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the-hitgirl:

mercury-the-element-of-madness:

“In the flesh.” He patted his chest with a fist.

“Proud of yourself much?” She shook her head. Mindy smiled up at him and shrugged her shoulders. “So what do you do? You a hero too?”

“It’s my thing.” He shrugged. “What I do? I consider myself treading on the bar of hero and revolutionary.”

mercury-the-element-of-madness:

hahahaahah

happy munday bitches

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the-hitgirl:

mercury-the-element-of-madness:

“Essentially, yeah.” He chuckled. “No problem. You said you were the Hit-girl, right?”

“That’d be me. You said you were Mercury?” she smiled.

“In the flesh.” He patted his chest with a fist.

gravityismyrival:

mercury-the-element-of-madness:

Mercury threw his head back, sighing in exasperation. “Jason Todd. Red Hood. Damian Wayne. Robin. Despite you and your families reputation of not killing blood shed seems to be your specialty  especially when your not looking.” he shot back immediately. 

Shades of green darkened as he narrowed his eyes, loathing her words as they were spewed out her face. Despite lacking in knowledge of who the blonde behind the thin black mask enveloping her eyes was, jumping to conclusions he could figure out who, with the mask, she’ll become, and who behind the mask she was. “I’m no bad guy. The lines are thick. You have Catwoman, who steals and claws, but is she evil? Or Harley Quinn? She’s madly in love with the mad man, and has done atrocious things. Even your precious Batgirl has, after swearing not to kill. The world isn’t black and white. I kill because I have to. I give an option. I don’t kill every low life I see. I’m a telepath. I grow. I learn. They cannot grow, but they can learn. Those who cannot are evolutionary unfit. Therefore there is no use for them.”

    Once more, an eyebrow is raised, blatantly confused by what he was saying. ”Who? I’m not familiar with these people and considering I just introduced myself to you as Robin and I know for a fact I have never commit murder - I think you may have some crossed wires there. Check your sources.” It annoyed her to great lengths that he tried to sit and tell her about her own affiliation, about the people she considered friends and family - even if he appeared to be spouting off random names at this point. 

    She huffed in exasperation. “The lines are not thin. Some people thing to straddle the lines, but they’re really not.” Was he really comparing murder to stealing? “Yes, Harley Quinn is evil. She belongs in Arkham for the rest of her life. She has murdered for selfish, disgusting reasons. Catwoman isn’t as bad because she doesn’t kill, but she’s still just as much of a criminal.” She plants her hands on her hips. “The world is very black and white. You’re either bad or you’re not. There’s no ‘I do bad things because I’m just that good of a person.’ No. That’s not how life works.” She snorted. “You’re a poor telepath if you think your information so far has been accurate. Especially if you think Batgirl has ever commit murder.” At least she hopes Babs would never do such a thing. 

“It’s funny how you think this is my first encounter with a Robin.” In a dramatic tone, he put the back of his hand to his forehead and let out a melancholy sigh, as if to say woes me. “I’ve met about,” he counted it off on gloved digits as he rattled off some mental list. “The happy one, the angry one, the short one, the smart one… you,” a short pause paused, as he was also thinking about the different versions of the Robins as well. “Four. I think.” That was a lie, there were much more but neither of them really cared, he could tell that much. 

Her naivety, or so he thought it was, was wearing down on his patience. To think that someone in her line of work could see the world so black and white. As black and white. The skeletons in his closet were greater then he let on or greater then the girl bearing her mantel as the red bellied bird accompanying the dark cowled bat would ever know. “No. You’re wrong. Extremely, 110 percent, absolutely, positively, upright, downright, wrong!” as his temper rose, a nearby window shattered. “Wrong. You’ll see. You will, obviously you’re clouded by the shadows of your mentors past because you’re obviously wrong.” his temples began to pound as his powers went mishap, letting things around him shake as he tried to get his headache under control. Green hues darkened and narrowed as the drumming in his ears stopped, but he crossed his arms and huffed. Finally, his eyes softened. “I’m sorry. That was a tad over reaction.” as if that would compensate for the person’s window. 

“I’m a good telepath.” 

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cleavageandclaws:

mercury-the-element-of-madness:

 

“It’s the Mercury symbol.” Her thoughts were fairly loud although to be honest he did peak into her mind a bit. Whenever he revealed the symbol so elegantly burned into his arm he did have to hear whether the person knew who they were dealing with. The cat did not.
“Well I suppose that would be the lesser of all evils.” Despite the other’s thoughts as to if he knew more then he was letting on— he usually did. The spider costume idea came from a movie with Tobey McGuire in which he does open his shirt to reveal a spider symbol. “Spiders are arachnids. Not bugs.”

“Oh, bother.” She’d heard that arachnid line at least a few thousand times in her lifetime. “I’d rather not talk about spiders, arachnids, or bugs, if you don’t mind.” That was a sour subject, even if they were simple talking about actual spiders. “So, Mercury? If you’re about to tell me you’re from the planet mercury, I’m about to call you liar. That, or you’re the first alien I’ve ever seen that isn’t ugly with a tentacle nest for a mouth.”

A brow perked up when the woman began to speak again. “Fair enough.” A hand raised, and just as much dismissed the topic by waving it around in the air. After, he tapped his temple with the same hand lightly. “I’m glad to know I’m not an ugly alien then. There are three sides to Mercury. The planet.” he perked up a finger to count ‘one’, “The god.” a second gloved finger went up. “And the element.” he clicked his tongue and made all three fingers point to him. “I’m the element.”

teenlantern:

mercury-the-element-of-madness started following you

Uh, excuse me? [The teen clutched her binder with one hand, mainly just to cover her ring.] Er—would you happen to know where Gotham academy is from here?

Yorick, now demasked with all his facial scars and bandages showing, stopped fiddling through a book he wasn’t really reading when he heard a girl’s voice. “No.” He said simply, although it’d be quite easy to find out. “It’s somewhere not to far.”