“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! THE GOVERNMENT IS ANALYZING YOUR SLEEP TO CREATE TARGETED ADVERTISEMENTS! You what they'd find in my head?! My war! MY WAR! THE MADCAST IS NOW LIVE!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nB_tGab-t0g

You wince and groan as you lean up from your bed, your tired eyes squinting at your phone blaring the violent tunes atop the nightstand.

You remember Mad Stan texting you on a suspicious number and sending you the URL to his podcast, but it must've slipped your mind while you were busy trying to call him and figure out how he got away from the cops that fast.

Well, at least he's a man of his word. You might not agree with his politics either, but they make a good alarm clock.

You rub your eyes, the pink room decorated in posters and stickers from your early childhood of various Super Heroes. All over the floor is an assortment of stuffed animals, clothes, and empty hair product boxes. Maybe if you were in here more, you'd remember to clean the place up.

Oh well, it doesn't matter now! You're going to meet your new Super Hero team today!

Excitement fills every fiber of your being, making the wake-up process much easier as you swim through a sea of blankets out of the bed.

You reach for your phone, looking at the image of Mad Stan's roaring face as the song begins to fade into the actual podcast.

A: Listen to it.

B: Eh, you'll catch the next one.

>>3085896
>You what they'd find in my head
first few words and there's already a typo. Yep, we're back.

>A: Listen to it.

>>3085896
>A: Listen to it.

>>3085896
>A: Listen to it.

>>3085901
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>3085896
>A: Listen to it.

>>3085896
>A: Listen to it.

>>3085896
>A

You find some earbuds and plug them into your phone, listening to the podcast as you begin packing up the essentials.

“Alright, listen up you androids and soon-to-be androids! It's time to break the programming and tell our government to go to hell! I'm sure a lot of you are saying 'Oh Stan, you're crazy! What are you talking about? We're not programmed!' aren't you? WRONG! We're all running routines, and last night I finally broke mine! See, they had taken over my will, man! This whole time, all my bombings were a sick joke! I thought I was fighting the corrupt fatcats in suits, but I was being played! Now I bomb the airwaves with truth, and once they hit you'll all see clearly for the first time in your lives! First let's talk about information overload... Uh, after I read these words from our sponsors...”


You look at yourself in the mirror, your hair still shaggy as your fingers toy around with it. Should you do something with this? You think this must be like a job interview, so maybe you should at least try to look presentable.

Then again, maybe you need to look better than that... There's going to be men there. Not boys with with big egos and small muscles littering the halls of a school, but buff men who could lift a semi-truck with one hand. That'd be so hot... Maybe you should try to look sexy?

Or you could just not do either... Maybe see what it's like over there before you get your hopes up. Just be yourself, like all those kid movies told you to do. It's not like you're going to be an outcast in a high school anymore.

A: Look professional, maybe cut your hair.

B: Go sexy. You want to stop being thirsty by finally landing yourself a man!

C: Just be you. Try to relax.

D: Maybe your parents have some advice for this...

>>3086026
>C: Just be you. Try to relax.

But it wouldn't hurt to use a hair brush.

>>3086026
>D: Maybe your parents have some advice for this...

>>3086026
>D: Maybe your parents have some advice for this...

>>3086026
>D:

So it’s confirmed rena was the true protagonist all along and was syphoning all of renos good roles into herself to become stronger

>>3086026
>D: Maybe your parents have some advice for this...

>>3086026
>D: Maybe your parents have some advice for this...

>>3086026
>D

You know, your mom and dad always talked about how they met in a academy for villains or something... Maybe they'd have some good advice!

Throwing open your door, your hurry downstairs to find your parents, pausing the rantings coming from your phone as you seek them out in the living room.

“Mom! Dad! I was-”

You're completely frozen as you awkwardly stare at your mom straddling your dad on the couch, both of them still clothed fortunately.

“Uhhh...” Your mom starts to drone, her face turning bright red as she gets off your dad and takes a well-postured seat next to him.

“S-Sorry about that sweetie... Is everything alright?”

Meanwhile, your father is taking the same approach as you are. He's completely still and staring wide-eyed at where your mom's face used to be, refusing to acknowledge the fact that his daughter almost caught him in the middle of the act.

“... Y-Yeah, everything is fine... I just had asks-I mean, I had some questions... To ask.” You sputter, trying to adjust yourself.

“Ask away, WE'RE always here to help our little girl!” Your mom tells you with a forced grin, punching your dad in the knee to force him to jerk his body up and react to the pain.

“AH! JEEEZUS, YES!... Uh, yes, dad can answer stuff.” He struggles to respond, clutching his hurt knee in response.

“... So, you know how I'm joining a super hero team? I think I told you while you were both arguing about curtains at 10:00 last night.” You remind them, with both your parents responding with a slow nod.


“Well, I got my stuff packed up and I started thinking about what first impression I should make, especially with how I look outside of my costume. What'd you guys do when you had to go to that bee school?”

“Bee school? Rena what are you-Oh, HIVE!” Your dad realizes half way through his confusion, looking up as if there was a light bulb over his head.

“Oh, well that's easy honey! Figure out who the strongest person is, and beat the living hell out of them in front of everyone else!”

“... Dad I'm joining a group of crime fighters, not a prison gang.” You quietly respond, re-evaluating your choice to ask them.

“Eh, apples and oranges. Just show them that you're the shit and that they're just plain old shit!”

“Okay dad... Uhm, mom? What about you?”

“Well, I have a more reasonable and delicate approach to this.” She purrs confidently, giving your dad a smug look before answering you.

“You find out who the smartest one is and seduce them. You may have to give a kiss or two, but wrapping them around your finger will make it all worth it.”

“Guys...” You sigh, slumping over slightly.

“I just want to be liked by them. Maybe I should call Aunt Kori and ask--”

“I'll be damned, young lady!” Your mom snaps, glaring at you over the mention of her name. Wincing, you remember just how competitive she gets when it comes to raising you over your aunt.
[More in the next post!]

>>3086201

“Mandy, calm down...” Your dad tries to ease her back into the couch, looking at you as he does so.

“Rena, you shouldn't care if people like you.” He answers honestly.

“What?! But it's a team! They need to like me and I want friends and-”

“Shh! Listen.” Your dad orders, resuming his answer.

“If you're gonna be a super hero, worry about how well you can save people. It doesn't matter if they love or hate you, just if they can help you protect the innocent. If they can't do a good job because they don't like you, then they're pathetic. Don't stress over it, okay?”

A: “Okay, but... I still want friends.”

B: “No, not okay! Dad, bonds are important to a team! We'd work together better if we all got along.”

C: “Yeah but, what if I want one of them to LIKE like me...”

D: “I think I'm gonna stress over it anyway, but thanks Dad.”

>>3086206
>D: “I think I'm gonna stress over it anyway, but thanks Dad.”

>>3086206
>A: “Okay, but... I still want friends.”

>>3086206
>A: “Okay, but... I still want friends.”

>>3086206
>B: “No, not okay! Dad, bonds are important to a team! We'd work together better if we all got along.”

>>3086206
>A: “Okay, but... I still want friends.”

>>3086206
>D: “I think I'm gonna stress over it anyway, but thanks Dad.”

>>3086206
>A

“Okay, but... I still want friends.”

“Of course, even I have friends still. Like your mom, and Umi, and the Thunderforce, and my mom, and Kori, and... Well that's about it if we're honest.” Your dad counts them off with his fingers, seemingly struggling to think of them all.

“And you, Rena.” Your mom sweetly adds, standing up and giving you a big hug.

You can't help but smile and squeeze her right back, feeling very fortunate to have a family that cares for you this much.

“Thanks mom... Well, time to get my stuff together!” You excitedly announce, running back up to your room to finish gathering all your things.

Soon, you find yourself standing outside your home with your parents, both of them giving you one last hug before you fly off!

“You better come back and visit every week, okay?” Your mom warns, making you giggle.

