Red Hood

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So here I am. A "hero"? A "villain"? I'm the guy who can do the things that Batman can't... become someone that Batman won't. Am I the man Bruce wanted me to become? Not even close. But someday soon he'll realize... I'm exactly who he needs.

— Red Hood

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The former apprentice of Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Red Hood is one of the more violent and brutal vigilantes that protects the people of Gotham. Once a car thief turned superhero sidekick Robin, Jason Todd's more brutal and angry perspective of the world made him a powerful but volatile ward to Batman. Todd's anger issues eventually led to his death at the hands of Batman's archenemy the Joker, who beat the young man to death and blew him up. Todd was eventually resurrected by Talia al Ghul, where he trained with the League of Assassins and the All-Caste to regain his memories and sanity.

Once his training was complete and he became disillusioned with both groups, Todd returned to Gotham City to destroy the Joker and seek his revenge. Over time, Todd managed to rekindle his relationship with his mentor Batman and began a loose alliance with the rest of the Bat family. Due to his violent style and lack of mercy to criminals, Red Hood continues to find himself working outside the traditional norms of his allies. After the death of Batman's son Damian and the resulting cruelty it caused, Red Hood left Gotham City for a brief period to rediscover himself, embracing his more brutal and violent ways of dispensing justice.

Battle vs. Punisher (Comics) (by Drayco90)[]

Punisher’s War Journal September 22nd, 2012

“The more things change, the more they stay the same. That’s what you always used to say, Maria, and those words seem truer now more than ever. If there’s one thing I learned from the Civil War, it’s that when the so-called ‘heroes’ spend all their time beating the shit out of each other, the real bad guys suddenly see the whole city as an all-you can eat buffet. Two universes come crashing together, and while men like Spider-Man and Iron Man are in the middle of some petty war with these other heroes, their respective villains are turning their homes into a wasteland. New York has joined with some hell-hole called Gotham City, and seeing the kind of crime that that place has…strange doesn’t even begin to cover half of these punks.

But that’s fine. I’ve seen strange. I’ve played cosmic servant to a deity that may or may not actually exist as some kind of angelic demon slayer. I’ve died and come back as a cheap movie monster. Hell, I even visited some disturbed little town called Riverdale once. I know strange, and while this Gotham City may seem to be populated by little more than murderous clowns and asylum convicts, it’s nothing that I can’t deal with. Maybe all this “Gotham” has ever really needed is some Punishment.

The whole city wails in pain, bursting at the seams with the stress of everything that’s happening. We’re inches away from a full-on gang war erupting in our streets, and I have reason to believe that someone is manipulating things to make this was as bloody and destructive as possible. I ‘persuaded’ some scumbags I caught trying to sneak explosives into one of The Joker’s forward bases. Thing was, they were dressed like The Hood’s men, but the way they paraded that affiliation wasn’t in line with Hood’s strategy at all. A few hours of blow-torches and piranha tanks later, and they told me everything about their boss in a bombed out shell of a city called Blüdhaven. I don’t know who this ‘Red Hood’ is, or what his goals are, but I know that if I cut off the head, the rest of this operation collapses- so it seems I’ve got a road trip to take… just hope there’s enough room in the van for all the ammo.”

Meanwhile, in Blüdhaven

Red Hood spun his Kris between his fingers with a rhythmic pace as he observed the maps laid out before him. The gangs in “New Gotham” were a powder keg, with a fuse that he had carefully seen to lighting. Best case scenario, he could leave the criminal operations in the city so weakened, that steamrolling over them and taking control would be simple. Worst case scenario, he just gets a chance to ruin Joker’s day, and maybe even put a bullet in the clown’s head personally- it was literally a win-win situation for him. Nonetheless, Todd felt a great deal of unease. For weeks, his attempts at increasing the anger between factions had been thwarted by someone- no hero by any definition, as every group of men he sent has ended up returning to him in body bags riddled with bullets. The few that have come back alive have been so traumatized that they can barely speak, save for ominous mentions of a white skull and an “avatar of death” or some other nonsense.

Jason wasn’t concerned about his own personal safety- the radiation from Chemo has mostly cleared out of Blüdhaven, but the city still looks like a wasteland from the outside, and near the only ones that clamber about its ruins these days are Todd’s men. Blüdhaven is a paradise for an operation like Hood’s these days, plus it gives Jason an opportunity to screw with Grayson. No, what concerned Jason was the resolve of his men. His whole criminal empire is built on control, and if the people under him are worried that Jason isn’t good enough to defend them against this vigilante…if they grow to fear him even more than they fear their boss… all of Todd’s plans would be for naught.

Todd heard the door to his “war room” slide open behind him- Roy Harper, former side-kick to Green Arrow and currently calling himself “Arsenal” walked in, throwing a stack of papers on Jason’s table.

“Figured you’d want to see this information on your own personal Red Hood, Jason.” Harper announced. “Jeez, man- do you even know what the internet is? Five minutes in Google was all it took to dig up who this guy was, he’s not exactly low profile.”

Jason flipped through the stack of papers, covered in images of a man in black with a bright white skull on his shirt, guns in hand. Police reports, SHIELD dossiers, witness testimonies, Fox News stories, Daily Bugle articles, the works.

“Guy’s name is Frank Castle, but he’s better known as The Punisher.” Harper continued as he walked about the room. “Served in ‘Nam, reports indicate he was one crazy son of a bitch. Served so many terms, he had to change his identity just to go back- his own squad was scared of him. SHIELD ‘s even investigated rumors in the past that he made some kind of deal with a demon in those jungles to become an ultimate killing machine just so the fighting would never have to end.”

“Where did you get access to classified SHIELD dossiers?” Todd asked, amused at the ease his ally discovered all this.

Harper shrugged. “BitTorrent. Number of times SHIELD has been brought down, picked clean and sold off to the highest bidder, I wouldn't be surprised if I could buy a Nick Fury LMD of my own off Ebay.” Roy chuckled to himself. “Anyway, so Castle gets back from the war, and then criminals kill his family. Instead of dressing up like an animal and taking to the night, he just decides to grab some guns and start murdering the shit out of all these criminals.”

“And he gets away with that?”

“Not only does he get away with it, but he’s actually friends with some of the other universe’s heroes, and Nick Fury himself seems to think the guy is some kind of paragon of awesomeness or something. Dude’s got connections.”

“Well, Roy- you’ve done the research…do you have any suggestions for how I put this Punisher down?” “I don’t think you’ll have to worry, Hood.” Roy said. “He’s got your scent, Roy- he’ll be coming for you. All you have to do is wait.”

Weeks later:

Another day, another patrol put down. Blüdhaven may be doing a great job of hiding the Red Hood from him, but the wasteland was the perfect place for Frank to show just what he could do to these pigs. Yesterday he transformed one of the cars still left on the abandoned streets into an explosive that he used to kill a whole group of men- the last one only lost his legs from the knees down, so Frank pinned him to the hood of the burned out car as a message to other patrols. Another time, he waited while hanging from a wall until the patrol was directly beneath him before dropping a Molotov on their heads. He even came across Hood’s archer side-kick. “Arsenal” wasn’t so glib with a bullet in his knee and Frank’s boot up his ass.

Castle decided that if Hood wasn’t going to face him like a man, then he would keep this up- hitting him where it hurts. Criminals are a cowardly, superstitious lot- keep pushing them, and they crumble like paper. These gangbangers and hand-me down Mafia mooks don’t have the will to make it big in this business, and if Frank could break them…make their leader squirm in front of them, then he can take down the entire operation at the source. Of course, he didn’t really know if his plan was working or not until he came across a wall with a crude imitation of his skull logo painted in blood on its bombed out surface.

Red Hood sought to start a war, and now he’s got one. Frank opened up the back of his van, gathering a few of his favorite firearms- he knew the time to pinpoint Hood was here, and he decided to show this criminal exactly what happens when you go to war with Frank Castle…

Red Hood roared with rage, his fist impacting through one of the crates against the wall with a splintering crack. This Punisher was driving him to the brink. He had hoped that his men could deal with the problem- he was after all, just one man, and no Batman by any means- freeing him up to keep tabs on his operations in New Gotham and Metropolis. At this rate, however, he may not even have an operation left to direct. Castle has been butchering his patrols left and right. When Hood walks past, he hears the whispers of fear- stories of the white skull of war and the angel of death. The lieutenants and higher ups tried to put on airs around him, but Jason could see his control slipping away in front of him. He knew that he had to put down this Frank Castle, or everything would be undone, but to go to him out there would be a death sentence- all of Blüdhaven could be a booby trap by now for all Todd knew. No- Jason has to get the Punisher to come to him, on his own terms. He decided to start telling his patrols to give the location of his warehouse headquarters the moment the Punisher came for them, but so far Castle was on a “kill on sight” spree. Todd knew his hands were tied- he either had to wait it out until Castle came to him, or go out there, and he could wait- even with the talk of dissent, he hoped that publically putting down a few of the upper echelon would at least keep the men in line until the problem could be resolved…

It was less than a day before Frank decided to make his move. Of course, he knew it was going to be loaded with men waiting for him, he got the location of the warehouse far too quickly for anything less, but he was ready, and his van was ready to go. Sliding his custom Kevlar vest on top of his shirt and attaching his ammo belts, he felt like he was back in Valley Forge, on the beach with his fallen family, climbing up the Baxter Building, all these moments flooded before his eyes, and he felt the need to punish rise, burning in his skull with furious purpose. He slid his M1911 handguns into their holsters on his side and slowly loaded his Mossberg. Red Hood can see this coming from a mile away, but that doesn’t matter- Frank’ll just hit him all the harder for it. There is good in this world, and there is evil, and evil must be punished. His van lit up at his touch, her pitch black armored hide covered in the wounds of a thousand wars, always prepared to add more to her collection. He took off down the haunted streets- his target clear.

