Batman real life rpg sign-up thread [Archive]

Nietzsche

01-09-2006, 08:36 AM

I'll begin.

I'm Rupert Thorne. How would I describe myself? Big-shot. That about sums it all up. I'm the mayor of Gotham City. But I'm more that. I don't run office, I run everything- the police and the crime itself. I deal more drugs than the people I put behind bars and make more money than the people who can afford me to get them out from behind those bars. I'm the most powerful man in this city and nothing will change that. Have to say though that recently things have been harder to manage. Crime has been on the rise recently. There's been a lot of particularly grissly murders involving some nut who leavse playing cards with his victims. Now, I have friends on both sides of the law but there are some people that ain't no use even to me. For instance, take Comissioner Gordon. He really makes my blood boil. He's always trying to screw up my operations in this town. Take last month- he and his boys apprehanded a ship full of cocaine. That would have made me a lot of money. Still, sometimes you have let people like him win, otherwise things look too suspicious. I don't think he knows just how much I do in this city.

Anyway, I'm fine for money right now. Matter of fact at this very moment I'm sat in my new office I just paid for. A man needs a nice place to work. I'm in the hot tub right now. Feels good. Not the water- the broad I got in here with me. My secretary. I like to work 'em hard. I might fire her later.
Hmmmmmm, I'll put on the news and see if everythings ok. What the hell?

A would-be-superhero has been spotted in various locations of Gotham city. A woman went to police just yesterday and claimed the same man apprehended two men who had attacked her. The police got the woman to indentify the men as ones which were dropped off last night in mysterious circumstances. They were bound with wire and in a state of shock. The police have now begun a thorough investigation of the case. Comissionor Gordon stated that vigilantes only blur the line between the two sides of the law and will be considered criminals. The vigilante in question has been described as waering a dark costume rsembling a bat. While his intetnions may have been good it seems that this man might just have watched two many spider-man films. Police state that he should not be approached if seen. He is considered to be very dangerous.

What the hell? This is the first I've heard of this. Awww, it's probably just some nut who'll turn up dead in a couple of weeks...

droogiedroogie2

01-09-2006, 02:43 PM

I'm gonna be Charles Dotson, an average college dropout working at the bakery in Gotham Square.

I'm Charles Dotson, an average college dropout working at the bakery in Gotham Square. Which bakery, you ask? Well...um...you know, it's that one on the corner, right next to the headshop. I don't actually remember what it is...Wheatlands, or Cornfields or some stupid **** like that. I'm only working there so I can pay the rent and buy a dime every once in awhile, yeah?

So I'm just gonna go ahead and sell you a donut now.

Infinity9999x

01-09-2006, 03:15 PM

The wind rushes through my cape as I leap over the huge chasam between the two run down buildings on Gotham's west side. I land lightly on the roof, almost catlike, the way I was tought. I see the people in the streets hurry to where ever there going with their heads down, scared. No one should be scared of the city they live in. I can change that. I will be the change.
I've already gained publicity, the criminals are starting to whisper about me, which is good. But I can't have too much exposure, I must remain more then a man, I must be a source of fear. An urban legend come true. But I'll also have to try to win over Gordon. I can't have a man on the right side of the law chasing me, that's too many enemies. I need him as my ally.

I brush my thoughts away as I quietly land upon the building that is my destination. There's a small group inside,drug trafficers, but most of them work for the big name thugs, the ones that attend the mayors banquet parties. I have to be quick, one slip and it could be the end, just follow the training.

Taking a deap breath I grab hold of the edge of the roof and swing around through a window. The glass shatters and falls upon the unaware thugs like a soft rain. My Cape spreads out and slows my desecent as I fly towards them. There eyes widen in shock, they all hesitate, and it gives me all the time in the world.

I land amoung them, and attack before they can react, a monster amoung men. My cape obscures most of my body, and none of them get a good look at me before they hit the ground. One doesn't panic, he backs away, scared, but not stupid. I've taken too long, as I turn towards him he fires off a shot, it hits me hard in the side of the ribs and I go down.

Infinity9999x

01-09-2006, 03:29 PM

"what the hell is it?" the gunman asks the only other man still standing, a fat blading thug with a husk of cigar smoke about him.

"I don't know, some sort of bat thing, look at those goddamn wings"

It takes all I have not to smile as I lie on the ground playing possum. The bullet was stopped by my armor, but I made sure my costume doesn't look like armor. The bodysuit resembles and feels like a course skin, a course charcol grey skin, and the cape looks very much like real leathry bat wings.

"Wait, it has to be a guy, look at that thing on his chest, the big bat thing."

"looks more like a tatoo to me, you ever seen a suit like that? Cuz I know they sure as hell don't make halloween costumes that lifelike"

"So now monsters get tatoos?"

"Well maybe its like those hero guys they made a movie about, those mutant dudes. He could still be as smart as a human, just with powers and everything."

The smaller one raises his eyebrows at his friend as he gazes at me. I can tell he's curious, and soon he slowly walks towards me. I'm still covered by my cape and the shadows of the warehouse, he slowly bends down and toughes my arm, I can smell the sweat on him. I can almost smell the fear.

"good god, it feels like real skin."

My hand shoots out and grabs his wrist, whith a quick jerk I break the bone and he drops the gun with a shout.

"GOOD GOD, HELP ME, OH GOD" the thug yells, lifting him above my head I hurl him into his friend, they both hit the wall and crumple.

I walk over the two, staring down at them, the fat one is still awake. The lights behind me overcast me in shadow. The fat one shakes like a five year old who just saw a horror movie.

"Oh godohgodohgodohgod, p ppplease don't kill me, please, please"

I lean down to him, my eyes narrow. They appear to be glowing to the thug, I applied a special sort of protective contact. While they protect me, they also give my eyes a etheral white look about them, perfect for intimidation.

"tell your boss," I say in a voice more animal then man, "the batman has come."

R-Taco

01-09-2006, 04:12 PM

Note: I'm not going to bother with replacing letters so that it's something an actual Ventriloquist would say.

From inside my office, I sit in deep thought. The room is quiet, which is good, because I need it dat way. Ya see, my mind is workin’ hard on my next big job. The biggest one of da year. This one can’t afford no screw ups, so I’s is tryin’ to concentrate.

“Mr. Scarface, Sir?”

“Whadda ya want?!” I barked. It was my stupid ‘pal’, Wesker. The Dummy. He’s a Ventriloquist, ya see. Can say things without movin’ his lips, and so on. I dunno why I keep him around, all he does is get in da way. Anyways, so the Dummy says:

“Uh, sorry Sir, Mr. Scarface, Sir. It’s just that...”

“Jus’ what?”

“Well...”

I could tell the Dummy was gettin’ nervous. Somebody had done somethin’ wrong, and they’s was gonna pay for it.”

The mook kept goin’: “I’m sorry, Sir. You see... You know that ‘delivery’ you were supposed to get?”

“Yeah... What about it?” I already knew what he was probly gonna say, but I asked ‘im anyways.

“Well,” he mumbled, “...It was...intercepted.”

“WHAT?!” I shouted, “By who?!”

“According to the trafficers, it was a...‘Bat-Man’”

This guy musta been watchin’ a few too many B-Movies. Either that, or he was a dirty stinkin’ liar.

Infinity9999x

01-09-2006, 04:38 PM

My ribs ache as I ease myself into the chair infront of my computer in the cave. I have to be more careful, can't rely on my armor too much, it protects me from death but little else. Multiple rib brusing and some craking. I can't afford any more injuries like that, can't let them hinder me. But for now I can clear out the pain, pain is easy to deal with.

Scarface, was the name I was given by one of the trafficers. I've heard of him before, but I don't know much about him. Apparently, whoever he is, he likes his mobster movies. It's hard to find information on him, but from what I could gather from the thug's scared mutterings he was planning something big. I think he's one of the mayors men, but he might also have his own agenda.

From what I've heard on the street, barley anyone has seen him in person. He's going to be dangerous, but I have to find out what he's up too.

I lean closer to the monitor as I type on the keyboard. I've been trying trying to hack into some of the mayors personal files with limited success. He's applying some anti hacker program called E. Nygma, I don't know who made it, but whoever it was, they're a genius. I've never been up agains't anything so complicated, but I'll get through. I've broken some of it down already. The mayor is more open with his information then I would have expected. He only codes his talk about his big drug deals, and all but admits be associated with the smaller riffraff. Not surprising though, the way the city is, if anyone tried to bring him in, he'd be off in a day and the man responsible dead within the hour.

As I work at the program...my eyes waver, over to a file. The file on them. There is little information within it...for all my skills I still can't find him...the one. The one that made me. I don't know if I ever will, but I can't stop looking....it's like a monster inside me, a cut that never leaves. The source of my determination.

"How are you sir?" the voice of Alfred interrups my thoughts and I turn in my chair to see him standing behind me. He's been with me since the incident, and one of the few people I can call family.

"Fine Alfred," I respond quickly, "Just working."

"When aren't you?"

"It needs to be done."

"That is, if I'm not mistaken, the job of our local authorities."

I roll my eyes, we've had this talk before, too many times.

"Not in this city Alfred, there are few decent men left in any positions of power nowadays."

Alfred remains silent for a while, he knows he won't change my mind, but he always tries.

"Sir....this won't bring them back."

I stiffen immediatley, and turn slowly towards Alfred, "I know, but I can stop someone from enduring the pain I had I to."

"and still endure. I don't know if this is the healthiest outlet for you master Bruce, your parents would have wanted a normal life for you..."

"I can't discuss this now," I respond, sounding harsher then I mean too, "you know I won't change my mind."

Alfred nods stiffly, "I will get some of my medical supplies and attend to your injuries then," he replies shortly, glancing at my brusied ribs. I watch him walk back up the stairs to the house, and then I turn around and face the monitor again....searching.....

Batman911

01-09-2006, 08:54 PM

I turn off my television as I hear about this report of a rumored "Batman". I live in an apartment, small, and think about the batman. Im not sure if hes real or not right now, but I know for certain that I want to have that kind of reputation one day. Right now, Im just some guy named Dick Grayson, go by the codename of Nightwing. This Batman guy I'm hearing about combined with my friend Bruce inspired me to make a coustume. I think its pretty cool, and i made the costume inspired by those comic books. Anyway, I decided to go out and attempt to stop my first crime. All my previous crime was stopped on computer, you know, theft stuff. Well, I find out its not as easy as Superman makes it look to be in the comics. I am actually shot in the leg by a guy with a white face, it appeared to be a mask but my eye sight was blurry seeing as i havent adapted to my costume yet. He was laughing at me and it made me feel pathetic. It is raining right now, and I am lying here in the rain with a shot leg. I crawl to a pay phone nearby a gas station. I dial 911..........

Infinity9999x

01-09-2006, 09:34 PM

The rain keeps me alert as I contine my nightime vigil. It's been unusually quiet tonight, it seems the local crime life is lying low for once in Gotham's history. I leap into the air and grab a low hanging bar from a fire escape, my specially made gloves help me hold on to the slick metal, and I throw myself into the air with the grace of a trained arcrobat. My cape flows around my body, letting the air currents pass through it and give me loft, instead of weighing me down. It's an incredible piece of engineering. I had to have twelve seperate companies working on pieces of it before sending it to ten other companies that I own shares in, before it finally coming down to me. I have to make sure I'm untraceable.

A scream splits the air, I turn and glance down an alley in mid leap. My eye lenses come with built in night vision, and I see a woman cornered by a thug.

I pull out one of my relitvely untested gadgets. A grappling hook, with a specially powered mini moter that can pull up to 500lbs of weight. This cost me a pretty penny, but then, I have lots of those. It fires out and latches onto the side of a building above the thug.

I swing down towards the mugger, and realease a growl that would make the devil smile in approval. The mugger looks up, and lets out a scream that a child would be ashamed of. He tries to run, I release my catch from the grappling line and let my momentum carry me into the mugger. We both hit the ground hard, but the special shock absorbers I have around my joints take the brunt of the force. The thug is out cold.

I stand up slowly and shake my head a bit to clear it of the impact. I need to rethink the grappling hook design, it's going to be a hinderance to have to climb back up and get it down from the building side. I glance over at the woman, who seems more scared of me then the thug.

"Call the police, they'll take it from here," I growl. As I turn to retrieve my grappling hook I hear a gunshot, and a cackling laugh.

Infinity9999x

01-09-2006, 09:43 PM

I race through the alleyways, and as I turn a corner I see a man running off, laughin maniacly. It must be the lighting, but I swear his skin is bleach white. There's someone lying on the ground, fumbling with a payphone....he looks vagley familiar.

As I approach him a start of recognition runs through me, Dick! I don't know what he's doing out here...He looks faint and the blood is flowing freely from his leg, the paramedics won't reach him in time. I open up a pouch from my belt and rub on a special salve that clots wounds, and acts as a strongl antiboitic. I wrap his leg in some gause, that will have to do for now...I have to get him out of here.

Just as I'm heaving him up the sound of sirens reaches me, and a cop runs around the corner.

"Jesus christ..." he whispered...."F..FREEZE!"

Talk about bad timing, I think to myself. I can't leave Dick here in this getup, so I quickly remove a smoke grenade and hurl it to the ground. As the cop tries to get through the smoke, I pull out my grappling hook, luckily it holds a spare grappel (I really need to improve this design) I fire it off and it latches onto a building overhang, and whisks us up into the air.

boywonder13

01-09-2006, 11:50 PM

Names James Gordon. Lived in Gotham city my whole life and proud to say I am the first black police officer in the Gotham Police Department.

Many reports have been coming in all the time espeacially at time about this bat shaped creature. We have dubbed him "The Bat-Man". Spider-Man, Superman. A Comic-Book Geek most definetly. I wonder if he got his powers from a nuclear explosion or sometin. What could drive a man so hard that he dresses up and fights crime. (Origin please!)

Now I have to split my time working on Bat-Man and Rupert Thorne. Damn! I have been so close to nailing him. He's threatned not only me but my family as well. I can't fail them.As long as he doesnt touch them everything is ok.

Last night we almost caught the Batman in an alleyway where he seemed to have an accomplice. We better stop these "heroes" before more of them appear and hurt themselves.

droogiedroogie2

01-10-2006, 12:14 AM

On my way home from a crappy shift at the bakery, I drop off a baker's dozen of glazed donuts for some cop named Gordon. As I continue driving home, I see some wierd fccker in makeup with a gun. He doesn't look my way and I don't mess with him. It's not that crazy really. Like Greg Giraldo says, in a city this wierd you're only sort of surprised to see "a guy peeing on a guy masturbating." A disgruntled clown, who clearly has no beef with me, is not my problem, yeah? Neither is the caped freak that's following him. Seriously, dude, grappling hooks? Didn't those go out of style in like...I don't know, but I think they went out of style back in the day.

As soon as all the hubbub is out of the way I fire up a huge doob. After a day this stressful, a fella's just gotta.

boywonder13

01-10-2006, 01:18 AM

I sit in my office eating some glazed dounts in my car when my police radio startles me into alert.

"We have a Clown and "The Bat-Man" in pursuit. We need u down here Gordon"

They tell me to head to the Docks. As I start my engine I think. What the HELL. First The Bat-Man and some maniac Clown. This thing is getting more serious than I ever imagined.

These guys must be drug users proably got a few drugs from Thorne. Wait if I guy tie these guys in with Thorne I could maybe take him down.
Never reeally was into comics. Maybe these 2 cooks are hallucinating a comic.

No time to think, just drive.

Infinity9999x

01-10-2006, 03:26 PM

It's raining harder now, and lightning splits the sky as thunder rumbles around me. Goddamn cops, they spend more time trying to chase the wrong people then anything else. The kid is slowing me down, but I suppose I only have myself to blame for this, I remeber Dick mentioning how he thought the Batman had the right thing in mind. I never expected him to take matters into his own hands though. But then, there's not much we can do about it now.

I try to keep him moving as we race accross the rooftops, Dick tries to say something but I cut him off, we have to keep moving. The kid is tough, but he can't run on a bad leg too long, I have to find a place to drop him off, divert the cops away from us.

I hear the sirens of the police cars below us as they tail us from the street. This is just wonderfull. I have to think quick, I can't let them catch me or it will all have been for nothing. I can't let that happen. I won't.

I pull out the grappling hook, luckily I didn't loose the second grapple. It shoots out and latches onto a large stone church a few buildings down from us. Grabbing Dick, We sing over to the church and land between two of it's tall towers.

"The hosipital isn't that far away," I say as I open a small window on the tower next to us, "Climb down inside, no one will be in there, it's been vaccant for years. I'll lure the police away, then change out of your costume and get some help."

He looks like he wants to argue but he doesn't say anything and climbs inside. I give a silent thanks, and a sigh of relief. Another thing I was curious about, if my voice was diffrent enough to fool close friends. Dick didn't seem to be susupicious about anything.

I hear the sirens coming down the street leading towards the church...wonderfull, now I just have to throw them off Dick's trail. I fire my grappling hook again and wait for a moment. When the police car comes into veiw, I swing down towards it, the driver sees me and tries to swerve. My feet clip one of his lights and the colored class explodes with a tinkling crash. As I land on another building I hear the scream of tires as the cars pull a 180 to follow me. Well, at least that got there attention, no one stayed at the church.

I sprint and Leap off the edge of the building, and land hard on the roof of an adjacent gas station. If I didn't wear my shock absorbers, my joints would be screaming in protest right about now, but still even with them this isn't a picnic. I really need to get a car.

As I leap into the air again, a shot rings out, and it feels like a sludgehammer hits me in the back. Stupid, careless, don't just throw yourself out there without checking your back. As I tumble through the air I spread out my cape and it catches the current and slows my fall, but I still hit the ground hard.

Wood, I'm on wood, a dock...oh no I'm on the docks, cornered. Stupid, now you're going to get yourself cought. I hear a man yelling behind me, I turn around, it's a black man, looks like the commisioner. Berating a cop for shooting at me.

"WE WANTED HIM BROUGHT IN ALIVE YOU IDIOT!"

"S...sir," the deputy mumbles pointing at me. Gordon looks over and sees me, halfway through lifting myself off the ground, staring at him. My white eyes glinting in the darkness. He blinks in the rain.

"Good lord."

Batman911

01-10-2006, 05:00 PM

I feel great pain in my leg right now. I look out the window and see the police have seen batman! I cant help, my leg is horrible and i can barley walk. I think about it for a moment and then I get out of my costume. I have no idea where to put the costume so I keep it in this building, I figure I'll ask batman to get it for me later if I can figure out a way to save him somehow. I slowly climb down the building as I feel the pain bursting through my leg. I get up and drag myself to about where the pocice are gathered near batman. I shout, "HELP!" as loud as I can. The cops look over. "He's not the badguy!! HELLPP!!!" A few cops come over to me and next thing you know, I realise; where did batman go? I figure hes probably hiding around somewhere, but right now all im worrying about is for the ambulance to come get me, and I hope they dont realise what I just attempted.

R-Taco

01-10-2006, 08:37 PM

“Alright! Listen up!” I shouted. I had planned on finishin’ up the last few details for my big plan around the end of the month, but certain circumstances (like some moron made up to look like a clown) have forced me to speed things up a bit. I gots most of my boys to come in, ‘cause this needed to be done fast.

“Here’s the plan I’ve been workin’ on, Boys...”

I always kept my plans to myself, up until the last minute. I don’t tell nobody - not even the Dummy - what we’s doin’ until we’s doin’ it. Specially dis one.

“Ya know dese thunderstorms we’s been havin’ recently? Well, originally, da military base over in Houston was expecting the delivery of a nuclear warhead from overseas, but ‘cause of dese storms the plane dat was s’pposed to deliver is it havin’ to stop temporarily here in Gotham.”

The Dummy looked at me. I could tell he was freaked out. He knew what I was plannin’. Hell, only a brain-dead moron wouldn’t. But that’s what my boys were. Morons. So I ‘splained it to ‘em.

“Dat plane is gonna land tomorrow night at 9:00 P.M., and we’s gonna take out da crew and make off with the cargo. And then...”

“And then what?” one of my stupidest boys, Rhino, asked.

“...Then dis city is mine.”

Infinity9999x

01-11-2006, 08:06 PM

I freeze in my mind crouch, Gordon and I stay motionless, staring at one another. The commisioner seems at a loss for words.

"Don't move," he finally says as he pulls his revolver out of his holster. I stay still, I have to do something, but I'm surrounded, there's no easy way out. Then suddenly someone starts shouting like crazy at the back of the group. I see the policemen's head turn. It's Dick, limping up the peer. As Gordon turns his head to the side, I'm already moving. my hand moves pulls out one of my home made batarangs from my pocket as I dive to the side. Specially made by myself,t he batarangs are small, sharp areo-dynamic bat shaped pieces of metal that act as mini boomerags. The projectile slices across Gordon's hand leaving a small cut and knocks his gun out of his grasp.

"Dammit, don't let him...." the commisioner trails off as he turns to an empty dock.

"What the hell is this thing...?" One of the officers next to him ask.

Gordon ignors the comment, "He must be in the water, quick, spread out along the docks, and check the area."

"I didn't hear a splash," the officer mumbles to himself as he moves out along the docks.

The water feels like ice as I hold myself afloat under the dock. I slipped in quietly, but they'll find me soon enough. I can't swim very fast with this cloak, and I'll freeze if I don't get out quickly.

"What do you think this thing is?" I hear above me as the boards on the dock creek under the approaching footsteps of the policemen.

"No idea, but that sure as hell didn't look like no costume," another voice replies, "looked like some sorta mutant man or somethin. Like that jersey devil thing you hear about sometimes."

"Ya, and did you see him take that bullet? Jimmy tagged him, tagged him right in the back and he kept goin! Crazy, this thing is, crazy."

The voices fade out as I quietly tread to another dock, I have to do something, and do it quick. I reach down into my utility belt to check what wasn't ruined by the water. one of the small caliber explosives I carry is still functionable. The wouldn't do much damage to a human, but they would get your attention. I stick it to the bottom of the dock I'm under, and set the small timer. 40 seconds, enough to put a good distance between myself and the cops before they realize I'm gone.

As it starts up I swim as hard as I can, it's not easy with a huge cape on your back. I get about 6 docks down before the explosion rings out, and a few pieces of wood fly into the air. The police take the bait like fish to a worm. The entire force sprints over the damage. I'm already out of the water by the time one of them thinks to turn around, and I hurl a smoke bomb into their group to give myself some more time.

Firining my grappling hook onto a nearby buliding, I fly up into the air and land safely on the ledge. Looking back from the shadows I observe the baffled police force. That was close, too close. If it wasn't for Dick I would have been caught. I need to be more careful, and (as I start to shiver from the brisk night air) build a more insulated suit incase I deside to go swimming anytime soon again. But it worked out for now, I only came out of it a little wet, and probably with some severe bruising courtesy of "Jimmy", but at least I'm still alive and free. I don't think Gordon will be too happy though.

Batman911

01-11-2006, 09:29 PM

I awake in a hospital, looking at a tv in my hospital room. I see interviews with some cops and some guy named gordon claiming that the batman left a cut on hm. They were all claiming he was some sort of actual bat or something. (although I knew for myself what he really looks like) It appears my leg is bandaged together by some doctor. All I can do now is rest and hope that no big crime happens while I can't fight. Although I have a bad feeling that something big is coming...

Infinity9999x

01-11-2006, 10:04 PM

The sun is low in the sky as a cool breeze brushes my cheek and dances the fallen leaves across the ground. I come here everytime I have my doubts. I've barley been out on the city and already I've sustained too fairly serious injuries. All it takes is one slip...one slip...and it's over.

I kneel down and feel the coarse grass crunch beneath my weight as I slowly run my finger across the granite headstone. THOMAS AND MARTHA WAYNE, LOVING PARENTS FOREVER.

Six. I was only six when my world was stripped from me. Stripped from me by a man whose name I didn't know, face I had never seen, and voice I had never heard. A poor, pitiful voiceless deamon of violence who stole my life from me. Killed my parents in front of me for petty change. I swore that I would make sure no one would have to endure the pain I did ever again. The horrible emptiness that threatened to consume me, swollow me whole and leave me nothing but a withering, bitter man.

I travelled the world, trained in various combat forms, learned the intriquite skills of a detective, dabbled in sciences, everything I needed. Everything. I had the means, my parents left me a huge fortune, and my absence was easily explained away. I was just another billionare playboy, travelleing the world.

When I returned from my journey at 28, I had the strength, the knowledge, the skill. I just lacked the means. I needed to be more then a man. I tried to go out on my own, and it resulted in failure. I was stabbed in the back when I was overwhelmed by a gang. I got away alive, but barley.