“Of course I will. Tell Amazo I'll miss him when he gets back from the store.” You request, your mother nodding.

“Well kid, you're hitting the big time. I better see T-shirts of you within the first month, otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass.” Your dad teases, ruffling your head.

“Ahh, bring it!” You taunt back at him, brushing his hand aside.

You give a parting wave, flying off the roof and soaring across the sky to meet up with Crush!

–

“... Is that all you're bringing?” You ask her, looking a bit concerned.

You both planned at meeting in front of Gotham's police station, or at least Crush told you to meet her here. It makes you want to ask a couple of questions.

She's standing there with a grocery bag full of a few shirts, and you feel bad carrying around two cases of luggage.

“It's all I have, or at least all I could get away with. Besides, we can share, right? I mean, I'd have to stuff like four rolls of toilet paper in the shirts but-” Crush starts to snicker, unable to finish her ribbing.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You ready to go yet?” You ask, looking unamused.

“Go where, exactly?”

A third voice speaks up from the station's steps a few feet away from you, sounding womanly and grizzled.
[More in the next post!]

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>>3086415

It's an old woman, her hair the color of ash from her age. However, time hasn't slowed her down as you watch her walk towards you both with a strong posture, glaring at the two of you through a single framed pair of glasses.

“Because I'm pretty sure this little troublemaker has a few more days to spend in a cell before she goes anywhere.” She barks, her focus mostly on Crush.

“Look granny, I'm trying real hard not to slug you and every other cop in that joint, but I'm seriously starting to lose my patience. I left an apology note in my cell, so can't you just let me go?” Crush poorly bargains, the harsh face of the woman not budging in the slightest.

“No. You didn't just leave a note, you left a hole. That's going to be an extra day or two and... Do I know you?”

She finally turns her face to examine you, something about your look catching her attention.

“... Rena?” She asks, her question sounding like a shot in the dark.

You get a better look at her eyes, the icy blue color of them remaining a strong feature despite her age.

… Actually, those eyes seem familiar...

“No way... Aunt Babby?!”

[To be continued soon!]

>>3086421
Oh snap.

Thanks Mach! See you again soon!

>>3086421
Shit, I missed the start.

>>3086421
“Auntie!” You shout joyfully, running up and lifting her off the ground in twirling hug!

“... Seriously?! How many do you have?!” Crush asks, her jaw dropping at your ridiculous cabal of aunts and uncles.

“Ah! Hey-Hey! Set me down young lady!” Aunt Barbara urges you trying to shake free from your embrace.

“Oops! Sorry!” You apologize, putting her pack down carefully while beaming a wide smile at her.

“I just missed you so much! It's been forever since I've seen you or Aunt Jade or-”

“Rena, could this wait? I'm in the middle of a arrest. We can catch up after.” She sternly responds, focusing back on Crush.

A: “Oh... Okay.”

B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”

C: “You can't arrest her, she's a hero!”

D: “Auntie, I know Crush can be a handful sometimes, but she's my friend and right now she needs to come with me so we can join a team and protect the world! Maybe she can serve her time later?”

>>3088129
>B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”

>>3088129
A: “Oh... Okay.”
B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”

>>3088129
>B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”

>>3088129
>B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”
>A: “Oh... Okay.”

>>3088129
>B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”

>>3088129
>B: “Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!”

>>3088129
>B

“Arrest? Crush, what did you do?!” You ask your friend, planting your hands on your hips like an angry mom.

“Nothing!... One thing!” She tries to justify.

“I needed clothes, so I borrowed--”

“Stole.” Barbara corrects.

“BACK OFF HAG!” Crush barks at her.

“Don't say mean things about my aunt! Besides, why didn't you ask me to buy some clothes for you?!” You ask, getting more upset at her.

“I didn't know! Besides, I don't want to be some charity case.” Crush growls.

“Well, now you're a criminal. Now, if you would please place your hands behind your back...” Barbara starts to instruct, pulling a pair off cuffs out just before you step in her way.

“Hold on, isn't there a bail my dad can pay or something instead?” You ask.

“... Your dad.” She repeats.

“Yeah!” You affirm, growing another smile.

“He better be mailing a check, because I don't want to see him.” She coldly informs you.

A: “Huh? Why? What happened?”

B: “Uh... Sure! I'll ask him!”

C: “Wait, how much is it? She didn't steal expensive clothes, did she?”

D: “Oh, Auntie... You won't get in trouble letting her go, will you?”

>>3088246
>C: “Wait, how much is it? She didn't steal expensive clothes, did she?”

>>3088246
>A: “Huh? Why? What happened?”
GDI Reno

>>3088246
>A: “Huh? Why? What happened?”
C: “Wait, how much is it? She didn't steal expensive clothes, did she?”

>>3088246
>A: “Huh? Why? What happened?”
Fucking damnit Reno, what did you do.
>C: “Wait, how much is it? She didn't steal expensive clothes, did she?”

>>3088246
>A: “Huh? Why? What happened?”

>A: “Huh? Why? What happened?”

Woo finally catch one live since forever and its the return of Babs!

>>3088246
>A

A worried expression is painted across your face.

“Huh? Why? What happened?” You ask.

Barbara looks away for a moment, as if she's watching something far off into the distant street ahead.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RScZrvTebeA

“We didn't live in the same world.” She finally answers, still watching the empty road.

“I don't understand, Auntie... He was only on Tamaran for a little while.” You try to point out, but she shakes her head.

“Not like that, kid. Your father, well, all of them... I thought it was something I wanted back then, but as time went on and I got older, we all seemed to lose our way.” She continues to explain, completely turning away from the two of you now.

“I know he's not bad. Deep down, he's a good man who wants the best for those he holds close... But I couldn't keep up with him. I shouldn't have tried in the first place, but we were connected, and I owed a great deal to him...”

She reaches up and pulls off her glasses, looking into them at her own reflection.

“He became his passion and desires, but they weren't mine. It was foolish of me to even get involved... But I don't regret it, even for one night.”

“... This is about my dad, right?” You ask, still feeling concerned.

She lets out a small laugh.

“At this point it could be a few people.”

She turns around to show a small smile, but it quickly turns into a scowl.

“Oh that little...!!!”

You look behind you, and Crush is no where to be found!

“Dammit Crush!” You shout, taking to the skies and waving at your aunt.

“Sorry she did bad stuff, but when I catch up to her I'll make her write an apology letter! By Aunt Babby! Love you!”

She lets out a sigh, deciding to wave back before reaching inside her coat.

https://pastebin.com/9carzpVk

[To be continued soon!]

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Sorry for the short amount of posts tonight, hopefully the bomb I just dropped makes up for it! I'll try to be home sooner next time! Good night anons!

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BABS AND RENO SLAMMED AND JAMMED!

>>3088375
>https://pastebin.com/9carzpVk
>Made Reno cheat on his wife

God fucking dammit Mach, why do you have to keep fucking with Reno when he's outside of our control.

Good job, I'm now less salty about Reno committing genocide, cause now he's a fucking cheater.

Fuck you Mach.

>>3088382
I'm fine with it, cause the romantic hints were always there. Besides, this is infinitely less creepy than Babs cheating on Dick with Bruce.

I do wish there had been a poll or something, but it's not the worst twist in the world. Reno is, after all, a pile of mistakes.

>>3088382
Would you fuck off already? Reno isn't even the main character anymore you whiny bitch. God forbid a QM tries to give characters flaws, clearly they all need to be perfect people who shit silver and piss gold.
If you're that mad at it you can leave.

>>3088396
Nigger have you even read the fucking quest? Reno's enough of a fuck up without Mach having to add even more shit to it.

>>3088399
Yeah, since the beginning, so it's easy to figure out that you're only upset because he fired a high powered jizz canon into a snatch that wasn't his wife's.
Imagine being so much of a retard that you get mad at D.C. Characters being unfaithful. Might as well go yell at water for being wet while you're at it.