With a blast, the hanging silence of Red Hood’s warehouse was broken, as the Punisher’s iconic van rammed through the metal doors, tires screeching on the floor, ramming through crates and slamming into support beams and metal before coming to a dead halt. Red Hood’s men looked about confused and scared for a few moments before approaching, weapons held, but the driver’s seat was empty. With a loud bang, the back doors to the van flung open, and a burst of fire lurched out, scorching three of the nearest men. Punisher, flamethrower strapped to his back exited the vehicle with confidence born of experience. He shed the back mounted weapon as the flames began to spread to other gang members as the initial victims ran about in terror. Quickly pulling the Mossberg from its mounting on his Van's door, Frank unleashed a round of fire into the chest of one of the other thugs, creating an explosive burst of blood as he collapsed on the ground. Everything felt like slow motion as Castle could feel the euphoric adrenaline of combat overcome him again. Compact Crusier in hand he fired behind him, caving in the head of a thug behind him as he rammed his other hand into a man in front of him, knocking the wind out of him. Stunned, the thug fell to his knees before Castle lifted the shotgun and brought it down on his head, shattering his nose and spraying blood across the floor.

A gunshot echoed across the warehouse as a man in the catwalks armed with a hunting rifle fired on Frank, hitting him square in the chest. Benefits of painting a big skull on your chest- pins a target on the most armored part of your body. In one swift motion, Frank exchanged his Mossberg for an M1911 and put a round through the man’s head, sending the contents of his skull downwards like a flowing river. From across the Warehouse, Red Hood finally made his appearance, flanked by some of his Lieutenants while his men poured into the room.

“Well, well Frank. Here at last.” Hood called down to his foe. “26 patrols killed. Over 60 casualties. Good shipment suppression. New York operations quelled. And a marked increase in ominous graffiti. What do you call this little expedition to make yourself feel better about losing your pitiful family? Is it war?” Todd taunted. “Is it a crusade? Think you can buy yourself peace for failing to keep your brat safe by burning the world? Well? What is it!”

Frank observed the army standing before him, and the warehouse around him, spotting a tank of propane near the catwalk. “Work in progress.” He growled, raising his pistol. He knew if he didn’t move fast, he would be cut down in a hail of gunfire, but that didn’t matter- all that mattered was taking as many bastards with him in a blaze of glory, if that’s what it would come down to. He pulled the trigger, piercing the tank in the background, causing the small fire he started earlier to expand as an explosion caved in part of the catwalk, causing Hood to stumble and slam into the railings. One of his lieutenants completely lost his grip and fell face first into the blaze, his screams filling the air as Frank rolled forward to take cover behind a large metal crate.

“Open fire! First person to bring me this bastard’s head will earn triple salary!” Hood roared, firing his uzi into the air.

Frank grabbed the grenade off his belt and tossed it into the horde awaiting him, taking down numerous men as the shrapnel soared through the warehouse, embedding itself in their flesh. His MP5K sub machine guns allowed him to easily tear through most of the others- too panic stricken to even take cover. Behind him, he suddenly felt a strike to the back of his knee, buckling him. He rolled around on the ground to face his attacker, seeing the Red Hood there.

“Hey there, Gramps.” He taunted, firing his Desert Eagle and barely missing the Punisher stomach. “You look a little old for close quarters.”

Frank leapt forward with speed that Jason failed to anticipate, slamming his head into the Hood’s own. “Young enough to kill you.” His voice graveled as he charged, slamming his fist into the side of Jason’s head. The younger man grunted as his head slammed into a crate, but he had to turn the strike to his advantage, bracing himself against the wall to jump upwards, kneeing Castle in the chin, causing the older man to stumble backwards. Jason fired the Desert Eagle, this time directly striking the Punisher in the chest. Still Castle’s vest held true, and the veteran soldier was able to draw his Compact Cruiser again. Anticipating the move, Jason back-flipped behind the crate, dodging the shotgun’s blast.

Castle rolled out of his position behind cover, moving forward through the burning warehouse. Periodic explosions shot up around him as he walked, Mossberg in hands. Jason grabbed his AK-47 and fired back at the vigilante, aiming for the man’s legs, trying to cripple him so he could make the death nice and painful first. Punisher could feel it as he was hit in his thigh, another shot striking him below the chest, and another in his shoulder. He felt the impact, and the feeling of losing blood, but not the pain. Never the pain. He fired the last shot in his compact cruiser, refusing to stop his advance for all the bullet wounds in the world, striking the Hood in the chest, sending the man flying backwards, only protected by his chest armor.

Jason wasn’t liking this at all. Frank Castle moved like a man possessed…like an animal with no regard to pain or personal safety. This was truly a killing machine with nothing left to live for. He needed to distance himself, and he needed to do it now. The Warehouse was huge- he could fall back to an area where the smoke wasn’t fogging up his mask’s lenses, where he could slow the Punisher down with more waves of men and attacks from afar, before weakening him enough to take him down up close. ‘Wait!’ Jason thought to himself. ‘The helmet!’

With only seconds to move, Jason Todd tore off the Red Hood mask and activated the timer- it would explode in only a matter of seconds, but that was all he needed. Tossing it at Castle, he allowed the explosion to detonate right beneath the Punisher, sending the man flying backwards, crashing into crates as the inferno spread, quickly booking it for the door. Frank groaned as he rose up. Adrenaline fading, he could feel the effects of old age and the wounds beginning to effect him, beginning to drain his- ‘no. Not like this. Not here.’ he interrupted his own thoughts. ‘This is nothing, you’ve been through worse than this and lived to tell of it, and you still have work to do. Your wounds don’t matter. The pain doesn’t matter. You don’t matter. Now get up, soldier through it, and put these animals down.’

Meanwhile, Jason tore into another room, climbing up a series of catwalks to a small office that contained a few of his less wieldable weapons. He lined the room with men, placing his Rocket Launcher next to him as he drew his Minigun.

Castle was walking with a slight limp now, but he refused to be stopped. His trusted M4A1 in hand, Frank entered the next room in the warehouse locked and loaded. Before Hood’s men could even open fire on him, he had already fired a round into one of them, causing the man’s head to explode. Red Hood answered back with a hail of Minigun fire. The heavy weapon was taking out a lot of the options Frank still had for taking cover in the room as it tore into the ground. He needed to do something about it, but as long as the sound of the weapon’s firing could be heard, it would suicide to try and sneak off a shot. He crouched beneath the steel door, rifle in hand, until he finally heard the firing halt. Convinced that Hood was stopping to reload, he spun out of cover, firing off three rounds from his rifle and downing three more of Hood’s men before he spotted the leader on the catwalk. ‘Oh, shit.’ He thought as he saw the loaded rocket launcher in Hood’s hands. He tried to leap out of the way, but the rocket was fired too quickly, blasting the ground near his feet with destructive results, sending Frank crashing to the ground.

Red Hood watched with satisfaction as his enemy squirmed, trying to get up from the blast despite the explosion ringing in his ears and making him dizzy in addition to the damage done. He reached for another rocket to reload, but as he carried the process out, he could see that Frank was recovering too quickly. He glared across the battlefield at the soldier, knowing that he needed to move faster to keep Castle down. Frank fired another round from the M4A1, this time striking Todd in the ankle. Hood hissed in pain and surprise, nearly dropping the rocket launcher, affording Castle another shot from the M4, putting a round directly into Todd’s chest. His armor held out, but it knocked Jason from the catwalks, causing him to slam into the ground below. Frank quickly switched to his MP5K, moving forward despite the crash from the explosion certainly breaking one of his arms. He quickly shot down another two men as he made his way across the room, gunning down a third as the man tried to run. Vermin like him don’t deserve Geneva Convention bullshit. By the time Castle made his way to Hood, the former Robin was already recovering, holding his Remington 870 Shotgun in-hand. Jason quickly fired the shotgun, not bothering to aim, striking the Punisher in the chest and shoulder, causing the man to grunt in pain. Jason managed to pull himself up, 870 still in his grip, and fired another round, this one striking the vigilante in the leg. As Castle stumbled backwards, Hood leveled his shotgun at the man’s head.

“You’re pretty good, Castle- I’ll give you that.” The physical exertion was clear in Todd’s voice. “But you still don’t have what it takes to bring me down. Any last words?”

“You should talk less.” Frank grunted as he fired the SMG into Todd’s stomach while simultaneously ripping the shotgun from Jason’s hands.

Jason spun around, half from the force of being shot and half from the need to gain a little distance to draw his twin uzis from their holsters. He knew his wounds were bad, but if he didn’t keep fighting this Punisher would be the death of him. He opened fire directly on the Punisher’s torso, finally beginning to shatter that damned skull on his chest, cracking through the armor that protected him for so long. Punisher grunted as the bullets finally began to hurt, despite all the adrenaline, training and borderline superhuman endurance. He roared and kicked forward as hard as he could with his good leg, knocking Jason to the ground. Castle pulled a grenade from his belt, but before he could pull the pin and drop it on the Red Hood, Jason fired off a desperate and lucky burst of Uzi fire, striking the grenade and creating a small blast.