In despair I came here, their grave. I needed a sign, something, I needed to know. Then it came, the bat. It landed right on the headstone and just looked at me, in that instant I knew. I knew what I needed to do. I had to become something men fear, I had to become a bat.

But now...I'm not so sure. I'm failing, I don't know if I can do this. Maybe Alfred was right. I can't even find their killer for all my skill, he still eludes me, that single mystery that I can never solve. I feel like a failure.

As I sit by their headstone, I glance over at a small child, and what looks like his grandparents standing behind him, saying a prayer over a headstone decorated by two angels. Tears slip down the small boy's cheeks and land softly on the grass.

after they leave I slowly stand up. Thank you, I needed that. I needed a reminder to what I was fighting. I am not fighting one man, I am fighting for a cause. For people to live deacently. To help prevent the awful horrors I've endured.
Now, I need to get to work.

Cats

01-12-2006, 07:17 AM

Guess who this is!
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"Fi ti! Fi ti!" screams a middle-aged woman in a Cantonese dialect, her dark hair bundled in a knot behind her head, pushing me out of the way with the brunt of her umbrella.

"Watch it!" I shout in reply, rubbing my elbow from the brash contact.

The streets of Chinatown are crowded 24 hours a day. Even at 3am in the morning, groups of juveniles can be seen roaming the streets with their studs, piercing and tattoos, a bat at hand, looking for a fight. They voice their threats, windows get broken, and sometimes someone dies. But life goes on, it happens all in a day in this god-forsaken dump. I know I should move someday. But hell... this is my home.

I round the corner to where I live, a mangy apartment on top of a butcher's shop, and just as I'm about to climb the stairs, I feel a brush of fur on my ankle. It's Mr Jangles, a greyish-black striped tabby, with a mischevious streak to boot. He's hungry - again! I pick him up into my arms, whisper sweet nothings to my furry partner, he purrs in response and swipes at my nose. Never a dull moment with this one. He rests on my shoulder like a mink coat while I enter the building and lo and behold... Mrs Chin.

"Ah... yo! You tell that naughty cat of yours to stop picking at my husband's pork!" she nags, wagging a finger at Mr Jangles who widens his eyes in surprise... what an actor.

"I'll give him a good scolding Mrs Chin, don't you worry," And I realise I'm as good an actor as he is.

"Keep him inside, don't let him run run around. No more going into the butcher shop!" she continues.

"Yes Mrs Chin," I say, rolling my eyes when my back is turned to her. She can be such a nag, but her heart is in the right place. Mr Jangles nods as though he's reading my thoughts.

I jog my way up the stairs to the top floor of my apartment... eh... the 5th floor. But I am the only unit in my block that has the skylight, and quick access to the rooftop. Nice for a quick breath of midnight air.

The key turns and immediately I'm met with a chorus of mews and meows. "Darlings - I'm home," I greet them, a paper bag in my hand. "And I have some treats for all." They rush to rub themselves against my leg, all seven of them.

I don't know if people call me the crazy cat lady like I'm an obsessed old woman with twenty cats in a tiny house in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't be surprised, but it wouldn't matter either. I love living with these little furballs, besides... out on the streets they would've easily been easy targets for street punks, or even roadkill. Who knows... when someone tells you anything can happen in this part of town, you'd better believe it.

I open up the bag as the kitties wait in anticipation - and pull out two bags of raw chicken thigh. Their favorite. They go absolutely wild, bouncing up and down on their four paws. I shred the chicken meat as quickly as I can so they won't have to bother with the bone, and serve it on a platter... well actually a few platters.

And while they get busy with their dinner, I dig into the bag for my own treat. Nine hundred and twenty-two dollars. Not bad for a night's work. Though I tell myself I can do better.

My ultimate goal is to hit the big leagues, to infiltrate the homes of the rich and famous with all their fancy anti-burglar systems, snatch a few bucks and perhaps scribble a parting note so they know I've been there. The very thought tantalizes my senses. After all... what harm is done when the wealthy is a few dollars short. I bet they won't even feel the pinch. But the shame of being outwitted, the thought that they just bust 10k on an inferior security system, and that I was the one who did it... Oooh... the rush!

Infinity9999x

01-12-2006, 11:41 PM

Ahh we can't have a batman RPG without a Catwoman. But on a side note guys, this is pretty cool, it's too bad All Star Bats wasn't more like this

The stars twinkle in the sky like miniature eyes as I silently slip across the
rooftops in the crisp night. My hacking finally gave me a small reward. I found out from the Mayor's e-mails that Scareface's men are going to be running a small gig uptown.

The crackjob isn't what's important though, it's the information. I need to find out what this Scareface character is up to. Whatever he wants to do, he's going to try to do it quick, he's cut down nearly half of all his operations across town. He wants to stay under the radar.

I'm out early, the job wasn't supposed to go down util 3 but I needed to stretch my legs, work out my sore muscles. Those shots I took weren't exactally message therapy.

As I land on the brick roof of a penthouse, I hear an alarm go off inside the apartment under me. That's odd I shouldn't have set off the alarm in any way.

My question is answered as I see a female form emerge out of the sunroof window of the apartment. A small wind blows away the whisps of clouds covering the moon, and the dim light reveals her dressed in a sort of black cat costume.
"I've heard of catburgelers but this is taking it a little far," I say in my low growl as the woman completley heaves herself out of the windowframe.

She starts when she hears my voice, but when she notices me she doesn't show any sign of fear.
"Isn't that a little much coming from someone like you?"

I really don't have time to waste trying to take in petty theives, but I figure I have enough time. How much of a fight can she put up anyways?

As I slowly walk towards her she tenses and springs at me, an unexpected move, I had thought she would run. She catches me off guard and her claws rake into my armored shoulder.
"that little getup doesn't scare me," She replies as she lands softly and makes for the edge of the buidling, "Cats aren't afraid of bats."

She's quick. Very quick. I turn to follow her and she's already on the other roof, running fast. Leaping the distance, I hit the rooftop running. I have to cover the distance if I'm going to stay with her.

As we bound over the rooftops, I realize how athletic this woman is. She's as fast as a trained track star, and as agile as a gymnast. Whoever she is, she's not just some every day burgler.

As she jumps into the air to cross over to another roof, I leap out and grab hold of her ankle. My momentum carries me into her, and we both hit the opposite building hard. I get to my feet first.
"It's over, you're coming in."
"Oh I don't think so mystery man," She replies with a playfull gleam in her eye. She treats this like a game.

I reach forward to grap her wrist, but She grabs mine and twists, it catches me off guard and I move my body with her to avoid injury, and she knocks my legs out from under me as I try to counteract her grapple. She knows how to fight too.

"Well, you sure know how to show a woman a good time, but I'm afraid I have to be going now. Hopefully we'll run into eachother sometime soon."

She's already gone over the edge of the building by the time I'm up, and I don't see her anywhere below. She's as good at disapearing as me. I walk back from the ledge and glance down at the clawmarks on my shoulder.
Now that was a woman full of surprises, but I can't let her detract me now. That little escapade cost me precious time, and I can't let this opportunity slide. This mystery woman can wait, right now Scareface needs my full attention.

Cats

01-12-2006, 11:55 PM

I work at a Chinese restaurant famed for its Beijing noodles during the day to keep up appearances, lest I be questioned about my income. I don't do good with the tiny cheong-sams they get us to wear, and the thigh high stockings - they always run. If I had it my way, I'd get me a pair of leather boots.

Customers call and I have to serve them, sometimes I don't. The boss gets on my back a lot about that, but I know he won't let me go. The fool thinks he can get somewhere with this gal while keeping me on his staff, and I let him believe so in order to keep the job. I've endured his grimy hands sliding their way up my leg, sometimes I slap them away, sometimes I just don't bother.

People have worse lives - I see them on the streets on my way to work everyday. They crouch round fires set aflame in rusty barrels, torn clothes hanging to their skinny bodies. They stare at me with empty eyes... people with no hope. I was once one of them... abandoned, alone and shunned by society. I don't think I will ever forget the feeling of desperation... and I don't want to either.

I pass by the homeless shelter round 37th street some weekends, it's out of my way but I don't care. I leave money with the lady in charge... Ms Leslie Thompkins is her name. She's nice, really decent. Unlike what we so commonly get in this town. She doesn't know much about me, and neither do I her, but that's the way we like it. The homeless are housed, the drunk are taught to be sober, and the drug users quit their addictions. They return to the streets with a better perspective on life. If a little money will go towards that, then I'm all for it.

I hear Ms Thompkins is planning to buy over the next lot of apartment blocks to expand the shelter. It'll take cash... something I might be able to contribute to.

I make my plans...

Batman

01-13-2006, 01:09 AM

<The Joker>

I sit in my apartment,looking through the mail.Oh god...please,just this once,let it go right...

I sent in my resume to a local comedy club,and a few bits I had written,a few nights ago.The owner said he'd get back to me today,and since...well,I can't afford a phone...I told him to send the response by letter.He thought I was joking,ironically.I wish I had been...

Now that mother's passed away,Katlyn left me,and I lost my job over at Ace Chemicals,all I got left is comedy.I can barely afford lunch,anymore,at this point.

If I get this,I'd get 25 bucks per night.Cheap,yeah...but...I'll take what I can get.Maybe if I save up,I can even buy myself a good outfit.Right now,all I got is a few torn shirts,a dirty tank top,some ripped jeans,a couple pairs of underwear,and some funky lookin' purple suit that belonged to my dad.There's no way in hell I'm going out in that thing...Even if I am desperate.

Since I can't even afford socks,I'm really hoping this falls through.

Then,I see it.The envelope labled 'Laugh Em's Comedy Club'.It's here.He didn't even have to send me the letter,but...it's here!Oh thank you god!

I open it up,grinning like a child.

...

...They...rejected me?

My comedy wasn't good enough?!What the hell is this!?!I...No...NO....That was my one chance!This isn't fair!IT ISN'T FAIR!!!

I throw the mail to the ground,and slam my fist into the wall.How could they do this to me?!

I scream.

That was my final chance.That was it.That was what I was waiting for.Why?!WHY?!?!?!

I stumble into the bathroom.I think I'm gonna throw up.My life is over.What life?I never even had one to begin with.Katlyn was right...I am a nobody.

The mirror is so dirty that I can barely see myself.All I see is some...

...

Wait...That look.I look kinda like...a clown.Heh.That's kinda funny.I smile,making myself look even more like a clown.That's some pretty weird crap,right there.

Oh,what the hell am I doing?!My life just ended,and I'm sitting here,looking at myself through a goddamned trick mirror?!

I slam my fist through the mirror.It shatters,on impact.Oh,that's just great.I don't even have a MIRROR now!My life IS over!

I look down at the sharp,glass pieces.I could end it...right now,I could just end it all.I pick one up.

Goodbye,cruel world.

Before I can slit my throat,I notice something on the sink.It's a deck of cards.Mother always liked to play cards.Go fish was her favorite.I think I gave her the cards,actually.Except for the Jokers,of course.I shake the pack.I can feel the two Joker cards inside.Curious,I open it up.The image on it is...Strange looking.Like a clown.

I remember what I looked like in the mirror,looking like a clown.Great...my only saving grace.I look like some clown on a Joker card.

...

And then...I get the weirdest idea.

Taking the glass piece in my hand,I lift it up to my face.If I'm gonna die...I'm gonna die with a smile.Heh.

- - -

After the hours of screaming,I finally look into the mirror,after wiping away all the blood.My face...It looks like a smile.I just carved a ****ing smile into my face.Am I insane?!

Heh.I do look kinda funny.I smile again,and start making movements with my tounge.Heh...That's funny.Hell,that's hystericals.Heheh...Hehaha....HAHAHA...HAHAHAHA... ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Wooo....Hehe...Why kill myself now,eh?I could get the comedy act with this face alone!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

No...Screw that.Why waste my time?They'll just turn me down,again.Those heartless little...

I look over at my bedroom entrance.I remember something.My father's old pistol...I still have it.

I could'a shot myself,earlier.HAHAHAHAHA!

I walk in,as my lips continue to sting from the mutliation.Heh...Guess it IS true what they say.You have to suffer for beauty!HAHAHAHAHA!

I stumble into the closet,and take out the gun.My father shot himself with this gun.Guess he couldn't take life either.I'm not my father,though.

To hell with killing myself!It's time I got some payback!

I look up,to see the purple suit in the closet.

...For some reason,it doesn't look so bad,right now.I grab it.

If I'm gonna get payback,I'm gonna do it in style.HAHAHAHAHA!

- - -

I step into the Laugh Em's club,pistol hidden in my jacket.The owner is carrying a set of keys,walking towards me.

"Sorry pal,We're closin'."

I look up at him,displaying my new grin.Heh.His eyes widen.

"What in the h-"

I take the pistol,and put it to his chest.He drops the keys.

"Oh my god!"

I look at into his eyes.

"So,My comedy wasn't good enough for you?Didn't get a laugh?Not even a chuckle?What,are you just immune to good comedy?Or did I just suck that bad?"

He looks at me.I can see the terror in his eyes.

"Listen,If this was about a job,or somethin',I can get you a job,alright!Just don't kill me!"

"Oooh...Nope.Nope Nope Nope.Sorry,Too Late.You see,I've already snap,crackled and popped,pal.It's about time I started getting my fix outta life.And since I don't have a job,or money,I'm gonna go the the next best thing..."

I move my head in closer.

"Stealin'!"

I shoot him in the chest.The bullet goes right through his back,and bounces off the wall.

I...I just killed a guy.

I look at the gun.What have I done?

...I...I have power.For once in my life,I took control.I had the power of life or death.

I LIKE this!

Hell,I wanna blow up a city now!Infact...I think I will!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I look at the guy,as he falls over,dead.I bend down,and pull his lips back,making it seem like he's smiling.

Now that's what I call dying happy!HAHAHAHAHA!

"Ya know...I think I'm gonna like this new life.Much more power,Much less getting pushed around...More comedy...More laughs...Heh...More blood...And even a nice suit,to go with it!Heh!And this is just the beginning!Think of how much more power I could have,eh?Well?Think about it,friend!"

Bastard.He could at least have the common courtesy to say something.

...Oh...Wait...I killed him.Silly me...Must've slipped my mind!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

"And now,If you'll excuse me,my grinning mute friend...Your cash register seems a tad lonely...I think I'll take it off your hands,for ya! HAHAHAHA!"

I slam my fist onto the cash register,opening it up.It's been ages since I've seen those faces.Georgey!Benny!Abey!Welcome to your new owner!Heh.

I take the cash,and load it in my pants.I'd take the change,but theres only a dime,a nickel,and three pennies.I look over at my smiling new friend,who's blood is starting to paint the floor around him.

....I'm not mopin' that up,No siree!HAHAHAHAHA!

I take one of the pennies,and place it on his forehead.

"Penny for your thoughts?HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I then walk out,whistling the theme from Looney Tunes.Mother always liked Looney Tunes.Especially that wascally wabbit.

...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Well...I've got money,now.And I've got power,too.Something I never had,in my life.

...And rightfully so.It's just beginning!My old life was over...But the moment I carved this smile into my face,everything went great!As far as I'm concerned,that loser in the run down apartment building I came from DID commit suicide.I'm a new guy.A richer guy.A prettier guy.Heh.

I might aswell take on a new name,while I'm at it.Hell,I forgot what my old one is,actually.HAHAHAHA!

I then remember the Joker cards,and how I looked like them.Now,with the grin,I'm the spitting image of one.I'm like a Joker myself.

...Say,there's a thought!Joker!My new name...Joker!No,better!The Joker!

I like it!It has a flair...A charm...A dramatic sound to it.Plus,it's easy to write on my underwear.HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I walk the streets.I need a new look.This plain old,boring,white skinned look is so...past life.I need something more...colorful!

I take a look across the street,to see a costume shop.Say...maybe I could find some socks,there!Heh.

- - -

After killing the cashier(And doing it with style,I might add),I approach the mirror with a Clown makeup kit.Several Clown makeup kits,so the stuff'll be hard to rub off.After all,I don't want to have the same face,now do I?Heh.

Applying it on,I can't help but chuckle.I'm starting to look even more like that Joker card image.Taking a tube of lipstick,I apply it over my grin,making it look less bloody,and more...cheerful!

By the time I'm done,I've coated my entire head white,my lips red,my eyes black,and used a can of that hair pant stuff to make my hair green.I even got a pair of socks out of the deal!HAHAHAHAHA!

I hear the bell of the door,as it opens.A man walks in,seeing me.

"Who are-"

He looks over,to see the dead cashier.I grab a prop camera,on one of the shelves,and hold it up.I put my pistol to the back of it.The man looks at me,with horror.

"What the hell?!"

"Say CHEESE!"

I pull the trigger.The bullet goes flying through the plastic camera lens,and through the man's temple.He falls at the door,as blood starts to roll down his head.

"Awww...Ya blinked!HAHAHAHAHA!"

After taking out the money from the cash register,I walk out,stepping over both corpses.I begin to whistle,again.It begins to rain.Mother always liked rain,for some reason.I look up at the sky,thinkin' of her.

"Momma,If only you could see me now!You'd DIE of laughter!HAHAHAHAHA!"

I love this.I think I'm gonna make a habit of it.Hell,anything's an improvement over my last life,anyway!

Look out,Gotham!Joker's Comin' To Town!

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Nietzsche

01-13-2006, 08:26 AM

I'm Rupert Thorne. I like to remind myself of times a day. We all have our little perks, our feel good factors. Some people go jogging. I just have to sit back and think of my immense wealth and power. Wealth and power thats only gonna grow.

I'm very happy today. It turns out, after watching the morning news, that the "Batman", as they're calling him, made a complete fool out of the police last night. He stirred up some kind of a hornetts nest down at the docks before vanishing. Gordon and his ghoons stayed up all night looking for him. Alas, they got nothing. I phoned Gordon personally an hour ago to congratulate him on an outstanding failure. They had this vigilante surrounded for god's sake and he still got away. I made out like I was angry though, like this Batman guy is bad news, like I need Gordon to catch him and catch him fast. Truthfully...I couldn't be happier. I've got some big plans now and Gordon needs as much distraction as possible. He's gonna be buried under this for a week. There's a full investigation now and I'm ruling Batman's capture as the police's number one priority at my next press conference, which, incidentally, is later today. Hmmmmm, there was also some clown guy there as well. I don't know what that was about. Some nut they said looked like a clown. It was either him or the batman who shot some kid in the leg.
Haha, all this mess for Gordon to clean up. As if the guy didn't have enough on his plate! He was suposed to be working on that killer who's been leaving playing cards all over the place. Hmmm, that's on the hush right now- but why don't I let that slip to the media? Haha. Let's see: the batman, some clown, a killer who likes his blackjack. With all this wierdness the public are gonna demmand Gordon's head on a plate if he doesn't get to the bottom of it. This just what i need. With Gordon pinned down with this, I can get to work.

So, what are my plans? Well I hve some big ones this year, ut I ain't gonna go into those just yet. There's some smaller jobs I gotta pull first. Like tonight. A source heard over the grapvine that a heist is goin down tonight at one of gotham's military bases. Some gangsta plans to steal a nuclear warhead thats been gaurded there for a few days. I wasn't told his name, just that he was "dangerous". ha! No one is as dangerous as Rupert Thorne. Well, I wouldn't mind that warhead myself. there's big money in selling that kinda crap to the right people. mabe Colonel Ku'tan wopuld it? He pays handsomely for mere guns. You see, I'm a charaitble man. giving certain poorer countrys what they need- war- and making a tidy profit of it. Anyway, I'm gonna have some of my own professionals infiltrate that base at the same time. Their gonna get ME that warhead. If it all goes wrong? Well, if that happens then this mobboss guy'll get blamed. If goes right and I get the weapon? He gets blamed too. Simple. I'm just counting on the Batman to stir up some more trouble somewhere. There seems to be a new sighting of him each night.

So- tonight I try and get this warhead. My guys'll take out the rivas if they play up. But ain't gonna happen. They won't even know my guys are there. i only get the best. In this case i got ninja's working for me. hen I get this warhead I'll make a cool million or five and thats more money to finance my other plan. the big one. But thats a long way off yet.

Anyway, it's such a beautiful day today. I just bought myself a new apartment too. Must be the nicest in gotham. Must be? It is. I made sure of that. It's got security like you wouldn't believe. haha, somehwat illegal security. Lock-on machine gun's anyone? haha. It's just a bit of fun. They'll never get used. Well, I've gotta go now. people to see. Like the press. Time to let them know about this killer and then wtach them tear Gordon apart. I'd better get prepared for tonight too. that warhead is mine, the other guy can forget about it.

Lets just hope I can count on the Batman to provide more lunacy for Gordon. It's gonna be an interesting day. But in the end it'll work out for me. Why? Because I'm Rupert Thorne!

Cats

01-13-2006, 08:42 AM

A WEEK LATER (and immediately after Infinity9999x's post)

I slip back into my apartment through an open window, the clock on the wall tells me it's 3:07am. Four hours to daylight, but sleep is far from my mind. I've seen him. The Bat-man. The one I see pasted all over the papers that I help myself to, some mornings. Perched upon the roof of the apartment I visited tonight - Dark... mysterious, cape flapping in the wind. He followed me, tried to pin me to the ground... But not for long. Only one word can describe my foe.... magnificent.

I pull the goggles from my eyes, and let my hair loose from the face mask I put together myself. I thumb the leathery ears I added - I smirk at how he got the joke almost immediately.

But I was careless today, let my guard slip and tripped off an alarm. I try to console myself with the excuse that it's just my second excursion in the 'big leagues'. I'm still new at this, I'll get better.

Tugging at a sack I keep hanging at my hip, I reach in and find a diamond. The size of the nail on my little finger. This bugger could probably fetch a hefty sum on the black market. AND the fact that I did it without getting caught... again. I was more daring this time, scribbled the word "Meow" on a notepad in the study... also where I triggered the alarm. *sigh* Punishment for being too smug.

On the bright side... if I hadn't gone and done it, I probably wouldn't have met him. It was worth it. I give me a pat on the back, keep the bling bling in a safe place, and crawl into bed. Even if I don't fall asleep, I'll just pretend.

Infinity9999x

01-13-2006, 02:12 PM

I sit quietly perched atop the roof of an trainstation, like a solitary gargole as I stare into the window of one of Gotham's many run down warehouses. I was lucky, the job is almost done, and the thugs are about to leave. If it wasn't for that cat burgaler....or cat woman....Well I can honestly say I've never met a woman like that before. There was something intriguing about her....

I push her from my mind. I need to focus on the job at hand. I wait for a little longer, watching the men talk to eachother easily now that they think their job is done. I need to pick out the right ones to go after, and the right one to let run away.

The smaller one with the beedy eyes seems to be in charge. He orders a few of the men to pick up some loose ends, and they don't seem to respect him much. The others all seem like brand name thugs, and normaly guys like that wouldn't be caught dead being bossed around by a little man like him. He has to be my guy.

I fire my grappleing hook out to the top of the warehouse, and swing down off my perch. As I near the window, I push the newly added realease catch button on my grapple, and the hook disengages itself from the warehouse and slides back into my gun easily.

I come crashing through the window like a battering ram and they all look up in surprise and fear. I have to admit, this is the part I like most about my job. I go straight for the muscle, the big worker type who are usually to stupid to realize when they're in over their head.

As I take out the muscle, I glance out of the corner of my eye at the little man. He's already halfway out the door. I let him go, he needs to think he escaped. In a few moments the tussle's over, and I quickly make my way back out into the street and take to the rooftops.

It doesn't take me long to find the run-away. I trail him for a few blocks, before he slows down to catch his breath. After glancing around to reassure himself, he waves down a cab. Damn, I really need a car. I notice a cabby parked below me engine still running, the driver's inside a gas station buying some doughnuts. Sorry buddy, duty calls...

I leave a small bag of money taped to the parking meter before I quickly take off after my man. I am taking away the man's livelyhood for a night after all.

I trail the cab for about 30blocks before it finally stops at some old run down apartment complex. I park in a side street a good distance away so he doesn't see me. The door doesn't even have a buzzer he pushes the beaten down wooden door and it looks like it's about to swing off it's hinges. After he's inside, I quickly follow.

My nightvision pops on as I enter the pitch black hallway, a broken light swings from a cord above my head. I see one door cracked open in front of me. Voices drift out of it.

"Tell the boss, the Batman crashed another operation. Right before we got done. He's bringin it down hard on us."

"Another one? Damn! Alright...I'll tell him. He's movin the assult on the warhead to tommarrow because of that damn clown guy and this freak. But he sure as hell ain't gunna be happy."