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>>3088399
Do you seriously think that had we been steering Reno at the time people wouldn't have voted to smash with Babs?

>>3088415
If that's what players wanted, then I wouldn't be as salty about it. But Mach just thrust Reno into ginger puss without even considering that maybe some people don't like cheaters.

>>3088415
The players would have voted against it. But then some shenanigans would make us want it beyond our control and we would roll a nat 1. it is the Reno way.

Probably because he was named after a city known for gambling and the "house always wins" can be flipped and mean "the player never does"plus the atmosphere coupled with the music gave the total emotive package of guilt and regret.

>>3088375
The smut is 2/10, your worst work yet, not even mad about them fucking, Blackfire would probably tell them to get it over with already if we had control of the events leading up to it. Still very mediocre smut, and I'm kind of disappointed in how low quality it is.

>>3088375
>Reno cheated
I disregard this as fanfiction until further info is provided.
I can believe Reno would do alot of awful things for the sake of his blood lust, but Blackfire was always keeping his regular lust in check.
I'm SURE there is additional context to this that will make it make more sense, but for now it seems exceedingly out of character.

Anyone that actually thinks a vote to fuck Babs would have went through, is a waifufag that is deluding themselves. The idea that we could nat 1 into fucking her is....plausible but still silly, and the idea of simply changing Reno's character to fit this narrative now that he's not the MC is a smack to the face to anyone that contributed to building up his character throughout the story.

I'm just stuck here asking why?
Which to be fair MIGHT just be the point, and we are all being taken on a ruse cruise.
Guess we'll find out eventually.

>>3088495
>Blackfire would probably tell them to get it over with
I really, seriously doubt that. Literally the only other person Kom has agreed to share Reno with was herself.

At least babs didn't get knocked up right?

>>3088559
Let's hope...
Reno went through enough family bullshit, no need to pass that on to Rena.

Babs has cucked starfire, dick, and now blackfire, who can stop this sexual t-rex?

>>3088837
Old age?

Hey guys, after some thought I've decided to scrap that pastebin and consider it non canon.

It will be deleted, and the thread will resume tomorrow. I hope you all have a good night.

>>3089904
Thanks for the update.

>>3089904
Nice
Sorry about the shitstorm, and I hope this doesn't ruin any future plans.

>>3089904
I get where you were coming from with it and it would make sense in any other quest but anons here have somehow managed to not be thirsty sluts

>>3089904
Meh, just make actual smut next time, it was like reading a cardboard cutout on a billboard. A proper threesome scene with double Blackfire's would be hot as shit.

>>3088375
“Rena...”

“Nope.”

“Dude come on.”

“No!”

“I said I was sorry, alright! I'll do that apology note thing or whatever.”

“Still not talking to you!” You reply with a huff.

Crush just groans impatiently, slumping over as she straddles your back.

“Can we at least take a train or something instead? This is super embarrassing.”

“No! I can't leave you out of my sight for a minute, so you're stuck riding coach while I fly you there!” You scold, your brow furrowing.

It did look a bit silly, though. With Crush lacking any sort of flight abilities, this was the first thing that came to mind for “supervised travel.”

“That's another thing; where exactly are we going again?” She asks.

A: “Zip it or I'm doing a barrel roll!”

B: “Ugh... You were supposed to read the form Bruce sent you! Why are you being so difficult, Crush?!”

C: “All I know is that we have to fly towards the other side of the city near the shipping area.”

D: “I SHOULD be taking you back to my aunt! How could you leave her in the middle of an emotional moment like that?!”

>>3091464
>A: “Zip it or I'm doing a barrel roll!”

>>3091464
>A: “Zip it or I'm doing a barrel roll!”

>>3091464
>C: “All I know is that we have to fly towards the other side of the city near the shipping area.”

>>3091464
>B: “Ugh... You were supposed to read the form Bruce sent you! Why are you being so difficult, Crush?!”

>>3091464
>A

“Zip it or I'm doing a barrel roll!”

“No you wouldn't, Rena. You're too nice to do something like that.” Crush points out.

“No I'm not!” You try to bluff, but she doesn't buy it.

“Then go ahead and do it.”

“... Shut up! I'm mad at you!” You quickly spit out, picking up speed in your flight.

–


“... Is that a giant T?” Crush suddenly asks.

You had been flying from one side of the city to another for almost an hour now. You had been instructed to simply reach the bay area, but... You might just have a little further to go.

“It is! It's like the Titans Tower! Ohhhh, what if it IS the Titans Tower?!” You ask, starting to get super excited.

“The what?” Crush blandly asks, but you just jet towards the building, nearly throwing off your passenger.

“The Teen Titans! They were their own team of proteges that helped save the world!” You quickly explain, the short gap of sea water below nearly splitting from you zooming over it.

“SO WHAT?! WE'RE JOINING A KIDDIE TEAM?!” Crush tries to yell over the wind rushing around your ears.

“MAYBE! IT'LL BE FUN!” You promise, and in a few short moments you reach the island holding the tower above the water.

You remember seeing old pictures of Titans Tower from pictures your dad took, and in those it looked about the size of a large hotel.

This tower is like... A super tower! It's HUGE! You're like an ant standing in front of the building.

Currently you stand atop a smooth, stone lane a few miles long. It's probably used for air ships or something, so it accommodates enough room for you and your passenger!

“... Goddamn. You think there's enough room for your baggage?” Crush sarcastically remarks, already starting to walk ahead.

“Hey, wait!” You reach out and grab your friend's shoulder, holding her back for a moment.

“We should wait for someone to greet us. This place probably has super high-tech security!”
“Yeah... But I have to take a shit, and I don't see any toilets out here soooo...” Crush reasons, yanking herself away.

A: “Okay, fiiine... But I'm staying here!”

B: “Just be careful! I'll come with you just in case there's trouble.”

C: “You ARE NOT getting in trouble again!”

>>3091579
>C: “You ARE NOT getting in trouble again!”

>>3091579
>C: “You ARE NOT getting in trouble again!”

>D: "Sure, but how about we make a little wager. If you can go the ENTIRE DAY without causing any trouble I will be your servant for an entire day, but if you cause so much as the smallest incident you will have to dress like a fairy princess for an entire day.... Don't tell me your scared?"

>>3091579
>C: “You ARE NOT getting in trouble again!”
>D. "I will starbolt you if you do, you regenerate so it won't cause lasting harm.

>>3091596
This is adorable!

>>3091605
I made a D option first. Please use E

>>3091607
...... Can you add it in anyway if the end vote is compatible? Because I kind of want to see either thing happen because both things would be hilarious and totally fit for the ending of an episode.

>>3091585
>>3091592
>>3091605
Roll D100!

>>3091596
Support.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3091618

Rolled 89 (1d100)

Are we going to make the bet Machpunch?

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3091618

>>3091579
>C

“You ARE NOT getting in trouble again!” You shout at her, gripping her shoulder once again and yanking her back.

“Would you get off my ass already?!” Crush snarls at you, catching you by surprise with a quick shove.

“Seriously! You're not my mom you stupid asshole!”

“Oh yeah?! Well maybe if I was you'd stop acting like such a jerk!” You shout back at her, getting mad enough to almost say a really bad swear word or two.

“”IF YOU WERE MY MOM I'D KICK YOUR--”

There's a quick rustle in the bushes nearby, followed by something being thrown faster than the normal eye can perceive...

Good thing you trained beyond that limit!

In one swift motion you grab Crush by the collar of her shirt and throw her a good distance away, letting her tumble across the ground and look up at you with confusion.

However, the situation explains itself as you're stood there with a spear caught in your free hand, the tip mere centimeters from the bridge of your nose!

You quickly toss it aside, knowing that your opponent saw a window of opportunity in your defensive action as he's already come out of hiding!

He moves in the near blur, the details beyond his predatory gaze and his sun-cooked skin a complete mystery to you as you deftly duck and weave out of the slashes from both sword and claws alike!