Everything went black for Castle for a few moment as he could feel the pain rush over him, and the blood rush out of him. He was covered in wounds- his face and neck were burned, bullet wounds, shattered bones, weary body… ‘Fight through it.’ He told himself as he crawled upwards. He couldn’t even feel his left arm below the elbow at this point. ‘Fight through it.’ He looked around, unable to see the Red Hood anywhere. Drawing his M1911, he prepared to move forward, scout the warehouse further, but it hurt just to take a step. His vision began to blur, and haze, and in the pain born fog, he saw a cloudy vision of a beautiful blonde haired woman in the distance.

“Frank.” It called out to him. “Frank.”

Frank tasted the blood in his mouth as he hoarsely croaked back his whispered reply. “Maria?”

“I’m still dead, Frank.” She called to him, a mixture of anger and disapproval in her voice. “WE are still dead Frank.” She motioned around, allowing Castle to absorb it all- the men missing body parts, burnt corpses, brain splattered walls, rising smoke from the burning warehouse clogging the blood drenched gutter that the ground level had become in the fight.

“Maria!” Frank shouted, as he snapped back into full reality.

With a shout, Red Hood leapt at the wounded foe, Kris in hand, burying the knife deep into the Punisher’s side, taking advantage of his foe’s momentary lapse in consciousness.

“You know Frank- you and I? We aren’t so different when we get down to it.” Hood hissed as he pulled the Kris out and roughly drove it back into the back of Castle’s neck. “Only problem…you don’t think. All you can see is the little picture. You think you can win your war on crime? There’s always gonna be criminals, Castle. You can’t kill them all. That’s... why… I…” the former Robin punctuated each word with another stab. “…chose an alternative- control it instead.”

Red Hood began to simply punch the Punisher now, shattering Castle’s nose, hitting him so hard he opened a cut above the vigilante’s eye, obscuring his vision. Todd raised his fist yet again, but this time, Punisher wrapped his broken arm around the blow, stopping Jason’s assault. With his good hand, he drew his heavy M4X knife from his boot and buried it in Red Hood’s chest.

“You think you know what’s best, what’s just?” Castle finally replied. “You’re nothing but a whining punk, lashing out because a far better man than you could ever hope to be had a higher moral standard than yourself. You don’t know what real pain is like.” He pulled out his knife and quickly slashed across Jason’s exposed throat. “You’re nothing more than a petulant child. But above even that, you’re a criminal…and criminals get punished.”

Punisher rose, despite his injuries and began to limp away from the scene, stopping only to spit on the ground in disgust.

Jason saw his Warehouse fall around him- his people were dead or scattered, all his plans ruined, but as his life flashed before his eyes, the one thing that haunted him was the memory of his old mentor. All of Batman’s old wisdom flooded back to him in a torrent, and he felt the tears form in his eyes as he remembered everything. “Bruce-” he choked as he felt the lights around him dim. “I’m sorry Bruce. I’m so…”

Epilogue

The Hood sat in his personal head quarters, displeased by what he was seeing before him: Photographic evidence that Joker’s band of clown thugs had been expanding their territory into his turf, killing his men and generally doing everything short of declaring open war on him. Things had always been heated between the two, but they had always kept a certain balance and subtlety to most things, but the hostility here was beyond anything seen from the clowns before.

“I suppose this proves it” The Hood’s voice echoed across the room. “If the Joker wants a war on his hands, so be it.” He turned to one of the men at his side. “Vector, I want the U-Foes in Arkham Asylum by sunrise, I want the symbol of the clown’s territory in my pocket. Take as many people as you need to see it done. From there, we will begin to take out his supporters, and finally the Joker himself.”

“What if I could tell you that I could get the Joker to come to you.” The informant who brought The Hood the evidence asked.

“That would save me a lot of time and effort. How would you propose this be done?” Hood asked.

“Simple. I have an inside man, hit Joker’s turf hard enough, he can lead Joker on an escape route. An escape route with the destination already known to you.” The man placed a card on the table with a series of phone numbers and information on it.

“And who exactly is this contact?”

“Now, that would be telling.” The man smiled. “Tick, tock. Tick, tock.” He hinted as he walked away.

“We’ll keep in touch, mister…Harper, was it?” Hood called out to the informant as he walked away.

“Just call me Arsenal.” Roy replied back. “So long as you can make Joker dead, I can help you out. I owe it to an old friend, after all.”

END

WINNER- THE PUNISHER

Expert's Opinion[]

Although an incredibly close battle, won by Castle only by the skin of his teeth, the voters gave the edge to The Punisher because they felt Frank's weaponry was in many cases the more reliable or effective tool for the job, they felt he was a more hardened and experienced warrior, and it was thought that Frank was better prepared to deal with a warrior like Todd than Red Hood was prepared to deal with someone like the Punisher.

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Battle vs. Ghost (Modern Warfare) (by MilitaryBrat)[]

Gotham city......A wasteland of human existence. A place where dreams and parents die. This is the home of Jason Todd, also known as the Red Hood. As of now though, he's back in Gotham. In the meantime, his actions have attracted the attention of Task Force 141. General Shepard calls a meeting with the best men in the task force: Captain John "Soap" Mactavish, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, and Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

"Gentlemen, there's a man in Gotham City known as the Red Hood. The resident vigilante in Gotham won't kill him so i'm leaving it to one of you to do it. The other two will insert into Russia to get the downed sattelite. Any takers?"

"Roach and I will get the sattelite, sir" Soap said.

"I guess that leaves the Red Hood for me." Ghost said

"Excellent gentleman," Shepard said to them "And another thing, Sergeant you've got to learn to speak up more."

Meanwhile, Jason is recovering from his encounter with Batman and the Joker. He's mad that his mentor did not kill the Joker when he could. And especially mad that he never killed him in the first place. Jason is sitting in crime ally where he's stashed some of his personal weapons. It's also where he met Bruce for the first time.

"Bruce," Jason says to himself, "Why couldn't you have just killed him when you first had the chance? It would have saved us all alot of trouble." The former Robin is now wiping away tears, not knowing what to do now. Suddenly however, his mind is made up for him with the sound and sight of Ghost setting up a pound of C4 across the street.

"That's C4 he's setting up" Jason thought to himself. "Better be careful" Jason left to get a helmet he also placed in a dumpster in crime ally. He puts it on and is once again the Red Hood. Placing his Deagles in hip holsters, he grabs his AK47 and puts his knife in his sheathe. Todd sneaks up closer to Ghost.

"General Shepard, I'm here in Gotham. This area i'm in has the highest amount of crime of anywhere in the city. and that's saying something, sir."

"Excellent," Shepard replied "Dispatch the Red Hood and then meet the helicopter back at the extract. I won't be able to be there as I'll be looking for a new recruit for the 141. Have a special mission in mind for him."

"Makarov involved sir?"

"You'll find out soon enough son, now complete the mission."

"Yes sir."

"So that's what this Brit is here for." Jason thinks to himself. "Well if its a fight he wants its a fight he'll get. Hey boney!!!" Jason yells. "Looking for me?"

"Sir, I have confirmation of the Red Hood. Proceeding to kill"

"You'll have to catch me first bones" Todd yells as he escapes up the fire escape. Ghost fires his ACR at Todd and manages to hit him once in the right calf.

"Damn" Todd says "Maybe I should have listened to Bruce more carefully when he talked about this kind of thing."

Todd peeks over the side of the building to see Ghost reloading. Todd loads his AK47 and sprays the area, grazing Ghost's left shoulder. However as he lost most of his AK ammo in the climb he displaces, and jumps across the divide to a pigeon shed where he placed his Uzi. Ghost uses this brief moment to reload, climb the fire escape as well and make the jump across the divide. He is instantly met with 9mm bullets. Ghost dives for cover and makes it just in time for the Uzi's 9mm rounds to slam into a wall. However his ACR which was covering his heart took 4 bullets and was inoperable. Ghost tossed it to the side and loaded his MP5k. He gets an idea. He grabs a broom stick and places his helmet on top of it. Ghost raises it just enough for Todd to see it and procede to riddle it with bullets.

Ghost studies the holes in his helmet, and calculates where the bullets came from. He fires his entire clip into the pigeon shed and procedes to do the same with the rest of his clips. This way he attempts to hit Jason or at least keeps him from shooting back. When he gets to his final clip however, Ghost realises there's no way out.

"I could, no that's suicide." Ghost thinks to himself. "But what choice have I got?" Ghost empties his last clip, keeping Todd's head down. Then he jumps off the building's edge, lands on an awning which breaks his fall, but also breaks open, slamming Ghost into the pavement. Shaken, but also stirred by what has just happened, Ghost goes to plan b. He detonates the C4 he set up by the building.

"That son of a bitch," Todd thinks to himself "he thinks he's getting out of this alive." However, the building collapeses, bringing Todd down with it. Ghost prepares to confirm whether or not Todd is alive, when he finds Todd's helmet lying on the ground by some seperated rubble. Ghost picks it up.

"Strange helmet this is," Ghost says to himself. He decides to communicate with Shepard. "General Shepard, I may have killed the Red Hood."

"May have? Shouldn't you be sure?" Shepard replies.

"Yes sir I should. But I have his helmet here and theres no head attached. But I also brought down a building with him on top."

"He might have jumped Lieutenant. Keep me updated. Corporal Dunn is having a Ranger named Allen run the pit. I'd like to see what he can do."

"Roger that sir, I'll keep you posted." However, the helmet's eyes start blinking. Ghost realises its a bomb and throws it, seeing it explode in the air.

"Quite a surprise isn't it?"

Ghost turns around and sees Jason standing there holding the helmet's trigger.