I hear a creak, it sounds like there's a back door in the room.
"You right boys, I AIN't happy, ain't happy at all."

"Boss, I...I thought you says you wasn't gunna be hear till 4."

"Yeah...well I changed my plans...but see boys, I don't like to change my plans. I only do dat when I have to, and I don't like bein forced ta do anythin. See, dis Bat freak is doin dat, and not one one ya's can take him out for me? Why can't one o ya's do dat hmmm? It's only one damn guy after all!"

I've heard enough, apparently Scareface wants the warhead thats been staying in gotham for a while. And Scareface is in that room, so I have to make sure he doesn't get out of it.

I kick down the door and the beedy eyed man along with the guy he was talking to turn quickly, I only see the sillouette of a man in the shadows.

"YOU DAMN IDIOT YOU LED EM RIGHT TO ME!"

I see the flash of a gun muzzle, and dive behind a couch, the man I followed isn't so lucky. Machine gun fire perferates his body, and then Scareface turns to the couch I dove behind and empties his clip on it.

"Run You damn fool!" I hear scarface yell, and then the sound of a door swinging shut.

I follow them out into the alleyway, and the man who hadn't been shot was runing like mad, right behind the Scareface character. Scarface swings his arm around and nails the guy in the head, I think it's with his gun, but it looks more bulky. Whatever it is, the guy goes down hard. Scareface fires a few more shots over his shoulder and sprays the alley way. I dive into a doorway, but the other guy gets nailed.

By the time I get around the corner where Scareface dissapeared he's gone.

"Damn," I whisper to myself. Well he may have gotten away, but I can still stop him at the airport. A nutjob like him can't have a warhead in his hands. I glance down at the mobsters body before slowly walking away. Well, this was an interesting night.

Batman911

01-13-2006, 03:58 PM

I awake again, and it seems as if time has gone by quickly. I feel that theres a job to be done. I see on the news about a crime of some sort that Scareface is trying to pull off.

I jump out of my medical bed, I feel as fresh and new as ever. The nurse screams "what are you doing?!" and then i reply "What needs to be done."

I run out of the hospital and down the street. I find the house where I left the costume. It says its Selena Kyle's house, I have no idea who that is but they arent home. I come in through the window and see the costume is still where I hid it, so I then jump out of the house in full nightwing fashion.

I run down the street only to see Scarface running like a little kid huffing and puffing. I throw a ninja disc that works simular to batman's batarand at him and throw him at me. I grab him. He screams, "WHAT THE FU-" I stop him and say lightly, "Nightwing." and throw him to the ground. The puppet is standing there, scared to death looking at me as scarface is screaming "you fool! Come pick me up!" I then see Batman climb down a rooftop. He says "good work..."

Cats

01-13-2006, 08:09 PM

I realise I did drift off to sleep between the time I hit the bed and now. There was a rustle in the living room, a creak on the floorboards. Definitely heavier than any feline. My eyes are wide open now. I pick up a bat I keep beside my bed for protection and proceed cautiously.

The window is wide open, and a breeze is sweeping the curtains inwards. But there is no one in sight... a thief? I chuckle when I ponder the irony... a thief stealing from a thief. I drop my bat and peer out the window.

Sounds of metal scratching against the tar road outside, someone screams "WHAT THE FU-" And I look at the clock - it reads 4:50am. What... do these people never let up?

I leap over to the fore-windows near my bed where the racket is coming from. I hear someone screaming, "You fool! Come pick me up!"

I say to myself I'll do more than pick him up if he doesn't shut his gap quick.

I lift the blinds and yell in response into the empty air, "Shut the hell up! Can't a gal get any sleep around here?" There is silence... finally. My hand touches the cord to pull down the blinds when I think I see something dark moving in the distance. I watch for a while longer and nothing happens. I figure it's just my imagination.

At 5:02am I try to get back to sleep. But with all the disturbance, I'll probably not be getting any shut-eye the rest of the night. Oh great...

Batman911

01-13-2006, 09:04 PM

this is a good story. I think this rpg has gone alot better than people expected

R-Taco

01-13-2006, 10:42 PM

this is a good story. I think this rpg has gone alot better than people expected

I think so too. The only problem is that typing Scarface's dialogue is killing my spell checker. :ghost:

Infinity9999x

01-13-2006, 11:26 PM

lol, ya this is a really good story. Like I said before too bad All Star doesn't take some pointers.

As I walk down the alleyway I hear a scuffule, and then scarface's voice screaming. I turn quickly and rush back towards the voices. I leap up a wall, and climb over a small roof before I see Dick, decked out in his costume, standing over the man who must be scareface, though he certainly doesn't look it, and a puppet lying on the ground.

"Good work," I growl, "I thought I lost him." He nods in responce, I see him grimace and clutch at his leg a bit.

"You shouldn't be out on that," I say, pointing to his leg.
"I needed to streach it out, I couldn't just sit by and do nothing. As I was out and about I happened to run into this guy here."

I glance down at the form of Scareface, who appears to be nothing more then a snivelling man.

"PICK ME UP YOU DUMASS." A voice shouts out. For a moment I almost think it comes from the Dummy....but it can't come from the dummy...
"I'm...I'm sorry Mr. Scareface, we're cornered."

"A vantrilliquist? The master mob boss scareface is a vantrilliquist?" Dick says in surprise.

"A phsyco vantrilliquist from the looks of it," I reply softly.

"Ohh ya big words from two nutjobs in costumes." The dummy "says".

"He does have a point," Dick replies. I remain silent. Pulling out a small leather cord I bind the vantrilliquists hands.

"How did you get your costume?" I ask as I tie the knots.

"Got them out of the apartment you had me leave them in." He replies.

"Apartment? I dropped you off at a church."

"You musta looked wrong, because when I went back someone was living in it."

"That place was old and run down, and it looked like a churhc."

"It wasn't a freaking church, you just messed up."

"I don't mess up," I growl back.

"You did this time."

"Ohhh lookie the two widdle boys argue," the vantrilliquist says in the dummy voice.

"Shut up," We reply simultaneously.

"What do we do with this guy anyways?" Dick asks.

"Maybe you can hide me in a building you think is a church, then get me lost because you mixed it up with a gas station."

Dick chuckles a bit, and I glare back at him.

"What? It was funny."

R-Taco

01-14-2006, 12:37 AM

Me & the Dummy just manage to get outside when, outta nowheres, dis ninja-star thinga-majig comes flying in and knocks us down.

"WHAT THE FU-" Is all I manage to get outta my mouth 'fores I hit da ground hard.

I try movin' my legs, but it's no use, I ain't gots no feelin' in 'em anymore. I try an' see what dead man 'trew da ting at us, and I see some punk in a goofy-lookin' costume. Can't be any older than 25.

I see the stupid Ventriloquist lyin' on the ground, quiverin' like a baby. Pathetic.

The jerk that 'trew da boomerang or whatever it was comes over. I can tell dere's somethin' wrong with his leg, like he's injured or somethin'.

Then, all of a sudden, this huge bat-thing comes over. What the hell is this?! A freak convention?!

I need that moron Wesker to get the Hell over here.

"PICK ME UP YOU DUMBASS!" I shout over to the mook. The two dressed-up weirdos freak out all of a sudden. Musta never seen a guy with a scar on his face before.

This whole time, the Dummy just stays there. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mr. Scarface, we're cornered."

Damnit... I need better men.

Then the two...whatever dey weres...start calling me names. I can't make out much, cuz they don't seem to know how to speak up, but I definately hear "psycho" in dere.

"Oh ya, big words comin' from 2 nutjobs in costumes," I tell 'em.

They don't even take notice of me. No respect.

Now dey start arguin' about where one of 'em left 'is costume. One says it was a church, the other says it's an apartment.

"Ohhh, lookie. Da two widdle boys argue," I says to 'em.

"Shut up," they both respond simultaneously. How dare they tell me to shut up! I'll teach dem a 'ting or two.

"What do we do with this guy anyways?" the shorter of the two asks.

"Maybe you can hide me in a building you think is a church, then get me lost because you mixed it up with a gas station," I says. One of 'em actually laughs at this. Mus' be da stupid one. The other one doesn't seem as amused.

Either way, this is gonna cause a huge dent in my plans.

Batman911

01-14-2006, 09:54 AM

"Well, We can't just give this thing to the police.. I mean, seriously. They wouldnt believe us that some puppet thing is causing all this nonsense" I reply.

"...And what was your plan then?" batman says grimly.

All 4 of us stay silent for a moment.

In reply, I say "One way or another, these guys will pay for their actions"

We then tie up the scared human guy with some sort of thing batman has.

Batman911

01-14-2006, 04:41 PM

bump

Cats

01-14-2006, 09:28 PM

I'm irritable. Haven't had enough sleep, and ended up yelling at a customer. Got berated by the boss again. Came so close to the brink of quitting.

A thought did cheer me up though... estimating the moolah I was gonna get from that little rock in my pocket.

I hear on the streets a man nicknamed Johnny Cash can give me a good deal. I'm supposed to find him in Alister's Bar & Grill, it's where he has his dinner every evening - like clockwork, I was told. Alister's Bar & Grill is a pretty fancy joint, apart from the smoking chimneys at the bar, the wood panelling, dangling lampshades and merune leather seats give a hint of luxury. I cross my fingers as I lay my eyes on the man.

He is a man of medium build, blonde hair with streaks of dirty gold. Dresses proper like a businessman. He has a napkin clipped to his throat, and is busy sawing a large piece of steak. Two burly men sit beside him - I'm guessing his muscle. I approach him but am stopped by a man from the next table - so I realise he has more than two protecting him.

"Where are you going Miss?" he asks.

"I have something Mr Cash over there might be interested in." I say, but Mr Cash doesn't bother to look up.

"Show it to me," says the guy. I'm a little hesistant, I'm just steps away from my customer - but I figure I'll do as I'm told. I lift the rock from out of my pocket, and he snatches it rudely from my hand. Examining the item.

Finally Mr Cash peers up from his 'engaging' dinner, "Let her sit." he says, and the guy nods, putting the rock on the table between me and him. He takes down his napkin, pulls out something that looks like a magnifying glass and studies the diamond. "You have more from where this came from?" he asks.

"If your business is profitable, I may get more." I promise. He grins and leans back on his chair.

"I'll offer you five hundred for this."

But I'm not pleased, such a rock could probably go for 10 grand in a fancy jewellery shop. "I could get a better price elsewhere," I say. And he laughs.

"My price is a good one toots, but I'll up it to one grand just because I like you."

I'm getting somewhere with this guy, I think... "Double it and I'll get you more."

He looks pleasantly surprised, "I like the way this dame works." he tells his men, they nod. "How do I know you won't disappear on me?"

I assure him, "I won't. You have a woman's honor."

And he laughs, "There is little honor in what you do to begin with." I shrug. He stares at the rock a while more. "A thousand and five hundred. And you get me more goods."

"A thousand eight hundred," I barter. He rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"Deal," he says, and shakes my hand. I believe we have the start to a productive partnership. This day ain't all bad.

Infinity9999x

01-14-2006, 09:59 PM

I grab Dick's hand as he reaches down for the man.

"What did you mean by that?" I ask him quietly.

"We can't let him get away with what he does is what I mean," he replies impatiently.

I stare at him coldy for a moment, then reply.

"No,"

"But he's killed hundreds of people, maybe thousands if you think of all the things tied to his gang...it would be justice..."

I walk away from the tied up form of the vantrilliquist, so he can't catch my words.

"I don't kill," I reply shortly to Dick. He opens his mouth to reply but I cut him off.

"No discussion. He goes to the police."

"But it's like I said, who's going to believe some crazy guy who thinks his puppet is a mob boss is going to believe this is scareface?"

"They might not, but we can tie him to the murder of the two men in the alleyway. He's still holding the murder weapon," I reply pointing to the gun.

Dick's angry, I can tell, but he wouldn't understand. I can't kill anyone, even a man like this. He may have someone who still loves him, and I will not, EVER be responisble for creating the grief that I had to endure. I can't.

I start towards the beaten up payphone across the alleyway and kick the puppet lying sparled across the floor. It's wodden limps flop around like wet noodles. I bend down and pick it up. It's a small ganster puppet, complete with the 1930's style hat.

"DON'T TOUCH MR. SCAREFACE!" The vantrilliquist yells, squirming against his bonds.

"YA, GET UR HANDS OFF ME YA DAMN FREAK!" This guy is good, I barley see his throat move as he voices the dummy. It seems he has a special sort of split personality disorder, he brings his violent nature to life through his puppet. It's unusual, I'll have to do some reasearch on him. I toss the lifeless toy aside, and he gives a strangled cry, then starts voicing explanitives at me in his mobster voice.

"Stick to stage shows," I reply, "You're pretty good."

I dial the police, reporting a murder, and then leave the phone hanging, they'll get a trace quick enough. I walk back to the vantrilliquist and scribble a quick note and leave it next to him. Explaining to the police that this is the mobster scareface. I doubt if they'll believe me, but they can't miss the murder.

"Well...," Dick says after a moment, "this wasn't bad teamwork huh?"

I turn back to him quickly, "There is no team. I work alone."

"But...,"

"No discussion." I can't have a partner. He doesn't understand. I can put myself in danger, but I won't endanger others. If someone died because of me.....no, no I just can't.

"The answer is no, I'm sorry....." I play dumb, pretending to not know his name. Dick doesn't know my identity, and I plan to keep it that way.

"Nightwing," he responds.

"I'm sorry Nightwing. But I don't take partners."

Dick looks away for a moment, then responds slowly, "Fine...but..." he turns back to say something, but I'm already gone.

He stands in dark alleway for a moment, as the soft drizzle of rain mists down on him. The sounds of sirens grow louder as the cars grow nearer, and he too slowly fades off into the shadows. I watch him as he sprints off and flips up onto a firescape and climbs over a building before turning away. I made sure he didn't have any second thoughts. I didn't Know Dick was in such good shape though. He's very nimble, and with that leg to hold him down. He must have been training for this for a while.

I slink back into the shadows as a group of policemen flood the alleyway, bending down over the form of the vantrilliquist, still throwing out swearwords in his mobster voice. Well at least one thing went right, but I'm still going to watch over the warhead tommarrow. Scareface's men may still try something, even if he's out of the picture.

As I travel back towards my home, I wonder if I shouldn't have stayed to make sure nothing went wrong with the police. But then, Scareface is really nothing more then a normal man with a puppet...it's not like he's a master escape artist like myself. I mean, how much can a man with a puppet do?

Batman911

01-14-2006, 10:36 PM

Im sitting on a rooftop right now wondering things. Im starting to get second thoughts on that puppet. The police probably didn't get him, and if they did I bet hes out of jail by now. I'm not sure what to do. But I am sure, that one way or another, my parents will be avenged. I don't know why Batman does what he does. But he has to be friggin rich to do what he does. Someone like Bruce Wayne or something. He dosent want to work with me. He dosent think I am good enough. He thinks I will fail. He thinks I can't do it. Well hes wrong. Its going to be batman and nightwing working together on this crime, and as long as im here hes not going to stop me. Ah what am I talking about? Its getting very late Im gonna get some sleep. I go home and go to bed. I still keep thinking about batman though, and if the phsyco puppet is in jail or not.

Infinity9999x

01-15-2006, 12:38 AM

Oh, just a quick Question to R-Taco, is Scareface's puppet actually a sentient being or is he just a puppet? I was under the impression he was just a puppet but I wasn't sure. I know in some Batman comics they made it seem like the puppet may have actually been alive or something like that because I was just wondering.

R-Taco

01-15-2006, 03:02 AM

Infinity9999x

01-15-2006, 12:59 PM

Scarface is one of Wesker's personalities, but the dummy itself is just a dummy.

kk just makin sure.

Dark Guardian

01-15-2006, 01:45 PM

<< Ok, I've been watching this RP for awhile and I think you guys are doing pretty good. I'm about to launch another Gotham RP like this one over at Gotham Knight Forums. Now I'm not asking you to desert this RP, but maybe if you'd like to get into a bigger RP with more players and a well designed system then maybe you'd like to take a look. If you're not interested, or think I'm taking liberties here I'll understand, but if you're interested heres the link:
http://gothamknightforums.forumsplace.com/index.html >>

Batman911

01-15-2006, 05:02 PM

anyways. lets get back to the story guys

Infinity9999x

01-15-2006, 05:08 PM

kk, oh and Dark Guardian I wouldn't mind looking at the other RPG but i'm definatley not leaving this one. I couldn't see the new RPG in the forum link you provided tho.

And ya, I'm just kinda waiting for R-Taco to pick up with the story right now or one of the other guys.

R-Taco

01-15-2006, 09:46 PM

"Ughhh..."

I's layin' on the ground, probly wounded. I can't move. There' something wrong with my legs...

The Dummy, I can see 'im. He's tied up with something, sniveling. He shoulda gotten up when I told 'im to.

Den I hears sirens, from around da corner. They's gettin' louder. ****. Dis was gonna be the biggest day of my life. I was gonna be #1. Now, I ain't nothin'.

A cop car parks nearby. Some cops step out. From what I's hearin', one of 'em's named Gordon. He looks at me, like I'm some kinda freak. I guess that's all I am now, without my boys. A helpless freak.

Then he turns 'round and looks at da Dummy. He picks up some note I saw the Bat leave on 'im earlier, and he reads it aloud to one of the other cops:

"This is the mobster known as Scarface. Signed, ...'Batman.'"

WHAT?! Is that winged idiot missin' half 'is brain?! How the hell could he mistake that little worm for me?! Then the cops keep talkin':

"What do you think?" the one named Gordon asks.

"I dunno. Are we really supposed to beleive that this guy is the
dangerous mob boss we've been looking for?" Another cop responds.

"Perhaps we should ask him," Gordon suggests. Then he turns to Wesker again.

"Just who are you, exactly?"

"Well," the Dummy starts, "I-I'm..."

"Don't you say nothin', Dummy!" I barked at 'im. There was no way I was lettin' him give me away to da cops.

As soon as dey hear me, all the cops do is stare at the stupid ventriloquist.

There's gotta be something wrong with da water in dis city, I think to myself.

Cats

01-16-2006, 12:01 AM

Johnny Cash kept to his end of the bargain, I have the cash in my pocket, and a grin on my face. My watch says 11:17pm, that meeting took longer than expected. Nonetheless it's time I'm willing to spare.

The streets are bare, for once. Perhaps it was the rain that forced people indoors. The rain has stopped now though, the only thing left is the dampness on the road that makes my boots squeak like kiddie shoes.

I tug the khaki hued knitted trenchcoat more tightly over my shoulders. The night is chilly... And I notice a discarded newspaper on a bench, glued to the seat because of the wetness of the paper. I glance over... just so I can tell myself that I'm still keeping track of the news, although I should probably be reading a tad more.

"Ventriloquist a.k.a Mob Boss?" reads the headlines. I glance through the article with my head tilted so the words appear straight for me. The picture corresponding to the article is of a thin bespecaled man who looks somewhat unsure of himself... nervous even. Him? A mob boss? I laugh out loud. The goons working for him must really have one lobe less to their brain.

I shake my head on the thought. People will do anything for money these days. And I realise ironically how relevant that is to myself as well. But then again... life was never fair for most people. We can only do what we can to even up the odds.

But answering to a puppet? That's taking things a little far.

Infinity9999x

01-16-2006, 10:28 PM

I slowly sip the fake champange in the classy resturant as I lean back in one of their eloquent mahogany chairs. It's a high profile place, lots of stars and high class people like to eat here. I hate it, but Alfred said if I don't start making some public appearances, the public will wonder what I do with my time.

I didn't pick this location soley for the purpose of showing myself though, it serves another purpose. It's barely two blocks away from the army air force base that the warhead is located at. I can glance out the window and have an easy view of the base. The floor I'm on is thirty stories up, and the walls are all crystal clear glass. Perfect if you want to gaze out onto the city. Not that I really think I need to worry yet, if anyone is going to try something, it's most likely going to be under cover of darkness. And since Batman is most effective during the night, I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and take Bruce Wayne out to a nice early dinner.

The diamond chandaliers send tiny bits of light sparkling around the room like tiny pixies dancing upon the expensive table cloths and carpeting. As I sit mulling over my thoughts, a woman catches my eye. She's pretty, very pretty. Tall, athletic looking, with long ebony hair. I haven't seen her before, which is unusual because I've had the misfortune of meeting almost every high class society member in the city. There's something diffrent about her, though I can't quite put my finger on it.

After a small internal debate I get up and casually walk over to her table.
"Mind if I take a seat?" I ask, flashing my millionare playboy smile that the media says is so entrancing.

She seems almost annoyed that someone like me is bothering her. It's not a smug, stuck up attitude either. Those types are usually the ones to bow down and practically kiss my feet, since I usually have enough money to make them seem like puapers. I almost get the feeling that she detests my company, because of my status, which is unusual.

"I don't mind I suppose," She replies, "I wasn't saving the seat for anyone."

"Thanks, I came alone too, and I just wanted a little company I suppose, I'm..."

"Bruce Wayne I know," She replies, "It's hard not to recognize someone who's face appears in the tabliods almost as much as brittany spears. But I must say I'm surprised you're not accompanied by a attractive woman. I hear you have quite a reputation."

"Ahh...well I don't ask to have my face blown up on those rags, and I think my reputation is a bit...exagerrated," I give her a small smile, "it seems you're judging me a bit harshly by reputation Ms....?"

"Ms. Kyle, Selina Kyle," She replies, and her expression softens a bit, "Well I'm sorry if I offended you Mr. Wayne, it's just that I don't find many men who have your amount of wealth and power to be very...."

"Good people?"

"For lack of a better word yes," she replies, "I may have come on a bit strong because of it."

"Don't worry," I reply, "It's understandable, I hope you'll find that I'm not as pigheaded as some of the men I work with."

She surveys me with a scruntinizing stare, as if she's trying to find the amount of truth to my words.

"Do I seem alright so far?" I venture.

"I suppose so, but the jury's still out."

I smile again as I lean forward a bit on the white tablecloth, "Well, it is nice to meet a woman who judges a man only by the size of his wallet."

"Oh I'm definiatley not one of the those people Mr. Wayne."

"I can tell," I reply arching my eyebrows a bit, "So Ms. Kyle, how does a woman like you suddenly show up at one of the nicest resturants in Gotham? If you forgive me for asking, I don't think I've ever heard of you before."

"Oh a little of this and a little of that," She replies with the smallest of smirks, "I'm a bit of a self made woman I guess you could say. I came up here because I heard it was one of the best places in Gotham."

"What do you think?"

"I think I prefer the sushi in Chinatown."

I let out a little laugh. I've never met a woman like this before, mysterious too. It seems that new woman are just popping up in my life.

"Well we're in agreement there, I've never really been a fan of the food here either."

"Well Mr. Wanye, how does a man like yourself end up here?"

"I suppose it's the view, and it's quiet, a good rest from my normal activities. It's one of the few places you can sit, and not worry about being mobbed by paparazzi, or by other members of the high class that like to bore me with tales about their mistresses or how they spend their wealth."

She looks at me with a bit of a surprised look, "Now, I had you to be fitted out as one of those."

"Well, if there's one thing you'll learn about me it's that I'm no where near what you'd expect"

She gives me a small smile and a nod of her head, "Apparently."

After taking a small sip from her glass she stands to her feet, "Well Mr. Wayne, I must be on my way, but it has been a pleasure talking to you. Maybe I'll see you again sometime."

"Yes, that would be nice," I reply, standing up with her. Picking up her coat she gives me a small smile and turns, walking out of the room.

Well, now there is an interesting woman.

Nietzsche

01-17-2006, 08:43 AM

The gansta planning that warhead deal was arrested it turns out. Calls yhimself scarface. Funny, I'd never heard of him before, but it turns out he was one of gothams most feared and powerful bosses. Must have been very clever to get so little attention. Well, he's behind bars now, which isn't exactly what I wanted. If I wanted that warhead I needed his guys there too so they'd get the blame if anything went wrong. I doubt the'yll still be wanting to go trhough with it what with their boss in jail.

However, I need that warhhead more than ever. Got an offer I just cannot refuse. I put the word out, you see, to some of my middle eastern buyers, not to mention others around the globe, and got some nice offers. But one guy offered more than the other six combined. I don't know he works for, he just says he's a representative of someone very powerful. Someone I could do with being on the right side of. Some of these foreign guys are evry powerful people, you don't want to rub them up the wrong way. Anyway, the guy gave his name as Henri Duccard. Doesn't sound very arabic. I wonder who he's working for. Could be anyone. Anyway, the money I can make from this fella is more than I ever imagined and almost enough to finance my other plans. The big ones.