He attempts a downward swing to your skull, but you clasp both hands down on the blade! First, you attempt to break it as you hold it in place, but you find whatever it's made of to be way stronger than you anticipated!

At the very least, you get a good look at your attacker... And if you weren't in the middle of a fight you'd probably have a nosebleed.

He's almost naked, wearing nothing but leather armor yo cover his wrists, shins and pelvic area. It gives you the impression of a gladiator, but with something more “primal” about the attire.

Well, that and the jaguar head intensely glaring down at you, trying its hardest take the Amazonian sword from your grasp.

[Last bit in the next post!]

>>3091676

“Hah... Your name's Namur, right?” You ask, the intense look of his eyes softening into a more surprised gaze.

“And how would you know that? Who are you two?” He asks, and oh god... His voice is like rocky-road ice cream! So smooth, yet so rough! And that accent... That tone... Oh, you gotta focus on the fight or you just might melt where you stand!

You raise your right leg and kick into his torso, falling into a back roll and throwing him away.

Of course, he lands perfectly on the soles of his feet, still at the ready as he digs into a fighting stance.

“I'm Rena, and over there is my friend Crush!” You happily tell him, nodding your head in your friend's direction as she gets off the ground.

“Batman said this place was recruiting, so here we are! Sorry if we startled you.”

“Hmph, so you aren't a threat.” He realizes, his posture easing somewhat.

“I believe I should be the one to apologize. I shouldn't introduce myself as an opponent to new allies.”

A: “There's nothing wrong with that! Come on, let's keep fighting!”

B: “Oh, it's fine! Would you mind guiding us inside? I don't want to scare anyone else.”

>>3091683
>B: “Oh, it's fine! Would you mind guiding us inside? I don't want to scare anyone else.”

>>3091683
>A

>>3091683
>B: “Oh, it's fine! Would you mind guiding us inside? I don't want to scare anyone else.”

>>3091683
>B: “Oh, it's fine! Would you mind guiding us inside? I don't want to scare anyone else.”

>>3091683
>B

You relax, showing him a big smile.

“Oh, it's fine! Would you mind guiding us inside? I don't want to scare anyone else.”

“Hah, you flatter yourself in believing you frightened me.” He half-chuckles, showing you a smile back... It looks really cute seeing a jungle cat make a smile...

His feet pad against the ground as he picks up the discarded spear, walking ahead and leading you both.

“Come.” He ushers.

You and Crush walk side by side as you follow behind, glancing over at your friend to see her brandishing a smug look.

“... What?” You ask.

“Nothing, you just look worn out from flying here and getting in that scuffle. Maybe you should get some water.”

“... Don't.”

“What? I'm just saying you could use a little drink. You seem...”

“Do. Not. Say it.”

“... Thirsty.”

“... You're the worst.”

[To be continued soon!]

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That's all for tonight! I think I'll run again Friday night if that's alright with everyone. Thanks for staying up late and reading along!

>>3091722
Unless i'm remembering wrongly, aren't Tamaraneans evolved from big cats? It would explain her 'thirst'.

>>3091722
Rena is a furry, I knew a child of reno being this competent must have a dark side

>>3091924
as ieAP said, she is a space cat, so its not even degenerate.

>>3091965
Fucking a monkey is degenerate for humans

>>3091722
“So, Namur... Is clothing optional at this resort or something?” Crush abruptly asks as you're all about to reach the base of the tower.

“No. You'll have to forgive my appearance, I was exercising.” He blandly explains, keeping his gaze forward.

“I assure you that this is not my usual attire. It's hard enough for me to mingle with civilization as it is, I don't need these garments to make it worse.”

“Aw, that's too bad. My friend really likes them.” Crush replies with a snicker, and on reaction you give her a throbbing punch to the shoulder.

Namur looks over his shoulder, seeing you completely flustered while Crush holds her aching arm and tries to suppress her laughter.

“U-Uhh... She's being silly, don't listen to her.” You try to explain, showing a nervous grin.

“I see.” He bluntly responds, turning away once more.

Oh, dammit! What if Crush just made you indirectly hurt his feelings?! She should stop teasing you already! Ughh... Calm down, maybe you can ease the tension... Or get back at Crush some how.

A: “Hey Namur... Where exactly are you from? I mean, I saw a bit of your file, but I'd rather hear it from you.”

B: “Anyway... What do you all like to do for fun around here? We'll need something to keep my friend out of trouble.”

C: “Y'know Crush, I think you just feel insecure over how cute I am. Why else would you try to use me to throw a pass?”

D: Just keep quiet. Maybe think of some things to talk about later.

>>3094763
>C: “Y'know Crush, I think you just feel insecure over how cute I am. Why else would you try to use me to throw a pass?”

>E: "Hey crush, how about we spar when we get to the base?" Say in the same, scarily sweet and innocent tone and smile mamma uses when daddy screws up

>>3094763
CHANGING AGAIN!
supporting >>3094796

>>3094796
I'll support it

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You know, I am kind of curious if Joker, who is due to be reborn pretty soon, will have his soul. I mean, he sold his to Neron, a ridiculously powerful demon/god for a pack of cigars...

If you dont believe me check out the spoiler.

>>3094796
This is good, supporting. But lets wait until after we're introduced to the team.

>>3094906
Agreed, but we are going to take out some fru- I mean "Spar" with her as soon as we can.

>>3094902
>Implying Reno didn't have a night of passion with Joker and then exiled him to a prison planet out of shame

For real though, what happened to the Joker?

>>3094763
>E

"Hey Crush, how about we spar when we get to the base?" You say sweetly, fluttering your eyelids to show that you want to punch her stupid face in!

“Oh, don't be mad. I'm just looking out for your best love interest.” Crush continues to tease with a shit-eating grin.

“And I'm looking forward punching you in the throat!” You warmly chirp, seething with rage as your hands start to smoke with burning anger.

“... You both should know that your opponent isn't chosen for sparing.” Namur looks back and explains, his jungle cat face showing a look of uncertainty.

“Oh that's okay kitty. It'll be a private affair.” Crush assures, causing Namur to return his focus to the front entrance.

“Strange ones...” He mutters, placing his palm against a screen next to the door.

The steel entrance slides open after scanning his hand, revealing a set of hallways with what appears to be a elevator in the center.

“I'm sure Damien is expecting you both. Feel free to use the elevator and take it to the top floor.” He informs you both, returning outside once more.

“Wait, you're not coming with us?” You ask him, a bit confused.

“No. I'm not finished out here.” He responds, not looking back as the door closes behind him.

“Eh, it's for the best. Getting into an elevator with a guy who's been running around half-naked in the sun? He's bound to reek.” Crush remarks, walking ahead of you.

“I guess... He seems lonely, though.” You converse with Crush, earning a scoff from the brutish companion as you both step inside the elevator.

“Really Rena?” She asks.

“No! Not like that dammit!” You fuss, folding your arms and looking down.

“I mean, he doesn't seem sociable or anything. I wonder if he's friends with anyone here...”

“I'm sure they have a pet cat for him to talk to.” Crush rudely jokes, earning another shoulder punch from you.

“OW, FUCK!! That one actually hurt really bad, Rena!”

“Then stop being mean already! Seriously, what's gotten into you?” You ask, clearly fed up with her.

“Nothing! Shit...” She complains, tenderly rubbing the bruised area until the flesh heals.


[More in the next post!]

>>3094919
She's about to say something else, but she's stopped as the doors abruptly open once they have reached the top floor of the tower. It catches you both of guard at how fast it traveled.

You both quietly step outside of the elevator and into a vast, dimly lit room. You shouldn't be surprised, but the layout is almost identical to the Batcave!

Several stations with computers and lab equipment, several displays of curious devices from past battles, a few old costumes being worn by mannequins... The Bat apple didn't fall far from the Bat tree!