Suddenly though, Jason throws Ghost another helmet he got from his many hiding places and Ghost thinking it's a bomb throws it away. This however allows Jason to run into an ally. Ghost sees this and takes out his USP as its the only gun he has left. Jason takes out his Desert Eagles and waits, he sees Ghost and opens up. Ghost has to take cover but is hit in the side by a round. Ghost, now surprised gets down on his hands and knees. It's a clean wound however. He aims and hits Jason's foot with his USP. Jason gasps in surprise and drops his Deagles and this allows Ghost to cover the ground between the two. Ghost takes out his tactical knife and attempts a slash. Todd however isn't helpless and he side sweeps Ghost's legs. He's knocked down, but isn't finished. Todd attempts a stab with his kris, but fails as Ghost has rolled over to escape the knife. Ghost gets up, grabs a trash can and hits Todd with it. Todd is knocked back by the blow, which also bloodies his nose. Ghost stabs his tactical knife right into Todd's upper chest, and attempts to crush Todd's skull with the trash can.

"Give it up kid, you're not going to make it."

"Not likely." Jason replies as he finds a Deagle he dropped. He shoots out Ghost's kneecaps which brings him down. Jason picks up his dropped kris and slits Ghost's throat with it.

"Mercs. Is this what Black Mask has come to?" Jason asks the sky as Ghost dies.

WINNER: Jason todd

Epilogue:

"Ghost? Come in Ghost." General Shepard says. Todd hears this and picks up the headset.

"Listen up old man, don't send any of your men to Gotham if you want them to live. Whatever Black Mask is paying you isn't worth the lives of more of your mercs."

"Mercs? Black Mask? What are you ta-" Shepard's questions are cut off by Todd's boot crunching the headset. Later that night, Todd steals a car and makes his way to a certain manor. He pulls up to it and ponders what he'll say.

Expert's Opinion[]

The Red Hood pulled out a victory here due to his experience fighting both human and superhuman foes, superior weaponry, and training.

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Battle vs. Scarlet Spider (by MovieStuff65)[]

Pulling down the navy blue hoodie that protected him from the rain, Kaine Parker cautiously stepped into a large, glass building. As he walked through the sleek, garish lobby of Ice-T Puppy Incorporated's main headquarters, a young girl with blond hair approaches him. "Are you Kaine?" she asks expectantly.

He nods, and Annabeth gestures for him to follow her. Several minutes later, they arrive in a much more rustic and tasteful room. Kaine glanced at the two men in dark blue, metallic armor, and slipped into a scowl. Even without that logo tattooed onto their uniforms, Kaine could recognize SHIELD Capekillers from a mile away. One of them lowered his rifle and put his hand in front of the door.

"Clearance?"

Annabeth clicks her tongue in annoyance as she sits back down at her desk. "He's good. Let him in."

Kaine glares at the security guards as they open the door, revealing a well-lit office and several people in mid-conversation.

"...Doom has taken control of most of them," a red-haired woman finishes saying as she eyes Kaine walking in. "Who is he?"

"Continue, Sister Nightingale," the young man sitting down, wearing a yellow domino mask and sipping on a bottle of beer. "He's new here - he wouldn't even know who to snitch to."

Leliana nodded as Kaine took a seat, carefully moving the grey wolf-like mask in his way.

"...As I was saying, others have split off into factions. Bane leads a cell in the slums, as does Ventress. Additionally, Corleone is waiting in the wings to see which way the wind blows, but he may be left alone for now."

Cfp nods, before gesturing to the door. "Thank you Sister Nightingale." He stands and opens the door, before pulling her close and whispering in her ear. She nods, slipping out the doorway. The third person in the room approaches Kaine, looking him over. "You sure he should've heard that?"

The user nods as he takes a seat. "Give us the room, Raiden. I'll call you if Kaine becomes a problem."

The cyborg nods and leaves the room. Kaine scoffs, burying his hands in his pockets. "Jesus, you people have a crazy city here."

"Tell me about it," Cfp says with a scoff, before presenting a folder to Kaine. He looks it over, taking note of the long wrap sheet of crimes, skills, and history. "So this is why you brought me here?"

Cfp takes a final gulp of his beverage, before tossing the bottle in a nearby recycling bin. "A close...acquaintance of mine has hired me to take out the Red Hood. He's a bit of a loose cannon even by criminal standards."

Kaine tossed the paper into the waste basket. "Why should I help you? I'm not a fan of being used by some bureaucrat who can't solve their own problems."

"Aside from a decent house and a cut of the profit?" Cfp turns his computer monitor to face Kaine, where a face eerily similar to his own looked back at him. "I can get you Ben Reily."

Spinning the Kris dagger in his hand, Jason Todd looks over a laundry list of who's who in DFederal's underworld. With the cops still wrangling in the rest of the Wolves and the heroes kissing the pigs' boots, making his move on Penguin was simple and quick. A couple dozen bullets in his men and a crowbar to the face had sent the fat bastard scurrying uptown. Jason knew he'd eventually come kicking back, but if he did he'd find the Iceberg Lounge's clientele much colder to him.

A knock on his door interrupted his train of thought. Placing his crimson, metallic helmet over his head, Jason turned around. "Come in."

A buff and handsome blond-haired man enters his office, tipping his cowboy hat at his new boss.

"Status report."

"What?"

"That's why you're in here, isn't it?"

"Oh, well not really. Anyway, not much of an update, boss," Hol Horse said. "Trevelyan is throwing his lot in with you, same with Bane and his crew."

"And what about the rest of Cobblepot's pals?"

"Those that ain't caught up in all that civil war nonsense gone underground. Same with all the high-rollers like Corleone and The Greek. Those boys had this city carved up nice and clean before you stepped in, and they're letting Penguin deal with shit on his own."

Hood nodded, crossing his arms and staring expectantly at Hol Horse. "Can I help ya, boss?"

"You said you didn't come in for a status report. What is it you did want?"

"Oh, right," Hol Horse stammered. "The talent just showed up. Told 'im ta wait by the stage, and I'd come fetch ya." Hol Horse says, taking a drag of his cigarette. Hood nods and the two exit his office.

On stage, a young man looks up from his phone as the two men arrive. He casually strides off the stage, leaping down and offering a hand. "Gotta say Red- like what you've done with the place. Much less tacky compared to Pointy's style."

Hood smirked under his helmet as he took Damien Marcato's hand. "Glad to see you approve of it. How's Markus?"

"He's doing good. We just got a house up in the White Collar. Amazing what you can get away with with nothing but a wink and a smile," Damien says as they sit at a nearby booth. Hood lets out a grunt of a laugh, leaning back. Damien raises his eyebrow, and pouts. "Straight to business? Where's the foreplay?"

Hood shrugs and snaps his fingers, and Hol Horse pulls out a contract. "I'm a busy man Damien. Unfortunately, not everyone's been as cool with the new management as you."

Damien shrugs. "What can I say? Struggling musicians don't get to be picky about who pays the bills."

"I'll pay the same rate as Cobblepot did, plus a little extra for picking the right side. Sound fair?"

The singer nods, and the two men shake on it. Hood removes the helmet on his face, and beckons to the bar. "Now how about that drink?"

Looking down on the Iceberg Lounge, Scarlet Spider observed the front door as three men walked outside. He recognized his target, Red Hood, as the leaner of the two. Activating the invisibility function of his suit, Scarlet Spider slung a web across the night sky to get a closer look.

"You should invite Markus here one night. I'm sure he'd get a kick out of it," Red Hood said as Damien began walking away. From the corner of his eye, he hears a distinct crack in the air, barely noticeable. Subtly placing a hand on his holster, Hood turns around to look for the source of the sound. Seeing nothing in front or around him, Hood grunts before walking back inside his club.

Scarlet Spider sighs in relief from above, gracefully landing where Hood had just been standing. Confident in his suit's stealth function, Scarlet Spider quietly snuck in through the door. Just as he crossed inside, he could hear the unmistakable click of a safety being turned off.

"I don't blame you for thinking you were in the clear," Red Hood said as he held his pistol to Scarlet Spider's head. "It's a textbook play for us costumed freaks, realizing how often people just don't look up."

"How can you even see me?"

"Did you think the helmet's just for show?" Hood taunted. "Let me guess- Cobblepot sent you. Tell him if he wants this place back, he's gonna have to waddle-"

Scarlet Spider quickly crouched and launched a web at Hood's chest, yanking him forward. Todd unholstered his second pistol as he fired the first . Scarlet effortlessly dodged each bullet. leaping over the shots and landing behind Todd. A quick kick sent the criminal flying through the air and into his club, where he crashed into a nearby table.

"Ouch." Hood groaned as he sat up, aiming his pistols at Scarlet Spider. Whoever this guy was, he had a kick like Kori. No way he could take him out up-close. The clone lunged forward before Hood could get his aim, forcing him to roll to the side to avoid getting pummeled. Hood fired a series of shots at Scarlet Spider, who quickly launched himself into the air and crawled along the wall.

Hood stopped firing to reload, only to feel his hand get caught in webbing as Scarlet Spider shot a bolo web at him. The gun was knocked out of his hand as the projectile launched him arm into a wall, trapping it. Hood holstered his second pistol as Scarlet Spider honed in on him.

"Just give up, kid. You're not gonna beat me." Scarlet Spider grabbed Red Hood by the collar, and shoved his hand into his shoulder. Hood let out a scream of pain as the Mark of Kaine burned into his arm.

"I don't need to beat you," Hood taunted. "People like me are basically walking armories, after all."