Well, I'm just gonna have to go ahead with this heist now. I've got the best working for me. Ninja's. They won't get caught. they don't know their working for me anyhow. Haha. They think their working for Oswaldd Copplepot. He's used them before, he always gives them a certain fake name and I'm using the same one. There's not much i don't know about the criminal underworld in gotham, even Oswald Copplepot, a weirdo british arms dealer who's only been here a year or two. Anyway, I've got my back covered. No one knows it's me. The Ninja's pick up the goods and then drop it off where I told them too, my own private facilty out of town.

Hmmmmmmm, thinking how little I klnew about that scarface guy. mabe it's best to have him behind bars. haha it's just more for gordon to sought out too. Oh, look at the time! In eight hours I should have me a warhead! I hope this Duccard guy doesn't change his mind!

Cats

01-17-2006, 11:29 AM

Mr Wayne... the elusive bachelor from the tabloids I keep hearing about. Fancy bumping into him here - or perhaps not. I'm not exactly a fan of luxury dining, but tonight I'm here on a mission. I'd like to term it 'bird-watching'. A little trick I've devised to spot the best catches in Gotham - where other place would do better than the Crystal Palace, Gotham's most prestigious restaurant.

Of course first I've had to blow a quarter of my most recent payment on this dark satin gown I'm wearing. But I'm guessing it'll be worth the money. Diamond jewellery is commonplace here. I just have to pick which 'little bird' to catch.

If not for Mr Wayne's intrusion, I could've had more time to select my 'bird', but this one isn't too bad. I'm not complaining. Blonde, thick make-up, dolled up for the night with an inch wide diamond studded bracelet, ruby pendant around her neck, and dazzling crystal earrings. I'm betting the bracelet will fetch the most money. She's got her toy boy entwined around her arm, they're laughing, pecking... all lovey dovey. A distraction I could use to my advantage.

The toy boy has a volvo... no surprise there. Though I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one who bought it for him. He opens the door for her, like a real gentleman. She stumbles on her skirt a little... I think she's drunk. Laughing like a lunatic as he closes the door. I smirk at the thought of how she won't be laughing for long.

I slip over to my second hand scarlet Chevrolet - not a Volvo but certainly functional. And then I trail them... not too closely that they notice I'm there, but close enough to guess the general direction.

7th Avenue... no surprise there. They pull into a peach-colored bungalow with fancy steeples even. A forked iron fence surrounds the compound... nothing I can't handle. I stop a moderate distance away from the bungalow, in a dark enough corner of the neighbourhood, and slip into costume. Fortunately the rich love privacy, so do I.

I peer in through the bushes from the outside to look for security cameras. But there aren't. Tsk tsk... doesn't she know she's putting herself up for probable burglary? After a roam around her private space by an intruder she might wise up a little, and I'll gladly volunteer. I grin to myself, loop my whip around the fence and begin to climb.

It was easy enough getting over the fence and across the yard - I just need to scale the wall to the lighted room on the second floor - again... easy prey. She will wise up though... when she does, I'll be gone.

I hear the tinkle of classical music playing on the stereo as I latch onto the window. I gain some footing from the rock toned exterior wall and peep into the room. I notice the couple frolicking on a king-sized bed behind a velvet curtain, and the jewellery scattered on the ground - as if she had been in a hurry to get them off. All the better for me... finders' keepers.

I pull myself into the room as quietly as possible. The crystal earrings are conveniently placed close to the window, I snag them first. And toy boy's wallet... At first I put the whole thing into my sack, then I decide to be kind and just take the cash, dumping the wallet back onto the ground. They're still getting rough with each other behind the curtain... gives me more time to look around - Oh, I see her purse. The zip opened, its contents spilling onto the floor. I grab the few notes I see, and the ruby necklace I'd been eyeing. But where is that bracelet? It's not anywhere on the ground... that's when I realise the woman might still be wearing it.

Damn... I say to myself. And start to wonder if I should make off with what I have. But no! I really want that bracelet. It was the reason why I'd picked her and her alone.

"Wait," I whisper to myself, and slip under their bed in anticipation. They go on for what seems like hours, giggling, screaming... and when I begin to wonder if the wait is worth it, they quieten down and eventually I hear snoring.

Slowly, I rise up from under the bed and realise it's the miss who's snoring - that was unexpected. But not like I give a damn. I just want little o' sparkly that I've been waiting for. Fortunately for me, her arm is left hanging over the edge of the bed, making it easy for me to unhook the clasps, and remove the precious... taking it into my care.

Right then I'm feeling great, like I'm on top of the world. But then I remember my manners. I find a pen and a pad of paper on the dresser - and I sign "Meow" like I did in the last apartment. A nice signature so they know I've been there and that I say thank you for the goods. I tear it off and slip it into her open hand before I blow a kiss goodbye.

I've done it once again... and I didn't set off any alarm. But perhaps this one was just a tad too easy. But hey... I won't complain. Any money is good money. I make my way back to my car, change back to plain clothes and leave the scene.

Johnny Cash is in for a treat.

Infinity9999x

01-17-2006, 07:12 PM

I was right, nothing did happen during the day. I spent the remainder loungeing about, pretending to be just another billionare on a lazy weekend.

The moon is high is the sky, and now it's finally time for me to do some real work. Standing atop the very resturant I was dining at earlier, I fire my grapple across the valley of buildings to a tall lamp post by one of the Air Plane Hangers. It would be slow and tedious work to try to enter the heavily gaurded hanger from the ground, but from the sky...well that's something they won't expect.

The wind buffets me on the high building, I take a deep breath, and launch myself into space, hands clinging to the grapple. I soar through the air, my cape billowing out behind me. The wind whips my face at an exhilarating speed, a small grin comes to my face. Now this is a rush.

As I near the hanger, I hit the realease on my grapple and it slides back into my gun. I open up my cape, it takes the wind in it and slows my descent, but I'm still coming down fast. When I hit the roof my shock asorbers take the brunt of it, but it still almost knocks the breath out of me. I need to resdesign the cape. More of a parachute type maybe. No matter, I'll have to think about it later.

I silently slide down the side of the curved structure and land softly on the ground. It takes me a while to locate the hanger the jet is in, I had to be extra careful to avoid detection from the numerous amount of guards patrolling the base.

I chuck a stone at the entrance of the hanger with the warhead, and the guards standing in front of the plane quickly come to the alert, a few walk over to inspecft. While their heads are turned I quietly slip into the shadows and settle myself down behind some boxes of various equiptment.

Now all I have to do is wait....

Cats

01-18-2006, 12:03 AM

My trip to Alister's Bar & Grill paid off pretty handsomely. I'm 20 grand richer today, plus it's a Saturday. I don't work Saturdays. I decide I deserve a treat and snooze on a little later, but the kitties think it's time I get up so they nudge and call till I completely sit up. I'm operating on clockwork, pouring them milk, biscuits, and crunching down some cereals myself.

By then I'm a little more alert so I do some stretching. I'm not as flexible as I once was - but I still keep my muscles toned since I ended the dance classes all those years back while mother was still alive. That was about the only good thing she gave me. To be truthful, I can't remember much about her... apart from all that crying, alcohol and attempted suicides. But who would blame her? My 'so-called' dad wasn't exactly pleasant. He's still out there somewhere, but I don't care to look for him. Who needs family when you can depend on you.

After brunch... well, actually lunch, on account that it's 2pm now... I grab an apple and head on down the street. I'm in a good mood so I actually pay for my paper today. But it's the same old crap about terrorists in the middle-east strapping bombs to themselves, american soldiers losing limbs while world leaders sit around in plush palaces and discuss peace. I remember why I don't read the papers as much these days, so I roll it up and put it under my arm as I finish up my apple and toss the core into a bin.

I could've driven, but I decided to walk and enjoy the sights today as I take the turn into 37th street, also what is commonly dubbed Crime Alley. And take the stairs into the shelter. I hear the television blaring, kids and adults huddled round the 21inch tv to watch Madonna's latest video. Those who recognize me give me a nod, I nod back, and take a peek.

"What? Is that Flashdance?" I ask. The outfit and the woollen boots look familiar.

"Yeah yeah, she's really cool," someone says, I'm not sure I know him.

"Madonna rawks!" yells another, and some of them laugh. So do I.

"Say... where is Ms Thompkins?" I ask, and they point me to her office down the hall. So I say my goodbyes and head on down.

But as I approach, I hear a second voice... a male's. Before I can make out what they're saying, they stop talking, and the door opens. I'm lost for words for a moment when I lay my eyes on the man - what are the chances of meeting someone twice over a week by accident? He's seemingly stunned himself.

"Are you stalking me Mr Wayne?" I ask as a joke... although at this moment I partially mean it.

He breaks into a silly grin, "I would've thought it was you who was stalking me Ms Kyle."

I laugh... only at the audacity of this guy to believe every girl on the street would be hopelessly falling for him. "Well I'm no stalker," ok... I lie. But I certainly didn't stalk him.

"So what brings you to this part of town," he asks, and I don't really think I want to say too much.

Thankfully Ms Thompkins saves me from the awkwardness, "Selina comes here some weekends to volunteer at the shelter. She's been a great help." She gives me a warm smile, like the perfect mother... if only she had been mine. I smile back, and remember the packet in my bag. Am about to pass it to her when she continues, "I see the two of you need no introduction, but in case you were wondering Selina, Bruce has kindly offerred to pay for the extension of the west wing."

My eyes widen, but I try not to look too surprised. In my bag is the hard earned 20k I was prepared to give up for the extension, but along comes Mr Wayne and ruins my plans. I'm not too happy... although I'm secretly curious as to why he gives a damn about the homeless in Crime Alley. It's almost unheard of that anyone of wealth comes to this bad part of town, especially not one of such stature as the great Bruce Wayne. Perhaps what he said about his reputation being exaggerated was true after all.

Batman911

01-18-2006, 08:34 PM

Meanwhile somewhere in a town called bludhaven, near gotham...................

I'm starting to begin to become better at my crime fighting. I have already put around a dozen crooks into the jail cells. The police do not know me yet, I just like to leave little notes i write that just say "Nightwing. get used to it." My city has come to like me a bit. I'm not going to go all out and say im better than batman, my incounter with him those nights were pretty damn crazy. Hes the best crime fighter i know. I havent gotten in touch with Bruce latley, I guess he has been busy with all his crazy rich people partys and stuff. He wouldn't understand what its like to be nightwing, he just goes and flirts with girls all the time, has no life really. As for Batman, I don't know really what hes been up to latley, havent seen much in the papers this past week. I told myself this morning that I would only go to gotham to fight crime if a big crime happened of some sort, somewhat what "scareface" and his attempt was. Im still kind of curious as to who batman really is. It has to be someone rich, because unlike my suit, his has a bunch of gadgets and hes well perpared......... But for now ill just keep doing my job (i work as a restaurant waiter on the east end of gotham.. yeah it doesnt pay much)

Batman

01-18-2006, 09:09 PM

<The Joker>

I walk across the eastern part of town.Bad place to be.Lots of crime.Lots of hobos.Lots of trash.Lots of little nothings that could ruin a person's life.

...My Kinda Place!

Walking along,I notice a pimp on the street,selling some kind of cheap colone.Though it's not the colone I'm interested in...It's that devilishly suave looking fedora and the long purple jacket He's wearing.Even matches my tie.Heh.Since I obviously deserve it more than him,You know what they say...Finders Keepers,Losers Die!

...

Oh,wait...that's not it.Eh,I'll remember the right phrase later...

...Or not.HAHAHAHA!

I walk up to the man,pretending to check out his product.Personally,I couldn't really give a damn about it,though.

"Whoah,Man!Thas Some Outta Sight Lookin' Threads Ya Got."

I look up at him,grinning.

"Why thank you,Sonny!You could say I have an eye for fashion!Heh Heh..."

His eyes widen,looking at my face.Well,not just my face.My whole head.What,Has the man never seen a guy with grass green hair,chalk white skin,and an overexaggerated ruby smile before?HAHA!

"Damn...You gots some pretty f'ed up looks there,Man..."

I take the gun,and shoot him in the head.There,right on the street.No one sees it,no one looks up.Must be used to it.

...I think I'll come back here,later!HAHAHAHA!

I look down at my newly motionless friend.I grin,again...not that it's hard to do.

"Actually,I like my looks.They give off a certain charm,I feel.Of course,why should my opinion matter?I'm INSANE!HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I look up and down at his jacket.

"Though I must say...You're not so bad yourself,in the fashion department,My hole-in-the-head aqquaintance.HAHA!I think I'll sample some of your fashion for myself,if you don't mind..."

I take his fedora off of his head,and shake it up and down,making it seem he's nodding 'yes'.

"Heheh...You're not such a bad guy,once you get past the cheap colone.Here...Have a memento..."

Pulling his jacket from his lifeless body,I put it on,and place one of my Joker cards from my pocket into his shirt pocket.

"Give ole' Adolf and Eddie Gein My regards!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Putting the fedora on my head,I look over at his colone.

...Say...Maybe I could use some of this.Chemistry was always my best subject in school...Maybe I could use it to whip up something even better!And more toxic!Heh..

I take a whiff of the colone.

...I can definatley make something that smells a hell of alot better,if anything!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Taking my cane,I push his cart of colone infront of me,and push it along,whistling more Looney Tunes as I stroll along on my merry way.Upon reaching the corner,I hear a news report from one of the hobo's old radios.Must've found in the garbage,somewhere...Heh.

'Still No Word From Mayor Thorne On The Recent Rise In Mafia Enforcement,Following A Recent Chase Of The Notorious Gang Leader 'Scarface'.Though There Are Some Witnesses Who Claimed To Have Gotten A Glimpse Of The City's Mysterious Vigilante,Dubbed 'The Bat Man',Who Has Still Not Been Apprehended By Local Authorities.Though No Photographic Evidence Or Video Was Given,Many Claim The Figure Resembles More Of A Creature Than A Man.However,There Is Still No Wor-'

I shoot the radio,causing sparks to fly,which scares away to hobos.

...'The Bat Man'?The Bat Man?!

Haha...That's a riot!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What's next,Bigfoot?Or How About UFOS?No...I got it...Scientologists!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

...Oh...wait...those exist.

I shake my head,and walk along.If these idiots in Gotham City believe a giant Bat is after them...Wait till they see MY grand entrance!It'll knock their superstitious socks off!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Infinity9999x

01-18-2006, 09:31 PM

I shift a bit on my legs to ease my stiffened muscles. I try to keep alert as I stand hunched downed behinded the boxes, but my mind keeps wandering to my encounter with Ms. Kyle earlier today. There was something about her....but I just can't place it. Hmm...well, I suppose it'll just have to wait.

As I wait longer I figure I might get lucky, maybe no one will show up. I just hope I'm not too tired for tomarrow, I have an appointment with Leslie today. I'm donating some money to her. It's the least I can do after all she's helped me with. She was the only other person besides Alfred that I let get close to me after the ....incident. She's like a second mother.

My thoughts are scattered as I hear a silent grunt out by where the guards are standing. I see one already on the ground, the others are tangled up by men dressed in black. Most of them get their necks snapped, the lucky ones are just knocked unconsious.

My eyes narrow...damn nijas...just what I needed. This is going to be a long night.

Cats

01-19-2006, 11:12 AM

"Hey kids, thanks for the great game, but I've gotta run," I yell to the boys, whisking the yellow-ing baseball to one of them.

They moan, and wave, "Ok bye Selina!" I wave and head on down to Ms Thompkin's office. The sun has set, and that package is still with me. I decide I'm gonna give it to the shelter no matter whether the extension is paid for. They could probably use it for something else.

As I approach her office I hear voices again. 'Mr Wayne? Back so soon?' I think to myself. But there seems to be more than one man, and the voices are gruff.

"Ms Thompkins?" I call out, and the voices stop. "Are you alright Ms Thompkins?"

The knob begins to turn, and as the door swings open, I see three large men standing around Leslie. One of them is wielding a bat, another has a gun tucked in his belt. I recognize one of the guys - he works for Johnny Cash. He's the one who was sitting at the other table and stopped me on my first visit. I can see he recognizes me too, but we feign ignorance for the moment.

"What's going on?" I ask, although I can probably guess. Extortion, plain and simple. In this part of town, nobody's surprised.

"I can handle this dear, don't worry," Leslie says calmly, I can see she's dealt with their kind more than enough. But I don't trust these guys, and I don't like that at least one of them has links with my money man.

"Scoot on miss, this doesn't involve you," says one of them. But I'm not about to back down.

"What involves Ms Thompkins involves me," I insist. And for what seems like an extended amount of time they stare me into the eye as I glare back, they can read that I'm unafraid. I wait for them to make the first move so I have a reason to bash their faces in.

"Come'on guys," says Johnny Cash's man, "We can continue this another day." And eventually the guys leave.

Ms Thompkins shuts the door behind them and seems pleased, "Thank you for standing up to them Selina. I treasure the thought... but they will be back."

I agree, this isn't the first time it's happened, "I know. What did they want this time?"

"Money..." she sighs. "They know we're getting the new wing, they know there'll be money involved."

"Vultures!" I growl, and wonder if there's anyway to turn things around. Perhaps I should start with a visit to Johnny Cash. "Take this..." I pass her the 20grand, and she gasps.

"You haven't been..." and I cut her off mid-sentence.

"I got lucky Ms Thompkins, and I earned it fair and square. Hide it so if the guys come back they won't get it."

She suddenly appears disappointed, "I don't want you pinching pockets again Selina. We've been through that."

I realise she knows me all too well, but still... "I didn't. I swear." But I don't tell her it's houses I'm pinching now, not pockets.

She falls for it... fortunately, and gives me a hug. "Thank you dear, and bless you."

"Call me if they come around again, ok?"

She laughs, "You think a lady like myself can't take on three little boys?" I like that her sense of humor is back.

"I know you can Ms Thompkins... but, just to be sure," I wink and she nods in appreciation.

I turn to leave and am mid-way gone when I hear her shout down the hallway, "And don't forget give Bruce a call." It's then I remember his namecard in my purse - he'd slipped it to me this afternoon before he left in a hurry. Business to attend to, he said. Who knows what business that is... But I realise the thought of that namecard had completely slipped my mind. I wouldn't normally call a guy, and especially not one as cocky as Mr Wayne, but it occurs to me that it'll be his charity that those roaches will be after. Will probably have to warn him or something...

I wonder if he's asleep this time of night.

Infinity9999x

01-19-2006, 06:59 PM

I silently pull out two batarangs laced with a small nero toxin. Only potent enough to knock someone out. With a flick of my wrist the two projectiles land themselves in the chest and the lower neck of two of the nijas. They hit the ground like a back of rocks.

As I leap out from my cover, I hurl two gas pellets into the crowd. The gas explodes into the air with a bang, and I see the dark forms covering their faces. I pull up a small elastic band around my chin that covers my open mouth, but still alows me to breathe. My nightvision lenses allow me to see, and I fly straight into the fray.

I hit the closest one in front of me in the back of the head hard, and my enforced gauntlet certainly doesn't cusion anything. He hits the ground with a thud. The others are smarter, they backpedal quickly, trying to stay out of my range.

One takes out a small automatic with a silencer, I dive sideways and roll, but I still get clipped in the leg. The impact hurts like hell but I have to keep moving so it won't tighten up. I pull out another gadget, it's simmilar to the grapple, but it's more a weapon. I pull the trigger and a batarang with a rope attached to the end fires out and wraps around the one with the gun, pining his arms to his sides. He stumbles backwards and falls.

But his actions cost me time, the others have recovered and they're pulling out their weapons. I dive behind a pile of crates as bullets pepper the ground where I was moments before.

I pull out a small flash grenade and close my eyes as I hurl it over my shoulder. The explosion is greated by the cries of those who weren't smart enough to sheild themselves.

I leap around over the crates, three of the nijas are clutching their eyes, blinded for the moment. I go for the three still standing, leaping towards them. I take a hard hit in the ribs, but my armor takes the brunt of it. Kicking out hard, I snap the knee of the one on my right, and he goes down with a howl. I block the swipe of a sword from the one my left, catching it in the spikes of my forearm gauntlet. Twisting around I snap the blade, and hurl my cape out at the one in front of me. The led tipped spikes of the end of the cape rake the face of the nija and he stumbles back with a cry.

The other one is quicker though, while his companions are incapacitated for the moment, he pulls out a knife and lunges. I get in a good punch while he leaves himself open, but his moment carries him into me. The knife blade snaps on my chest, but the blow takes the breath out of me. We tumble backwards, and I tuck my legs under him then kick out, sending him flying over my head into the crates. I turn back to the nija who's eyes were scrathched by my cape and kick him hard in the stomach, sending him flying to the ground.

I stand up slowly, wincing a bit, it feels like I'm bruised everywhere, but it's alright. At least I kept the warhead safe. It's luanching tomarrow, so I don't think anyone's going to tamper with it.

* * *

I didn't do much today, except donate the money to Lesile, and meet Ms. Kyle in the process. Odd, Leslie never mentioned her. But I suppose it's not that important. I basically just tried to hide the fact that I feel like I'm ready to fall apart. My body is basically one big bruise, but I'm going to have to live with it, it's part of the job. No one did try anything else with the warhead. It got off successfully, but I never did find out who the nijas were working for. They were all mute. The bastards had cut their tounges out. Whatever agency they worked for was definatley a high ranking buisness.

Well, I push it out of my mind as I settle into my bed, I decided to get a few hours of rest tonight. My meditation helps catch up energy, but a body can only take so much.

Just as I lie down the phone rings....
"Perfect," I grunt to myself as I reach towards the reciever, "don't people ever call at normal hours?"

Cats

01-20-2006, 10:32 AM

"Hello...?" comes a voice on the receiver, a dull one. I realise I might've called at the wrong hour.

"Bruce Wayne?" I ask meekly, I feel bad for waking him up.

But on his next reply he sounds like the 'Mr Wayne' I got to know over the past two days, cheery... brimming on the point of irritating, "Bruce, call me Bruce. Oh hey... is that Ms Kyle? So you did call me back."

"Umm... yeah," and I start to wonder why I did. "This is no social call though."

"What's wrong?" he replies, his pitch suddenly dropping one octave lower. And I think that this fella is seriously weird, the way he swings from one mood to another... it's almost like witnessing an actor at work. I suppose that's how he gets the ladies. High profile playboys like him are never sincere.

"Well... I don't know if this is a good time for you. I'm sorry that I caught you sleeping," I apologise.

"No no... I'm fine. I'm used to late nights," he says, and I believe him. I shake my head at the thought of all the ladies he spent seducing at night. What a tramp! I stop feeling guilty about calling him at this time.

"Anyway... I just wanted to send a word of caution. I was at Ms Thompkins' earlier where you left us, and there've been a couple of hooligans sniffing around - trying to get the cash that you gave to her for the new wing. If there's some other way of transferring the funds so that no one can get their hands on the money except her, I'd advise you to try that."

"Hooligans? Who do you mean?"

I ponder telling him about the guy that I recognize but I hesistate, it'd expose an aspect of my life I'd rather nobody know about. "Oh... I don't know. Some bullies off the street, looking for a quick buck."

"I'll make a trip down tomorrow Selina, let Leslie know," he says, and I'm surprised that he used my first name before I told him he could. But I guess it doesn't really matter at this point in time.

"Alright, I'll be there tomorrow morning," I look at the clock and realise it's already 'tomorrow'. But this matter had best be settled before the boys decided to come back to 'play'. Plus tomorrow will be Sunday, which means one more day of weekend before I go back to work. By then I don't think I'd be able to spare the time... at least the boss doesn't let me off easily unless I'm dead sick.

"I'll see you then. Goodbye Ms Kyle," his tone is upbeat once again - and oh? Are we on a last name basis now? 'Strange man', I say to myself... 'and getting stranger by the hour'.

"Goodbye erm... Bruce," I reply, and am able to hear him chuckling on the other side of the line. What was that about?

I disconnect my line and get to bed. 'Tomorrow' is just a few hours away.

Infinity9999x

01-20-2006, 03:22 PM

I walk into the run down building that Leslie operates in, shaking my head at the sorry state it's in. If men like the ones Selina had told me about left her alone, she'd be fine but....well people like them keep this city at the low level it's been acheveing lately.

I open up the door to Leslie's study and peek in, she's hard at work with some forms.

"Hello Leslie," I say with a smile as I walk in and swoop her up in a big hug.

"Ahh Bruce, I'm guessing Selina called you down here," Leslie says when I set her back at her feet, staring up at me through her spectacles.

"Well yes...and I thought I could help you with that..."