“... All I'm saying is that we can't be too careful. If this is more than an isolated incident, we need to act fast.” You hear a voice argue in the distance, and looking ahead you see two figures standing past several monitor screens.

“And I'm telling you we can't run int blindly. There's something to all of this, and if we don't have the complete picture it could cost lives, Connor.” Another voice answers back, prompting you and Crush to quietly sneak through the doors and peer around the wall of screens to find out who's speaking.

Your eyes go wide as you finally place your sights on one of them; a younger man dressed in a dark coat, jeans and heavy boots with a “S” emblem proudly displayed in red on his chest.

The other has their back towards you, but the light of the large computer screen next to him shows that he's at least in his 40s.

A: “Excuse me...”

B: “SUPER BOY!”

C: Stay quiet, try to listen in on the conversation.

D: “Complete picture of what?”

>D: “Complete picture of what?”
>>"Sorry we couldn't help but overhear. We are hear for, as my aunt would put it, 'To experience the recruiting and making of the friends'."

>>3094914
Reno found his location and gave it to Lady Black, who then passed it on to Jason Todd. Reno instructed that once you find him to just put a bullet in his head and be done with it, worrying if a grander revenge were to take place Batman would try to stop it. Whether or not it was a success is yet to be revealed.

>>3094920
>D: “Complete picture of what?”

>>3094920
>B: “SUPER BOY!”

>>3094920
eh, rethinking, no need to be rude, gonna vote
>D

>>3094922
Well then, if we are lucky and this isn't a timeline where Gotham is built on the location of a native american village which was massacred to the last child which resulted in what amounts to as the DC version of a hellmouth then we are fine....

If not then we are screwed because in those timelines Joker's spirit always finds a new host.

Heck, his spirit was actually dragged to hell in one of those timelines and you know what happened? HELL SPIT HIS SOUL BACK OUT. You know why? Because he was literally to great an evil for hell to contain...

Seriously, the only timelines the joker actually stays dead, and doesn't either possess someone or perform this weird soul mesh thing is when gotham is not cursed but is just a victim of circumstance.

Sorry for that rant but cursed gotham joker is freaking terrifying. Although, he does sell his soul sometimes in those timelines though he usually gets it back....

>>3094920
>D


“Complete picture of what?”

They both quickly look at you as you speak, emerging from the shadows with your friend.

“Sorry, we kind of overheard you guys when we got here.” You apologize.

“Are these the new members?” Super Boy asks, sizing you both up.

The older man rises from his seat, staring at you both in silence for a moment.

“... Damien Wayne. You must be Rena.” He speaks, his grizzled face trying to do a smile.

He looks like the guy you'd find on the cover of one of your dad's favorite action movies; a soft spoken gunman or martial artist who'd rather let his actions speak for him, and the scars that decorate his face tell you all you need to know about his personal life.

“Hi sir, it's an honor to meet you.” You politely greet him, doing a small bow.

“Sup.” Crush greets, lacking any grace.

“If I remember right, Super Boy here is already familiar with your family.” Damien notes, looking over at his associate standing nearby.

“I've met with her father.” He reluctantly admits, but you're eager to give the full story.

“Yeah! My dad kicked his butt, and I was watching the whole fight and hiding behind a creepy statue, and then after he left I started crying because I thought he beat up Superman who is my absolute FAVORITE and... Oh.”

You finally read the room after going into an excited tangent, laughing nervously as you back out of the conversation.

“S-Sorry... It's really great that I get to meet you, though!”

“Sure... I'm surprised you can remember all that. It's been what, 30 years?” He asks, showing a small smile.

“Something like that!” You answer with a small giggle, and Damien can't help but give you both a grumpy look.

“Oh, just 30 years huh? It must be real nice to have 3 damn decades go by and fondly remember the days you spent in diapers. You damn space kids...”

It's hard to hold back a laugh at Damien's grumbling, but Crush is quick to get everyone back on topic.

“Yeah yeah yeah, real heartwarming moment and all, but what about what you guys were talking about earlier?” She sternly reminds them, extinguishing the lighthearted mood in the room.
[More in the next post!]

>>3095005
“... It's something between us, and if it involves you and the rest of the team we won't waste any time to inform you. Now, Conner, could you please escort them to their quarters? I'm sure they're eager to unpack.” Damien orders, receiving a nod from Super Boy as he motions you both to follow him.

“Sorry to make you both go back and forth between the elevator, but we just have to go one floor down.” Super Boy apologizes, but you quickly wave it away.

“Aw, no need to be sorry. We're both happy to be here.” You assure him, waiting a minute before you elbow Crush.

“What? Oh, yeah, totally schway place.” She scrambles to compliment, getting into the elevator with you both.

You look up at Super Boy, smiling to yourself as you take in his finer details under better lighting. He really is just a younger and way cuter Superman, and he doesn't need to be dressed in some tribal exercise gear for you to see how well built he is.

Maybe you should break some ice while you wait for the elevator to go down?

A: “We met Namur outside. Is he normally like that?”

B: “I don't want to rush you or anything but... When's the first mission? I'm super read to save the world!”

C: “Hey, how's your dad? It's been a while since I saw him.”

D: “Who else is here? I'm a bit nervous meeting everyone.”

>>3095007
>D: “Who else is here? I'm a bit nervous meeting everyone.”

>>3095007
D: “Who else is here? I'm a bit nervous meeting everyone.”

>>3095007
>C: “Hey, how's your dad? It's been a while since I saw him.”

>>3095007
>C: “Hey, how's your dad? It's been a while since I saw him.”

>>3095007
>D

“Who else is here? I'm a bit nervous meeting everyone.”

“Well, there's Namur running around somewhere outside, Impulse, Red Arrow... Oh, we got this new girl in a while before you. Her name's Marjane, and she's probably as nervous as you are.”

“How come?” You ask Super Boy.

“She's... Well, it wasn't really her choice to be here. It's an awful way to look at it, but she's someone who needs to be under our supervision while we try and train her.” He tries to explain, causing Crush to tense up a little.

“The hell are you talking about? You're making her sound like a rabid animal.” She points out, but Super Boy is quick to dismiss it.

“No, it's not her. It's someone else that's with her. She's kind of hard to explain right now, but you two don't need to worry. Marjane's a nice girl who keeps to herself.”

“... But?” Crush insists on asking, almost getting in Super Boy's face.

He gives her a stern look, uttering words that should explain everything.

“... But The Enchantress isn't. That's why we're keeping her.”

It's quiet as the elevator reaches the its destination, the air thick with tension as Super Boy's words hang in the air.

… Well, it feels that way for you at least.

“Who the fuck is the Enchantress?” Crush bluntly asks.

[To be continued soon!]

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That's all for tonight! I'll probably run again Sunday because Saturday I'll be too busy playing smash! Have a good night anons!

>>3095067
.... Well. I guess they solved their No Mages issue.
....
Kinda.

>>3095073
Good night and good Smash.

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>>3095073
Enjoy, boss

>>3094942
>cursed gotham joker is freaking comically retarded
ftfy

>>3099176
No, you really didn't. All comics are kind or retarded considering how crazy they can get. This doesn't even break the top 500 most retarded things from comics

>>3099216
No see, there's normal capeshit silliness, which I can roll woth.
And then there's wank.
It's not that it's dumb, it's that it's nonsensical writing solely to wank off a character based on recognition and/or popularity.
Or are you going to seriously try to convince me that The Joker, whose murders are mostly impersonal, is more evil than say, Victor "keeps an exact tally of his kills carved into his own flesh and takes a downright SEXUAL pleasure in the act of murder" Zsasz?

>>3100390
It has to do with something about his soul, not his crimes in particular. His soul is supposedly so twisted, warped, and overall just fucked up due to things he does in the cursed timeline that repeatedly "Stained his soul with evil" or "Tainted it with darkness" when he fucked around with mystical artifacts, played around with prisons of ancient evils, and teamed up with beings that shouldn't be which fucked up his soul a little more each time until, upon his death, his soul is so fucking evil that, while still "The soul of the joker" possesses so much concentrated "Bad" that hell was flat out not going to even bother with it.