The taser in Hood's uniform launched out of his chest, sending a jolt of electricity into Scarlet Spider. He grunts in pain and leaps back, giving Hood the space needed to pull out his knife. He slashes apart the webbing, and swings a fist into Scarlet Spider's face. The blow sends Scarlet Spider reeling back, exposing his chest for Hood to thrust his knife forward.

Scarlet Spider flips backwards, slamming his foot into Hood's head as he falls back. Hood's helmet cracks under the strength of Scarlet Spider's blow, and Hood's HUD fades out. "You son of a bitch..." he mutters, taking off the helmet and pulling the pin on smoke grenade. The mist steadily overtakes the room as the two men glare at each other.

Scarlet Spider takes a moment to catch his breath, looking at Hood's face for the first time before it disappears in the haze. "You're a lot younger than I thought. What's the matter, mad you can't fill daddy's shoes?"

Hood yells and chucks the helmet at Scarlet Spider. The clone can't help but laugh. "How mature of you. And I thought Parker was-"

Scarlet Spider's words are interrupted by an explosion as the helmet explodes. In a daze of confusion, Scarlet starts to rise only for a bone-crunching blow to shatter against his knee. Screaming in pain, Scarlet Spider barely has the concentration to grab the crowbar swinging towards his face.

Ripping the weapon out of Hood's grip, Scarlet Spider leaps forward and thrusts his hand at Hood's face. His hand burning with the Mark of Kaine, Scarlet Spider grips Hood's face. Before he can turn up the heat, Scarlet Spider stops short as he feels a sharp pain in his chest. He lets out a gasp in shock, as Hood casually pulls his dagger out of Scarlet Spider's gut. He thrusts into Scarlet Spider's chest again, feeling a satisfying lack of tension as it slides between his ribs.

Scarlet Spider falls back, bleeding, as Red Hood gingerly rubs his jaw. "You're dying anyway," he says, grabbing Scarlet Spider by the collar of his costume. Hood rips off the mask and tosses it aside. "Just tell me who sent you, and I won't have to drag it out."

This elicits a laugh from Kaine, who just spits in Hood's face. "Pfft, I've been dead before. Nothing you can do that'll make it worse."

Hood tosses Scarlet Spider into a nearby wall, before grabbing his fallen pistol. "Fair enough." Hood says, firing his pistol point blank into Scarlet Spider's head.

The clone snaps forward, before sagging down onto the ground, dead.

Jason feebly grabs a nearby table for support, relaxing his muscles as he hears Hol Horse approach. "What in tarnation?" the cowboy asks, seeing the corpse on the ground and his boss taking deep breaths.

"Give Damien a call and let him know tonight's cancelled," Hood starts, steadying himself as he walks to his office. "Get a cleanup crew to fix this place up, and-" Todd stops, cracking his sore neck. "Get a doctor."

Expert's Opinion[]

Many believed that despite Kaine's far greater physical strength and speed, he didn't bring the right mental versatility to go up against Red Hood. The former Robin was able to keep up with Kaine thanks to his training and experience against metahumans, while his hard-hitting arsenal and tactical know-how were able to present challenges to the Spider-clone that didn't have an answer to.

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Battle vs. Winter Soldier (Comics) (by WinterSpider)[]

January 3rd, 2005

2300 Hours

Undisclosed location, Ukraine

"Wake him up. The Winter Soldier is needed again."

"Yes sir, Mr. Lukin. Sir, if you don't mind my asking, but is this why you didn't sell this assett to the Red Skull? You mentioned having plans for him."

"Not at the time, Peshkov, however circumstances have caused me to force my hand. A player in Gotham has sprung up and is disrupting our operations. As the Winter Soldier's control officer, you'll need to brief him on his objectives. Here's the file." Aleksander Lukin left Peshkov to his file. After he had finished, he made his way to where the Winter Soldier was being held. Peshkov had him unfrozen, and prepped for his mission.

"This is your next target. The Red Hood. According to Mr. Lukin, he's become a major thorn in his side. Your job is to take him out."

"Yes sir." Replied the Winter Soldier.

"No mistakes."

January 7, 2005

2100 Hours

Gotham City

"Look buddy, if you're gonna deal drugs in Gotham, keep away from the schools. No dealing to children, that was the deal." Jason said to Sal, "But then i catch you dealing at the high school and here we are. Anything to say?"

"Look it was all-" Sal was cut off by a bullet through his skull. "No words needed." The Red Hood picked up Sal's body and dumped him in a nearby dumpster. Jason walked out of the alley into the empty street in Crime Alley. Jason then got on his motorcycle and rode it to his safehouse. When he got there, he cleaned his weapons and mapped out a plan for the next day. He was about to turn in for the night when he heard a slight beep every 10 seconds. He tracked the source of the sound to discover a semtex bomb set to go off in 10 seconds.

Jason wasted no time in grabbing his bug out bag and jumping through a window with a second to spare as he was thrown through the air by the blast. Realizing something had gone awry, Jason jumped on his motorcycle and sped off towards the airfield where he kept his stolen aircraft. After receiving permission from the tower, Jason took off and started flying west, towards another safehouse location. Unbeknowst to him, however he has a stowaway. Barnes tracked Jason's safehouse, and any possible escapes from Gotham. All he needed to do now was wait for the opportunity to arise.

Chicago, Illinois

January 8th, 2005

1500 hours

"O'Hare International this is Delta Charlie 52, requesting permission to land."

"Delta Charlie 52, permission granted."

Jason attempted to begin his descent when he heard a cabinet open. He set the plane on autopilot and searched the plane. He forgoed having his gun drawn in case, but had his knife at the ready. Jason was about to return to the cockpit when Barnes lunged at him from behind a door. Jason leaped aside as Barnes took a swipe at him with his knife. Jason then swept Barnes' legs out from under him and attempted to sever his spinal cord when Barnes rolled forward onto his feet. Taking note of his foe's appearance Jason noted a metal left arm and made a mental note to keep away from that. Barnes then drew his sig, and fired into the cockpit, destroying the controls. The plane began to descend on the city.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" Jason yelled at Bucky.

"Taking you down, Todd." Bucky replied.

"You mean taking yourself down." Jason says as he reveals a parachute hidden in a panel in the plane. Acting worried was simply a ruse to throw this assassin off. Jason grabbed his bag of gear, and immediately opened up the door and jumped out. Bucky sooned followed. Jason turned and saw the assassin drifting towards him with his own parachute.

"Huh, turns out he was prepared for that." Jason thought to himself. The pair drifted towards a skyscraper as the plane crashed into the sears tower.

Jason landed on top of the skyscraper and immedieately began shooting upwards at Bucky. Bucky, who was 10 feet in the air unclipped his parachute and rolled with the fall. He took cover behind an air vent and loaded his Mp5. Bucky took aim and began suppressing fire. Jason took cover near the entrance to the roof.

"I wonder who this guy is, and why he wants me dead." Jason thought. Then he came up with an idea. Distracting this assassin with some suppressing fire of his own, Jason made his way over to an electrical panel and ripped it open. Jason then pulled out a grenade from his bag and pulled the pin on it. Five seconds later, the panel exploded and the power to the building was cut. Jason shot the hinges off the door with his uzi and sped down the stairs.

"He won't get away from me" Bucky thought to himself. Bucky ran after the Hood, and suddenly found himself in the dark. Adjusting to his surroundings, Bucky took notice of a figure in the dark. He shot a burst from his Mp5 at the figure and it crumpled in front of a window. Bucky decided to shoot out the window, which was covered by curtains and blinds to shed some light on the room. He was shocked to find a civillian that had been caught up in the crossfire.

"Then where is the Hood?" He thought to himself. Suddenly, he was flipped over someone's head and crashed into a wall.

"Coming right at you, buddy" Jason said to the assassin. "I gotta say, i didn't think you'd be dumb enough to shoot an innocent, but then again you were dumb enough to lose that arm of yours."

"Coming from the guy who was killed by a clown, I don't feel so bad." Bucky replied.

Jason's smirk turned into a glare as he unsheathed his knife and started towards Bucky. "Let's finish this" Jason said.

Bucky pulled out his NR-40 and replied "I will."

The two lunged towards each other, Bucky making a slash at Jason's chest, revealing body armor underneath. Jason laughed and punched Bucky in the face. Bucky, now with a broken nose tackled Jason through an office window. Bucky attempted to stab downwards into Jason's face mask, but it stopped Bucky's knife. Just barely.

"One more stab like that," Jason thought, "And this helmet won't be able to protect me. Jason threw Bucky off him, and removed his helmet. Arming it to explode, Jason threw it at Bucky. The flashing lights warned Bucky just in time for him to escape. Destroying a portion of the floor, Jason slipped down and escaped. Bucky pursued him as he saw a window break and Jason jump out.

"Always carry a spare." Jason called to him, drifting down in his reserve parachute. Bucky jumped down after him and the two struggled while falling towards the street below. Crashing on a CTA bus, the two resumed their fight. Jason lunged at Bucky with his kris, Bucky grabbed his arm and made Jason punch his own face. Then he kicked him back and off the back of the bus. Jason fell and then rolled away as Bucky punched the concrete. Bucky then swiped again at Jason who dodged it, and then Bucky flipped his knife in the air and caught it with his real arm. With his bionic arm, Bucky grabbed Jason's knife hand and twisted it, breaking Jason's wrist. Jason cried out in pain as Bucky ripped his knife from his hand. Bucky then stabbed Jason through the chest with his own kris.

"Whhhoo are you?" Jason asked as the light slipped from his eyes.

"No one of consequence to you anymore." Bucky replied. He then slit Jason's throat with his NR-40. Jason's body slumped to the ground, the Red Hood finally dead.

