upon the ground. As her green eyes tracked, there had defiantly come a shift change in the past summer breeze and more towards the winter. How long would it take before there was snow again? In which Starfire could happily find a warmer spot, but despite her love of the tropics. Starfire could manage the cold, even if her barely there attire left a lot of skin exposed. Starfire was made up more closely like a star. A sun. She was warm. A gentle hum came through her lips. It didn't take long before something caught her eyes within distance of the apartment area. Could it be? Starfire pondered. Where was the bat signal? Was Robin really out on his own? Not Starfire was the one doubting him. She had great experience with Robin, least the previous. Robin would never quit.

Shifting slightly where Starfire was perched. Caught the sight of a body falling below where Robin was perched. Before there was someone that was now scaling the wall. Towards Robin. Starfire frowned curiously. As she lifted herself to stand. Getting a better view. There was something up. Starfire could feel it and possibly see it. Looking. Searching back below. To wherever Nightwing may be. Knowing he'd keep an eye upon where she was. Before signally she had found something. Before long Starfire shoot of like a ball of fire. Encased with the darkness of the city. Powering her way. Diving around the buildings in between. Stopping short. At where a head laid closely by the body. Starfire looked over with a stern look. At the blood. The destruction. The easy of this. From what Starfire could feel there was little emotions involved. Who would be able to slice through someone's life if they did feel even a hint of something? Eye stretched up as Starfire floated. She could see this kid. Yes it was only a kid! Toying. Trying to mess with Robin. Upon seeing the pure malice of it, Robin may need more fire power of his own. Starfire shot up. Vertical and close to the building. Before she was met with the roof. Potentially coming more behind the boy Starfire wasn't sure whom. For someone seemingly so small, he seemed fearless in the dangerous way. Then a tamaranean never gives up.

"Robin, I see you've been making friends!!! Sure… Would you like to take my hand?"

Starfire remarked as her eyes met with those of Robin within his mask, as she played upon saying friends with a hint of amusement as friends seemed the least likely. Robin was still young, but he sure was stronger than most his age. Smarter. Craftier. Quite possibly a future titan. In fact it seemed more than likely. As Starfire a titan herself caught the smooth talker offering the chance to dance. How ironic? Because Starfire loved to dance, but she was sure not any dance he'd know about. As Starfire had replied that she would, before reaching out her right hand, but Starfire didn't just have any kind of hands. These held power, though the one she offered wasn't glowing. At least not yet, but her left hand she had at the ready. As Starfire's green eyes danced upon the boy and played. Toyed a smile. Not entirely her sweet one. As if eyeing down the beginning of a battle from where Starfire remained in the air. Floating there with her purple attire and her red fiery hair flicker in silent flames. He had his match now. Did he want it?

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Music:Maroon 5 The Sun (Live)

[aceinthehole]

The odds were in The Boy wonder's favor tonight. Rule one, don't warn your target of an incoming attack. However, his adversary deemed it necessary to practically warn Robin he was planning to attack. He had enough time to barely, just barely, leap over to the side and to what only a fool would call safety. It was at this time he just noticed the fiery girl floating above roof.

Tim immediately recognized her as the Titan, and girl Dick never shut up about, Starfire.He'd never formally met Starfire, but she was a happy sight none the less. It was possible that Dick was nearby. The thought caused his heart sink to his stomach. It was ironic that the most prominent worry Tim had at the moment was a scolding. However, if you were ever on the receiving end of one of Dick or Bruce's scoldings, you'd understand his fears. Tim watched in pure shock as Kory reached out and accepted the boy's proposal. The scenario would be funny to a bystander, but to be in the situation it's quite worrying.

"Friendship is an awful word to describe our relationship." He explained to the Tamaranian. He gripped his staff and eyed the teen very carefully."And you wouldn't want to do any dancing with this shmuck." Robin glared at his foe. There was something inhuman about his opponent. In fact, Tim would go as far to call this a demonic entity living inside the boy. Tim took an offensive pose. There was no doubt the teen had strength in him, but how much abuse could he take? A straight on attack would be suicide, but he could hit his opponent with a ranged attack, then lure him over here. He didn't have much of another option. Robin let out a frenzy of shurikens in his enemy's direction, hoping for a hit.

