70/A Post-Rescue Burger!

A Post-Rescue Burger!
Date of Scene:	18 April 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Red Hood, 82

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Red Hood has posed:
    After the incident at the docks, the group somewhat scatters. Some of the heroes take a lot of the kidnapees off, while a few go with Jason to Big Belly Burger. This is Melter, and a few of the kids who were really hungry, and dug his look. They pile into a 1967 Mustang hardtop (Painted a very deep red which is almost black), and the kids all pile in the backseat, while Melter ends up in the passenger seat. Jason makes it very obvious that nobody should touch the switches on the dashboard.

    As he drives along he takes his helmet off and sets it aside. This leaves his handsome face with shaggy black hair, stubble and a red domino mask. He is also obviously, like, nineteen. "Figure we'll hit the drive-thru and eat in the car. Sound cool?"

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter stares at the young man in the driver's seat for a bit. "Ah. Yeah. Sounds cool," he says, trying to stretch his legs out and appear like he does this every day. He seriously contemplates touching one of the switches, and eventually puts his hands in his jacket pockets. He looks at the Hood once more, and then his stomach grumbles once more. He glances back at the kids in the back, back to the Hood, then puts eyes front.

Red Hood has posed:
    The kids in the back seat end up either zoning out, talking quietly, or falling asleep. They've had a rough day, afterall. "I think I missed your name when I was busy pulling Bats out of the water back there. I'm Red Hood." The name is infamous in Gotham. Supposedly he is a dangerous and psychotic criminal, who a year and a half ago was wreaking bloody havoc through the underworld and taking over gangs. Six months back he dropped out of the limelight.

    "I stole a bunch of cash off those racists back there. They're buying dinner," he offers with a lopsided grin as he drives along casually, as if all hell was not recently let loose.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter still has some blood splashed on his jacket and probably a few dots and streaks on his face. He can't help but smile back. "Well. Good. They deserve it," he says. His smile suddenly falls. "Melter," he finally says. He's quiet for a bit, then: "I.. thought Batman would be arresting you. Or something. There would be punching, at least. Did I miss a meeting or something?"

Red Hood has posed:
    "It's complicated," he offers after a few minutes. "And...there was punching when he finally tracked me down last year. It was rough." He chuckles and shrugs as he pulls up in the line for the drive-thru at Big Belly Burger. "I was going through some crap at the time, and...well, I guess I still am. But I'm not blowing heads off, anymore. I still do a bit more violence then Bats is cool with, but...he generally lets me do my thing, now. We go way back, you see."

Melter (82) has posed:
"Huh," is all the teen can manage, as the burger sign comes into view. "Huh. So.. cool. He seems pretty intense." He rubs his mouth, looks at Hood again. Opens his mouth, closes it. As they get in the line, he cranes his neck at the menu, his mouth open slightly.

Red Hood has posed:
    "Kids, wake up." The children stir in the back, and Jason fishes out the cash and pays for whatever they order. He orders a bacon cheeseburge, fries and a soda for himself. The server hesitates once she gets a look in the car, but Jason spends a moment flirting with her and everything seems to work out. He even gets a phone number before pulling ahead. He parks in the lot and begins passing out the food.

    "Intensity is what he does best. So, Mutant?," he asks curiously. "I'm guessing since the idiots back there kidnapped you."

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter already has half a burger crammed into his mouth, and he has several seconds of chewing before he can even make himself understood. "I suppose. They'd know, the fuckers," he growls.

Red Hood has posed:
He nods a bit to that and glances back to make sure the kids are all pigging out. "Alright, kids. I'm gonna get you home, okay? Later. I got a place and we'll all crash there tonight, since it's like...one in the morning. When we get up I'll make sure everyone gets a good breakfast and I'll find a place for you. If you're orphans we'll figure it out, okay?"

He works on his own food as he glances over at Melter again. "Never got why folks have issues with Mutants. They love Superman, they hate you. You both have powers. I think it's because one species fears being pushed out from evolution and all that crap. Honestly, I feel sorry for Mutants. You guys are inheriting a shithole." He chuckles and sips his soda.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter has some issues, apparently, but food seems to pave over those problems for now. He eats, wipes his mouth, starts on his second burger. Every drop of mayo, every crump of stray lettuce, nothing escapes him. "Yeah. Having powers doesn't make us not be assholes to each other just like humans," he says. He looks back over the kids, then concentrates on his fries for now. "So, the orphans," he continues on more quietly, "What do you do for them?"