WINNER: The Winter Soldier.

Epilogue:

Bruce Wayne was studying a crime scene with in the Batcave when his butler, Alfred Pennyworth came in.

"Sir, if i may interrupt you for a -"

"No Alfred, you may not. This is a delicate situation that requires my full attention. Joker stole a dirty bomb, and is sneaking it out of Gotham. I need to figure out where, and when he plans on using it."

"Sir it's just. Master Jason, he has passed, sir."

This took the wind out of Bruce, as he removed his mask to reveal a worried face.

"Jason he-?"

"Yes sir. An assassin apparently. He was killed in Chicago this past-"

"WHO? ALFRED WHO?" Bruce roared as he grabbed Alfred.

I don't know who, Master Wayne. But shaking me won't solve this myster, or of Joker's dirty bomb."

"Whoever did this, I will find them, and I will make them pay."

"Maybe I can help, Bruce." a voice in the dark said. Out stepped Nightwing, Bruce's first sidekick.

"Until we study this assassin further, do not engage him, Nightwing."

"I'll track him down. He can't have gotten far in the past few days."

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Akudama Drive Royale (by Leolab)[]

Ch. 1: And My Hat[]

Two guards stand outside a large bank building, trying not to shiver in the midwinter cold. A third strolls up, holding a cane and sipping from a steaming paper cup. He lifts a grey cardboard cup holder, which contains two more of the same.

“Howdy, gents. Thought you might like a sip,” he says, and the two guards take the drinks gratefully, “Not sure what kind of nutter would break in on such a cold day, though.”

“You got that right,” one of the guards replies, “Even ignoring the weather, our vault is impregnable. Wait, what’s that van doing?”

As the guard noticed, a black van throws its doors open, launching smoke at the trio. The guard is shot in the head, and as the other turns to look, he instead sees that time has frozen. He gawks as his friend’s blood and brains hang in the air, along with a cluster of other bullets to make sure he’s dead.

“And that, my man, is called dramatic irony,” the third man says, slamming his cane into the back of the guard’s knee. He collapses, only for the cane to slam into the side of his head, causing him to fall over, blood pooling at his assailant’s feet. Wayne doffs his hat, throwing it into the air as he lets his time bubble drop. Two muscular splashes of red spill out of the van, one masked with an assault rifle, firing at the security cameras; the other, red quickly revealed to be hair, tosses Wayne his usual hat and second cane as the alarms finally start to blare and an electronic gate crashes down.

A white circle forms atop it as it falls, and it halts. 9S steps out of the van, gesturing at the gate as it obeys his command and opens. A blade flashes behind him as Wei slices his wrist, flinging his blood at the door. As the other members of the heist team filter out, he snaps dramatically, causing large sections of the door to vanish and the structure to crumble.

Mordin combusts several of the guards waiting behind the door as Gene and Red Hood fire into them, cutting down the resistance. Sveta leaps in, slamming into the coordinator of the guards with her Psynergy.

“Stay down!” she yells, and the civilians within the front areas of the bank comply. A fireball streaks past her, setting another guard on fire.

“Let’s hurry,” Y’Shtola says, “We only have a few minutes before their backup arrives.”

Wei strides to the front of the advancing team, throwing a splatter of his blood in front of him, hitting another door and a couple guards. They scream as he snaps, bits of their flesh abruptly no longer there as the door collapses in another cloud of dust. The fine powder illuminates the lasers behind, glinting red as Wei stops. 9S slides forward, sticking out his hand as he hacks into the lasers.

The emitters combust in sequence as 9S forces them to overheat, leaving the net clear. Gene, Jason, and Mordin sprint in, guns blazing to suppress the guards. Sveta glows as several vines grow out of the ground, denying the guards cover. The hail of bullets finishes them off, clearing the corridor.

“Nice job,” Gene says, patting her on the head as the group spills into the now-empty corridor.

“Yes, remind me to call you when I want to wreck Bruce’s peonies,” Jason mutters, giving the massive holes in the floor an appreciative look.

“Well, if we’ve finished embarrassing the poor girl,” Y’shtola says, peeling Gene’s hand away from the blushing princess, “Let’s get moving.”

“Yeah, yeah, we don’t have time,” 9S says.

“Don’t think I can’t tell you’re rolling your eyes under that blindfold.”

“All right, ma’am,” 9S says, “There’s an elevator down the hall…”

“No,” Wei interjects, “They’ll cut the power the instant they think we’re inside.”

“We take the stairs, then,” Jason says.

“Each set only goes between two stories,” 9S says, “It’ll take some time, but…”

“But it’s better than being trapped in a metal coffin. I agree,” Y’Shtola says, “So let’s get finding it. Where’s Wayne?”

“Said he ‘had an idea’ and then vanished,” Gene says, “Let’s leave him.”

“All right, you lot,” a blowhard in a tall hat belts out at the less-than-pristine corps of guardsmen in front of him, “We’ve got intruders in this bank…”

Wayne rolls his eyes in the back as he palms a sheet with several names on it. This was a floor down from his co-conspirators, so it was probably important. As the guard drones on about protecting other peoples’ stuff, he swaps it for an empty flask. A fair trade; that flask was valuable to him. He looks around as the man continues droning on about how the vault would only open if he or an executive states their name as a password, before one of the other guards pipes up.

“Sir, if they can’t get in, can’t we just leave it to our backup?”

“Leave it to the two Executioners?” the man asks, incredulous, and goes on a spiel about stolen glory as Wayne simply processes the name, realizing he had to get to the others, fast. He looks at the flask he had just set down and flings it into the air as he creates a small bendalloy bubble, opening the door and slipping out while the guards were distracted by the flying piece of metal.

He swaps his hat out, creating another small bubble as a guard sees him and runs around the corner, appearing as a blur. The bubble pops as he leaves it, sprinting down a corridor and around another corner before halting, putting his hands up as he stares down the barrel of a gun.

“It’s me, Hood,” he says, “Your ol’ buddy Wayne.”

Jason puts the gun down, clearly still tense under the mask. Wayne started to reach for his flask, to offer the tense man a drink, before remembering he’d traded it for the sheet of names.

“So, that idea pan out?” Gene asks.

“Sorta,” Wayne says, “Got a lead on opening the safe, but the guard captain down that way said something about ‘Executioners’ coming in to hunt us down, and I thought I’d let you guys know.”

“I hear… music from above?” Y’shotla says, ears twitching, “Two girls.”

“He did mention a pair and something about singing.”

“I’ll stay back,” Wei says, face contorting into a vicious grin, “If they think they can stop us with just two…”

“I’ll stay back, too,” Sveta says, “We can each take one on.”

“All right, then,” Y’shtola says, “If you promise you won’t die.”

“Of course not,” Wei scoffs, and Sveta gives a small nod.

Mordin steps forward, only to get held back by Jason, who shakes his head at the Salarian. Mordin holds up a hand, brushing Jason off and walking up to Sveta, giving her a few plastic bags.

“Medi-gel,” he explains, “Use if injured. Heals fast.”

“Thank you,” Sveta says, storing the gel packets carefully.

Mordin returns to the group, waving as they sprint down the hallway, looking for the exit to the next floor. Sveta and Wei turn to the stairway as the singing grows closer, enough to make out one energetic voice and one more subdued one. A blonde bounces off a wall and lands as a black-haired girl rolls in beside her.

“Found you, DESS!” Kirika says, pointing her scythe at them.

“Please surrender,” Sirabe continues, holding a pair of yo-yos at the ready.

“Apologies, but we can’t do that,” Sveta says, taking a combat stance. Wei cuts his wrist as a small group of guards bursts through the same corridor Wayne had come through previously. The Contractor contemptuously flicks his wrist at them, snapping as the blood splatters across the men and walls. Their screams are quickly cut off by the collapsing masonry, and the expressions on the three girls’ faces harden.

Kirika strikes the ground as Wei flicks his wrist towards the pair, catching the blood spray on a set of rocks. A snap disintegrates them, making room for a pink yo-yo to fly past, aiming directly at Wei’s face. The Contractor narrowly dodges with a smirk, that quickly turns into a grimace as the projectile curves around. He ducks under it as Kirika leaps in to intercept Sveta, who leans out of the way of the slice.

The yo-yos continue their pursuit, leaving a tangle of pink lines in their wake. Wei raises his arm to throw some blood forward, but has to dodge another swipe. It cuts his arm, but as he attempts to snap the other yo-yo heads straight for his hand. He weaves between a flurry of spinning yo-yos, snarling in frustration.

Sveta launches a flurry of punches at Kirika, which just bounce off her armor. She ducks under a slice and tries to sweep her opponent, only for the Symphogear to jump, not even interrupting her song. Sveta glows as she jumps backwards, landing as she casts Slap. Kirika’s voice cracks in surprise as a giant hand slaps her across the hallway and into the wall. Sveta takes the opportunity to leap in front of Wei, punching the two yo-yos away.

Wei slips around her, throwing blood at Shirabe with a grin. He snaps as the blood flying, and it starts to glow as Shirabe creates a massive buzz saw in front of her. She spins it rapidly, creating a gale strong enough to blow the blood backwards, so that it splatters on the contractor. He hurriedly cuts off his ability as a roar sounds from Kirika, who activates the jets on the back of her Symphogear. She rockets past Wei, cleanly chopping him in half.

