Rose Wilson, the Ravager

Nn?

The incident with the alien hunter wasn't finished yet. Rose had to get outside help, and she did, just with the promise of help with another alien invasion. How the hell her life began to revolve around extra-terrestrials, she'd never know, but Rose doesn't really care at the moment.

Right now, she and the Spartan, Grif, had a Plan. It was stupid, it was retarded, and it could just work. Provided something happened before she got bored of just running around on rooftops. "...Are you sure I couldn't just wait for him to target something else, then move to kick his ass? Because I've been doing this for at least twenty minutes now."

...Patience has never been her strong point.

The main problem with contacting Bats in Gotham was that they were always so busy. It wasn't a peaceful city in any universe Rose had been in, and this one didn't appear to be any different. There were some things that surprised her, though. Such as Batman and Robin leaving the city. She hadn't believed that would ever happen, but if the Bat died like in Tim's universe... Maybe it wasn't so odd.

She'd check out Wayne Manor later.

For now, Rose wandered the streets aimlessly, never quite fitting in with the crowds, despite her efforts to do so. It may have been the fact that she was practically an Amazon. It may have been the white hair. Or maybe it was the purpleeggplant trench coat and clothing. But actually not fitting in worked for her, since the entire point was to be noticed by a certain someone. And this would catch Batgirl's attention in a much more positive way than pounding some skell's head in.

Though she might just do it anyway, if that pair didn't stop trailing her in the most obvious We're invisible, she'll never notice her wallet missing kind of way.

That... Was wonderful.

I'll have to return later for a trophy, though I'm not sure she'd have anything of value.

Edit: I need sleep first. How do I keep mispelling these things?

There is a time in every girl's life when she must face everything that she is, and defeat herself in order to become the perfect warrior. Rose's father said something to that effect, though the Ravager doubted that he meant it so literally. Besides, this other Rose was hardly her.

Which... Was probably why Rose was crouching next to the window above the swimming pool, glaring down at her alternate. The alternate... Was swimming. Of course. What else would you do in a pool alone? Her lips twisted into an unpleasant snarl, and she reached back to grab at the shotgun slung on her back.

Disabling the security... Hadn't been easy. But that's what expendable Slade bots were for. And her partner for this trip. Though, admittedly, he wasn't quite as expendable. Rose glanced up at 'Hunter' and held up her hand. "No jokes. And the first comment I hear about me fighting my alt in a swimsuit, you can wait for the beatings."

That sucked. But I'm cool, they're blaming the mysterious attacker for his death.

Totally gonna have bruised ribs for a day or two, though. Damn. What the hell was that?

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You use a Greatsword.

Do the words Zweihander or Flamberge mean anything to you? You prefer a Greatsword, a massive, heavy blade frequently strong enough to cut down the rides of mounted warriors. Though slow, the impressive length and heft of a greatsword makes it capable even of breaking through armor. Your enemies will run from the deadly arcs of your blade as you bear down on them.

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Much more portable than that fucking fifty cal. What the hell was I thinking?

((Ho shit, son! Looks like there's an invisible fairy passing out paid accounts. Thankee!))

Answering redlyreflecting's challenge for Rose. Five boots she tried and rejected.

1. The fuzzy boots. Oh, sure. They were comfortable and looked neat, but they were practically walking feather dusters. Absolutely impossible to keep dry and clean. Besides, they were totally 1980s. (That, and dogs kept confusing them for other dogs.)

2. The hip boots just weren't hip. She gave them their chance, but decided that the skulls were simply too much. And they were a bitch to get on and off. (Orange variation)

3. Army boots. They're just too dull, really.

4. German Officer Boots. Same reason as above.

5. Cowgirl boots. They looked shiny, but they were a bitch to run in and really got uncomfortable. Besides, she couldn't figure out how to get the spurs to make noise one moment and shut up the next, like in those Clint Eastwood movies.

It was with much consideration and after much trial and error that Rose picked the disco boots. Steel-toed, floppy, capable of hiding small pistols and knives, and woven with aramid fibers to protect against mines and small arms fire, they're the perfect boots for the young super soldier who wants function to go with style. As long as you don't mind being mocked for copying your father's boots from the 80s.

If I have to eat another can of peaches, I'm going to beat the old man to death with it.

That is all.

New Robin in the Nexus. This one's kinda cute when we're crushing his arguments. Orange and black are totally not his colors, though. He's really not that bright though. Thinks I'm crazy.

Wonder what Slade's going to do with him...

Your results:
You are Supergirl

Supergirl 65% Wonder Woman 65% Robin 60% The Flash 60% Green Lantern 60% Catwoman 60% Batman 55% Hulk 55% Iron Man 50% Spider-Man 35% Superman 20%

Lean, muscular and feminine. Honest and a defender of the innocent.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...


WHAT?

Daddy's still driving in full costume. I think he may have issues.

Still won't let me drive.

Still humming.

I think I may need to shoot myself.

Things change. Rose didn't like that. She was happy in Jump City, clashing with the Titans, trying to get them to pay for what they'd done. They had been winning in nearly every fight they'd had. One loss, but that had been due to outside forces.

The Titans were shattered. Broken. Their focal point was off in China, doing whatever the hell it was he did when he was up there. Probably training with the True Master. The idiot. Raven was out spouting some pacifistic bull and living in Azarath. Cyborg was off somewhere, being himself. Beast Boy and Terra were the only ones really staying behind. She'd heard that Starfire had returned, but Starfire wasn't one of her main targets.

So why were they leaving? That was the question. Slade had ordered her to pack, and the robots were dismantling the base. She'd packed most of her belongings, not that there were many, but had stopped after that. She needed answers, and now was as good a time as any to get them.

Rose pushes her way through robots carrying delicate equipment and heads toward the command center. If she knew her father, he'd be there.

He's back.

Mini-Superman is going to be a corpse when I see him again. If he's not smart enough to stay away.

Robin? Robin will regret everything once Daddy's back and we've hung the Titans from street lamps. I don't care if Slade sees some sort of potential in him, no one makes fun of me like that.

Heh, looking forward to revenge.

Slade wasn't dead. Imprisoned in another dimension, yes. Dead? No. That was the mistake that the Titans had made.

The Ravager stared at the computer monitors, running through the recordings of that day for the thirty-fifth time. On three other screens, she has files up and scrolling. Various devices being built in STAR Labs, Wayne Technologies, and LexCorp, all totally useless for what she wanted to do. There were a few possibilities, but she wasn't exactly spending enough time on this to put them together in her head.

Wintergreen was out in the field, causing confusion for anyone trying to track her down. He was good at that.

She slouched in her father's chair, steepling her fingers. It wasn't something she'd do normally, but in this chair, staring at those monitors like Slade had done so many times? One couldn't help but do it. It was like some sort of magical compulsion.

She froze, then leaned forward. "Computer, stop all scans of technological industries. Bring up all magic users of Mumbo Jumbo's class or higher, their known spells, power limits, and last known locations."

Slowly, the computer compiled a list. Mumbo Jumbo, located in Jump City. Talia, hiding with the DEO. The Phantom Stranger, location unknown. Jinx, last seen in the Nexus. Zatanna, located in Gotham. Jason Blood, last seen in...