Prompt #025 - Strangers
Title: New World, New Life, Same Old Bullshit
Author: Bunny reallyiscrazy
Claim: Jason Todd (Crossover with the Marvel Universe)
Characters/Pairing: Jason Todd, Dark Avengers (Norman Osborn, Hawkeye, Wolverine, Ms. Marvel, Ares, and Venom)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1034
Prompt: Strangers
Prompt Summary: Maybe he should have listened to his mom when she said, “don’t talk to strangers”.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Author’s Notes/Warnings: Some violence, and a character death.
Jason knew as he, once again, sat looking through the paper that he needed to find a job. He didn’t have enough money left on him to even feed himself for the next week, so it was high time he did something. The problem was Jason didn’t have any background here. He had no papers, no license, and no identity! He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the corner of the room. Standing up and heading out the door, he was going to find a job one way or another!
After six hours of searching and applying everywhere in the city, Jason was sure it was time to give up. He hung his head and turned to head back towards his apartment when he heard something crash nearby. He turned and ran for the sound and stopped dead when he noticed the people cowering nearby. He didn’t think as he lashed out towards the armored guards that were narrowing in on the people.
Seven of the armed guards surrounded Jason and he smirked as he leapt and dodged their guns and strikes. He took four down without the use of a weapon, but the last three he wanted to have some fun with. He was pissed off, tired, and highly annoyed. Job hunting should be simple, he was American, he had a high school education, and he was smart. But he’d gotten nowhere.
The last three guards fell at his feet and Jason was about to turn to leave when a voice cleared from behind him. He turned, ready to strike out with the mop handle he was holding. Hey it wasn’t a bo staff, but it worked well enough. The man held up a hand, looked down at the men around his feet and then started clapping.
“Nicely done. You just single handedly took out seven of my best agents, and it only took you…” The man looked down at his watch and whistled. “Two minutes. I must say that I’m impressed.”
“I don’t give a shit if you’re impressed or not. These pricks got in my way, so they had to be taken down. Now get out of the way or I take you down too.” Jason pointed the bo staff at the man’s neck, but the man wasn’t budging. In fact Jason could have sworn that he was smiling.
“My please do. I’d love to see you in action against my personal team.” With that the man snapped his fingers and Jason’s eyes narrowed. Five people stood surrounding him and the fallen guards. The blond woman was giving him a look he was sure he’d seen on a few people’s faces in the past. Namely Harley Quinn. The look of a doctor who wasn’t exactly interested in her patience’s health. It made Jason sick even thinking about it. The men however, were glaring daggers at him. Now those looks he could handle.
“You want me to fight your team of freaks? Fine. Let’s go! I have more irritation left to get out anyways.” Jason twirled the staff around his hands, and set his stance. He didn’t have to wait long before one of the men lashed out. The man in purple, Jason would have commented, but he was too busy dodging arrows and other projectiles. The man was getting more and more aggravated as their fight went on. But Jason had fought Oliver Queen, Deathstroke, Batman, and a hell of a lot more. This pansy in purple wasn’t going to beat him with a bow and arrow.
With a scream of frustration, the man launched himself as Jason, but Jason was ready for it. He dodged to one side, and brought his knee up to meet the man’s face. His knee throbbed but the man was down for a bit at least. The next up, had claws… that was new. He raised a brow and set his stance again, but when he lashed out to block one of the attacks, the man’s claws sliced through the staff like it was made of butter. Jason looked down at the two pieces and instead of throwing them away, he started to copy Nightwing. He flipped and dodged, used the ceiling and the highest points in the room, kicked and slapped the sticks into the man’s face.
A few minutes later, and the man was standing still, one of the sticks shoved into his neck. Jason smirked as he watched the man fall forward, pushing the stick the rest of the way through his neck. Jason reached down and pulled the stick out and twirled it before facing the last three. But none of them moved. The man who had first spoken to Jason smiled wider and clapped again.
“I must give you this friend, you are very talented. I’ve only ever seen a few people move like you do, and they are not on in my good graces. But you, I would like to offer you a job.” Jason blinked and tried to catch his breath. Was this man serious? He had just killed one of his personal team, and now the man was offering him a job? This guy was crazier than the Black Mask!
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I just killed…” Jason wasn’t able to finish the sentence as he felt something sharp and rough against his neck. He tilted his head back, felt his head spin, and took a deep breath. The man he had killed was leaning into his back with one of those claws pressed to his throat.
“As you see, Wolverine is not so easy to kill. So, how about it?” Jason looked back at the man and frowned.
“I don’t even know who I would be working for.” The man seemed taken aback by that, but fixed his features in a second. He smiled again at Jason and held out a hand.
“Norman Osborn, but you can call me boss.” Jason knew as he shook the man’s hand, that he was going to regret this.
