Teen Titans Go! #4
robin gets frozen ,some wacky shenanigans ensue, long story short when he wakes up the titans try to trick him in2 thinking that it’s the future , “the future” being the new 52 which raven says is “completley unbelievable” , god fucking bless this show and it’s spinoff comic
"Awesome! I’m gonna get a Great Frog tattoo on my arm, a cat on my back and an arrow on my hand!"
"Just don’t ever get some dude’s name put on you. You’re your own person, and you’re going to be your own lady. Don’t need no boy to drag you down, right?"
Everyone might have thought Roy Harper an idiot, but he was smart enough to know that when security is hunting you, you don’t call out to your buddy. He saw the projection from a nearby Roybot onto the wall of the office.
The bots were the least of the agents’ concerns, and every single Federale in the joint seemed to be converging on where he’d sent the bots. They were all bound for the central server room from which everything was controlled.
He was pleased to see on another projection that the RoyBots weren’t killing anyone. They were just neutralizing targets. And though time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, outside things were happening fast.
If he couldn’t get to the evidence storage before the National Guard showed up, he was fucked.
So Roy did what he did best. He improvised, running out into the hallway and executing a front roll, coming up and firing blunt-tipped arrows that shot out webbing on impact. The Feebs were all tangled up in the latest goo which he’d invented by accident and he ran on with a battle cry similar to the one he’d seen Han Solo let out in the original Star Wars movie.
From a pocket in his red pants, he pulled out a wad of C4 and attached it to the locking mechanism on the door to evidence lockup. He attached a detonator and took cover in a nearby recessed doorway just as the hatch blew wide open.
All pretense of staying quiet was out the window, so he summoned the nearest RoyBot and spoke into the lens. “Hey, Jaybird, I’m in evidence control. Gonna need someone to help me plant the bang bang. Central core. The bot’ll show you how to get to me.”
And then he ran inside evidence lockup to search for the device amidst the many boxes.
Oh god, the noise. Were those bangs? What was Roy Harper doing? Jason almost groaned as he slinked further into the compound. So a quick hunt for Crux and Roy Harper lead him to a Federales compound where he was stuck, armed and dangerous, with someone who had broken into the compound for…god knows what Roy was doing here.
"Big bang?" he repeated as he continued to rush around the struggling feds, kicking a gun or two away. "Arsenal…what are you doing here? I thought you’d be going after the guy that just got out." Roy wasn’t stupid, he knew that. Sure, Darwin’s law applied and while the world kept making better idiots, Roy was smart and had a good head on his shoulders. He was just a very different kind of person than what Jason was used to working with. Hell, what probably a lot of people were used to working with.
He followed the Roybots all the while. “So tell me, did you have a plan on how to get out of here without getting arrested by the Feds?” he asked. If not…oh boy, Jason was going to be doing some serious thinking right about now.
Roy ran around the evidence vault looking for the key device. It was there. He’d seen the surveillance photos from Oracle which proved it was so. The damn thing was here. He just needed to figure it out.
Towards the rear of the warehouse, he ran into two armed guards he fired knockout-gas arrows at. They were designed to fly a certain distance then create a cloud of sedative dust which, when inhaled, would put the victim to sleep.
They fell firing only a single shot that took out a potted plant on a desk behind him. “Sorry, green guy,” he said apologetically to the plant and ran back to where a large metal enclosure was covered in symbols he didn’t understand. There was some English on it, too; something about classified above top secret.
"Pfft. I’ll show ya my clearance," he said and knocked on the door to the container. It seemed to be plain ordinary aluminum.
Behind him, his partner in crime showed up behind a swarm of Roybots. “Hey, Jaybird, good of you to join the party. I think that thing that guy used on Kori ‘s in here. You wanna help me blow it to bits? Then we can nail that weirdass dude and collect $200 while he goes directly to jail.”
"You watch my back, I’ll plant the boom," he said, running off towards the door which was remarkably easy to kick in.
You know, Anon, now that I have a more or less exclusive relationship, I kind of don’t think of that stuff anymore. I mean, sure, maybe when I was younger I dreamed of banging Wonder Woman, or getting triple teamed by Troia, Raven, and Argent, but not anymore.
'Cause that's just rude. And it kind of reduces the ladies to…I'm not even gonna say it, because it's not nice. I wouldn't want anyone ever to treat my baby girl like some sex object, so I try not to think of ladies like that.
Besides, why do I have to think about orgies when I have, literally, the hottest woman on Earth to come home to? Doesn’t get any better than a woman who leaves burn marks when you really make her hot?
"Um, sure. But not for a while. Tats are forever and there are a few I wish I didn’t have. Maybe when you’re, like, sixteen?"
Jason, quick to his friends’ sides. Look at those little worried eyebrows~
aries - slim jim
taurus - manure
gemini - fakeness
cancer - tears
leo - hairspray
virgo - flowers
libra - low IQs
scorpio - cum
sagittarius - blood
capricorn - gravel
aquarius - febreeze
pisces - anchovies
RED HOOD AND THE OUTLAWS #31
Written by WIL PFEIFER
Art by RAFA SANDOVAL and PAUL NEARY
Cover by PHILIP TAN and NORM RAPMUND
On sale MAY 21 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T
The Outlaws come face to face with the bounty hunter calling himself Lobo, but no one’s who they appear to be as Red Hood and Starfire endeavor to save Arsenal from the Main Man.