Red Hood has posed:
"No clue, really. I was an orphan, and I lived on the streets for good while before I got taken in. I don't want that for others. If they end up not having a place to go I know some people. Different families who could look out for them. Take them in. None are rich, but...they're good people. Salt of the earth." He brushes his fingers back through his dark hair before glancing over. "What about you?

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter shakes his head. "Same thing, except never found anyone to take me in," he says. "Kinda late for that, now; I turn 17 like in a few days." He rubs the mayo from his stubbled chin and licks his fingers. Then he picks at the paper for any stray bits he's left before starting in on the onion rings.

Red Hood has posed:
Red Hood shakes his head. "Eh, it's never too late for much of anything. Life is full of new chances if you know where to look. I fount that out the hard way." He finishes his burger and then takes his fries and passes them over to Melter after taking only a couple. "So, you melt shit? Is that your power?," the Hood asks curiously.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter looks grateful and begins to eat some more. "Yep. 'Melter' pretty much says it all. Things melt. And kinda stay that way."

Red Hood has posed:
He considers that and nods. "Interesting. Like...at range? Only what you touch?" He glances back to check on the kids, and then turns back. He watches Melter curiously as he picks up his soda and takes a sip.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter is quiet for a bit, eating his fries, licking the salt and grease from his fingers like he hasn't eaten for a week. "Yeah. I have to see it. Maybe.. fifty, sixty feet? I've never really tried to measure it." He shrugs. "Closer than that and sploosh."

Red Hood has posed:
He nods to that as he takes that information in. "...Cool." He leans back in his seat and peers out the window at the post-midnight Gotham City. A siren blares somewhere in the distance. "The place we're staying tonight? It's an abandoned subway station. It isn't much yet but I plan on fixing that over time. Putting in an armory. Computer center. Bunks. Rec area. Make it a real home. My own little Batcave. Well...our. Currently it's myself and this chick named the Black Cat. She's this sexy professional theme from New York. I'm eyeing a few others, too. Miscreants. People who don't quite fit elsewhere but need a family and the push to make the world a better place...one brutalized drug dealer at a time." He sips his soda. "We could use a dude who melts shit."

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter snaps his fingers. "Holy shit, I know someone who does that," he says, almost too snappily, then has the decentcy to blush a little. Criminals, both. At least one multiple murderer. Shit, I'll fit right in. He casually wipes his mouth again. "So, like, a base. Sweet. I've never been with people with a base, before. The Young Avengers mainly just stayed at one dude's house."

Red Hood has posed:
Red Hood chuckles. "Well, it will BE a base. We don't have Avengers funding. I got a whole bunch of old arcade cabinets in an auction, though. So...we'll have Bad Dudes? Same thing, right?" He smirks and glances back at the now snoozing, tuckered out kids. "So you want in, then? We're going to fight crime and shit. Beat up Watchdogs and drug dealers and supervillains. We won't kill...but we might maim, you know? And we have no issue breaking the law while doing so. Outlaws. That's the name I'm going with."

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter snorts. "The /Young/ Avengers don't have Avengers funding, either." He looks wistful, for a moment, kind of wondering what some of them might be doing right now. Then he nods. "Shit yeah I want in," he says. He licks his lips and looks at his booted feet over the 'no killing' thing. He reaches for the door handle, keeps his hand on it, then lets go. "I.. um, sometimes.. um.. can't.. really control myself. My power," he says, through gritted teeth.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason nods after a moment of considering that. "Well, we're gonna work on that, then. I don't have powers or anything, but...I can help somehow. We'll get you more control. Find a way to get you working right."

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter turns so he can wipe at his eyes, once, and knuckles them to make sure he's not going to cry like a little kid. He bites his tongue, hard enough to bring blood into his mouth. Then he coughs, and nods. "Sure thing, Boss," he says. "I mean, I fuck up, there's no coming back from it. You need to know that."

Red Hood has posed:
"Eh, people come back to life all the time," he grunts. He then starts up the Mustang with a rumble. "Not that that give cart blanche to kill folks." He pulls out of the parking lot and begins to drive. "Anyways, you'll love this place...."