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>>3095067
The sight before you is a blast from your past! It's an almost identical recreation of the original Teen Titan's hang out from when you were little! You're practically expecting Aunt Kori come out of no where and capture you in her arms!

You're lead near the center, standing between the kitchen area and dining table while looking towards the circular sofa sat before the massive theater system.

“Hellooo? Anyone here? Our newest members are here, so come out and welcome them!” Super Boy calls out, and for a moment you see something flash across the corner of your eye.

“Woah, more babes? Supes, I appreciate the gesture but you're getting ahead of yourself.”

The youthful and energetic voice comes from in between you and Crush, but when you both snap your vision on the location there's only a brief blur of red.

“We need more bros on the team! We can't let them out number us or we're totally moded!”

Now it's on your right side! You look again, but whoever is talking is already gone!

“Impulse. Please.” Super Boy speaks up, and finally the speedster stops at his leader's side.

“Alright, alright... Sup ladies.”

He folds his arms across a red shirt brandishing The Flash's logo, smirking confidently at the two of you.

“The name's Impulse. It's nice to meet you, but it's totally crash to meet me!”

“... We're killing him, right?” Crush murmurs into your ear.

A: “Ah... Yes, it's very nice to meet you Impulse!”

B: “My friend thinks you're cute! She just told me so!”

C: “Uhhh... Is anyone else here?”

D: “Wow, what my dad said about speedsters was right...”

>>3103288
>D: “Wow, what my dad said about speedsters was right...”

>>3103288
>D: “Wow, what my dad said about speedsters was right...”

The Speedforce is a bullshit deus ex machina and everyone knows it. Go power a plot treadmill, Impulse.

>B: “My friend thinks you're cute! She just told me so!”
>>Evil grin at crush and mouth "Payback"

>>3103288
>D: “Wow, what my dad said about speedsters was right...”

>>3103288
>B: “My friend thinks you're cute! She just told me so!”

It's perfect. We get revenge on Crush and we get Impulse a beating. It's a win-win.

>>3103288
>D

You blink a few times.

“Wow, what my dad said about speedsters was right...”

“And what did he say about them, doll?” Impulse asks, his eyebrows rising in an attempt to be flirtatious.

***
“Listen Rena, speedsters are the biggest cowards in the galaxy. All they can do is run, run like little bi-...Buttheads! I don't know how many 'badguy' ones are out there, and frankly I don't care because they're all bad in my eyes! Oh, if I could just round them all up and line them against a wall I'd... Look, kid, I'm just saying if you ever bring one home while you're out being a super hero, just be ready for me to kill him, alright? Daddy is going to kill your speedster friend... If you get one...”

Your dad is sitting across from you at the Burger Boy's down the street from your home, and he had just gotten back from a fight with some cool heroes! You haven't been paying attention though, because this milkshake you're slurping on is too yummy!

You gulp down the chocolatey goodness, smiling brightly at your dad.

“I spelled mommy's name today!” You inform him.

“... That's cool sweetie. I'm proud of you.” He responds with a smile of his own before looking down at his burger with concern.

***

“He said they were fast.” You tell him, and the words nearly wipe the smugness off his face.

“Don't mind Impulse. He can formulate battle strategies in a attosecond, but he's sill got a one track mind.”

A feminine voice comes from one of the halls behind you, and you turn to see a slender Japanese woman dressed in a red shinobi-like attire. Slung on her shoulder is a matching crimson bow, while on her back rests a quiver of several arrows.

[More in the next post!]

>>3103389
“Oh, you're Red Arrow! Nice to meet you!” You enthusiastically greet, giving her a polite bow.

“Just call me Emiko...” She requests, waving off the gesture.

“Sorry! Ah, my name is Rena Kuwabara.” You tell her, extending your hand.

“Oh!” She corrects herself, realizing the your bow was an actual sign of respect after hearing your last name.

She takes your hand and gives it a firm shake, showing an intrigued smile.

“Where are you from?” She asks.

“Uhmm... Well I was born on Tamaran, and my dad... Actually, I'm not sure what part of Japan he's from! I'll be sure to ask him the next time I see him.” You politely converse with her, trying to hide how thrilled you are to be able to talk to a fellow hero without any stress!

“Oh, well, it's very nice to meet you and...?” She trails off, looking up at Crush.

“Crush. You need anything?” She asks, pushing out her chest under her folded arms.

“Er, no...” Red Arrow awkwardly responds.

Crush nods.

“Let me know when you do.”

The red archer seems perplexed, but not in a off-putting way. It's almost as if the two spoke a language you didn't understand, and Crush had just subtly proposed something...?

Eh, you're thinking too much about a silly exchange.

“Looking for intel?” Super Boy asks, and Red Arrow nods as she begins to walk past.

“Alright, don't forget to check in regularly. You know where Marjane is?” He asks.

“Still in her room.” She answers bluntly, making her way to the floor's exit.

A: “Oh, is she going on a mission right now? Can I go? Please?”

B: “Ah, that reminds me! We should probably unpack before anything else.”

C: “Do you think we should introduce ourselves to her?”

D: “Uhm... Not to pry but has this Marjane person refused to leave her room since she got here? I noted that Emiko said 'still' in her room.”

>>3103394
>D: “Uhm... Not to pry but has this Marjane person refused to leave her room since she got here? I noted that Emiko said 'still' in her room.”
C: “Do you think we should introduce ourselves to her?”

>>3103394
>B: “Ah, that reminds me! We should probably unpack before anything else.”

E: “Excuse me and crush for a moment. We have some.... sparring to do. Is there a room we can do so?"

You haven't forgotten your promise of giving her a beatdown. Time to really let her have it.

>>3103394
>C: “Do you think we should introduce ourselves to her?”

>>3103394
>B: “Ah, that reminds me! We should probably unpack before anything else.”

We may be super strong but its annoying to lug a suitcase around everywhere.

>>3103415
Going with this as a tie/stalemate breaker!

>>3103394
>C: “Do you think we should introduce ourselves to her?”

Test

>>3103394
>C

You show a small frown.

“Do you think we should introduce ourselves to her?”

Impulse shows a contorted look of worry before zipping out of the room, leaving Super Boy to sigh as he tries to form an answer to the difficult question.

“Uhh... I won't stop you from trying, but don't agitate her or anything. Just be cool, I guess. She's the second door in the left wing.” He explains, and you nod.

“Okay Crush, let's say hi to her.” You command, beginning to head down the hall.

“Good plan. You say high to the freak bitch, I'll go take the better of the two rooms left.”

“Yep-HEY!” You turn and shout at Crush, but she's already cackling as she runs off in the other direction.

“GRRRRR—Nope, be cool, be cool...” You remind yourself, taking a deep breath as you approach the door.

It's... Hauntingly quiet. Either the door is completely sound proof, or nothing is going on in there.

You knock, but there's no answer.

“... Hello? Marjane? I'm new on the team and I wanted to say hi. I'm kind of nervous being here too, so I thought we could help each other.” You try to reach out to her through the door, sounding as friendly as possible.

There's silence for a moment, but suddenly the door cracks open. It's barely enough to hear her, but you can't see anything otherwise.

“... I'm okay. Good bye.” A meek voice replies, getting ready to close the door.

“Wait--” You begin to say, thinking of something to keep her interest.

A: “Don't be shy! I know I'm technically an alien, but I don't look scary! You don't have to hide by that silly old door!”

B: “Can we just talk for a moment? I'd feel bad completely ignoring you. You don't have to let me in, the door is fine like this.”

C: “I think I might know what you're going through. You have a lot of power but little self control, yeah?”

D: Force the door open.