Sveta ducks under Kirika’s follow-up slash, changing into Beastform. The bestial warrior charges at the blonde, grabbing her and throwing her away. She spins and leaps at Shirabe, slamming into her sawblade shield. She bounces off and lands lightly, dashing forward to strike again. She unleashes several haymakers and kicks, striking the shield until it bends and starts to crack. She feels a wind behind her and jumps over the scythe that threatened to cut her in half.

Sveta flips in midair and kicks off of Shirabe’s shield, flying towards Kirika. Her leap is stopped by a pair of yo-yos which spin around her, wrapping her in a pink wire. Shrabe twists, slamming her trapped for against the wall. The yo-yos spin, tightening as Sveta’s Beastform transformation runs out, and Shirabe slams the weakened girl against the wall again, knocking her unconscious.

Kirika and Shirabe look at each other and nod, leaving the corpse and unconscious body behind as they pursue the rest of the heist team.

Ch. 2: Not a Four-Part 9S Sex Scene (Sorry, Laq)[]

“So why’d you give her the gel?” Gene asks, shooting a guard in the face.

“Tired of seeing good people die,” Mordin replies, shooting another.

“Explains why you didn’t give it to Wei. Or the rest of us,” Gene says, seeing a shimmering in the air fade as Wayne slides across the floor. He pops a shot off at one of the two guards the man was fighting, hitting him in the head as Wayne heals the broken bone. The other guard steps around him as the con artist stands and puts up another bubble of dilated time. A split second of blur later and the bubble falls, the guard on the floor and bleeding.

“I planned that,” Wayne says, “Thanks for playin’ along.”

Gene’s response it drowned out by an explosion in a side corridor as Y’shtola annihilates a group of guardsman. She glances at 9S, who throws his sword at another pair advancing towards the mage. He throws his hand forward as the spinning blade cuts through them, a white circle appearing in the air behind them. Two slabs of steel shoot through the walls, crushing an unfortunate foe between them, and let out a metallic screech before fizzling and sparking.

“Good, that should hold them for a while,” Y’shtola says, looking uncomfortable as she wipes the splattered blood off her face, “How’s that explosion coming along, Jason?”

“Almost there,” Red Hood says, putting another brick of C4 into a fist-sized hole, courtesy of Gene’s Caster, “Would be nice if Nines could do this for me, though.”

“Not with how it’s set up,” 9S says, “It looks like there’s separate controls all over the floor, and that…”

“Would take too much time, as you and madam cat-ears keep saying,” Jason grumbles, “Well, this should do it.”

He steps back, a small cylinder in his hand. He presses the button on top, and the remaining members of the heist team cover their ears as the explosives rip through the wall. As the silence returns, Y’Shtola tilts her head, listening to something. The rest of the party gasp in surprise – some few coughing from the dust – as they hear the same thing. The singing from before was growing.

9S sticks his hand out behind him as the others rush through the hole, dropping the dozen or so steel shutters he had raised as they made their way here. As the muffled screech of rending metal reaches his ears, he follows the group into the breach.

He looks around, not seeing the others in the metallic corridors ahead of him. He chooses one of the three corridors at random, expanding his senses slightly to see if there were any electronic traps around. Feeling one, he exerts his will slightly at it, feeling it give way quickly. Several panels in the wall sputter and smoke, the guns within now inoperable.

A smirk spreads across his face as he walks forward, sections of wall sparking and smoking as he approaches. At this rate, he might even beat his co-conspirators to the vault. The smirk doesn’t drop as a hidden door opens, and a small cadre of guards, all wearing night-vision goggles, stream out into the corridor. He tosses Cruel Oath, the blade spinning as it chops one in half.

He catches it as it comes back, his Pod firing at another guard while he slashes a third in half. He sees the fear in a fourth’s as he swiftly hacks and overloads the optics, blinding his foe to make time for a stab. The ceiling opens above him, and a mass of robots drop directly on him, finally surprising the android.

Pinned under the mass, 9S grits his teeth. There were far too many to hack, and he could hear boots running down the side corridor. He sighs in resignation, setting off his self-destruct protocols. A massive explosion surrounds him, shredding his shorts, crushing the robots, and causing the flesh-and-blood guards to collapse as their lungs tear and fill with their own blood.

9S pulls himself up, limping to the end of the corridor. He stops when he hears a click, grimacing as he realizes he triggered a mechanical trap. Several banks of green plastic flip up around him and burst, releasing a wave of electricity into his circuits. Injured as he is, he barely has time to scream before he falls, fizzling and smoking like the traps he had disarmed.

“Did anyone else just hear…”

“Yes, and we can’t help him,” Y’shtola says, firing off a spell at some guards, “We don’t even know where he is.”

“True. Guess there’s no point in waiting at the end, then,” Red Hood says, firing his rifle at a gun barrel popping out of the wall. It shatters, the mechanism behind it whirring futilely until Mordin freezes it in place. The gear shudder as they walk past, startling Gene.

“Geeze, it’s been nothing but a big fight since we started,” he grumbles, “I’m bushed.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Red Hood asks, mask hiding his own exhaustion.

“Anything other than assaulting a defended position head-on. Heard those can lead to killing planets. Perhaps something like tunneling underground? Maybe using the kickass spaceship I have to physically haul the vault out?”

“Tried that with STG,” Mordin says, “Vault infested with Varren.”

“With what?” Wayne asks.

“Like dogs with scales. And tusks. Bred for war.”

“Oh. That probably turned out bad,” Gene says.

“Yes, very vicious. Sick of meat after a few days.”

“Shh,” Jason says, sticking out his hand. The conversation quiets, allowing the rest of the group to pick up what his helmet already had: the sound of singing. Y’shtola gasps, turning and slamming her staff into the ground. A flurry of buzz saw blades slam against it, the light fading and fizzling out as the last one slips through, slicing into her shoulder.

Mordin activates his omni-tool, spraying the cut with medi-gel as the catgirl charges up some magic, raising her staff to the ceiling. A bolt of light flies out from it, and a portion of the ceiling collapses, burying the next volley of sawblades. She prepares the same spell, but as she casts a sawblade slices through her hand, throwing off her aim.

“Run!” she yells, and the remaining members of the heist crew do so as the ceiling falls again, burying her and the corridor in a mountain of rubble. Wayne and Gene look back regretfully, but continue onwards with Jason and Mordin.

The four of them quickly come to a large gate with a small security panel. Jason reaches into his coat for some more explosives, when Mordin holds his hand up.

“Faster to do this,” he says, activating his omni-tool and tapping furiously. In a few seconds, the panel beeps and turns green.

“Passcode accepted. Please state your name,” a computerized voice says. Wayne steps up, as everyone else looks at him expectantly. He clears his throat before speaking.

“I am Emmerson Valentine Eòghann Harris Barton,” he says, imitating the blend of posh British and guttural Gaelic accents he had heard back a few minutes ago.

“Acknowledged,” the computerized voice says, “Please be advised that there is an ongoing break-in. Take care.”

The door opens as Wayne poses dramatically, sporting a smug grin. Gene and Jason clap sarcastically as they walk through, Mordin trailing behind.

Ch. 3: Joke’s Done, No More Chapter Titles[]

“She’s dead, isn’t she?” Kirika asks, looking at the massive pile of rubble, “Like the man with elf ears.”

“You saw what these people did, Kiri-chan,” Shirabe says, clenching her fist, “And they’re not even being driven by an ideal, or being manipulated.”

“Still, I wonder if we could talk them down.”

“Hibiki probably could. But she’s not here now,” Shirabe says, “If it bothers you, I can knock them out like I did with the werewolf girl up above.”

“But then I’m not doing much.”

“You protect me, Kiri-chan,” Shirabe says, holding the other girl’s hand, “I can’t do my role if you don’t keep me safe.”

“All right,” Kirika says, smiling, “Let’s go, DESS! … I wonder if I can turn Igalima into a shovel.”

“There’s a side passage that way,” Shirabe says, pointing towards a door.

“Right,” Kirika says, and pulls the other girl forward. A whirring sound from Shirabe’s skates accompanies the slightly subdued singing; it seems to have given them away previously. They make their way through the hallway filled with destroyed traps, moving with increasing apprehension until they see a massive pile of destroyed drones. Their expressions turn grim as they see the bloodied corpses of guards crushed under the metal, as well as the two that had clearly died in agony a short distance away.

The pair continue on until they see 9S, lying face down without shorts.

“Pervert,” Shirabe mutters, readying her yo-yos as Kirika stretches out with her scythe, prodding the unmoving figure a few times. She squints as he continues to be unresponsive, spotting the mass of wires spreading from his body. She points this out to Shirabe, who nods. Kirika then walks forward, kneeling down and putting her fingers to the throat of the still motionless android.

“No pulse.”

The four surviving heist crewmen walk through a chromed corridor, its size and shininess disorienting them slightly. Red Hood whistles in appreciation as they near the massive, similarly reflective vault door. Gene wastes no time, drawing his Caster and loading a shell. He aims it as it whirrs and glows, setting the door in his sights. He then pulls the trigger, firing out a torso-sized beam of light. The four scatter as the reflective surface scatters the laser, bouncing it through the room.

“Maybe try something less likely to kill us,” Wayne mutters, “I can’t heal from that.”

“Wait, I hear…” Jason says.

“Shit.”

Kirika and Shirabe burst into the scene, continuing their duet. Shirabe throws a pair of yo-yos, one at Mordin and the other at Wayne. The first hits its mark, wrapping around the scientist Salarian. Wayne throws up a bendalloy bubble, changing the trajectory of the second as it enters. Shirabe lets it go as it veers off-course, instead spinning and slamming Mordin into the ceiling hard enough to knock him out.

“Give me time,” Gene yells.