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Like Robin, Scourge detected Starfire long before she alighted upon the roof, and the super powered villain turned to smile at the titan in a most sadistic manner. "I prefer the males, you see, I can get a bit more...closer." He rejected her outstretched hand with a wave of his own, his crimson eyes gleaming with something akin to amusment, yet still possessing the murderous quality of before. Robin was quite right, the entity could very well be of demonic origin, a spirit trapped within the body of a boy, a body he would eventually destroyed, for no host ever lasted long before withering away like a dying rose.

Scourge had the strength to match the titan's own, and with his abnormal speed and reflex, perhaps even more then a match. He prepared a pounce just to prove as much when his ears felt the faint curve of the air and the whstle of sharp projectiles, speeding towards him. He turned suddenly, his head whipping to the side to avoid the first, then to the other side to avoid the second. His hand reached out to catch the third in midair, flinging it back at the boy in an instant and with ten times the strength Robin had used. Now the distracting projectile was now a far more deadly item.

Scourge gave a laugh as he changed targets for the briefest of time, lunging at Robin with inhuman speed, fangs gleaming in the moonlight as the seemingly harmless boy decended upon his prey. He snatched him up by the cloth of his chest and grinned an evil grin, one of malice and feral thoughts. "Sorry boy, your past your expiration date." Scourge whirled, flinging Robin towards Starfire and half expecting her to catch him. He'd be taking out two birds with one stone. Scoure sprinted towards them and leaped high to reach the Titan, his body shifting within the air into a horrific monstrocity portrayed only in nightmares.

From human flesh sprouted long, dark fur of obsidian and a silver tan, his face stretching into a muzzle filled with rows of deadly teeth, his height growing to an intimidating nine feet tall. Ears and a soft tail sprung away from the mutated human body, sets of gleaming razors slipping from fingers and toes. The thick, slippery fur formed a purplish aura, that, though possessing the qualititis of light, did not brighten the arean around them in an eerie glow as expected.

The newly born, red-eyes werewolf of a nightmare parted his powerful jaws to let out a hellish howl, picering the city peace like a dagger. He thrust himself upon the pair with a sudden rabidness not earlier displayed, his claws lashing out for their flesh, his teeth snapping for Starfire's throat. He wanted them to see his true form, to fear it, to hate it. He wanted them to suffer, and he wanted to watch as their life fluids painted the ground below, their eyes dull and glassy.

[redhood]

Jason Todd was on a roof, approximately 700 feet or so from the apartment tower. A hit was placed on a boy, who had pissed off the wrong people in the underworld, and guranteed he was supposed to be the good guy, but he was killing innocents as well. So he thought he might as well as take him out, and claim the wealthy bounty for himself. It was a win win scenario in his book. All he needed to do was turn puppy boy, into a nice rug carpet for the mob bosses, and he would be walking with his biggest payday that he had ever seen.

First it all started with the boy, who mouthed off to her grandmother, not caring about school and whatnot. The notion crossed his mind that in another life, if he had anyone at the beginning, that might of been him. But simply shrugging the thought away, Jason zoomed in on his target using a high powered rifle scope, with no less the high powered rifle attached.

Jason was on the third floor of an abandoned apartment complex, that was well past demolition, with its total height reaching that of a bit lower that of the newer apartment buildings that simply lied a few hundred feet away. The wind was calm, which made placing his shot that much easier. It did not matter to him, because the rifle would kill the young puppy boy in a matter of seconds.

Sound enhancing equipment lied next to him, attached to a generic set of earbuds that recorded the sound of the whole ordeal. The next thing he heard, and saw, was the sound of a mans head being ripped from its original place, and being tossed aside. "Thats pretty nice kid. Too bad you have to di-" said Jason as his words were cut off, placing the new robin, appeared. So this was the latest boy blunder. Right at that age too, when he first got picked for robin, and more or less the same as dick. He questioned for a second why bruce chose the younger ones over the older ones for a second, and decided, at a time like this, it was best not to dwell on that.

