04-12-2016, 08:45 AM
Having already been introduced, Red merely nodded to each of the other primes.
"Well if you don't need anything from us at this moment Nealaphh I'm going to go find a tent"
The being that was Nealapph nodded, or what Red assumed was a nod given that the entity didn't have many features. Red walked past the primes leaving his companions behind to further the conversation.
Towards the end of the row of tents he found one that was vacant. Red pulled the flap aside and stepped in. He was surprised to find that the tent was more spacious then he first would have assumed. A cot sat off to the left side of it and a small chest to the right. Red sat down on the cot, staring at the ground. He thought about the upcoming battle that would soon be at hand, still unsure what his role he'd be playing it. He could have asked and probably should have at the time of their arrival but he was tired and longed for solitude that he hadn't had in awhile. Although he enjoyed the company of Thor, Red still found it easier to be on his own.
Red laid down on his bunk and stared at the ceiling of his burlap tent. His eyes began to grow heavy as he fell asleep.
Red dreamnt he was back in Gotham, jumping from roof top to roof top with his teacher Batman. They were chasing some one who was just out of sight that he couldn't make out who they were. Finally their prey had run out of space to run, he stopped peering over the edge of the building. The figure turned to face the dynamic duo, chuckling as they drew near. It was the Joker, his sick crimson smile parted menacingly.
Red punched him, face paint smearing onto his gloved hand. Joker laughed as he slowly looked back at Red.
"That all you got Jason?" The clown sneered. Red punched him repeatedly, blood splattering the rooftop with each punch. Joker stood and wiped the blood from his face. His face paint smeared even more. Red took a step back as he looked at the clown. Most of the paint had come off, exposing his face. The face that looked back at him was his own. Red stared in horror as his doppelganger began to speak.
"We are just alike you and I, soon we will be one and the same." Throwing his head back he cackled, the noise of the laughter echoing inside his head.
Red woke with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. He sat there staring once again at the burlap ceiling, shaking slightly and breathing heavily as he recalled his freakish nightmare.
"Well if you don't need anything from us at this moment Nealaphh I'm going to go find a tent"
The being that was Nealapph nodded, or what Red assumed was a nod given that the entity didn't have many features. Red walked past the primes leaving his companions behind to further the conversation.
Towards the end of the row of tents he found one that was vacant. Red pulled the flap aside and stepped in. He was surprised to find that the tent was more spacious then he first would have assumed. A cot sat off to the left side of it and a small chest to the right. Red sat down on the cot, staring at the ground. He thought about the upcoming battle that would soon be at hand, still unsure what his role he'd be playing it. He could have asked and probably should have at the time of their arrival but he was tired and longed for solitude that he hadn't had in awhile. Although he enjoyed the company of Thor, Red still found it easier to be on his own.
Red laid down on his bunk and stared at the ceiling of his burlap tent. His eyes began to grow heavy as he fell asleep.
Red dreamnt he was back in Gotham, jumping from roof top to roof top with his teacher Batman. They were chasing some one who was just out of sight that he couldn't make out who they were. Finally their prey had run out of space to run, he stopped peering over the edge of the building. The figure turned to face the dynamic duo, chuckling as they drew near. It was the Joker, his sick crimson smile parted menacingly.
Red punched him, face paint smearing onto his gloved hand. Joker laughed as he slowly looked back at Red.
"That all you got Jason?" The clown sneered. Red punched him repeatedly, blood splattering the rooftop with each punch. Joker stood and wiped the blood from his face. His face paint smeared even more. Red took a step back as he looked at the clown. Most of the paint had come off, exposing his face. The face that looked back at him was his own. Red stared in horror as his doppelganger began to speak.
"We are just alike you and I, soon we will be one and the same." Throwing his head back he cackled, the noise of the laughter echoing inside his head.
Red woke with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. He sat there staring once again at the burlap ceiling, shaking slightly and breathing heavily as he recalled his freakish nightmare.
You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.