Author: Bunny reallyiscrazy
Claim: Jason Todd (Crossover with the Marvel Universe)
Characters/Pairing: Jason Todd, Dark Avengers (Norman Osborn, Hawkeye, Wolverine, Ms. Marvel, Ares, and Venom)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1034
Prompt: Strangers
Prompt Summary: Maybe he should have listened to his mom when she said, “don’t talk to strangers”.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Author’s Notes/Warnings: Some violence, and a character death.
Jason knew as he, once again, sat looking through the paper that he needed to find a job. He didn’t have enough money left on him to even feed himself for the next week, so it was high time he did something. The problem was Jason didn’t have any background here. He had no papers, no license, and no identity! He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the corner of the room. Standing up and heading out the door, he was going to find a job one way or another!
After six hours of searching and applying everywhere in the city, Jason was sure it was time to give up. He hung his head and turned to head back towards his apartment when he heard something crash nearby. He turned and ran for the sound and stopped dead when he noticed the people cowering nearby. He didn’t think as he lashed out towards the armored guards that were narrowing in on the people.
Seven of the armed guards surrounded Jason and he smirked as he leapt and dodged their guns and strikes. He took four down without the use of a weapon, but the last three he wanted to have some fun with. He was pissed off, tired, and highly annoyed. Job hunting should be simple, he was American, he had a high school education, and he was smart. But he’d gotten nowhere.
The last three guards fell at his feet and Jason was about to turn to leave when a voice cleared from behind him. He turned, ready to strike out with the mop handle he was holding. Hey it wasn’t a bo staff, but it worked well enough. The man held up a hand, looked down at the men around his feet and then started clapping.
“Nicely done. You just single handedly took out seven of my best agents, and it only took you…” The man looked down at his watch and whistled. “Two minutes. I must say that I’m impressed.”
“I don’t give a shit if you’re impressed or not. These pricks got in my way, so they had to be taken down. Now get out of the way or I take you down too.” Jason pointed the bo staff at the man’s neck, but the man wasn’t budging. In fact Jason could have sworn that he was smiling.
“My please do. I’d love to see you in action against my personal team.” With that the man snapped his fingers and Jason’s eyes narrowed. Five people stood surrounding him and the fallen guards. The blond woman was giving him a look he was sure he’d seen on a few people’s faces in the past. Namely Harley Quinn. The look of a doctor who wasn’t exactly interested in her patience’s health. It made Jason sick even thinking about it. The men however, were glaring daggers at him. Now those looks he could handle.
“You want me to fight your team of freaks? Fine. Let’s go! I have more irritation left to get out anyways.” Jason twirled the staff around his hands, and set his stance. He didn’t have to wait long before one of the men lashed out. The man in purple, Jason would have commented, but he was too busy dodging arrows and other projectiles. The man was getting more and more aggravated as their fight went on. But Jason had fought Oliver Queen, Deathstroke, Batman, and a hell of a lot more. This pansy in purple wasn’t going to beat him with a bow and arrow.
With a scream of frustration, the man launched himself as Jason, but Jason was ready for it. He dodged to one side, and brought his knee up to meet the man’s face. His knee throbbed but the man was down for a bit at least. The next up, had claws… that was new. He raised a brow and set his stance again, but when he lashed out to block one of the attacks, the man’s claws sliced through the staff like it was made of butter. Jason looked down at the two pieces and instead of throwing them away, he started to copy Nightwing. He flipped and dodged, used the ceiling and the highest points in the room, kicked and slapped the sticks into the man’s face.
A few minutes later, and the man was standing still, one of the sticks shoved into his neck. Jason smirked as he watched the man fall forward, pushing the stick the rest of the way through his neck. Jason reached down and pulled the stick out and twirled it before facing the last three. But none of them moved. The man who had first spoken to Jason smiled wider and clapped again.
“I must give you this friend, you are very talented. I’ve only ever seen a few people move like you do, and they are not on in my good graces. But you, I would like to offer you a job.” Jason blinked and tried to catch his breath. Was this man serious? He had just killed one of his personal team, and now the man was offering him a job? This guy was crazier than the Black Mask!
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I just killed…” Jason wasn’t able to finish the sentence as he felt something sharp and rough against his neck. He tilted his head back, felt his head spin, and took a deep breath. The man he had killed was leaning into his back with one of those claws pressed to his throat.
“As you see, Wolverine is not so easy to kill. So, how about it?” Jason looked back at the man and frowned.
“I don’t even know who I would be working for.” The man seemed taken aback by that, but fixed his features in a second. He smiled again at Jason and held out a hand.
“Norman Osborn, but you can call me boss.” Jason knew as he shook the man’s hand, that he was going to regret this.