He heard the whole ordeal go down, with the beast moving at a magnificent speed. He was faster than Jason, that was for a fact. He feared that he may have to take this thing head on. Maybe the boy blunder could tire him out, and he could skin the thing alive, and claim his reward for the fuzzy beast.

Then arose complications, when he saw the alien Starfire. He had done his homework, and proper intel gathering. She was a member of the titans, supposedly, a junior justice league if you will. She had offered to dance with the beast, which was in obvious regards that one way or another, they knew each other.

He had also done his home work on a creature like this. After all, he didn't wanna try using something that would normally kill a man, not work against a beast. The bullet in the chamber, as well as the magazine, where made of 25% silver, allowing him to hopefully penetrate the skin of the beast. Good thing the rifle was silenced as well, due to the fact that he anticipated most, if not all their moves thus far. Using his intellect, he devised he had obvious superhuman strength, and of course enhanced senses. He might just say screw it and go down for a fight. He could introduce himself to the little boy, and the rather attractive girl. He could not seduce her, because technically, he had one girl in mind, and that was Dinah.

Setting his rifle down, Jason, wearing a kevlar lined suit of sorts, with his red hood, that was more high tech than anything he had, made a few short jumps and leaps, across the space seperating him, from his start to fame and wealth, and was soon on the rooftops not to far from the boy and the obvious alien girl. Landing with a silent step to the tops of the roof, he saw the wolf go after the girl, and before he knew it, wielding a red batwing, he rushed towards the beast, and attempted to drop kick the beast in the jaw. He hoped it work, or else this would really hurt. I mean REALLY hurt.

[Kory Anders - Starfire]

There he was. The little boy wonder. The familiarity was defiantly there. It was in ways the first face Starfire saw when she had first come to Earth. What a whirlwind it had been since. A hint of a smile, because it was Robin. The once leader of the Titans and he would be again. Only even at a glance there was something different in the eyes. As if he could be more craftier than Dick, recalling how well he scaled buildings and the moments when there were no keys in sight. No there was defiantly something more. Who knows maybe he could actually accept Batman for who he is? Starfire knew he wasn't going to change. For now he was without Batman and their was little doubt in Starfire's mind that this Robin would be bravery, but he was still learning the ropes. Starfire wasn't here to scold, but for encouragement. As starfire had made that dash from the fight alongside Nightwing and hovered like the glowing. Burning hot star she was above the two boy's head. Somewhere. This was usually when the hormones should be flipping around, but not so much. As so easily with little to no fear, Starfire had offered her hand. A tamaranean never ran. They took battles head on and there was nothing inside this kid, that Starfire couldn't face. At least Starfire was honourable not to attack from behind… There was the faint shock upon Robin's face and which Starfire showed a hint of a smirk. This battle would be theirs.

"Do you need to apologise? No. Not the apologising type… Too bad!"

Starfire questioned with the hint of amusement. Of toying in response to Tim describing this so called new relationship. Though Starfire's questions. Words were aimed at Scourge, well for now he was mysterious, but still she had look to him. With the glow of her eyes. As he turned to smile at Starfire and she needn't of asked it. No such sympathy or such a ray of emotions probably existed with in him. As Starfire watched the movement, keeping in control where she was still flying. More floating, but still bright like a star.

"No… Dancing wasn't exactly what I had in store."

With more intent Starfire zoned in her eyes upon them. In responding to Tim suggesting it wasn't a good idea and with the rejection. Though Starfire didn't lower her hands. Didn't mean she wouldn't. Couldn't still 'dance'. Starfire was a trained warrior. She didn't need her hand held. With the gleam in the kid's eyes. He knew. Starfire knew. The battle was on. He wasn't without his skills. As Starfire dived in at his movements. There was more speed. More reflex than a human, but Starfire wasn't human either. As the second his foot took to a spot. Starfire's hand grew with heat. The power. The direct control. As Starfire shot her starbolts. The glow of pink flew in different directions towards the roof space above the building. Hitting often the tiles. Or something connected, but was either destroyed or fell off. Bits crumbled and things even melted from the pure heat. Missing him by a hair. As starfire curved through the air with her body and her long red hair. A trail behind her. It was only a matter of time when Nightwing would show up. He would see her light signal. Right now. This kid was getting a face full of them. Each one never weakened. As her aggression and passion to win this battle drove her onwards. As was Robin with his attacks, but Starfire could tell he was maybe questioning himself. Doubting himself. Allowed him the openings he needed for his own attacks, but Starfire closely loomed up and around. With her starbolts in between his attacks.