Leslie gives me a stern look, "You mean that little boogeyman you created can help me with that?" Even though she's more then a foot shorter then me, she still has the ability to make me feel like I'm two feet tall. Just like I'm still a kid when she used to scold me for spilling my drink.

"You and Alfred never quit do you?" I say as I sit down heavily in an old chair.

"No, and that's understandable seeing as how we're the ones that have to sew you up after you've goten the stuffing kicked out of you," Leslie responded, enforceing the look she was giving me.

"And I still don't think that it's a good outlet for you, it's not a normal way for a man to outlet his feelings..."

"Well I've never exactlaly been a normal man now have I?" I respond with a small grin.

"I know what you think Leslie," I say walking over to her and lying a hand on her shoulder, "but you're not my psychiatrist anymore, and I'm going to do this no matter what."

Leslie gives me a small scowl shaking her head, "Stubbourn, just like you mother."

The door creaks open again and Selina Kyle enters.

"Oh hello Bruce, I didn't expect you to be so...early."

"Well, I couldn't let matters wait where Leslie's involved, she's practically my mother."

Selina gives me a surprised look. She obviously didn't expect someone like me to be associated with Leslie.

"Really?" She says, raising her eyebrows.

"Certainly," Leslie replies, "after Bruce's parents...." I glance at her quickly. I don't know Ms. Kyle that well yet, and I don't like to have people pining over my loss. It's bad enough to have some old millionare friend who used to work for my father coming up to me and telling me how sorry he is that I didn't know my parents, without having the people I barley know doing the same things.

"Well yes...as a child," Leslie continues, "I used to watch Bruce. Quite a bit actually...." Leslie frowns as if remebering somthing, "wait...now I remeber, I surprised you two didn't. You've met before. I brought Selina to your house once bruce, when she was younger, oh you two must have been no older then 10. Her mother had me watch her for the day. If I remeber correctly," Leslie smiles, "Selina and you had a bit of a....little squabble."

My eyes widen, I had forgotten about that!

"You were the girl that kicked me in the shin!" I say with a smile, "Well, this is a odd way to remeet. Though I probably deserved what I got when I was younger, I hope we'll have a better relationship now."

Selina's looking at me with a totally diffrent expression now, one hard to read.

"Well, I can honestly say Mr. Wayne, I never would have expected this."

I smile, then turn to Leslie, "So," I say in a more serious tone, "do you have any idea when these men might be back?

"I'm not quite sure...some of the boys over in the shelter warned me they were planning to come back tomarrow. I probably should call the police..." Leslie says. She gives me that look, I can tell she's trying to keep Batman out of this.

"No," I respond, "they won't help. Most of them our crooks anyways, all except maybe that Gordon fellow, but that's about it." I glance over at Selina, to tell the truth, I really wish she hadn't come. It's going to seem suspicious to her if Batman saves Leslie...but it can't be helped I suppose.

"Hmm well maybe now that I think about it," I reply, "I'll see if I can round up a few friends from my highschool days who work for the force. I know a few who aren't that bad. They'll watch the place for you." I can tell Leslie isn't convinced, she knows me too well, but I do actually have a few friends in the force that can help her.

But of course I'll be there too, because someone will have tipped these muggers off, and they'll probably come in through a back way. In which case, the Batman will be waiting for them.

I bid Selina and Leslie goodbye, Selina doesn't look that impressed with me, but it can't be helped. The things I do for secrecy.

Cats

01-20-2006, 10:09 PM

I don't remember all of it, but I do recall glimpses of being deposited in a large house, and being told to play with a boy about the same age as me. But I don't recall the act of 'violence' they mentioned. I laugh at the thought that in my juvenile days I could've kicked the great Bruce Wayne in the shin. If he was really as close to Ms Thompkins as he said he was, I wonder why I'd never seen him with her before. Perhaps then it was a timing thing, and I never did stay at the shelter for long - despite the number of times Ms Thompkins had gotten me off the street. Too proud for my own good.

And then I get curious about what she had to say about his parents but stopped short. The more I think about it, I don't recall ever meeting his folks... only that butler guy that I infuriated by breaking a glass statue. And just when I was thinking back then it'd be cool to have a butler to boss around - I was the one getting bossed around instead. I recall that more clearly than my squabble with Bruce Wayne... but it did hit me in wonderment as to how people live in such large mansions. I'd always dreamt about living in a castle as a child, but after my visit to the Wayne Manor (if indeed that was where it was) and being bored out of my mind for half a day, I remember saying to Ms Thompkins that I much preferred living in my mother's apartment.

I stop in front of Alister's Bar & Grill and gaze through the windows. It's night once more and I can see Johnny Cash dining with Larry, Moe and Curly - or at least that's what I call them now. I enter and Curly (who was at the shelter yesterday) has his brows furrowed. I bet he had gone and done that 'job' without his boss' approval. I hope he's quaking in his seat now.

Johnny looks up from his meal, pleasantly surprised. "Back so soon huh? You have more stuff for me to buy?"

I pull a chair over and glare at Curly who looks like he's going to get up from his seat, "I'd like to have a chat with you Johnny... in private."

Johnny makes a surprised face, "What is it honey? Whatever you wanna say to me can be said in front of the boys."

"No, I think not," I say, and Curly stands up but doesn't say anything. Mr Cash seems to suspect something as he glares at Curly. He tugs the napkin from his throat and dabs his mouth like a gentleman of stature.

"Alright," he says, finally. "We'll talk out back, follow me." And he signals the men to stay put. They nod and sip on their drinks. I follow him as he exits through the backdoor to a deserted alleyway. It's funny how Alister's Bar & Grill can look so pretty on the inside but out back, trash spills out of bins, cockroaches and rats roam the area, and a gooey spill of something that was once possibly edible spreads over some part of the ground, seeping slowly into the drainage system. The smell is horrid, but then what I'm about to say is no better.

"One of your men has been out with another two fellas, extorting money from the homeless shelter in Crime Alley. I figured you'd wanna know about it," I say. And his eyes narrow, but I can't tell what he thinks of the news. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. I don't like the smell of tobacco but I don't complain.

"And how do you know he was... 'extorting money'?" he wags two fingers in the air to accentuate the last two words.

"The men barged in and demanded to get the funds given to housing the poor or they would tear the place down," I don't like that he doesn't trust me. I didn't go back on the deal I had with him, I thought we had found some understanding between us then.

"I see... so how are you involved?"

A strange question, I thought he would ask me more about his man and his side-line. "I care about the homeless Johnny. I will pick off the rich and the arrogant, but why steal from the poor? They haven't much to begin with. Give your man a talking to, will you?"

He stares at me a moment, then nods, whisking his unfinished cigarette bud on the ground and crushing it with his foot. He opens the door and tells his men to come out. I begin to wonder if this is the end of the conversation and I should be leaving, but I realise too late that Johnny wasn't really going to talk to his man. "Would you tell the dame here what happens to a lady when she decides to give Johnny Cash orders?" And his men begin cracking their ankles, gleaming with sadism. They're large, much larger than me, and unconsciously I begin to back up slowly till I touch the wall, and I know there's no escape now. Will have to trust my reflexes.

I swing a leg that contacts with the face of Moe, who's nearest to me. He swerves a little backwards but regains his footing quickly, and I try to slip by him, but I'm too slow. He catches me by the waist and tightens his grip so much that it hurts. I lash out with all that I have, scratching the skin on his face and it takes him by surprise as he lets go. I use the opportunity to take a swipe at Curly, kicking him in the chest and sending him to the ground. But Larry... I forgot about Larry. He grips me by the throat, lifting my feet off the ground. I grab onto his iron-like hand, desperately trying to ease the grip because I can't breathe. But it's useless... I swing my legs in the hope of kicking the man so I can get lucky the way I did with Moe, but still he doesn't let go. My lungs scream for air, and my vision gets blurry as the air tubes in my throat are forced flat in his grip... and for a moment I think that is the moment I die. But then I hear Johnny's voice faintly, "Don't kill her, we still have a use for her yet."

And all at once, his grip loosens, dropping me face first into the grimy floor. I struggle to regain my breath, and for the moment my lungs don't complain about the stench. I just want to stay alive. But before I can fully recover, I'm picked up by the arms by Larry and Moe. I have no more strength to fight these men, I just slump in their grip, gazing listlessly at Curly who has an incredible smug written all over his face. It occurs to me then that like a fool... I trusted Johnny Cash, when the extortion might have been his idea in the first place. And like thunder, Curly smashes me with his fist. Twice into the face, and one in the gut. I hate how these men had never learnt how to treat a lady... although I've never really acted like one. I know I'm going to have bruises tomorrow. My life is in danger and all I can think of is how to hide the bruises tomorrow for work. It's almost hilarious - if it weren't so painful.

Johnny Cash walks over and taps me on the nose like one would a little child. "I hope you've learnt an important lesson today; don't tell your authority what they should or should not do. You work for me... little cat." I look up at him even though my visual isn't as clear as I would want it to be from all the throbbing. And as if he knew what I was thinking, he continues, "Oh yes... I've seen what you did in the papers. Doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. And I will use this against you if you EVER try to be smart again." I begin to worry... it had been a wrong move to get involved with these men. I wish for the moment that I could take it back, but I realise it's not possible. "You work for me now, kitty cat. You take orders from me or you will end up in jail or dead on the streets," his threat rings loud and clear, even though my head is still spinning.

Larry and Moe drop me, and I fall onto the ground again. The men go back into Alister's Bar & Grill, chatting casually as if they had just taken a piss... a piss on me, that what it is. I hate that they think they can control me, but the fact of the matter is they do. Ugly secrets weren't meant to be revealed... and I've got a lot of 'ugly'. I pick myself off the ground, my back is aching and my hair is a mess.

I stumble back to my apartment. Mr Jangles is waiting for me at the stairs again, but I don't pick him up. Thankfully Ms Chin is asleep, I wouldn't want to worry her with the state of my face. I open the door to my apartment, and the meowing begins. But all I feel like doing is having me a nice hot bath, going to bed and never coming out. I feel like hell... and I should too. Stupid mistakes... stupid.

Mr. Socko

01-21-2006, 08:37 PM

Someone gimme a list of the taken.

Infinity9999x

01-21-2006, 09:51 PM

These main characters are taken
nietzsche = rupert thorne
Boywonder13 = gordon
Masterbruce = The Joker
Infinity9999x = Batman
R-Taco = Scarface
Batman911 = Nightwing
Cats=well I think you can guess but ya she's Catwoman

Cats

01-22-2006, 04:29 AM

It's morning and I hurt all over. My face feels puffy - I have a large bruise on the left of my face and my left eye is half open. Do I look like crap... Where are the extra weekends when you need them? My head is throbbing still and I feel sick to the gut. I hope this will qualify me a sick day.

But the boss doesn't agree, he says he needs staff today, whether or not I'm able to get out of bed, I've gotta drag myself there. Slave worker... I think about quitting again, like every other day. But the question always comes back again, what do I do then? How many people will hire an uneducated under-classed city gal with a record?

So the first thing in my mind is... get out the facial powder and start dabbing it on generously. And I'm not too upset with the results too, the purplish-red form on my face is not visible, though there is a bit of a bump, and the eye is still half closed. But I don't think people will care very much. After all, in the day all I am is a lowly waitress.

I make sure the cats are full before I leave for work. I get some stares down on the street, even though I try to keep my head low.

When I get to the restaurant, the boss takes one look at me and immediately calls me into his office. I do as I'm told, and realise it's nothing to do with work. But he gets firm on giving me some long talk about abusive boyfriends. I tell him I'm not attached, but he insists that I must be, and that I'm ashamed about it... or something to that effect. Asks me to go see a counsellor if I'm afraid. I know he's trying to be concerned, but the talk is really boring me. I try to nod and look like I'm interested, but my mind drifts back to the look in Johnny Cash's eye when I realise I'd been mistaken about him. I think about how to take the man down without the police getting involved.

"Selina?" calls the boss, and I realise I'd been lost in my thoughts.

"Wh... yeah?"

He gets up from behind his desk and moves towards me, putting an arm around my shoulder gently in an attempt to comfort since he insists I have suffered the fate of an 'abusive boyfriend'. I try to shrug his arm off but he's so not getting the hint. "I understand the troubles you've been going through," he says all gentle and 'caring', "You know you can tell me anything, right? Don't hesistate to let me know how I can help."

And I think to myself, 'yeah you can start by getting your arm off my shoulder, dweeb!' But of course I can't say that, so I put on my sweetest smile and say, "Thank you sir, you are so kind." Though immediately after, I feel like puking. But it's worth it anyway, the man shuts up... finally. And I get back to serving customers.

I wonder what will happen tonight at the shelter. Don't know if Mr Wayne's... I mean Bruce's cop friends, will be effective. I told him just to secure the transfer of money, not to put a squad outside the shelter. Leslie needs protection but... well, if Johnny links the police presence there to me, I could be one dead gal. Just gotta cross my fingers and hope not.

Infinity9999x

01-23-2006, 09:58 PM

I sit hunched atop a file cabnient in a dark corner of Leslie's study. She's sitting in a chair below me, nervously looking at the door.

"You really don't have to do this," Leslie said, not looking over her shoulder.

"Yes, I do," I reply shortly.

"You could get hurt, and you know how much I hate fighting, not to mention your whole scary man act."

"You're a psychiatrist, I'm sure you've met people more messed up then me," I respond.

I see her arch her eyebrows, "that is a statement I won't even bother replying too."

"I still don't want you to do this," she replies after a moment.

"I know," I reply, "maybe I won't have to, they might try to come in the front door and get caught."

"Oh yes, and maybe you'll settle down and get married," Leslie replies in a skeptical tone.

I'm about to reply but a thud in the front of the house silenced them. He tensed, it came from the back of the house. After a moment he heard the voices of men wafting through the door as they approached.

"Dumass girl tells the cops on us," One says
"Ya, stupid one she is, we'll have to rough her up worse n we did last time."

My jaw clenches in rage. Selina, they hurt Selina. The bastards. I feel Leslie shift in her chair, she knows I heard them, and knows what's coming.

They bust open the door a moment later.

"Bad move havin your callgirl tell the cops on us lady," the small one says, his two thugs following behind him, "we might have to rough you up a bit too."

I spring out from my hiding place, and I see the three men glance up, shock and then fear registering in their eyes. I slam into the little one, hard. The spikes on my guantlent rake his arm, and my body crushes into his chest as he catapultes backwards into the two men behind him.

I leap off the small man, and fly forward towards the two bigger ones, growling with an animalistic rage. I grab both their heads in either hand and slam their skulls backwards into the wall. They crumple immediatley. I turn on the little one, bringing my foot down hard on his knee. He screams as his ligaments pop. I grab his shirt coller and lift him up with one hand, bringing his face close to mine.

"The Batman protects the people of this city," I growl, "And if you threaten this woman, or her friend again I swear to god, I will hunt you down, and make you hurt so bad you'll wish you were dead."

The enforcer can only mutter out a series of nonsense words, his eyes wide with fear.

"Now," I say, lowering my growl an octane, "Tell your boss, the Batman is coming for him." I let the sniveling excuse for a human slide from my grip. He's shaking like a little girl, and I feal an animalistic like pleasure burnign within me. I stamp it out almost immeadiatley. I got too carried away, let my emotions get the best of me.

I look over to the two men who I bashed into the wall, if they hadn't been stronger, they'd be dead. The Batman does not kill. I have to have more control. I glance over at Leslie, she's looking at me with her hand over her mouth. She's frightened, I hope I haven't alienated her.

I walk over to her, "I'm sorry I got a little carried away," I whisper.

She glances over at me with a raised eyebrow, "a little?"

"I couldn't let them threaten you or..."

"I know, I know," She says, "You had better get going, I'm going to call the police in." I nod and start towards the window.

"Leslie I hope I didn't..."

"I've seen many horrors in my life Bruce," She whispers to me, still to low for the wasted enforcers to hear, "this is by far one of the least of them. We're fine, now go."

I nod in reply, and exit through the window.

Cats

01-24-2006, 02:58 AM

Charlene and me work hard at stacking the chairs on the large round tables. Just finish up the last of them and we can clock off. The customers didn't give me trouble today, but last night's events still weighs heavily upon my shoulders. I feel responsible for what's happening to Leslie... if I weren't so trapped now I might be able to name the man responsible for the attack. But I realise that till I'm able to take Johnny down myself, I'll have to protect the bastard's name in order to save my own skin. It's not something I'm particularly proud of.

I feel a hand on my back and turn around. It's the boss again, he has that 'comforting' look in his eye again. "You can go home now, Selina," and I'm like... do I need his permission to go home? The restaurant will be closed in seconds, if I didn't go home where the heck would I hang out at? His house? "Have a good rest... and" he whispers so that Charlene can't hear although the whisper is so loud she probably does anyway, "CALL me if he troubles you again," and he winks.

I look at Charlene who's trying to surpress a giggle, she heard all about it today, although I didn't exactly tell her the entire story myself, but she knows I don't have a boyfriend to begin with, and especially not an abusive one. It's unbelievable the way the boss is.

"Errr... yeah..." I go. And he smiles and heads out the door.

"Is it obvious?" I ask Charlene, turning the bruised side of my face to her, and she sorta winces.

"Come here, I'll help you touch up," she offers, taking out her compact and dusting my face with it. "There, I can't see it anymore. You've really gotta watch those stairs."

"Yeah, if the cats stop prowling in front of me when I'm going down the stairs," I fake a laugh, she falls for it... like the rest.

"Hey, will you need a lift? I can take you in my car," she kindly offers. Charlene is a really nice gal, she's some wacko parents, but I'm glad she turned out alright.

"Nah, it's ok, I like the walk home. Thanks for the offer," I reply and she nods in response. "Ok bye gal!"

And I wave and head out the door myself, flicking off the lights. I turn around and she's gone... alone again. Perhaps I should've taken that lift from her, but I need the time to think. I shut the grills and turn the lock till I can hear the click so I know its secure. But that's when I sense someone watching me - Johnny Cash?

I spin around, and there I see... him - the Batman. "You..." I say, I'm excited to see him again, but I'm worried to what I owe the visit. I hope he hasn't associated me with our last encounter. I try not to look scared or worried. But the truth is that he is quite intimidating in person. Like a large wraith watching me quietly from the darkness, at the most unexpected moment.

"Selina Kyle," comes his voice - raspy, soft. Sounding like he's beside me even though we're about four meters apart. I'm surprised he knows my name, and I get a little more worried about how much he knows.

"How do you know my name?"

But he ignores my question, "You recognized the men involved in the attack on the shelter in Crime Alley tonight. How?" His words stump me, I thought this was gonna be about my alter-ego. Was he there at the shelter tonight with Bruce's men? How's he involved? I wonder if Leslie is okay.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I have no clue who those men are, you could be one of them for all I know."

He narrows his eyes, steps towards me. I see his form clearer in the streetlight. He's everything I cut him out to be since the first time I met him... "You were involved with them," he says a matter-of-factly, and I feel uncomfortable. How does he know?

Perhaps he's bluffing, but I can't tell. I decide to throw him off, "Involved with who? If Ms Thompkins had told you anything about the encounter we had the other day, you'd know it was the first time we both laid eyes on those muggers."

But he eyes me like he knows something. Instinctively I turn my left cheek away from the light, but I underestimated the man. He notices the movement, reaches over with his gloved hand to catch my face and turns my left towards him as he rubs it with his thumb. Even though his thumb is just gracing over the cheek, wiping away the powder Charlene had dabbed on for me, it still hurts and I wince. I know I can't hide the bruise from him, somehow he knew it even before he exposed it. "They did this to you, didn't they?!" he growls, I'm not exactly sure if it's at me for lying or at them for doing what they did.

I'm not about to let it all out though... I tell a half lie, "When I first met those men, I tried to register their faces in my mind so I would recognize them when I next saw them. Last night, I went looking for them. Found one of the guys on the street and told him to buzz off. But he got his buddies, dragged me to an alley and gave me this," I point to the purplish merune bump, "And this..." I pull down my collar to let him see the fingermarks around my neck. "They also told me if I tried anything smart again... they would kill me. Call me a fool, but I believe them." I say it as sincerely as I can, and he stares on for sometime, trying to read if I'm lying. I think I'm a good actress, I try to get my eyes watery so it'd be more believable.

Eventually his gaze softens, and his fingers leave my face. "You shouldn't deal with men like that, they're bad news."

Now he tells me! Duh! But also... he's absolutely right. "I know better now," I say and I do mean it.

"Lay low. Don't go home tonight. They may come back for you now that their act of extortion has failed, they blame you for it," he turns to fade back into the shadows.

"Wait, does that mean Ms Thompkins is safe?"

"She is. And so is the money," he whispers.

I ponder the thought, "Where do you suggest I go then?"

But he's gone, as silently as he'd appeared.

Cats

01-25-2006, 02:53 AM

My thoughts are on what I just heard, and I realise I'd been standing in the same spot for a considerable amount of time, contemplating what I should do next. I think about going home, but if my worst fears are realised, Cash's men are coming for me next. I'm not about to get my face bashed in again.

I think about calling someone, the first name that comes to mind is Charlene's. But I don't want her worrying about me. I never leave my apartment, if I called her, she would suspect something was wrong. Then I think about Ms Thompkins, but she doesn't know about my connection with Curly - and I'm not about to let her see me till my face is its normal shade again. I even think about the boss... then I admonish myself for even thinking that I'd ever bend that low.

I check my pockets and find a couple of dollars - how quickly does money fly away. I seemed to recall being a rich woman a couple of days ago. Then I remember... Ms Thompkins. Well at least I might have enough to hang out in some jazzy hotel. Might just pretend to be a hotel guest and take a quick snooze at the bar.

Well so I go on over to the Bronze Stallion, where the posh and the elegant spend their evenings - somewhere nobody will think to look for this lowly-paid waitress. Although I think I'm a tad out of place here, I certainly didn't dress up for the occasion, and I suppose the cheong-sam isn't really the in-thing in Paris now.

I head on down to the lounge but am stopped by a hotel staff, dressed smartly in a red coat, a little receeding hairline and has a golden nametag that reads "Charles Buckler".

"Excuse me, Miss," he speaks with a Brit accent, nose in the air, pearly white gloves... typical wealthy snob, I know the type. What he says isn't too surprising, "But are you lost?"

"What do you mean 'am I lost'?" I reply curtly. I know where this is going, and I'm not exactly in the mood for it.

Charles clears his throat, "If I would be so bold Miss, there is a proper dress code for this hotel," he points to a golden tipped signboard that apparently explains the 'dress code', "If you do intend to continue on, I suggest you find a change of clothings, or search for another establishment to visit."

Now I'm really losing my temper, "Look here you, I..."

Someone intervenes, "Excuse me sir, the lady's with me." I turn around to see... Bruce Wayne? I'm numbed for words.

Charlie's entire demeanor changes, his eyes widen as huge as saucers. Classic! "Mr... Mr Wayne, I'm so very sorry, I did not know," he stammers.

"Is this anyway to treat your customers?" Charlie shakes his head in embarassment. "Keep this up and Mr Makamura will hear all about it," he threatens firmly, and it freaks the man out.

"Oh sir, do forgive me for my behavior. I was entirely wrong. I apologise my lady for my impudence, will you ever forgive me?" Nice change of attitude, I'm starting to like Mr Wayne.

I decide to get a little cocky, "Kneel, and I'll think about it." Bruce gives me the eye, but I'm too gleeful to stop. How often does a gal get to boss the staff of the Bronze Stallion around?

Charlie looks at me hoping that I was joking, but I am not about to go back on my word. And true enough the man kneels, in the middle of the hotel lobby! Passerbys stop to look, it's hilarious. But ok, I've had my fun, enough embarassment for the man. "Get up, I forgive you," I whisper, and he stands up gratefully.

"Thank you Miss, you are too kind," he utters. I get the feeling he's bluffing, but I gotta take off my hat to him for embarassing himself for my sake. "If I might offer any assistance to the both of you...?"

Bruce gazes at me and I say, "I was just thinking of getting a drink at the lounge."

Mr Wayne nods in acknowledgement, and speaks to Charles, "I think we can find our own way. Thank you for your change of attitude. I hope you'll keep this up." Charlie bows humbly and quickly gets out of the way.

"How did you know that I was here?" I whisper to him.

He lifts an eyebrow, "Why would you think I was looking for you?"

Ohhh... so the smug Mr Wayne is back huh? I narrow my eyes at his comment. Honestly, it frustrates me that I can't figure out this guy, and I used to think that I know men. "Don't you think it's a little too coincidental that though we've not met in more than ten years, we're suddenly bumping into each other every day?" I say.