Wayne puts up a bubble and looks at the field, events folding in slow motion. Gene was too far to reach easily, and Jason’s rifle bullets move through the air towards the black-haired girl. Leaving the other two to their tasks, he turns and sprints towards the blonde. He chains bubbles as he heads towards her, briefly considering that he probably could have done just this to get to Gene’s side.

He dismisses the thought as he catches up to her, deploying another bubble as he swings his dueling canes, well inside the range where she could move the long polearm. Kirika simply flips the grip of her hand, twisting as another scythe head sprouts from the end of the staff. In an instant, she now has a pair of scythes, ready to intercept the canes.

She hooks and traps the weapons, a quick pull slicing straight through them. A swift kick breaks Wayne’s kneecap, sending him tumbling to the ground as he taps into the gold bracers under his coat, rapidly healing as he rolls. He rises, punching at his foe’s unprotected abdomen, only for his fists to meet the flat part of a scythe. He grits his teeth as he feels the bones in his hand shatter and heal, pulling it back as the girl readies herself. He uses the same hand to poke at her eyes, forcing the unprepared Kirika to dodge out of the way.

She jumps back and puts her foot on his chest, shoving him back with enough force to break his sternum. Wayne takes a deep breath as his bones knit themselves back together, vision flickering from the pain. He braces himself as his foe charges in, scythes at the side, and blocks them with his gold bracers. The metal would usually be too soft to help much, but the attack was clearly a feint. The scythes touch the metal, and his healing suddenly halted. He gasps as the pain returns full force, collapsing and blacking out as the fall does even more damage.

The bubble collapses, and Kirika sees Gene holding his Caster, an ominous purple-black aura surrounding it. He pulls the trigger, sending a small black orb towards the safe door. It quickly makes contact, and all four combatants cringe as the sound of metal shearing tears through the room. The miniature black hole dissipates as the vault lays bare, its contents ripe for the taking.

Ch. 4[]

Gene whips around and draws one of his pistols, firing several rounds as the Symphogears’ feet. The sticky paint rounds spread and adhere their feet to the ground, and they fall. Jason fires a burst from his assault rifle at the pair, only for Shirabe to block the bullets with a buzzsaw shield.

“Leave them,” Gene says, “They’re not moving for a while.”

Jason shrugs, tossing aside the now-emptied rifle as the pair strides into the vault. Gene picks up the briefcase, looking at the loot appreciatively.

“Shame the rest couldn’t make it,” Gene says, taking it in one hand under his yellow cloak.

“Yeah,” Jason says, looking at the broken figures of Wayne and Mordin just outside the hall, “Guess we can use the dead guys’ shares to post bail for the others.”

The two freeze in place, locking eyes.

“We’re friends, right?” Gene asks.

“Yep,” Jason says, drawing his SMG and firing. Gene ducks under the spray and runs in a zigzag pattern out the vault door, keeping low and erratic as he crosses the corridor. Jason runs after him, firing his grappling pistol at the ceiling of the corridor. It anchors and zips him up and over Kirika and Shirabe, still trapped, when a flicker causes him to look harder at Gene. The space pirate had turned, pointing a shotgun at him as he flew.

Jason yanks the line, transitioning into a flip as the added momentum throws off his trajectory. The blast misses, and he lands on his feet. He sprints after his former ally, firing to disrupt the other man’s strategies. Gene continues moving erratically, throwing off Jason’s aim as his cloak spreads to obscure his body. One end of it flutters up, revealing a glowing Caster.

Jason throws himself into a roll, narrowly dodging the giant red laser. The maneuver lets Gene get ahead, and Red Hood scrambles to catch up. He turns into a side corridor, vaulting over the corpse of 9S as he fires at his quarry. His boots slam on the metal floor as he sprints down the hallway while Gene rounds the corner at its exit.

He crosses it in the span of a reload, cocking the SMG as he whips through the tight series of corridors, finally catching sight of Gene in a straight stretch. A spray forces the pirate to duck before Jason fires his backup grappling pistol over Gene’s head. The hook latches to the end of the hallway and the motor within the gun whirs, pulling Jason through the air as he lays down suppressive fire.

He spins as he passes Gene, landing a bit in front of his foe. He takes aim, but the pirate lifts the briefcase in front of him. As Jason hesitates, Gene tears off his cloak, tossing it over the briefcase and then throwing them both at his foe. Jason draws his kris and fires through the cloak on one side of the container while stabbing across the other.

The bullets rip through air as the knife collides with something hard, and his options cut off as the cloak covers his head. He feels a blade sink into his throat and collapses, the yellow fabric rapidly turning into a funeral shroud. Gene turns off his light shield as the blade slips away, grabbing the briefcase and leaving his dying foe behind.

He sprints through the bank, loading his Caster as he speeds out the front door and towards the police blockade. He fires, the magic this time taking the form of a barrage of red bullets. The hail of magic explodes, scattering the officers and demolishing their cars. He leaps into the still-running van, slamming it into gear and stomping on the gas pedal.

As he makes his getaway, he opens a small communicator, patching him to his ship, still docked in the planet’s spaceport.

“Hey, Jim, change of plans. Get the Outlaw Star ready to fly,” he says, “I’m going to shake them off then head to you.”

He chuckles as his partner squawks in indignation, nodding his head to the beat of a soft tune, the music gradually growling louder. Suddenly realizing that the van doesn’t have a radio, he looks in his rear mirror to spot Kirika and Shirabe on his tail, riding some sort of green, black, and pink wheeled rocket sled.

“Change of plans from that; take off and come get me. I’m in a…” Gene cuts off as Kirika levels her scythe at him, while Shirabe attaches one of her sawblades to it. He ducks as they launch the projectile, which shears the top of the car off.

“Okay, you’ll be able to see me,” he says over his friend’s cries of alarm, “I’m counting on you, partner.”

He closes the comm before the rest of the crew – especially Melfina – could ask him what the fuck he’s doing and swerves across the miraculously empty road to dodge a volley of buzz saws. He loads a random shell into his Caster and fires behind him, only for the girls to swerve around it. His jaw drops as he looks in the surviving side mirror to see Kirika brandishing a building-sized scythe.

He swerves again, narrowly dodging the attack and staying grounded on the road. Shirabe, however, steers their construct to the broken ground, using the rubble as a ramp. The jets on the bottom of the sled light up in the air, sending them sailing over Gene’s head. They turn as they land, Kirika holding her scythe forward, the head transformed into a scissor-like shape.

Gene grins as she opens it, a louder and more familiar engine drowning out the pair’s song. The red body of the Outlaw Star catches up to him, and the ship’s grappler arms latch on to the sides of the convertible. They lift him up, buzzing the younger girls as the ship pulls up into the atmosphere, depositing Gene in cargo bay.

“We can’t chase that, can we?” Shirabe mutters, grimacing as Kirika shouts incoherently at the escaping vehicle.

Expert’s Opinion[]

9^th Place, Wei Zhijun, 8 points: Wei was one of the stronger fighters, but his battle junkie nature means that he’s likely to seek out the Executioners instead of avoiding him. Much like Brawler in the show, his love of a good scrap gets him killed first.
8^th Place, Sveta, 28 points: Much like Wei, Sveta is a strong fighter who nevertheless has personality issues. In this case, she’s simply too good a person to get much farther; she was too likely to volunteer for a delaying action against Kirika and Shirabe.
6^th Place, Y'shtola Rhul & 9S, 31 points: Y’Shtola is a formidable asset to the team thanks to her natural charisma and leadership skills. Once combat breaks out, however, her usefulness is lessened. She’s capable of dealing great damage, but the cast time of her spells harmed her.; Laq’s Husband was similarly useful to the team thanks to his hacking abilities, and should have been one of the central players in breeching the vault. Unfortunately, his innate curiosity got the better of him during the sim, leading to him getting separated. Most of the votes have him surviving the heist, but that’s not how placements actually worked out; his overall firepower was also fairly lacking.
5^th Place, Mordin Solus, 41 points: Mordin is similar to 9S in that he had useful skills to the team, especially in hacking. However, his firepower isn’t quite enough to survive when the party dwindles.
4^th Place, Wayne, 49 points: Wayne is perfectly suited for the infiltration phase, which he was instrumental in completing. However, once the battlefield got more cramped and other, more obvious targets dwindled, his abilities are nowhere near what’s needed to fight against either Kirika or Shirabe one-on-one.
3^rd Place, Kirika Akatsuki & Shirabe Tsukuyomi, 52 points: And finally, the Executioners place third. They have more than enough raw ability and durability to survive all the way through, but their combined efforts were delayed enough by the rest of the team for the heist to complete. And, since that’s their losing condition, they’re third. ~~Should have won, though.~~
2^nd Place, Red Hood, 61 points: Jason hits his trauma button by being eternally second-best. He’s highly skilled and very competent, allowing him to survive the heist phase where most of the team fell, but he’s not quite good enough to get first.
1^st Place, Gene Starwind, 62 points: Gene Starwind was the winner of this match, thanks to his blend of experience, firepower, and the sound judgement to just fucking run sometimes. Nothing much else to say here other than a recommendation to watch Outlaw Star because it’s great.

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Battle vs. Punisher (Comics) (by Drayco90)[]

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Battle vs. Ghost (Modern Warfare) (by MilitaryBrat)[]

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Akudama Drive Royale (by Leolab)[]

Ch. 1: And My Hat[]

Ch. 2: Not a Four-Part 9S Sex Scene (Sorry, Laq)[]

Ch. 3: Joke’s Done, No More Chapter Titles[]

Ch. 4[]

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