>>3103982
>B

>>3103982
>D

Time for some good old Reno diplomacy

>>3103982
>B: “Can we just talk for a moment? I'd feel bad completely ignoring you. You don't have to let me in, the door is fine like this.”

>>3104001
Rena should only use Reno diplomacy when someone starts a physical fight with her, or someone touches her without her wanting it.

>Inb4 Enchantress does a tiddy grab through the door and honks it.

>B: “Can we just talk for a moment? I'd feel bad completely ignoring you. You don't have to let me in, the door is fine like this.”

>>3104007
>>3104001
I mean more like force people to be our friends whether they like it or not

>>3103982
>B: “Can we just talk for a moment? I'd feel bad completely ignoring you. You don't have to let me in, the door is fine like this.”

>>3103982
>B: “Can we just talk for a moment? I'd feel bad completely ignoring you. You don't have to let me in, the door is fine like this.”

>>3103982
>D: Force the door open.

>>3103982
>B

“Can we just talk for a moment? I'd feel bad completely ignoring you. You don't have to let me in, the door is fine like this.”

The door stops moving just centimeters away from being closed shut. The haunting silence returns, but only for a moment as the girl on the other opens it little by little.


“Okay...” She softly says behind the barrier between you both, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” You respond.

You smile as if she can see you through the door, placing your hands at your sides as you begin to speak to her.

“So... It's pretty scary, huh? Being new to all this, I mean.”

She doesn't respond, but you keep your kind smile as you continue to talk with her.

“It's funny but, I think it's easier being around people like you than anyone else. I never really meshed well with my peers at high school.”

“... I miss my friends from school.” She speaks up, and there's a twinge of guilt in your chest.

“Oh, sorry, I didn't mean--”

“It's okay, I know what you meant... I'm just scared.” She starts to open up, the softness in her voice starting to fade.

“This person inside me... Being sent here... Why did this happen? I'm so scared that I'll die without knowing it, or worse... I...”

Her voice cracks towards the end of her sentence, as if she's holding back tears.

A: “Hey, don't get upset. We're all here to help each other, because that's what heroes do.”

B: “Shh... Calm down and listen to me. It's okay to be scared, Marjane, but don't let it consume you. I don't know a lot about that Enchantress person inside you, but if there's anything I'm an expert at it's controlling emotions! Well, mostly anyway...”

C: “Oh come on. You just moved into a new place, that's all! Don't be silly and think you're gonna die.

D: Say nothing.

>>3105256
>A: “Hey, don't get upset. We're all here to help each other, because that's what heroes do.”

>>3105256
>A: “Hey, don't get upset. We're all here to help each other, because that's what heroes do.”

I'm now imagining a scenario where Reno got possessed by a demon, but got rid of it by beating the shit out of himself. Rena would keep this to herself to keep Marjane from self harm though.

>>3105256
>A: “Hey, don't get upset. We're all here to help each other, because that's what heroes do.”

>>3105256
>B: “Shh... Calm down and listen to me. It's okay to be scared, Marjane, but don't let it consume you. I don't know a lot about that Enchantress person inside you, but if there's anything I'm an expert at it's controlling emotions! Well, mostly anyway...”

>>3105256
>A

“Hey, don't get upset. We're all here to help each other, because that's what heroes do.”

You want to hold a hand out to her through the crack, but you see it begin to close again.

“Thank you, but... I need some time alone. Sorry.”

The door then audibly shuts, and you're left there with a big frown on your face.

“Poor thing...” You comment to yourself, turning around and bumping face first into a brick wall of muscle.

“OOF!” You squeak, holding your nose and looking up at what blocked you.

Oh, it's Namur... He's wearing proper clothes now, but it's just a muscle shirt and some sweat pants... It doesn't really leave much to the imagination.

His jaguar eyes look down at you curiously, one of his strong hands reaching behind his head to scratch an ear as he addresses you.

“Apologies. I thought you were lost, so I wanted to assist you in locating your room.” He explains.

“Oh, uhh... No, I'm fine!” You reply politely, keeping your fidgeting hands behind your back.

“Hm. Very well. I apologize for being intrusive.” He replies, giving you a small nod before, turning to go further down the hall.

“If there's anything you'd like to know, just ask.”

You think for a moment...

A: “Where's the gym? I'll need to keep my peak physical appearance up!”

B: “Actually... Could you help me with Marjane? She seems really sad and I think I should do something nice for her.”

C: “Well, this might sound crazy buuut... Wanna finish our fight?”

D: Hurry up and find your room. Maybe Crush didn't get the good one!

>>3105366
>A: “Where's the gym? I'll need to keep my peak physical appearance up!”

>>3105366
>C: “Well, this might sound crazy buuut... Wanna finish our fight?”

>>3105366
>A: “Where's the gym? I'll need to keep my peak physical appearance up!”

>C: “Well, this might sound crazy buuut... Wanna finish our fight?”
>>"Daddy always said 'Nothing brings people closer together than a good fight and talk afterwards'"

>>3105366
>C: “Well, this might sound crazy buuut... Wanna finish our fight?”

>>3105399
>>3105407
>>3105409
Roll D100!

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3105426

Rolled 22 (1d100)

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>3105426

>>3105443
Well, it could be worse, I suppose
At least now I know not to roll.

>>3105366
>C

“Well, this might sound crazy buuut... Wanna finish our fight?” You ask, clasping your hands together in a pleading gesture.

He looks surprised for a moment, his ears doing a little “flop” that is almost too cute for you to handle.

“Finish our fight? I was under the impression that scuffle was nothing more than a misunderstanding.” He questions.

“Well yeah, but it's still fun! My dad always said 'Nothing brings people closer together than a good fight and talk afterwards'" You explain with a bright smile.

“So, let's call it a team building exercise, kay?”

Namur gives you a questionable glance, but he does manage to show a half-smile at your request.

“How bizarre... Just who is your father? He sounds like an interesting fellow.”

“Hehehe! My dad's name is Reno Kuwabara! You might've heard about him on the TV with his Metabrawl junk. Back in the day he was a bad dude called--”

“Battery... I know of him. All to well.”

You're taken back a bit by Namur showing a much more serious expression, his eyes staring fiercely into your own as his muzzle scrunches up into an intense expression.

“Oh... Please don't tell me he did something bad to you.” You beg, your grin turning into a look of despair.

“No. He's a goal for me. Come, I'll lead you to our gym where we can spar.” He informs you, doing a swift turn and heading deeper into the hall, prompting you to follow closely behind.

**

The gym was sectioned off into two massive rooms; one for traditional exercise, and the other for combat training from the looks of it.

You and Namur were obviously in the later room, facing each other across a padded floor meant to cushion blows.

After discarding your shoes and phone by the door, you couldn't help but give the jungle predator gritting his teeth at you a confused look.

“Are you prepared?” He asks, not even blinking as he stays focused on you.

A: Take your fighting stance.

B: “Time out... Are you mad at my dad? What did he do?”
C: “Maybe we should lay some ground rules? That's a mean expression you got...”

D: “Sure! In fact, I'll let you take a free shot at me!”

>>3105558
>A: Take your fighting stance.

>>3105558
>B: “Time out... Are you mad at my dad? What did he do?”

>B: “Time out... Are you mad at my dad? What did he do?”
>>"If he did something really bad to my team mate I am going to have to go chew him out..."

>>3105558
>A: Take your fighting stance.

>>3105558
>B

You frown and make a T with your hands.

“Time out... Are you mad at my dad? What did he do?”

He's silent for a moment, but with a cat-like growl his face eases.

“I'm not angry at him, I'm just determined to best him.”

You keep quiet, wanting to hear the rest of this story out.

“As you may know, I was taken under Wonder Woman's wing and allowed to set foot on Themyscira. A world where men were forbidden, but thanks to Diana's influence I was treated like a son of the Amazons. I owed her and her mother Hipolyta my life, as they had turned a boy who was cruelly punished by a god into a proud warrior... Then he arrived.”