He leads me to a table at the lounge and replies, "I wouldn't exactly call yesterday's meeting 'bumping'. As I recall, you were the one who called me."

And he's got me there, I laugh because I realise how paranoid I've become. He smiles in return, "I've got to say Ms Kyle, you look fetching in a cheong-sam."

I accept the compliment with a smile of my own, "Thank you Bruce. And call me Selina... compensation for kicking you in the shin all those years ago. If indeed the tale is true."

He chuckles, "Alright... Selina. What would you like to drink?"

And I feel bad for taking up his time, "You've got me past the lobby into the lounge, and I appreciate the gesture. But don't let me stop you from whatever business you came here to do. I'll be fine here."

"Well, believe it or not, I came here without plans. Was looking for someone to chat with," he says, and I find it hard to believe.

I eye him a little and say, "You do that a lot, don't you?"

He laughs, "I guess so. May I have the honor?"

I'm starting not to mind his company, he doesn't seem much like the others... although sometimes he does get a little smug. "You may. I could do with a little company myself." We make our drink orders, then I remember to ask him about the shelter... "So did your cop friends manage to arrest those men who threatened Ms Thompkins?"

"Yes, two of them. One got away."

What he says worries me somewhat... "One got away?"

"Yeah. Is anything the matter?"

"No.. nothing," I try to appear indifferent, "I just hope he's caught soon. Don't want him coming back again."

"No we don't," he looks at me a little curiously, "Did you hurt yourself?"

So he noticed the bump too, "Yeah... I fell off some stairs," I feed him the lie I've been feeding everyone all day... except for the Batman who seemed to know about it all along. Strange... I still can't believe I actually met the vigilante. But the fact that I'm sitting here instead of at home just proves that it wasn't a dream.

"Ah, you should watch yourself. Stairs can be dangerous." I smile... he doesn't know the half of it.

Infinity9999x

01-25-2006, 03:25 PM

I actually have a semi quiet evening for once. I let Selina stay in my room while I ask the clerk for another. She seemed surprised I didn't ask her to sleep with me.

"You know Bruce," she says as I go off to find a clerk, "I really had you cut out to be somebody diffrent."

"Well," I respond, "It's like I said..."

"You're not like you seem," Selina finishes with a small smile.

"Well...thank you for letting me stay here."

"No problem" I respond, "it's been a pleasure." She nods in agreement and departs into my room. She's tired I can tell, tough too. The injuries she sustained were bad. I don't think she cought on to me either. I wanted to make sure no one would try to come along and settle the score. I'm glad she came here, it made it much easier.

She really is an intriging woman. Strong willed and smart. You don't meet many like her.

My thoughts drift as I wander through the hallways of the hotel. I wonder how Dick is doing. He moved off to Bludhaven. I've been catching some reports in the news about his escapades as a crime figther too. I still feel guilty about it, if he gets hurt, it will be indirectly because of me. But Dick is a resourceful man, I think he'll be able to stay out of trouble.

I pause by a newspaper vending machine and glance at the headlines. Gordon's taken al lot of heat because of the dock incident. It's unfortunate, he's one of the only clean cops around. I need to do something to get him on my side. As I scan down the news I see that Gordon at least got some credit for bringing in Scareface. At least one mobster is taken care of, but it seems they just keep coming. Now there's another one, whoever was trying to get money from Leslie. I'll have to look into that. But I have to be careful, odds are he could have connections to more powerful men, like Rupert Thorne.

My hands knot into a ball as I think about the corruption in this city. I'd love to take Thorne down, but he's too well protected. Taking a deep breath I calm myself, I'll nail him...in time. Nobody's perfect.

I push aside all my thoughts as I get a clerk from the main desk to get me another room. I can't do anything tonight, but tomarrow's another day.

Batman911

01-25-2006, 05:16 PM

When just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted, "play that ****y music white boy!"

I find myself dancing to this strange music. Then I realise Im in my custome with my ipod in my ear. LOL All the civilians are looking at me so then I scatter and jump onto the top of a building. What was I doing? I find myself laughing at this seeing as it was only a dream when I then woke up.

Cats

01-27-2006, 10:51 AM

I get up early.... hopefully earlier than Bruce, and slip out of the hotel. I don't mean to be rude, I appreciate his gesture of giving me his room, but I have to get home. The cats haven't had their dinner, nor breakfast. I feel bad bailing on them because of my nerves, probably no one even paid a visit... after all they don't know where I live. I get slightly frustrated when I think of how the Batman had gotten me worried over nothing.

The pain in my face, neck and waist is receeding, and I feel somewhat great after a good night's sleep. The Bronze Stallion may be expensive, but for a reason.

As I near my apartment, I see Mrs Chin out on the street, talking to some cops. I begin to worry... I hope it isn't about my alter ego. I try to slip past them to get up the stairs but Mrs Chin sees me.

"There there! That lady!" she points directly at me, I'm not happy about her 'betraying' me, I thought we were friends. But it's a little too late to get hurt now, so I turn around and flash a friendly smile.

"Hi Mrs Chin, and... officers...."

One of the two officers asks me, "Do you rent the apartment on the fifth floor?"

"Why... yes!" I say, my acting skills are crap today, cheesy as hell.

"I think you should come with us," he says, and my heart starts to race. What's this about? Did they find something they're not supposed to?

But when we reach the fifth floor, I realise what's the fuss about... my apartment had been raided last night. The door kicked ajar, papers all over the floor, glass smashed in, and my blinds torn down. The cats are gone too... but I don't see any blood, I hope they'd fled when the guys bashed their way in.

"Where were you last night Ms Kyle?" asks the officer, pulling out a pen and paper to record what I say. I have to be very careful, am threading a thin line here...

"I was at the Bronze Stallion with Bruce Wayne, you can call him to confirm," I say, and for once am glad I have an alibi.

The officer sorta gives me a queer look, "Bruce Wayne huh? You his girlfriend?"

"Oh no no... just acquaintences," I hope that clears the air. I want them to have proof of my whereabouts, not to get me into the tabloids.

"Uh huh... You might know who did this?" he asks.

"Robbers? I don't know... why would I be friends with someone who wanted to trash up my apartment?"

Mrs Chin peers out from behind the officer, it seems like she's seen something, "The men, big size! Big coat, anyhow push me!"

"How many were there?" I ask her.

She ponders for a moment, "I think three."

It must've been them... they seem to always travel in packs of three... for some special reason. They probably came to mess me up more, but decided to do it to the apartment when they realised I was gone.

"M'am, I was asking if you had any enemies," clarified the officer.

"No," I reply, maybe a little too quickly. I try to compensate, "I'm a friendly kinda gal! Everybody loves me... At least, that's what I think." I flutter my eyelids at him, speak all cutesy, and he gets a little distracted, so does his partner. "Must've been robbers... stealing from little ole me," I'm good at playing the 'victim', "Now I have nothing left..." I pretend to get upset and it melts the officer's heart. He offers me a handkerchief.

"Now now Miss, please don't be upset. We'll get to the bottom of this. If you can check your belongings and tell us what they stole, I'll make a list," he offers.

"Oh no... I can't bear to see my apartment in this state. I don't feel safe anymore, don't make me go in, please."

The officer nods compassionately, he passes me his namecard, "Call me when you're ready to talk. Till then you might stay with a relative or a trusted friend. If you need counselling..."

I cut him off, the man's getting too chatty, "Don't worry about me officers, you've been too wonderful to me as it is, I'm ashamed for being such a damsel about it. I'll be alright once I get to my cousin's house, it's just around the corner!" And the officers accept the lie. "I will be sure to call you. I just need this time alone, with my cousin, if you can spare me that..."

They nod... somewhat naively, and leave the building.

"Ah yo... your friends very violent!" complains Mrs Chin to me. "You must repair all this, I won't pay for it." And she leaves me alone in the broken apartment with my thoughts.

One thing's for sure... I owe the Bats one.

Infinity9999x

01-27-2006, 03:43 PM

I lean back in my chair as I pick up a newspaper in my study. Selina left early yesterday, I saw her questioned by some police from my window. It's funny, even though it's the one day I take to rest, I still can't sleep. I wonder what they asked her about though...As I flip through the pages I notice a small article.

--Woman's apartment robbed, no suspects as of yet. Apartment belonging to a Miss Selina Kyle.

My eyes narrow....I can't beleive they had the gaull....

In seconds I'm already in the cave, suiting up.

"Going out in the day sir?" Alrfred asks me. I nod in reply.

"Should I forget about making lunch then?"

"No, I should be quick...I'm just going to enforce a few things."

I take out a new car, It's small, compact, jet black. It's pretty sturdy though, bulletproff windows and siding, along with a few other gadgets. Another thing that cost me some money, but it was worth it.

In a few minutes I'm downtown. I stay to the alleyways, in the shadows. After questioning a few people, I find the place where the man I want is staying.

I walk over the roof of the bar, and stop at a skylight window, luckily the man I'm looking for is almost directly under me. I see his leg in a cast. The one I let get away.

I smash my fist through the skylight and the glass tinkles to the floor in a shower or shards. They all look up, I see the small man's eyes widen in pure terror. Pulling out one of my grapples, I fire it stright at him. The batarang attached to the end wraps around his body like a snake, and I haul him up onto the roof.

"Hello Benny," I growl, "You and I are going to have a little talk."

* * *

Benny stirs slightly, and starts to sit up.

"I wouldn't do that If I were you," I say, "you'll tip it over."

Beny opens his eyes and glances around him. He lets out a scream and freezes. We're hundreds of stories above the city, on a small hanging beam. It's a construction sight for a skyscraper. The beam slowly rocks back and forth from the rope around it's middle.

"Like the view?" I ask causually. Benny only tightends his grip on the sides of the beam, too scared to say anything.

"Okay Benny," I say, slightly adjusting my weight so his end of the beam dips downward an inch, "You and I are going to talk, like about why you had your men ransack that womans apartment, even though I SPECIFICALLY told you to lay off her."

"Oh god," the small man wimpers, "Oh god....it...it wasn't me I swear...oh god I swear!"

"Really Benny?" I say, my voice rumbles in a low growl as I tip his end of the beam downward a little more, "Because I don't like it when people lie to me."

"YES, I SWEAR YES," he says, his voice a frantic and high pitched as he glances at the small outlines of the buildings below him, "PLEASE. IT...IT WAS JOHNNY CASH. MY BOSS. HE HAS A THING AGAINST HER, I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT. OH GOD PLEASE!"

I stare at him for a moment, make it seem like I'm contemplating droping him. His hurt leg shakes in his cast.

"Alright Benny, but If I find out you lied..." I dip the beam a bit and he slides toward the edge with a scream. Just as he goes over the edge I grab him by the shirt.

"I think that's enough explanatory don't you?" Benny lookes at me, shaking like a scarred puppy, and faints.

Well, that got the point across, I think to myself as I Lower Benny down to the street with my grapple. Now, I need to find out more about this Johnny Cash character. The problem is, even though I know he's the one behind all this, I still might not be able to take him down. I only found Scareface by luck last time. I might not be so lucky this time around.

Cats

01-27-2006, 07:42 PM

My home had been raided last night, but I'm still here... in the Beijing Noodle House once more. It's not like I have anywhere else to go to, can't possibly be sitting in that wreck, and I'm not about to clean up either. I'm in a pretty foul mood, who wouldn't be if your life was in danger and found out people house-crashed at your place?

"Table 5 is asking to get served by you," whispers Charlene as she passes. I figure it must be another group of sex-starved men who're trying to get my number, of course the only number I'm gonna give them is the one to Arkham Asylum.

I take a pen and a pad of paper to record their orders, but as I approach I recognize the men. These aren't the sex-starved hooligans I expected... it's Johnny Cash and his muscle. They've found me.

Johnny Cash sees me and pulls a chair next to him, gets me to sit. "Darling," he goes, putting his arm over my shoulder, "You'd really got us searching the entire city for 'ya. Where were you last night, huh?"

I start to go pale, if I knew I'd be found at work I wouldn't have come. But how long can I run if Cash has really as much influence as I'm starting to believe. "Here... and there..." I say vaguely.

And immediately he elbow locks me against his shoulder, the other customers think we're playing and don't say anything. But here I am in deep soup and they don't know. "Don't play with me kitty. I promised I'd go to the police if you tried anything smart..." He releases his grip, and I slip back into my seat. "But I'm a generous man, ain't I guys?" And his muscle nod in agreement. "I have a proposition for you kitty, we don't hunt you down and end one of your lives, you do a simple job for us."

Somehow I get the feeling 'simple' isn't too simple, "What job is that?" I ask.

He clears his throat as he fits a dim sum into his mouth and chews slowly while we wait, "Tonight, we need someone to infiltrate a government facility and get us a chip."

"Wait wait wait... " I begin to stand up, this is out of my league. "I can do rich people, but you've got the wrong gal for this job. You need a spy or something..."

"Sit." he says without looking up, and I do so obediently. "You will do this, or tomorrow we will hunt you down and make sure you regret ever spilling the beans to the cops about the shelter."

"Oh come 'on..." I plead, "I didn't know there was gonna be a police squad there, plus I didn't know you were involved at the time. Else I would've surely kept mum about it."

He narrows his eyes at me, and I feel a little squirmy in my seat. He pushes me a package, "You do this tonight. You prove yourself to be an asset and you may still live."

I know I'm cornered... "Ye... yes sir." And I leave the table with the package.

What have I become?! I'm screaming at myself inside and nobody can hear, nobody can tell.

Cats

01-27-2006, 08:25 PM

I approach the Air Force base with caution, there're tons of cameras everywhere. This is kamikaze. I wonder what Johnny wants with the chip.

There's a map and everything in the package... binoculars too. I peer into the base from a bush some distance away from the entrance. There're guards there, I couldn't possibly enter that way. Electrified fences. But then I see a long line of military trucks with canvas cargo backs entering the facility... if I could somehow sneak into one, I might get in undetected.

Laying low, I slip through the tall grass like a prowler and find myself just beneath one of these trucks. I wait till the driver of the next truck has his head turned and slip in with the cargo. It's full of boxes, I open up one and slip in... hardware spare-parts that prod me from behind... terrific.

I hear the engine running, and finally the gas is turned off. There are voices of several men, they're carrying the boxes out. I cross my fingers and hope they don't open my box.

Soon I feel the base of my box lifted. The guys groan and grumble, "Hardware spare-parts?" says one of them unbelievably. And I'm offended! Come'on I'm not that heavy!

Finally they put me down, and the voices leave me with silence. I exit slowly - I'm in some kind of large warehouse, full of crates and boxes. I peep at the map again with a handy torch, note my location. The chip is only... in the next building, full of guards and cameras. I throw up my hands in exasperation... what next?

'Think think think Selina!' I tell myself. And that's when I see a couple of uniforms in a corner. 'Ha!' I can't believe my luck. I quickly slip into one and leave the warehouse. Other officers see me, but hey I'm in uniform! They even nod to me, and I nod back.

I had a portion of the map memorized... I know the chip is on the second door in level 3... a secure level I suppose. I have no access. Arrghhh and just when I thought I had it going for me.

Someone had once told me, 'When in doubt, visit the ladies.' And that's what I do... lo and behold, it's wise advise. I notice another lady with a level 3 access pass with her. She's powdering her face.

"Hey..." I say, and she sorta looks over suspiciously.

"Hey," she replies, looking me over. "Are you new? I don't seem to remember seeing you around here."

"Well..." I drift, and move like lightning to hit the nerve clusters at the nape of her neck bringing her to the floor. Nifty move some gal on the street taught me to take down predators... except in here, I'm the predator. I pick up her tag and pin it on me, pull her into a stall, swap our clothes, then continue down the hall with my head lowered so nobody recognizes me.

I reach level 3 finally... in the basement. Floors are squeaky white like they're polished everyday. I make sure my head is always low so the cameras can't identify me. Then I use the pass courtesy of that nice lady in the washroom to enter the second door.

It's like a sever room in here. Tons of heated CPUs working around the clock to connect the entire Air Force base I suppose. I peep at the instructions again... gonna have to disconnect one of the CPUs to get a chip from within. They're gonna detect a drop in the server... gotta be quick before they discover me.

I look around and find the CPU I need to work on. Heave a deep breath, and move quickly to disconnect it, disect it and wonderful! I see the chip. I grab it and place it in my pocket.

Gotta move fast now, I slip out of the second room, no time to put the CPU back in place. Go up via elevator, while the door closes I can see IT personnel running past. Uh oh! They are quick. I get out the main door and see a short, stout little fella getting into his car. I rush over... he's my only way outta here.

"Hey fella..." I say casually, trying to look calm.

He looks up and sorta blushes, I guess a gal like me wouldn't be talking to him under normal circumstances. "Hey..." he replies.

"You know the guy I car pooled with this morn has bailed on me. You wouldn't mind if you gave me a lift to the nearest train station will ya?" I ask sweetly, and he instantly obliges. I smirk... men... so easy to fool.

He drives through the guard post, they never suspect a thing. I'm home free!

"Shall I drive you home?" suggests the fella.

"There's no need for that, the train station will do."

He pulls over at the station, "Can I call you?... in case your car pool guy bails on you again.." I know this guy is searching for opportunity. The poor fella probably has difficulty getting dates.

"He won't! I'll make sure of that!" I wave and run off before he's able to ask me anything else.

_______________________________

The same night, I visit Alister's Bar and Grill once more. Johnny Cash is glad to see me, and even more glad to see the chip.

"What're you gonna do with it?" I ask.

"The less you know kitty, the better," he says, grinning. "You've proved yourself. But this isn't the end of our partnership." He hands me a mobile... Nokia. "You keep this phone near you, anytime we need you we'll call you."

"So what is this? I'm your errand gal now?" I retort.

He laughs, and so do the two guys beside him. "You asked for this life babe," he says, "Remember, we're watching you. Try to ditch that phone and we come back for you."

"Yeah yeah yeah..." I grumble as I leave the joint. I hate being used like this... but what choice do I have? I will get to the bottom of this though... I will nail Johnny Cash for what he's reduced me to.

Infinity9999x

01-27-2006, 11:47 PM

My later suspision was correct. This Johnny Cash person is impossible to find. The man I interogated turned up dead this morning, I read it in the paper. I was stupid, I should have asked him the whereabouts of Johnny Cash, but I was too preoccupied in figuring out who attacked Selina.

Another piece of news today also, a reported break in at a small government facility. The paper didn't say much, because it couldn't. But Our good mayor Mr. Thorne did. I hacked some of his emails, and he seemed to know some sort of chip was stolen. Didn't give specifics, so I couldn't figure out what the gravity of the situation was. The interesting thing was that I couldn't quite tell if he was happy or angry about the situation. Whoever did it could be working for him, or maybe they were an employee who did this without his knowledge. I'll have to find out more.

Which is why I'm out. My car speeds down the backstreets, taking corners at breakneck speeds. It's got an enhanced stability system. An auto freak would drool to see the toys I have under this hood. I try to stay off the main roads as much as possible. Don't want to draw attention to myself. I stop outside the bar I visited a few days ago.

I walk up to it quickly, and knock on the door. A small slide opens.
"Pass---" the bouncer doesn't get to finish his sentence. I kick down the big door and it smashes forward into his face. I stalk into the dimly lit room, smoke wafts in the air like a heavy fog. All the men inside it stop and stare, their eyes wide. One's smart, he goes for his gun. I'm quicker.

With a barley noticeable flick of the wrist, a batarang sinks into the man's hand, and he yells as he drops his gun. The two other bouncers try to converge on me, I grab one's arm, twisting hard in a downward motion, and he screams as I hear bones crunch. I kick out at the other, hitting him hard in the groin and he goes down.

"I need to talk to you gentlemen," I say, still holding the cringing bouncer by the wrist, "I'm coming down on Johnny Cash. If any of you have an ounce of intelligence, you'll tell me where I can find him or..." I scan the room, I see the men cringe under the stare of my errie white eyes, "or you get to deal with me."

They all stay frozen. One hasn't even put his beer down, holding his arm frozen with the bottle halfway between his mouth and the table. I notice on man gives the slightest of glances back at a big hispanic looking mug. The big guy sees me looking, hesitates for a moment, then dashes for the door. He's pretty fast, but nowhere near as fast as I am.

He gets as far as halfway down the back alleyway before I tackle him. He slams his nose hard into the ground and lets out a cuss. I flip him up and grab his coat. Standing up, I lift his feet off the ground and pull him close to my face. His eyes widen in astonishment. He's not exactally a small boy, and though he doesn't know it it's hard as hell to keep him up, but it helps the effect.

"You shouldn't have done that," I say in my gravelly voice, "Now tell me where Cash is...or you'll get worse then a busted noise."

"I...I can't man, I swear he'll kill me please. Didn't you hear what he did to Benny? You got Cash all worked up. He's nailin anybody who talks. I can't man... I can't...he'll kill me.

My eyes narrow, "What makes you think I won't?" I say softly.

He starts to tremble slightly, and he tries to skwirm away, but I tighten my grip and pull him a centimeter away from my face. My eyes glow in the dark night, and I see him strainig his neck backwards to try to avoid my gaze.

"I...I...ok, ok please just don't kill me man." I wait, and just as he opens his mouth to speak again a shot rings out. The mug flinches, a startled look in his eyes, then they glaze over and he slumps in my grip.

I throw the body down and look up the alleyway, If I didn't have my nightvision I wouldn't be able to see anything, but I see a small brown car squealing its wheels as it runs off.

"Damn!" I hiss. Johnny cash is well protected. Well, at least I have Cash nervous. But he seems to be even more dangerous then I anticipated. I wonder if he's the one behind the government heist? Well...theres not much I can do now I suppose. It's just back to work again.

Cats

02-01-2006, 09:26 AM

I'm at Alister's Bar and Grill again, but this time not as Selina Kyle. I hide in the shadows as the night draws on, waiting for him to emerge and eventually he does. I notice he's with two men - Curly is missing. Just as well, I was starting to detest the fella.

I remain very still in my position as the three men walk towards a dark colored Benz when a limo draws up close, and they turn around to face whoever's riding that luxury transportation. Johnny Cash shakes the hand of the guy, I can't see who it is yet - the windows of the limo are tinted. I can't hear the entire conversation, but I can hear him laughing and saying the word "sir" so I figure the man in the limo is his boss... Johnny Cash has a boss - it just gets more and more interesting.

The guy in the limo hands Cash a package, similar to the one I got. I hope it's not another assignment for Selina Kyle. But packages aside, I know what I have to do... get that number plate and do a bit of investigation.
____________________________________________

In the same night, I make an appearance at the Registry for Motor Vehicles. It's shut for the night, but I scale the wall outside and cut a hole in the glass to enter one of the office rooms. Easy as pie... except the hard part is yet to arrive.

I turn on a random computer - I figure most of them have access to the main registry for number plates. But I'm stranded without a password. I look around the desk... there're pictures of a family. I figure the person sitting at this desk must be a woman because she's the most predominant figure in the photos, as well as her husband and her baby. In fact it's like baby-mania at her desk. That's when I get smart and guess the password could be connected to her kid. I begin pulling the photos from out of their frame and peeking at the back till I notice a note on one of them:

To baby Hannah on her 1st birthday. Wishes, Aunt Maggie.

I type : Hannah into the password slot but it gives me error.

"First birthday..." I repeat to myself as I glare at a calendar with pictures of waterfalls hanging on her partition. I flip it around to March and notice the words 'Hannah's 3rd Bday' on the 5th of March. That makes her a 2003 baby.

I type: Hannah2003 and still get an error.

Finally I type: Hannah'03 and voila! I'm in!

It's funny how she secured only the main windows entry into her files, but saved password on the license database. I access it easily and run a search for the plate I collected. While I spend the time by looking further at her calendar. It's full of family engagements, office meetings and dinners with friends... typical boring life of an office worker! I wonder how people stand it.

Then I hear a .wav bell sound, and switch back over to the search. It's found my record. But as I scroll downwards, my jaw drops in shock - the vehicle is registered to a Thorne, Rupert...

Red X

02-01-2006, 01:55 PM

Clayface

ShaneHelms

02-01-2006, 04:28 PM

Mr. Zsasz

Infinity9999x

02-02-2006, 06:38 PM

I throw my suit down frustratedly and throw myself into the cushioned swivel chair infront of the computer in the cave.

"Hard day Master Bruce?" Alfred says from behind me.

I give him a nod, "It seems like no matter how hard I try, I still can't bring down the men in power in this town, or even protect the ones I love."

"I wouldn't call haveing scareface arrested a small feat sir," Alfred replies as he picks up my suit, eyeing it for places that need mending, "and you did protect Leslie."