Then a little less expected, as suddenly the kid grabbed Robin and threw him her direction. Whether by her will or his own. Robin wouldn't fall. Starfire did catch him, with a little jolt in her position and with her super strength pulled him up with more content in the aid of her hand. There came the faint sound. A change in the air. The smell was different. It was more fur? Not Wulfen. As then came a howl. It was a beast. It wasn't human. There came the faint sound of claws and a snapping sound. In which Starfire motioned to face the on coming attack. With incredible conviction. Bring her hand free of Robin motioned before the werewolf. With a much stronger glow to her starbolts. Gave a strong powerful starbolt to the werewolf's face. Then the even less expected, as drop kick as if out of no where came towards the monster. This battle was just getting better. Three on one and Starfire was only warming up. With the flash of the Red Hood. It was a surprise. Starfire hadn't caught his trail sooner as if future partners in crime. Well fighting crime, but it was along those lines. Starfire of course left open for Robin to regain his position without being carried. It was hardly emasculating. As Starfire as with Red Hood help. approached with her own more intent attacks. Her punch. Her kick was more on the super strength side. As she stared down the beast in the eyes. There wasn't much difference than when Starfire had stared down one of her many rapists and killed him where he had stood.

"Despite the cowardice you display by your ambush… I am honour bound to introduce myself. I am Koriand'r from the planet Tamaran"

This werewolf has powers. Strength on his side for sure, but so far had shown his cowardice in his cheap attacks. To find a cheap shot, but he was seemingly unaware of whom she was and as it was clear he wasn't human. He wasn't from Earth. As Starfire stood her ground, to where she wasn't so far. She could hear its breaths. The pure evilness. As her eyes made to keep it on her target. Opening and up front in telling him exactly who she was, not that he would know what that means, but in the space above. Koriand'r was known much greater than she was on Earth. As her feet that had planted upon the surface below. Had partially crumbed and broke from the weight of her strength. Starfire could be as dangerous as a nuclear reactor, but unlike humans would say. Starfire was born this way. A freak of nature, but a beautiful one at that.

"Tell me your name, while you still have a tongue left in your head."

Starfire's green eyes show anything but kindness and her generous nature was all but gone as the sharpness came from her tongue. As she demanded exactly who this werewolf. Beast was. Before she would possibly destroy it. With no smile. Her arms in position with the flex of her muscles and the pink glow of her hands. With her no quit. No giving up attitude, met with the the brilliance of a Red Hood and Robin, this was gonna be one heck of a battle. As she stared down its non-human eyes. Less restraint in her ways. Knowing now she hadn't the law to stop her from killing it. If she didn't. Starfire could see the countless lives he had took and the many more he would take. It was justice. He deserved to die. Now with less restrained Starfire half contemplated how easily his skin would take to burn. Melt away until it hit a spot enough to end him, but of course she didn't need to contemplate now. Stafire just had to do it. If they were not aware of it yet. There were a lot of things that Jason and Kory shared. They had both gone through hell or variations. Starfire having gone through the many years in capture by the citadel. Which was the harshest world in the universe. It was hell. From the rapes. To the tortures. To the isolations. It was expected eventual you'd die, but also like Jason. She was put their by the betrayal of those that were suppose to love her. Where it had been Batman for him. Who didn't rescue him. It was her own people. Her own father that had sold her into the world of slavery, knowing he'd never see her again and he was most likely sending her to her death. Not once did any of them ever lift a finger to come save her. It was the kind of thing that changed you. If anyone had reasons to have chips on their shoulders, it was Red hood and Starfire. There was also a lot of things that separated Starfire from Red Hood, but there was that understanding. Or would be. He hated Nightwing and she loved him, but even at a point Nightwing had thought her savage. Because her trained ability to kill. As she had little reason not to do it now.

