NOT BRUCE WAYNE

At this moment in time 5 is being allowed to live in the real world because of orders from someone high up in the chain of command. They’re under the false belief that they’re free and have no idea that they can be called back into action at any time.

5′s original purpose was to serve as the Court’s replacement for Bruce while he was taken off to Ra’s. Eventually they planned to stage a death and then place 5 ‘under ice’ with the rest of their collection of immortal Talons who would be revived for certain tasks when needed. 

Gamora was glad to have found a kinder spirit within the other. She hardly minded crowds just so long as she could keep her wits about her. Living her life always on edge and being the weapon Thano’s made left little room for having fun and relaxing with friends.  “ They are very unnecessary are cause things to go unseen”

She looked back at the young kid tilting her head “My name is Gamora what is yours?” She said as she stood up to walk over to the tent they’d picked out. “ If it is too busy we can always climb the trees and hide out there. It gives a good vantage point should we need to fight or anything”

Five was already nodding in approval when she spoke of suitable places to be should a fight occur. Not enough people walked into scenarios expecting violence and Five thought that was a huge, glaring flaw in most people. “I prefer to be higher up too, trees, buildings: anything than offers me the chance to detect dangers quicker works for me”

It was nice talking to this woman, her speech patterns and mind set seemed to mirror their own.

Jerome erupted into MANIACAL laughter the moment he was threatened. Oh, he did love ‘em FEISTY! “Now now! Didn’t your mother ever teach you to play nicely?” he asked, chuckling between words. He was so glad that he’d decided to pay Haley’s a visit, because this night already had so much potential. The FUN he was going to have would be seen by all, and if they didn’t join in with his laughter, he’d make them.

He removed one hand from the boy’s shoulders, but kept the other firmly in place. “I took one hand off, because I’m all about compromise,” he said with a wild grin. Jerome didn’t understand where the hostility was coming from, but he sure did LOVE it. This pipsqueak was now his personal challenge. By the end of the night, they were going to be great FRIENDS. “Wanna share a hotdog with me? I’ll even let ya have the first bite.”

At the uproarious laughter Five tilted their head away, cringing at the unnecessarily loud sound right close to their ear. Everything about this person was ridiculous and the complete opposite of Jeremiah. His twin had traits Five didn’t like but it seemed Jerome had far more that the clone found unfavorable- the most pressing being personal space and volume control.

“Remarkable” Five managed, and then tried to imagine what it would be like to kill this man right then and there. With so many witnesses and innocent civilians Five knew it was a bad idea, they were already wanted for murders across the country and it would do no good to out themself like this. However, just because they couldn’t take him out didn’t mean they could let him out of their sight.

Jeremiah was enjoying an outing with a... friend that he’d refused to name to Five. If Jerome was here with Five then he was leaving his twin alone and that was Five’s priority.

Five would just have to stay with this insufferable copy of Jeremiah until they were sure their friend was safe from him.

With a sharp exhale through their nose, Five gave a thin, false smile.

Gamora looked at the kid taking his almost older than most image, they didn’t act like a normal child around there age but she found him interesting anyhow. “ I am not used to these many people be around my person, It makes me a bit uncomfortable at times,” she answered before turning to look at the other glad he didn’t seem to comment on her green skin after a while the shock and question would grow tiring. “ I don’t really know outside of eating and possibility look within some of the tents maybe there is an act to be witnessed?” she offered.

Five nodded in agreement, understanding her completely.

“I am the same, I am far more accustomed to a maximum of ten people around my person at any one time. Crowds are unnecessary. Usually this area of the city is far less congested” They wrinkled their nose.

The thought of attending one of the performances with this woman instantly struck Five as something they would rather not do. All they wanted was to track their loved ones and avoid as many Humans as possible: but this woman clearly wasn’t Human, and their loved ones were doing fine... so in truth Five had no logical reason to refuse.

He skipped into the circus, because entering any other way would have just been BORING. Memories of his childhood flashed vividly in his mind as he looked around. Not much had changed since he’d last seen this place. He almost felt like a teenager again, preparing to murder his darling mother. Oh, the GOOD DAYS!

“Say, you look like you know your way around a circus,” he said, creeping up behind someone and putting his hands on their shoulders, making sure to squeeze firmly. “Wanna come and have a little fun with ol’ Jerome?” He didn’t care if the person said no, because he ALWAYS got what he wanted. “HAHAHA! Why am I even asking? Of course you do. Everybody does.”

Five’s instinct was to break the stranger’s hand, to crush it for daring to touch them, but when they turned to see who it was they froze: taken off guard by the stranger’s scarred yet undeniable similarity to Jeremiah.

It didn’t take a genius to realise this was the brother the clone’s friend often eluded to with a pinch of his brow and a hand twitching to the bourbon. Five’s conclusion was only then confirmed when the stranger said his name.

Jerome.

Team “Property of Hugo Strange”

Faline had never been to a carnival before, or a circus for that matter. To say the least, she and her big brother had lived a very sheltered and very hard life, full of experimentation and pain distributed by the people who were supposed to love them most. Now, they were free and had the freedom to do whatever they want. Faline walked down the street, dark eyes alight in wonder as she took in all the bright lights and pops of color and music and laughter… and she was so enamored with it all that she ran right into someone. Faline snapped out of her dreamy state, taking a quick step back and looking up at the other apologetically. “I’m so sorry! I was distracted by… well, by everything.” She admitted with a sheepish expression.

Five felt someone bump into them, again, only this time the stranger attempted to apologise. That in itself surprised the clone and they slowly turned around to face her with a blank expression on their face.

Whoever she was, she wasn’t native. That Five knew purely by the virtue of her trying to be a nice person.

Briefly the clone considered carrying on their way and not bothering to comment, but in the back of their mind they were reminded of Mama kindly asking them to at least try to make new friends. The clone let out a small sigh.

He seemed to have lost the one person in the world who he couldn’t stand the idea of losing. Again. Ecco was nowhere to be found, but knowing her she was probably looking for him since they had been separated. Where would she look for him? She didn’t know the circus as well as he did and Jeremiah doubted she knew which one used to be his mother’s tent. He took out his phone but when it wouldn’t light up, he realized that it had died. “…Damn.” He whispered to himself. There was a charger in the car right? He’d go back to the car. That’s what he’d do.

He turned far too quickly and in that one swift move had managed to bump head on right into someone. The impact nearly taking his breath away. “My apologies, I haven’t meant to hit you.” He gasped out.

Five would never admit to anyone that they followed those few people in their bubble of care but it was the truth. Mama as of late was doing fine, perfectly able to care for herself as only the superior clones were capable of, but Jeremiah on the other hand was only Human and from 514A’s observations: filled with buckets of issues requiring close monitoring.

Usually they were content to watch from afar given the return of Jeremiah’s vigil Ecco, a woman Five wholeheartedly approved of, but it didn’t escape their notice that the pair had been separated and Jeremiah was growing distressed. After abandoning the facade of a young man enjoying the circus Five weaved up closer to Jeremiah, about to call out and make themselves known when the man turned around.

Five’s hands snapped out to level any stumbling and stared at Jeremiah with a heavy scowl. “Why are you not with Ecco?”