"Yes... but it was stupid to fight with her in the same room. She could have been hurt, If I was smart I would have hidden in the hallway outside the door..." I slam my fist on the computer table, "GOD! So many little misteps, I'm lucky I'm not dead yet."

"I won't disagree with you there sir," Alfred replies as he walks up to me, "But, the fact of the matter is you are not dead, and so far you've done a fairly good job protecting the people of this city. Yes, Ms. Kyle may have been hurt, but you can't help that now. The best thing you can do for her is to try to find the man who attacked her."

I sag in my chair, I know Alfred is right, but finding this guy is easier said then done.

Suddenly a light flashes on my computer. A shooting, the east side.

"Mob activitvy sir?" Alfred asks.

"No..." I say, picking up the headphones and listening to the police radio eachother, "that clown figure again. Alfred give me the suit."

"But sir, it has weak points in it you need more time to mend.."

"No time. Give me the suit."

Alfred hands the suit over reluctantly, "be careful."

I give him a wry smile, "aren't I always?"

Cats

02-02-2006, 09:56 PM

I'm home in the day. The boss heard about the break-in and finally allowed me one day off, although I would feel bad that Charlene is working doubly hard for my sake. It's mid-day and I'm still trying to tidy up the place from the mess Cash's men made. It would seem that someone took an axe and literally tore the place apart, my furniture is in ruins. And I have to take most of the pieces to the trash disposal. I'm mad... so mad!

Four of the kitties made their way back home, they surround me as I clear up the mess, rubbing their furry bodies on my legs to comfort me. But Mr Jangles is still missing. I'm worried about him, its been two days now.

A knock on the door catches my attention, and I find Leslie at the door. She must've seen the papers, she's not supposed to know where I stay... "Selina, I heard about what happened."

I try to muster up a smile, act like I'm cool with it all, "Just a dumb break-in, must've left the windows open or something. You never know in this neighborhood."

But in a moment she's by my side, taking my wrist gently to stop me from doing what I'm doing, "You're in trouble aren't you?" The woman is sharp... she's dealt with others with similar problems. I know she wants to help me, but I don't want her involved. It's much too dangerous.

"Don't be silly! Must be some punk from downstairs," I retort. But she knows better.

"Some punk would have grabbed what he could and run off. The guys who raided this place sliced through your furniture," she turns to look at the walls gruesomely stripped of its wallpaper, "Stripped your walls... Don't hide from me Selina. It's something to do with the 20k isn't it?" She pulls out the package I handed her that day, untouched. "Take it back, I don't want dirty money."

"No no..." I push the package back, "I worked hard for that money, it was for you and the shelter, Ms Thompkins."

"Selina, I don't care if you just donated $20 to the home, but if that $20 came from proper channels. Look what this has gotten you into now?" She pushes the package again, "Take it back, give it to whoever is after you to make them stop."

My countenance falls, "It's not that easy Ms Thompkins, it isn't about the money."

"Then what?" she seems frustrated, "What did you get yourself into this time?"

"Please don't ask any further Ms Thompkins. I've caused you too much trouble as it is. I'd hoped the money would go towards paying back your kindness, " I tip a half-smile at her, "But I guess trouble and me... we're best friends. Don't worry, I can handle it Ms Thompkins. I always have, even before you came along."

"My dear..." she gives me a hug, and I feel warmth not only on my skin, but in my heart that someone cares. "You make me worry for you."

"Well, don't! I swear I will do the right thing once this is over," I promise.

But she doesn't believe me, "That's what you said the last time you got into trouble."

"I'm trying to clean up my act... I swear."

She shakes her head, "Don't swear to me, prove it."

I hold up three fingers, "Scout's honor."

"You weren't ever a scout."

I grin, "I know..."

Infinity9999x

02-02-2006, 10:06 PM

oh and you new guys can start posting w/e you want, its cool to have new members.

Nietzsche

02-03-2006, 01:43 PM

I thought the Batman was just some nut out for a little attention. I thought running away from the cops just gave him a bonor. It looks like I'm wrong. The lunatic just messed up two of my operations! Firstly, he breaks up the warhead deal! I mean what the hell!? He killed four of the ninja's! Or at least they killed themselves afte he messed them up so bad. They got some code of honour or something stupid. But goddamm! Ninja's! This is one mean son of a gun. As if that weren't enough, he busts up some lowly goons I employed to rob some homeless shelter. That was just a small operation, but it all adds up. To make it worse, every lowlife punk is scared crapless over this guy. There's stories about him all over the grapevine. It's twice as hard to get contracters now - twice as expensive!
I need this guy killed and I need him killed now! It's gonna take a mean mutha to take him down. I've sent out the word. The guy who brings me the Batman's head gets a million. Sounds like a lot? It ain't nuthin to me, especially considerin that this ass-hole cost me multiple millions on the warhead deal. I was all set up to sell that tp that henri Ducard guy. Now he's been asking questions, whoever the hell he is.

Hmmmm, whats this? I got some messages in my one of my emails. Interesting. News gets around around very fast. It seems a couple of mercenariesthink their tough enough to take down the bat. Some guy who gives his name as Deadshot wants the job, but so does a Mr Bane. Hmmmm. They both reckon they'll deliver. I'll put them both on the job. Two million will be nothing compared to what this guy might cost me in the long run.

Ok then, thats that. Whichever brings me the rotting carcass of this punk first gets the dough. I hope their as good as they say they are.

Ohhhh, thing haven't been going well. I need to relax, mabe take a vacation, mabe get a broad. Hmm, speaking of broads, Johnny Cash was saying about that Selina woman. You wouldn't believe it, some wench trying to mess around with some of my guys. Women like that need to learn a little respect. Haha. Perhaps I should teach her a lesson. Have her drugged, have her sent to me, have a little fun. I'll give Cash a ring later.

I wonder whats on the news. Jesus. There's been an explosion at arkyham asylum. A couple of lunatics have escaped. Oh well, more crap for Gordon to clean up! Haha, he won't last another month with that badge pinned to his chest. I need a drink.

Hmmmm, here's hoping Batmans dead by the end of the week. Good luck Deadshot, Mr Bane...you'll need it.

Mr. Socko

02-04-2006, 12:07 AM

I pick The Riddler

I'll rp tomorrow

Infinity9999x

02-04-2006, 12:13 AM

alright thats cool i think i might start a sign up thread to see if I can get more ppl coming

R-Taco

02-04-2006, 03:12 AM

Wesker (in Arkham Asylum):

Ohhhh...This is terrible.

I groan again as I roll over in my uncorfortable bed. I haven't seen Mr. Scarface since we got caught by that Bat-Man and that other guy. I sure hope he's allright.

Sometimes I wonder why I really even care about what happens to him. After all, all he does is treat me like dirt. And he yells at me. Makes me think about the way we crossed paths for the first time...

...Oh dear. I can't even remember it. No wonder I'm in here.

Non-RP: Anyone mind if I start using another character? There's not a lot I can do with Wesker in his current situation.

Cats

02-04-2006, 07:33 AM

Non-RP: Anyone mind if I start using another character? There's not a lot I can do with Wesker in his current situation.
That would be wonderful - one thing tough about the Batman RP, we have to center a lot on the Bat, and thus we of the 'rouge's gallery' can't make too large of a move until he does. And then if he puts any of us in jail it's bye bye to our role in the RP heh...

R-Taco

02-04-2006, 12:23 PM

That would be wonderful - one thing tough about the Batman RP, we have to center a lot on the Bat, and thus we of the 'rouge's gallery' can't make too large of a move until he does. And then if he puts any of us in jail it's bye bye to our role in the RP heh...

Cool. I think I'll do the Penguin next.

Infinity9999x

02-04-2006, 12:59 PM

that would be great, and if you want to break wesker out of prision at any point and time that would be cool too, he doesn't have to stay there if he gets caught. Oh and does anyone know where Masterbruce went? I liked his Joker posts.

Batman

02-04-2006, 02:01 PM

<The Joker>

And we're on in 5!...heh...4!3!2!

I look over at the dead radio personalities for GC-K5 Radio.It wasn't hard to get in the studio,actually.They were so amused by my appearance that they wanted me to be a guest.

But,I'm no second fiddle.I'd much rather be the opening act!

So,I shot them.And not with just any gun.Oh no...I shot them with tranquilisers,laced with snake poison.It's amazing what you can find in Gotham City.What,with all the dealers and their knack for having the will to try and sell you the craziest things...Hehe.

I set the headphones on my head,as I waltz to the microphone.I don't have much time,so I'll have to make this a quickie.Don't want the boys in blue to end my little show early,now do we?Heh.

I start the countdown in my head,again.And we're on in 5!4!3!2!1!

It's showtime.

I speak into the microphone the minute that the 'ON AIR' sign lights up.

"Good Evening,Ladies And Germs Of Gotham!I'm afraid tonight's recording of 'Live With Bill and Bob' will be replaced by something...less dull.Haha!Instead,we're having a very special show,tonight..."

I clear my throat.I was born for showbiz!

"...DEATH WITH UNCLE JOKER!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I turn to one of the dead hosts,and hold his face to his own microphone.He doesn't look so happy.I stretch his lips out,giving the illusion that he's smiling.That's better!

I lean in on his microphone,and do my best Elvis Costello impression.

"Do,Do,Do!Death...With...The Jok-er!YEAH!"

I can't help but giggle as I go back to my own mic.This is WILD.This is INSANE.

...This is a dream come TRUE!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Thanks,Bobbo.Now,before we begin with tonight's fesitivities,I want to send a personal shoutout to Arnold Wesker,who's sitting in a cell right now.Arnold,we at Death With Uncle Joker are here for you.And your other personalities!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I grin.This is all working so,so perfectly.I could do this all night!

"Let's cut to the chase,Ladies and gentle-freaks.Your city isn't safe.You know it,I know it...Hell,Tom Cruise knows it.And you KNOW how looney that guy is!But the point is...I'm not going to lie to you.Gotham has no hope.No future.All there is is death,death,and more death.Why tell you?Because I,your dear Uncle J,am a concerned citizen.And you know what?I'll even ease the burden for you."

I cover the mic.I can't help but chuckle some more,before saying this next part.

"By killing you all!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I love showbiz!

Infinity9999x

02-04-2006, 02:40 PM

I turn off the radio as I race towards the station in my car. I have a lock on the feed, and I need to get there quick, the cops are already on there way. Apparently this guy has a big flair for the dramatic. I listened in on some of their radios and the description of his killings are pretty gruesome. I'm betting this is the guy that shot Dick.

I lay a little harder on the gas, he'll be expecting the cops after him, so it's a good thing I'm faster then the cops.

Infinity9999x

02-05-2006, 12:13 AM

My tires screech as I hit the break hard in front of the station. I hit the ground running and sprint towards the door. I heard enough from the reports about this character to know that I'm probably already to late...but I push myself anyways, maybe I can still help someone.

I bust down the door and glance around. He's on the other side of the soundproof glass. I hesitate for a moment, he's as hellish looking as me in his own way. A horribly carved smile in his face, and clown looks to match. He just grins at me and poits to the sign above his head "ON AIR" The dead radiohosts lay on the ground beside him, one with a smile on his face. This guy is twisted, sick. His pure disregard for human life is against everything I stand for, everything I've worked so hard to stop.

I set my jaw and slowly walk forward, I will stop this clown, he deserves justice.

Batman

02-05-2006, 12:20 AM

<The Joker>

I look over as the door is busted down,on the opposite side of the room.I peer in,to see who walks in.Probably one of those rent-a-cops that Gordons...

...

...

...Ha...Haha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oh...Oh my...That...He's...He's real!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!Oh,my sides!HAHAHAHAHA!The Batman!He's real!I can't...Wow...HAHAHAHA!He even has the pointy ears for it!Oh,this guy's a hoot!

I point at the 'ON AIR' sign,as he steps in.I have to keep myself from bursting into laughter...But damn,the way he's dressed,it's hard!HAHAHAHAHA!

I then get an idea.Boy,won't the dear Gothamites love this?!

"Ooooh...Ladies and Gentlemen,our first guest for Death With Uncle J has arrived!Gotham,I want you to give a warm,bleated welcome to my dearest partner in crime,Gotham's own...THE BATMAN!"

As I say that,He bursts into the recording room.I grin at him,as I put my hand over the mic.

"Boy,won't you be the big bad hero now?HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Infinity9999x

02-05-2006, 12:51 AM

The rage boils through me as I stare at this...this...thing. I know one of the men on the ground, he was a good man. Nice, kind, he didn't deserve this...and for no reason! I can understand the muggers, the theives, the mobsters. They at least have greed as a motive, but what does this man have? Why! WHY! It makes no sense, just chaos and death.

"These men had families...FAMILIES do you hear me?" I growl. My voice is low, but it still resounds within the room. I've never felt this kind of fury before, its a diffrent kind from what I felt for Selina, more primal. I can't understand a man like this.

He just laughs at me. The bastard laughs. I loose my head for a moment, don't think straight, and just go at him. Stupid, a dumb move. I may be quick, but I can't cover ten feet quicker then the flick of a wrist. he lifts up his gun and fires at me. My momentum carries me straight into the bullet and it feels like a car hits my shoulder. I spin backwards and crash into the wall.

"Welll will you lookie that folks!" the maniac says, "it appears this bat doesn't bleed! That's some tough skin you got there fella!"

I push myself up, all I know is that I want to hurt this man. There's something about him...something unidentifyable that causes a rage within me.

I start towards him warily, my arm isn't hanging right, I hope nothing's broken, but I can't let it bother me now. I have a job to do.

"So is that how's its gunna be bat boy? You wanna get rough with uncle Joker?" the man laughs wildly, "this is gunna be fun!"

R-Taco

02-05-2006, 04:57 AM

Introducing, Mr. Cobblepot!

I stepped off of the exit ramp and into the airport. It was good to be home again, I suppose. Well, as close to a home as I had, anyways. Still better than that 3rd-world Hell-hole the travel agency tried to pass off as a "perfect vacation destination."

My name is Oswald Cobblepot, and I'm in the arms dealing business. Don't let anyone mislead you with that foul "Penguin" title; just because I have a fine Roman nose, black & white suits, and a somewhat diminuative stature, does not mean that I share any resemblance to a certain flightless bird.

I moved here to Gotham not two years ago, from England, and I can't say I'm quite used to it yet. But, alas, this is my new base of operations.

My success over on the other side of the Atlantic was minimal, but I've made a substantial killing here, in more ways than one. And that's why I'm back today.

It seems that some dishonest individual has impersonated me, and employed several highly-trained ninjas in my name. I will not stand for this, and I'm going to find out just who's going to roast for this.

Cats

02-06-2006, 04:32 AM

I trod down the streets of Chinatown for a couple of minutes to look around for the three cats still missing from home when I see a group of people gathered around a punk and his stereo. They're made up of an elderly couple, a mother and a kid as well as three youth. I get curious because such people rarely hang out together, and less so to be listening to stereo together, so I walk over to listen to what is captivating the crowd.

At first I think it's another one of those zany programs where the host entertains with cheesy jokes that he mostly laughs at himself, but the punk in all his neon-green glory whispers to me while the radio blares on, "It's the Joker! He's live on air - I think he's just killed a couple of people."

"The wha??" I realise I must be seriously out of date with the news, and hadn't I just been reading about a puppet mob boss? "Who's that?"

The group of people look annoyed at my apparently 'dumb question', and I sorta shrug. "He's a serial killer," says the elderly dude. I wait for him to elaborate on this 'serial killer', but it seems that's all he's gonna offer, so I listen in as well.

The supposed 'serial killer' on the radio is laughing like a maniac, saying, "...I'm not going to lie to you. Gotham has no hope. No future. All there is is death, death, and more death.Why tell you? Because I, your dear Uncle J, am a concerned citizen. And you know what? I'll even ease the burden for you. By killing you all! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

What he says actually brings a smile to my face. Not that it's funny in anyway, but I think he must be psychologically deranged to think he can kill everyone in Gotham. It's almost corny the way it sounds so villain-ish, like something pulled right out of the comic books. I can't believe these people are actually taking him seriously.

There's dead air for a moment, and everyone sorts relaxes, wondering what the heck did they just hear. But then we hear the same voice come on again, "Ooooh...Ladies and Gentlemen,our first guest for Death With Uncle J has arrived! Gotham, I want you to give a warm, bleated welcome to my dearest partner in crime, Gotham's own...THE BATMAN!"

Everyone looks shocked, and sorta stares at each other, trying to comprehend what we're all thinking. There's a moment of silence again, then a sound of gunshot. The Joker character goes on, "Welll will you lookie that folks! It appears this bat doesn't bleed! That's some tough skin you got there fella! So is that how's its gunna be bat boy? You wanna get rough with uncle Joker? This is gunna be fun!"

More smashing, sounds of glass breaking and suddenly nothing but static.

"I knew it, that so-called vigilante is really a criminal," says the elderly lady to the man.

"Now come on Florence, are you crediting that on the words of a lunatic?" he replies.

"Sounds like the bat is shot," says the punk to the other three guys, and suddenly a smile breaks out on their faces, "COOL!" they shout in unison. The mother looks disturbed by all these callousness to violence and she covers the ears of her kid as she rushes off.

I'm not sure what to think of it... sure, the Bat chased me once, but I'm not sure I like the thought of him shot. I may be a thief, but I think I still have a soul...

Infinity9999x

02-09-2006, 10:31 PM

I crouch slowly and start to circle around the table towards the clown. He shouldn't give me any troubble, physically I'm more then a match for him, but I was stupid and got my arm busted. Still, I can't let it affect me too much, people died here, and he needs to pay.

He's still smiling at me, that wicked smile. For some reason this man unsettles me more then anything I've seen yet. Suddenly the clown reaches down and grabs one of the bodies of the hosts, he pulls the lips back so it looks like the corpse is smiling, then thrusts it at me.

"Bobo wants to say hi! He's such a HAPPY fellow!" The man breaks into a insane laughter, firing shots wildly. I dive towards the floor, the dead body lands on top of me, it's blank eyes staring, they seem to stare into my soul. It's sick, this whole thing is sick. I shove the corpse off me and spring up. The clown is sprinting back into a hallway, deeper into the building. I sprint after him. I can't understand this man, he could have easily run out the door and into the city, but he's just leading me on deeper into the building in some sort of crazy game of cat in mouse.

His laughter floats back to me and my insides squirm. It's almost like he enjoys this.

Nietzsche

02-27-2006, 06:12 PM

I sit in my office when I get a call. It's this Bane guy. I don't like the sound of him. He wants to know If I pay in cash or check because he says he has his sights on batman right now. It seems he's got "the Joker" in his sights too. I tell him I just want Batman dead. He tells me it will be done tonight. He hangs up. I can tell he's not an ordinary criminal. Don't fancy rubbing him up the right way.

Infinity9999x

02-28-2006, 12:43 PM

sorry for the long pause, but I was waiting for Master Bruce to reply, and then nothing happened for a while, well does anyone want to play bane?

Nietzsche

02-28-2006, 01:37 PM

I'll play bane instead of thorne for a while if no one minds and if no one else offers to play bane any time soon. but thats a last resort, i'd rather just stay as thorne

Nietzsche

02-28-2006, 01:37 PM

I'll play bane instead of thorne for a while if no one minds and if no one else offers to play bane any time soon. but thats a last resort, i'd rather just stay as thorne

Cats

02-28-2006, 06:38 PM

I'm willing to join the action at the radio station if someone gives Selina Kyle a lead :P

Infinity9999x

02-28-2006, 10:28 PM

that would be cool, but really, to keep this thing on it's feet, we need more then 3 people who want to regularly post.

The BatDude

02-28-2006, 10:33 PM

this is a really good idea for a RPG thread

Cats

03-01-2006, 02:22 AM

I stroll back to my apartment, pondering what I'd just heard. Do I just pretend nothing's different, or let the Bat get taken down tonight? I say no... if anyone's gonna take him down, it's gonna be me! This 'Joker' fella's not gonna beat me to it.

And quickly I make my way to a cafe, ask for the telephone directory, find the address of the radio station and prace back to my apartment for a little 'costume change'.

An hour later, I find myself on the rooftop of the station. Without much trouble, I unseal a window and enter quietly. The lights are off and there's no a sound to be heard, so I'm guessing the action is happening downstairs. I reach for the stairwell and proceed down cautiously, making sure to check all directions before moving forward.

There's a sign on the third floor - it says "Studios", and I figure that's where I wanna go. I open the door gingerly, follow a corridor, and notice there are bloody footprints on the floor leading down a larger hallway. So I lighten my footsteps and follow the prints through the hall and down a second path that leads to another hall below the one I came from. The prints are so faint now I can barely see them, but there is an obvious sign of a scuffle because tables and chairs are thrown askew, glass lie broken on the ground and sheets of paper scattered.

I pick up a broken bottle and proceed forward, my heart now racing. I think I hear a faint breathing sound, and begin to search around. If the action had taken place an hour ago, it might well been over. It's anyone's guess if the Batman is still alive now.

Infinity9999x

03-03-2006, 04:10 PM

I creep slowly through the hallway. Where did the clown go? Then I hear the slow creep of old music, it sounds like it's from a record. I slowly push open a door, it's some sort of storage room, and someone's playing one of the old records on a beaten down record player. It's a circus tune...from Three dog Night "the show must go on." Then I hear a rustle behind me. Spinning on my heal I turn, expecting the Joker, but to my surprise it's the catburgler I met. The catwoman.

"What in the name...what are you doing here?" I ask, but her reply is cut off as something hard hits me in the back of my head.

Cats

03-06-2006, 11:57 PM

The Bat collapses in front of me, and I have just a two seconds glimpse of his attacker before I leap away - the man looks like a ghoul; pale white as a corpse, stained with trails of blood of his victims that I'm guessing have not survived, his lips are curled upwards, cutting into his cheeks in a deep scarlett shade, and he's a head of bright green hair, that I'm guessing he must've dyed. In that aspect he sorta looks like a clown... a very warped clown. He's holding a bludgeoner in his hands, the one he used to incapacitate the Batman. Grinning like a fool as he approaches me slowly - insanity in the flesh.

"Well well... what do we have here?" he has a high pitched voice, the same I heard on the radio. It is different watching him say it to my face though... he has a disturbing presence, one that I do not plan on staying in for long. "A kitty cat?" he mocks me... "Here kitty kitty!" taunts me... I'm no fool.

I slip into the darkness of a large hall, notice a rusty iron lying upon the floor and grab it. It's dangerous not having a weapon with me, but guns are not exactly my style. The iron will do... The clown doesn't see me, he calls for me more and I don't reply. If I'm to take him down, I have to do it quickly, I know he must be pretty sharp in order to have murdered so many and gotten away with it. You don't mess with serial killers like this one - and he's the first one I've faced (not counting Larry, Curly and Moe... I don't know how many those have done in). I can hear his approaching footsteps as I hide behind a shelf.

"Come out kitty kitty! Don't be afraid of Uncle Joker... I'll give you some milk if you do!" I can see his shadow now, and I get smug, moving swiftly to hammer the iron into a head. But I realise in a split second that the Joker had been holding up a corpse in front of him that he whisks at me. The blood from the victim's skull now seeps onto my chest and I struggle to get free. The iron has fallen a distance from me and the clown is quickly taking a seat on top of the corpse so I can't get free.

But hey... this gal has an ace up her sleeve (forgive the pun). As soon as he plants his butt down on that corpse, I pull out my whip, slap it around his neck and pull. It catches him by surprise as he falls over, taking the weight of the corpse with him and I am free.

"You *****!" he screams at me as he coughs when the whip is released. And I'd like to reply, but I figure I might put him down first. So I reach for the iron and plummet it down on his head hard. He falls to the floor and remains motionless - I think I've killed him... or I don't know. But I'm not sticking around to find out. Swiping some of the grime and blood off me, I return to the hall only to find the Batman gone.

I figure it's just as well... he probably recovered while I was busy. We'll live to fight another day!

Infinity9999x

03-07-2006, 10:43 PM

My head feels like it's been split open, I'd probably be dead if I didn't have armor around my cowl. I push myself up, and to my surprise, the lunatic is on the ground, catwoman standing over him. I'm already in the shadows when she turns to look at me. I have to be cautious, right now I'm pretty banged up, and I'm not quite sure if she's in the friend or foe catagory. And I have no idea what she's going to do with the clown. I stay back and watch...

Infinity9999x

03-08-2006, 07:51 PM

Catwoman stands over Joker, it seems she's going to leave, but she hesitates, it's then I stumble. Dizziness washes over me, the back of my head feels slightly wet, I think I'm loosing blood.

Catwoman jumps at my unexpected appearance, but then she give's me a little smile.

"Not so gracefull tonight are you?"