“My dad?” You ask, getting a nod from Namur.

“My place on the island was a great honor, one not easily earned nor one I deserved. But he... He walked across the shore as if the land belonged to him. I'll never forget how I first saw him, a call to arms as a man had been spotted casually walking towards the palace gates!”

He looks down at his clawed hands, continuing his story as if he was reliving the moment.

“I stood at Diana's side as a defensive line was formed, but that man... He just stood and smiled, taking off a pair of dark sunglasses while putting out a cigarette on the sacred grounds! I thought he was a disgusting fool, to treat these generous warriors with such disrespect had boiled my blood beyond its limits... But then his eyes looked upon Diana, and I saw they were not the eyes of a man, but a demon.”

He clenches his hand into a tight fist.

“He had asked her to tell him where Ares is. He told her that he had found out that the god of war was real, and that he wanted to fight him. We threatened that if he did not leave the island, he would be killed... Wonder Woman, the Amazon warriors, Themyscira... My perception of this world was crushed by his bare hands. I watched in awe as he defeated countless women with single strikes, as if their armor was mere paper against his fists. Wonder Woman was... I never thought I would see Diana fall so easily.”

“... Did he find him? Ares, I mean.” You ask, disturbing the thoughts of Namur.

He looks up at you for a moment, closing his eyes as he remembers.

“... He showed up not long after. Reno was about to face me, but then the God of War appeared before us both, welcoming the intruder's challenge. It was a one sided battle... For your father. I fell to my knees at the sight of it all. An ordinary man came into my world and changed it with a few strikes and gods laying broken at his feet. I asked who he was, and he told me. After I had aided Hipolyta in nursing her subjects, I gracefully parted ways with them, in search of true strength like your father had.”

His eyes snap open, and he belts out a vicious roar in your direction!

“That's why I will test myself against his own daughter! TRY TO DEFEAT ME, RENA!”

[To be continued soon!]

>>3105669
Only Reno could give a guy he's not even related to Daddy Issues.

That's hilarious.

>>3105669
This is great. I'm loving this

>>3105669
God damnit...does this count as a father complex?

>>3105669
>The gym was sectioned off into two massive rooms; one for traditional exercise, and the other for combat training from the looks of it.
>You and Namur were obviously in the later room, facing each other across a padded floor meant to cushion blows.
>After discarding your shoes and phone by the door, you couldn't help but give the jungle predator gritting his teeth at you a confused look.
>“Are you prepared?” He asks, not even blinking as he stays focused on you.

>>3105669
Before you even attempt a proper bow to initiate the fight, Namur has taken to the air in a quick pounce!

There's so much force in his leap that his toes rip apart the padding that was beneath him, a trail of cotton and thin plastic following while he looms over you!

A: Roll under him!

B: Hit him from the ground! Use your family's secret technique!

C: Jump in the air and meet him head on with an attack of your own!

D: Block his jumping attack, then throw him off balance!

>>3109574
>B: Hit him from the ground! Use your family's secret technique!

>>3109574
>B: Hit him from the ground! Use your family's secret technique!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJGtjBbNCV4

>>3109578
>>3109593
Roll D100!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3109601

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3109601

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>3109601
Beating the shit out of the Amazons for a chance to smack Ares down in single combat.

That's totally a Reno thing to do. 10/10

So out of curiosity, Mach, how many times has Reno gone on 'Business Trips' to pop planets that were maintaining a population of Tamaranean slaves for breeding purposes?

Does the galaxy know to fear the name Battery yet? Has the Red Lantern Corps come looking for a new recruit?

>>3109574
>B

“Rena, if they ever try to attack after leaping... Use this!”

Your father's words echo in your mind, and as if it were as natural as breathing you send your fist upward into vital area exposed on Namur!

“BLACKFIRE STRIKE!” You cry out, your fist rocketing into the fearsome warrior's groin!

His are wide with sudden agony, but it's only temporary as he recovers on his back, rolling onto his feet as his hands hold onto his crotch area.

“DAMMIT!” He snarls, his nose twitching as his muzzle scrunches up in a wince of pain.

“Grghh...” He grunts, pushing himself through the pain and facing you with a ready gaze.

“Hmph... I supposed I was asking for an attack like that.”

You can't help but show a small smile. Namur is super tough! Normally that move makes your dad cry, but he took it like a champ!

“Very well...” He comments, suddenly dashing forward at you!

His right arm is bent towards his chest, exposing his palm while his left hand is curled up into a fist and drawn towards his waist. His attack seems ambiguous to say the least, but you aren't intimidated! Time to fight back!

A: Strike him before he reaches you! Intimidate him and let him know you can match his speed!

B: Wait for his attack, then try to grapple with him! Maybe see if you can make him tap out!

C: Jump back and dodge whatever he throws at you! Strike when there's an opening!

D: Go low and try to kick his legs out from under him!

>>3109654
>C: Jump back and dodge whatever he throws at you! Strike when there's an opening!

>>3109654
>A: Strike him before he reaches you! Intimidate him and let him know you can match his speed!

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>>3109613
He doesn't really go out of his way to destroy planets or anything like that. If he hears about a really strong guy, he'll pay them a visit if it's possible! He wins most, and he's lost a few, but he's never gotten angry enough to have Red Lanterns show up. He just wants to be the strongest thing that exists, and that's only because normal hobbies don't work out for him. If he wasn't a super powered meathead, he'd probably be a painter.

>>3109654
>A: Strike him before he reaches you! Intimidate him and let him know you can match his speed!

>>3109662
Well yeah, I get that he's like that by default, but i think the Negaverse arc showed that a Rena who finds something...'offensive' can be convinced to stop treating fighting like a game and start using violence to erase whatever's offending him from the face of the universe, leaving behind sanitized rubble (or planetoids, if pressed) in his wake.

What I'm asking is if he's run into anything he's found that offensive, and if so what was it/how did the non-earth folks react?

>>3109667
So far nothing, but if he were to ever cross paths with a member of the Jokerz...

>>3109663
>>3109659
Roll another D100! This one will be hard!

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3109678

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3109678

Rolled 33 (1d100)

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>>3109680
>>3109683
>>3109684

>>3109686
Knee to the cooter? Knee to the cooter.

>>3109654
>A

You send your fist forward, confident it'll hit him in the face before he has time to react!

But before your fist can even go a considerable distance near him, his open palm swipes the fist away!

As your strike is flung to the side, you're sent of balance which gives Namur ample time to send a left hook right into your ribs!


You recoil into the sharp punch with a audible hiss through your teeth, attempting to through a counter punch to get him off you!

However, what you don't expect is for him to lean further into the punch and thrust the top of his skull into your chest!

It's a much harsher attack than the punch itself, and you can't help but think it's intentional as the wind is knocked out of you and you begin to fall backwards!


Your back smacks against the mat, making you heave for a moment as your body does a small bounce from the shock of the blow itself. Namur takes this opportunity to straddle your hips and force his weight on top of you, keeping you from kicking out from under him while both his fists start to strike at your face!

You keep your arms up and block his punches, the force of his fists crashing loudly against your strong flesh and shaking the bones hidden deep in your tissue. As his blows send more and more pain through your arms, you try to think of a strategy to escape this trap he's put you in.


A: Try to fly off the ground! Maybe it'll be enough to throw him off!

B: Try to hook your legs around him! Whatever you can do to keep him off you!

C: When he's winding up for another punch, throw one right back into his face!

D: Dad's advice helped earlier, maybe you should use your mom's tips to... Charm him?

>>3109729
>C

>>3109729
C: When he's winding up for another punch, throw one right back into his face!

>>3109729
>C: When he's winding up for another punch, throw one right back into his face!

>>3109729
>C: When he's winding up for another punch, throw one right back into his face!

>>3109729
>C: When he's winding up for another punch, throw one right back into his face!

Oh boy
If rena is anything like her mother, she will end up marrying him

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>>3110347
New thread!