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Music:Maroon 5 - The Sun (Live)

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Wulfen was finished with his patrol and heading home when noticed some sounds. Normally sounds in Gotham wasn't going to bother him. But when he noticed that the sounds were the sounds of a fight he had to stop and see what was going on. he felt somewhat caught off guard when he aw Starfire. He had never actually seen her in action before. She was truly an impressive sight as she flew.

He sat down on the edge of a nearby roof top and looked at the little scuffle going on down below. He felt a slight bit of worry when the boy turned into some kinda werewolf. It was at this point he felt that he should probably go help. He didn't want the little kid in the cape to get hurt. He made his way down to the lower roof top using a fire escape and leaned against a air conditioner unit. "So another wolf in Gotham?" He commented moving his hand towards the club that was placed near his waist. "Well you are on my turf. So you might want to get going and leave the kid alone." He said with authority creeping into his voice. He wanted to say hi to Starfire but he figured at this point in time it probably wasn't a good idea. It also dawned on him that she hadn't seen him out as Wulfen before. There was a part of him that wondered what she thought of his new costume. But again he wasn't going to get into friendly conversation right now. After all it was probably a bad idea to do so right now.

[mustairia]

Her heels clinked against the stone pavement sidewalk. Her white, silk dress barely dragged against the ground as she pulled out some scarlet red lipstick from her small purse. Her purse then clicked back together as she pushed the bottom of the lipstick and the red came out. She placed the lipstick on her soft lips as it glided across her lips leaving a scarlet mark on her. As thoughts of picking up a coffee from the local cafe' came to mind, she heard the sounds of a police officer yelling. Her mind quickly quickly had two thoughts, be curious and see what is happening or merely leave the scene alone. Miranda never wanted to intervene, but she did want to see what the problem was. Escaping from her lips came a, "Hmm..." as she curiously peaked around the corner of the building. Though all she sees is the brown haired police man, yelling from the side of the stairwell and leaning on the air conditioning unit. Soon after her peak around, she completed placing the scarlet lipstick on her lips. The lipstick was then placed back into her leather, brown purse in which soon clicked back.

Once after locking eyes with the cop, she would follow his glare towards the roof. Then after, she notices Star fire and Robin along with the Werewolf. She thought they were just a couple of kids, let them handle it themselves. As once she had to handle her own life and didn't have a "cop" to protect her, only a pick-me-up criminal. She continued to have a grin on her face as she looked up at the police officer once more, her mind told her to say something as following with, "They're just a couple of kids, let them fend for themselves." The words escaped her lips as she thought kids will be kids. Her voice had a Arabic tone to it, but she tried her best to remain English. Though, it was a surprise to see Robin, it didn't phase her. She continued to be the same old Miranda Tate. A beautiful, young rich classy sales lady. She continue to stare up to the cop as the same thoughts processed through her head, kids will be kids..... Though, there isn't much she can do but stand and watch a fight, if she gets involved it will come back to her. Miranda went around the corner and looked up, watching the two heroes on the roof. She looked like a high-class citizen with a pearly white smile. The look wasn't directed to anyone, just the two on the roof. "Kids will be kids..."

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The Scourge avoided the star bolts with ease, his swift moving form a blur as he attacked with a feral viciousness glittering within crimsoned orbs of hellish infernos, compressed into liquid glass to swirl in rageful vortexes. His claws sliced across Starfire's leg, teeth snapping for a bloody grip on Robin, still within the titan's grasp. In a desperate attack, the so called human reactor sent out another bolt, and Scourge swung around to avoid it as it dazzled his gaze and slammed into his shoulder instead. The canine flipped back with a yowl, a hand rushing for the smoking spot of foul smelling, burning flesh as his head shook to clear the stars that danced before his suddenly bright vision. Something hit hard, slamming into his muzzle to force the beast into ducking low, unable to detect the Red Hood through sight. Instead, the demon wolf lashed out with hearing, his teeth clamping around the former Robin's arm and flinging him away with a savage snarl splitting the air, deadly incisors flashing before the group of assailants.

His vision was beginning to clear, heat sensors flickering as the beast recovered, large ears folding back into fur to flatten angrilly against Scourge's broad head. He attacked once more, with equal ferocity, lunging at Starfire to grasp her once more in a tight grip, dragging her toward the roof and slamming her hard into the concrete, knocking Robin away, his grosteque face a visage of doom for any that challenged him. Of course, Starfire was no normal human, the attack would not keep her long. With a malicious snarl he prepared a killer blow with gleaming razors diving for the back of her head. It may or may not have killed her, the Scourge wouldn't have known.

He halted his actions just inches away from flesh in an amazing display of skill, his nose twitching as slitted pupils flitted up toward the new arrival. A fellow canine, claiming to have chosen this territory as his own? "You're turf?" His voice was a horrid rasp from the darkest depths of the creature's throat, a series of growls rising from his chest in an obvious substitute for devillish laughter. "Not anymore." Scourge snorted, leaping at the man. Once more a howl rose into the night as he aimed a series of strikes at Wulfen, his claws streaks of obsidian steel, carved from the darkness and molded into perilous daggers.

Left right, left right. His fore limbs could not be tracked by any mere human as Scourge moved to maim the other canines, his teeth launching out toward Wulfen's throat, tail flicking in obvious anxiety behind the monstrous, nine foot tall creature of pure muscle and fur. His eyes burned with a frightening intensity. Then another scent hit his black nose. He would be overrun, there was to many and likely more on the way. In frusteration, Scourge snarled his distaste, tackling his opponent to pin him to the ground and throwing down a heavy paw with the intent of crushing Wulfen's skull. How many more hid in the night, waiting to overwhelm him? Scourge would have to dispatch them quickly, or risk death. It seemed hardly any of his opponents would hold back tonight. The sound of police reached his ears, amused words touching his thoughts. Scourge growled, strings of saliva falling from his powerful maw. Let them come. He'd tear them asunder.

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Tim grumbled as he lifted himself off the ground. He stood, sore and upset at his misfortune. Turns out his dancer “friend” was a werewolf, this actually gave him comfort as he now could place his enemy in the supernatural category. However, knowing what you’re up against and how to dispatch it are two wildly different things. The growling wolf seemed annoyed, and even intimidated, by the growing mob of advisories he faced. The large wolf, at a phenomenal speed, mounted one of the nearby men and was ready to obliterate him. Scourge’s back was turned to Tim, focused on his prey. It was the perfect chance to strike.

Tim was light footed and his armor was light too, necessary for aerobatics. Lightly armored means light on your feet. Tim pulled back his bo-staff, made completely out of bi-structural steel superalloy, a good and strong weapon. Maybe a few knocks on the head would do this puppy dog good, not good enough. He needed something that’d at least be sure to cause a ruckus. He needed to save that guy firstly.

He drew back the staff and lowered into starting position. He went out at full sprint, never slowing down as he passed the point of no return a long while back. Tim couldn't afford slips or fears; he had to be absolutely perfect. Tim reached the Wolf’s tail in hardly a second. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. He could make a run for it and call Bruce. There they were second thoughts. Shut up, brain! Shut up shut up shut up! Tim forced himself to abandon all sense and leap on top of the beast’s massive back.

He dug his heel at the base of the creatures neck, and slapped a few flash bangs on it’s muzzle, sending a blinding blight flash of light into the sensitive eyes of the wolf. Tim made sure to keep his eyes shut tight and rapidly attacked wildly. The staff flew, knocking the creature in the head and wildly screaming out.”BAD DOGGY! GET BACK IN YOUR KENNEL!” He looked mad, screaming madly. He ended up just slamming the blunt tip into the top of Scourge’s skull. Someone had to take over, someone had to at least acquire his attention , as Tim would only be able to stay on for only five to ten more seconds before being made an appetizer.