Batman

03-08-2006, 08:05 PM

<The Joker>

Heh... Ow.

I look up as Bat-Boob and Kitty Litter begin chatting. Battypants mentions "Not so graceful tonight are you?". It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get that this isn't the first time they've crossed paths. So they've met before? Hehe... That's quite interesting. I may save that for future reference.

However... Right now, I have one dooooooozy of a headache... And considering two against one just isn't fair at all...

I reach into my jacket when they aren't looking, and pull out a gun. I see a pipe above them. Probably for water. Eh, good enough for me!

I shoot the pipe, making water fly, hitting the both of them with a powerful surge of it, as I make my way back to where I came out from. I look back, as the two costumed looneys (Heh, I'm one to talk) start to get up from my little dirty trick. I salute them both.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but you're both a couple'a *****es! Catch ya on the flipside, pointy earsies! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Then, I make a run for it. Not the best plan in the world, but it'll save me the embarassment of being locked up by two halloweeners. Heh.

Now, to find a place so I can lick my wounds... before one of those masked monkeywrenches can search the city for me. TTFN, Gotham! Ta Ta... For Now!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Infinity9999x

03-08-2006, 09:47 PM

Great....that was just f* Cking great. The water hits me in the head hard, just what I need, a hard blast of water to my head, after the physco clown nails me in the head. Nice job hero.

I stumble backwards, trying to clear my head, now sopping wet. I really need to make an insulated suit. As I lean back and try to regain my senses I see the clown making an exit. Great, what else could go wrong?

Cats

03-08-2006, 10:18 PM

I get thrown to the ground on top of the Batman with the water spurt. I hate being wet, and I grip a fist in anger at the clown, prepared to chase him till I smack the living daylights outta him. But then I hear a groan, and I see the gushing water turning a tinge of red. Is it me? Am I bleeding? I look myself over and I know I'm fine.

It's Batman, he doesn't look too good, grimaced in pain. Strange to see him this way, when I would've believed he could withstand anything the first time I met him upon the rooftop. He always appears so strong. But he's as mortal as me, and suffering from the blows given to him by that maniac. I gently feel at the back of his head and find my gloved fingers doused in blood... his blood. He probably needs a hospital or something... but how would they react to a masked vigilante? I think about it for a sec. If they discovered his identity, they might arrest him, then I'd be free to go scouring people's houses without having to worry about running from him. But is that really what I want? Where is the fun in taking away the chase? If I knew a private doctor I could trust then.... wait... didn't Miss Thompkins use to be a surgeon? If I could take him to her, she might not tell.

I pick him up gently, but he moans and grips onto his left arm. I realise it might've been dislocated. I have to be careful with this... As I look round, I find a trolley and prop him up on that. He's still awake, and I know he's fighting hard to stay conscious - my heart races, I don't quite understand it. Why am I saving my pursuer? It makes little sense. But something about him... there's just something about him that kills me to see him this way.

I race through the hallways with the trolley, the scene of the two of us would probably look slightly strange to onlookers, thankfully the place is empty. I find my car in the place I'd left it, and lift him onto the backseat. But as I turn to leave, I feel his grip around my hand.

"No doctors..." his voice is rough, pained. And I try to smile.

"I know, trust me," I pat his hand and feel the grip soften as he slips into unconsciousness. A fear seizes me, I know it's silly, but I worry that he's not going to make it.

I slip off my mask and begin to drive, drive as fast as I can. My feet is on the floorboard, and the cars are ducking out of the way, I hear faint swearing from the other drivers... I don't really care.

While I'm driving, I speed dial Miss Thompkins. Thankfully she's still at the shelter. I tell her I have a casualty and need her help. She asks why I can't take him to the hospital, and I tell her I can't explain over the phone. There's a little medical room in the shelter, she tells me to bring him directly there and she'll be ready for my arrival.

As I near the shelter, I pull off my gloves and stop right in front of the medical room where I'm met by Miss Thompkins. She gasps when she sees the Batman, I mean I would too. How often do you get a patient who's one of Gotham's most notorious vigilantes?

"How did you end up with him?" asks Miss Thompkins, and I sorta shrug... she can't know the truth.

"I found him bleeding to death at the radio station. Couldn't leave him, so I picked him up and brought him here."

She eyes me a little, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

She's sharp, but there's little time for that. "Please take care of him will you? And don't tell him who brought him here."

Miss Thompkins hesistates for a sec then succumbs, nods and takes him in. "Go home Selina, don't get into more trouble."

It would seem that she knew the truth all along, I hope I'm guessing wrong. And I hope the Bats will pull through...

Infinity9999x

03-09-2006, 01:30 PM

Everything hurts. Note to self, armor your head better. The water's all around me, but it's hard to stay concious. I feel someone lightly touch my head...the catwoman...great, I'm practically defensless and a theif is right next to me.

She surprises me though. She props me up on a trolley (I'm surprised at her strength, I'm not exactly a small guy) and carries me out to a car. Everything's going black now, but I manage to get out..

"No doctors...." She only smiles at me and says something in reply, but everything goes fuzzy, and I pass out.

*******

I awake in a small room on a cot. Where....?

"You really need to take better care of yourself," a testy voice says from the corner. I prop myself up quickly, but it's too much exertion too fast and I have to lay back down to dispel the dizziness.

"Leslie...?" I ask groggily.

"Yes Bruce," She says leaning over me, "and don't try too much too soon, that's no little goosegg you have on your head. What did you get hit with? A hammer?"

"Sledgehammer or malet I think," I reply, trying to ignore the huge migrane I'm feeling.

Leslie shakes her head slowly, "A billionare and the best thing he can do with his time is dress up in a fancy costume...." she mutters as she checks my wounds.

"That arm isn't good, muscle tears on the shoulder, but you're lucky it should heal up after a few good days of rest, I'd be more carefull with the head, that's a nasty bruise."

"How did I get here?" I ask her, gently rubbing my hand on my head. My cowl's been removed, and I glance around for it, I see it sitting on a chair nearby. Leslie notices me glancing at it.

"Heck of thing to take off," she replied, "I was almost had to cut it off before I found the seam, I swear this damn costume is so realistic it's like skin."

I nod, but I notice she's avoiding my question, "who brought me in?"

"A friend," she replies causually, but I can tell she's knows more.

"Leslie who..."

"A friend bruce," she says with that strict tone that she used to use on me when I was a child, "and that's all you need to know."

I sigh, it's no good bugging her about it, she's a stubbourn woman.

"So who did this to you?" She asks after a moment.

"A madman..." I reply, my mind floating back to the memory of the insane clown...."No...not a man, a monster," I reply after a moment.

I've never seen anyone like the Joker before, and I can't help but wonder why a man does that to himself, and I wonder as I lie here now...what horrors is this man commiting?

Cats

03-10-2006, 12:44 PM

It's day again, and I'm back in the Beijing noodle house - but I can't help and think about what happened last night. There is a psychopathic maniac running on our streets, nobody is safe till he's caught. I've seen him in person, he's nothing like the clown that he dresses up to be. There is no humor in what he does.

Then I begin to think of my own problems... Rupert Thorne, how did I get myself into such territory? I know I can't battle the man himself, unless I'm able to get some file to incrimminate him in court. I'll just have to hope he's not onto me before I get onto him.

While I make certain plans for a night romp around the Thorne manor, the phone goes off and it makes me jump. "Yes?"

It's Johnny Cash, "We need to meet up." He sounds very formal, almost business-like. Probably has another task for me to do.... most likely something illegal. I will wager my finger on it.

"Where and when?" I'm getting business-like myself. Just want this over and done with so I can go back to my snooping and get Thorne outta my life with his lowlife Johnny Cash. Interruptions such as this will only delay my plan.

"Gotham Harbor, warehouse 7, tonight 8pm. Don't be late," he replies, and the line goes dead. I start to wonder about the mission - perhaps it's something to do with shipping? I can only guess. We shall see...

Infinity9999x

03-11-2006, 12:32 PM

I arrive home shortly after Leslie gets done checking me out. She protested, she said I shouldn't be trying to walk around so soon, but I didn't listen, as usual. I needed to get back to the manor.

I sit in the batcave, quickly typing away at the computer. Thats when Alfred walks down behind me.

"Ah, I see you decided to come home sir." I nod my head in reply.

"Are you going to make a habit of coming home days late with life threatening injuries, or did you just want to keep me on my toes?"

"I'm fine alfred," I reply quickly, "just a few bumps."

"Hmph, that's not what Ms. Thompkins said when she called yesterday. Sir, I really..."

"Alfred not now...please," I reply. Alfred sighs, then hands me a note.

"This came from your unlisted fax. It's from one of your street informants I believe."

I met up with a street teenager a while ago. Saved him from some gang members. He wanted to help me out so I told him to keep me posted on the actions of a few mob members. I gave him a small beeper he could send messages from to an unlisted fax. He's helped me out a few times.
I glance at the quick note.

"Cash planning something. Give you more info 2night."

A small smile plays on my lips. Finally, I'm learning more about this man.

Cats

03-12-2006, 09:57 AM

The streets are crowded with party-goers and couples strolling hand-in-hand. It's a friday night and it would seem all Gotham is out celebrating the start of the weekend. I have a trenchcoat over my cheong-sam, tucking it close to my body as I weave in and out of traffic. I didn't bring the car today, and didn't think to go home and get it. Gotham Harbor isn't too far from Chinatown, I figured I'd take a leisurely walk.

But this isn't a stroll I enjoy - there's lots on my mind tonight. I know I can't escape doing a few more jobs for Cash. I can only hope to ride it through to the end. Then my thoughts trail to him... I wonder how he's doing. He got beat up pretty bad last night, and as much as I'd like to visit him - I know that if I did, he would know who I am. In fact by bringing him to Ms Thompkins I'd already risked exposure. The question is why did I do it? I must've been a fool... a fool with a soul, I tell myself. It's comforting somehow.

I find myself at warehouse 7 five minutes before 8. Not too shabby... I tug on the door that is unlocked, and enter. Johnny Cash is already waiting for me with two men by his side. He brushes blonde hair and lazily tugs on his leather gloves as I wait for his instructions.

"Early..." he muses, "I appreciate you being on time, especially when we need you to do this job tonight and return to us before midnight." There's a calm drawl to his voice tonight that I don't appreciate. He's particularly smug about something, and I don't like being out of the loop, especially while he's setting deadlines for me.

"I hope it isn't a big job then," I comment. Four hours isn't exactly considered lengthy for all this spy work, especially not for the previous job.

He smiles somewhat surprised-like, perhaps he'd expected me to be all timid by now, especially after the raid on my apartment. "It's a simple job, and will also be your last."

The last few words in his sentence catch me by surprise... "M.. My last?" I didn't expect it to be this easy. There must be a catch somewhere.

And he acts as if he's read my thoughts, "No catch, kittens. Do this last job for us and you're free. It's as simple as that. I'm not an unreasonable person. You've paid your dues, it's about time we let you go free."

As much as I don't believe him, the thought intrigues. "What is this job?" I just had to ask... He hands me a package, the one I saw Thorne hand him. It must be really important for this to be my last.

"Open it.." he beckons me, and I do. It's the plans for some medical facility. And the address points to a building close by where we are. Perhaps that was the purpose of meeting here.

"Oricode21," I read out loud. It's the name of the drug I'm supposed to nab. I think to ask Cash what it's for but I decide then I don't wanna know. It helps that this is my last job for them. I want nothing else to do with their schemes.

"Tonight," he says as he leaves the warehouse. "Before midnight. Come right back here and deliver. Not a moment more or we'll come looking for you." Just a moment he's promising my freedom, and the next, threats and threats again. I nod in agreement then slip into the darkness as I change into the black-figure-hugging outfit I carried with me.

Right before I leave, I check the hands on my watch. It's ten after eight... time is ticking! I slip the documents into a pouch I carry with me, and with a little thought, I leave the warehouse and head on down through the shadows to the medical facility that has been closed for the night.

Infinity9999x

03-12-2006, 01:35 PM

I get another fax quickly. It gives me the directions to a medical facility and a planned robbery for some sort of drug. It's going to go down between 9 and midnight.

I jump up from my chair,
"Alfred get me the suit."

"Sir should you really be going out so soon, your arm is still...."

"I've reinforced my shoulder padding and the crainial area on the cowl. I'll be fine."

"But sir.."

"The suit alfred." Alfred nods, and walks off. I know he cares, but crime doesn't rest and I can't afford to either.

Cats

03-12-2006, 09:24 PM

Thirty past eight, I'm scaling the wall into the compounds of the medical facility. It's a brownish-grey building, about seven storeys high, very few windows... makes it hard. I love buildings with large windows, gives me the advantage. I can't cut through walls. I'll have to scale up to the seventh floor and hope to enter through the roof.

But this is tiring work, and even with my wall climbing equipment, I struggle to cling to its surface. Any slip now would break my bones, something that I plan on not doing. Every few minutes of intense strain upon my shoulders and back I take a quick breather... my breath arriving in short spurts, and my head getting a little winded.

When I get to the sixth floor, I turn my face away from the wall, glance down on the ground and I think I see something moving in the shadows. My breath is caught for a second... I hope no one has spotted me yet. I'm not exactly in shape to do stunts now, I know I best get up to the roof where I can rest for a moment to regain my strength.

With that I haul myself up as quickly as my tired arms will take me, and land on the concrete platform of the roof where I see a staircase leading down. Perfect! It was what I was counting on. Just need to catch my breath first...

I lean my palms upon my knees and let out a couple of breaths of night air. My mind begins to clear, and my body cools down with the breeze that penetrates the suit and touches my flushing skin. When I feel ready enough, I straighten up and take the staircase down into the building.

Infinity9999x

03-12-2006, 09:52 PM

By the time I reach the roof my arm feels like it's in tatters. Even with my grappling hook to help me, it still felt like hell. My head's going crazy too, but I shut it all out. Whoever's raiding this building is working for cash, and cash hurt two people close to me. Anyone who does that will pay, that's a promise.

I glance down at the concrete and notice a very faint outline of a mud shaped shoe leading towards a staircase. Small imprint, whoever's doing this is slight. It's a light print too, so they probably don't weight much. I shake my head a bit to clear the pain and follow down the staircase.

Cats

03-12-2006, 11:31 PM

I slip down a passageway, the halls are deserted, but I know there're security cameras about. Have to be careful about this. Don't want to be getting caught at anytime. Especially not after wasting half an hour on that dreaded wall.

The documents don't offer much but a rough map of the place. What I need is on the sixth floor. I read the instructions quietly: Eighth room on the right facing the stairs... blah blah blah... search for a crate among many labelled Columbian Express, and get a tray of sealed test-tubes within. I can use either the stairs or the lift... well the lift would not be entirely wise to use, seeing as I'd have to cross several passages with cameras to get there, not to mention a possible security camera within the lift itself.

I decide the stairs will have to do, so I continue on to the sixth floor and peep round the corridor. There's a camera at the end of the hall pointed directly at my angle. It has to cover a wide angle tho, if I time it just right, I might be able to block it out before it discovers my presence.

I wait with my eye pasted in the crack between the door and its frame while I keep my senses horned in to the camera. There's a slight buzz sound when it moves, and I let it buzz a couple of rounds left and right before I've its timing memorized. My palms are sweaty, and my eyes are heating up... I know I'm nervous. Just one more job - I tell myself.

And off I go! Just moments as the camera swerves past the view that I'm in. I take several foreflips onto the carpet head of me to speed things up. I can hear the buzzing getting closer and closer as my speed cuts through the stagnant air and whizzes by me. The camera swerves towards me just in time to meet my fist. And with a couple of sparks, it dies out. Finally... I'm able to walk normally.

I look for the eighth room, it's labelled "HIGH RISK, AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY". I shrug... haven't I seen that before? It's never stopped me then, surely won't stop me now. The door is locked, it's magnetic... no locks to pick. I'll have to get creative with opening this door, and I glance around for aids.

There're only two unlocked doors in this corridor, that is the maintainence room and the washroom. I check out the maintainence room and find a small gas canister, a mop and some matches. Excellent! Good stuff they keep here, will have to thank the cleaners sometime.

So I prop the canister against the door with the mop pressing against it, levered by the opposite wall. Slowly, I take the cap off the canister, and angle it just right so that the gas begins escaping the passage. I can smell it now... I'll have to be fast or the blast will surely reach me.

Whipping out the matches, I take a somersault away from the canister, light a flame and flick it toward the escaping gas, shortly igniting a blast that tears open the door while I leap as far as I can. Its heat touches my back just for a moment... a moment longer and I might've been scorched... it's a good thing for that.

I turn around to see the hall dressed in black soot now... I might have triggered some alarm too; I see a red light on the ceiling blinking rapidly. What choice did I have tho... I hate 'em modern magnetic doors, they're so difficult to get open without a key. But it doesn't matter I guess... the door IS open now, and I dash through the smoke with my hand over my nose to look for the alleged crate I'm supposed to get.

Infinity9999x

03-13-2006, 09:50 PM

As I turn the corner an explosion greats me. Soot covers the hall in front of me in a haze. My lenses automatically go into night vision, and I can see a bit more clearly.

I can make out a busted camera as I walk back, the theif was smart, but it looks like they had to forsake some secrecy to get into wherever they're going.

I see a body moving around in the shadows ahead of me. I debate about taking the fight to the theif, but decide with my current injuries it would be wiser to use the element of surprise to my advantage. I melt into the shadows and wait...

Cats

03-13-2006, 10:07 PM

I wave off the smoke to the best of my abilities, flick on my torch and peer at the boxes. Most of them are medical crates labelled "Fragile" - I have no idea what're in them. Best not to shake them too much. So I pick each up gently and place them aside... but as quickly as I'm able to. I have to be outta here in a maximum of ten minutes, else the place might possibly be surrounded by cops soon.

"Columbian... Columbian..." I utter to myself, reading the tags on each crate. And then I find it... at the bottom of the pile. Initially I had hoped to carry the whole thing with me, but it is slightly large... bulky. If I needed to take off quickly once I exit the building, it would make it challenging.

So I pull out a wrench that I carried with me and begin working on levering off the cover. There are a couple of bottles within under tons of insulating material. And in the middle... my rack of Oricode21 test tubes sealed neatly within an insulated metallic case. Terrific!

I tuck the case neatly within my pack and head out. But as I exit the door, something moves from within the shadows... it's a good thing I'm alert as I slip quickly under a falling hand. Half a second more and I would probably be on the ground, unconscious. I whirl around to check on my perpetrator, but a boot gets me in the jaw and I slam into the floor, catching the ground with my hands before I take the full brunt on my head. What the...?

Before I'm able to react, sturdy hands drag me onto a wall, and he looks straight into my eyes. "Y.. you..." I stammer... it's the Batman. I thought he was injured just recently? How did he get into full form today?

He appears shocked too, his grip loosens slightly and I decide to take the chance - pulling myself from his grasp, slapping him on the shoulder that I recall was damaged last night... not too hard, but enough to keep him from chasing me for a while.

Then I dash away for the exit, tucking my sack close to my body to keep it from being shaken up too much.

Infinity9999x

03-14-2006, 09:01 PM

Her? Her? She's with Cash? She's one of the people who helped terrorize Leslie and Selina!? I mean, I knew she was a crook but....

I shrug off my thoughts and the searing pain in my shoulder as I stagger forward. She's fast, but I can't let her get away, I need the information on Cash.

I sprint forward through the hallway after her, she's already got a good lead, but whatever she's holding is slowing her down. I round a corner and barley miss a flying kick. I spin on my heal and grab her wrist.

"YOU!" I bellow, my voice a mask of rage, "YOU HELP CASH?" Her face is in shadow and I don't see her reaction, but she says in an indignant voice,

"Don't assume too much,"

She knees me in the groin and I stumble. It's a good thing I put extra armor over that "special area" or else I wouldn't be moving very quick, but it gave her the time she needed to sprint up the flight of stairs to the roof.

I make to follow but a squad of policemen emerge from the hallway to my right, before they can get a good glance of me, I hurl a smoke bomb down, and crash through the window in front of me. My cape billows out and slows my desent, but I still hit the ground with enough force to knock the breath out of me. As I hit another jolt of pain goes through my shoulder.

"Definatley need to improve the cape," I mutter as I dissapear into an alleyway before any other unexpected surprsies pop up.

Cats

03-14-2006, 10:31 PM

I think I've lost him... At least I don't see him when I glance around. I heard cop cars from a distance, I'm guessing he's busy with them. Makes for a good cover of escape! I feel bad about exploiting his injuries, he cringed when I hit him... I know how it still hurts. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I'm not about to let him end this last job for me before I can finally get free from Cash.

Time check... it's 11:37pm, almost half an hour early for my appointment. I glance around again to see that nobody has followed me. I'm not sure where Batman went after our rendevous just minutes before, but I surely don't see him now. Hopely he's stopped following my trail.

Cash is waiting in warehouse 7, they'd opened a table and he's playing cards with his men... all casual-like while I was out there putting my life on the line. I hate them, to the pits of my stomach. I hate how they've used me... but no more. I intend to pass them the drug and never see them again. "I held to my end of the bargain," I say, pulling out the drugs out of my sack and they receive it with pleasure engraved upon their faces - it must mean a lot to them. I begin to wonder what exactly does Oricode21 do, and why all the fuss? "Now keep to yours," I continue, "I'm free to walk."

Cash straightens himself, exhales a puff of smoke from a large cuban cigar, and points to me with two fingers. "Just a minute kitty... we've got a present for you." His two men walk towards me as Cash retrieves the metallic case.

I get nervous... somehow in the pit of my stomach I'd guessed it wouldn't be as easy as he said it'd be, and yet I had fallen for it like a sucker. "No no... You promised."

Cash speaks with that drawl again while his men are suddenly by my side and are gripping tightly onto my arms. "I promised this would be your last job, and it is..."

Well what he says is true, but why do I not like the sound of it, and what's with the men holding me down? Whatever present he has for me, I don't want it. The two men are distracted, I use the opportunity to swing a kick at one of 'em, it startles him. The other tries to pull on me, but I do a backflip and land behind him, twisting his elbow and he wails in pain, letting me go immediately. I get smug... congratulate myself, slam a fist into the one I had kicked so he falls onto the ground, and whip a foot in the direction of the other that takes him down as well. My fists are in front of me, and I gaze at Cash with a certain gleam... oddly enough he doesn't fear me still.

"Ah... very good," he says, as though he was expecting this. "You've been able to beat up two of my men, but how are you at fending yourself from Thorne's men?"

Thorne? Thorne is here? The doors behind and in front of Cash open, and at least ten muscled men appear to surround me. They crush their knuckles into their palms as though they're daring me to try and take them down. From behind one of the groups of ten comes a larger sized man. It's Thorne... I just know it, he has that 'mafia-boss' presence. He's puffing on a cigar similar to Cash's... I should've guessed. The two are probably close buddies sharing smokes.

"I've heard a lot about you," comes Thorne's voice, low and booming. "You think you're very sneaky, don't you?" Well... I don't dispute that, but I'll just be quiet. "Whatever you can do, we can do twice better." He grins a pretty sick-ish grin. "We know you've been snooping around Cash, and we know that you hacked into the registry for vehicles to check on my car. If you'd been wiser to stay out of our business, you might be free right this moment." The color drains out of my face... how did he know? He whisks his cigar to the ground, now half its original size, and crushes it with the tip of his leather shoes. "What do you suppose happens to curiosity and the cat?"

I think it's my cue to leave... I spin around, and end up facing a wall of tough men who grab me crudely and hold me while I struggle to the best of my abilities... but they've got my legs too, and there's little I can do now. Thorne bellows a laugh and walks out the door to a waiting limo while my mouth, arms and legs get binded. I try to scream, but my voice is muffled with the cloth in my mouth.

"Put her in the crate," commands Cash, and I look around for what he's referring to... it's an iron crate... perhaps to seal important goods to take on shipments. Except I think the item to be sealed is now me. The men carry me over and fit me into the cratewith my knees bent... it's cramp in here, but that's not exactly the main worry right now.

Cash appears above me, carrying a syringe. Darn, he's not going to poison me too is he?... I want to fight back but there's little I can do with my arms and legs bounded, and now cramped in this little space. I start to get frantic... possibly for the first time in my life. A life that's possibly coming to an end very soon. "Remember I said I had a present for you?" says Cash, "Here it is..." He grips onto my left arm that I shake as hard as I can, though it does little to deter him. He injects the substance, and I stop struggling... whatever it is, it's in me now. I don't expect to live long, I just hope it'll end quickly... painlessly. "Our first test subject," laughs Cash. And then I realise it was that drug I nabbed... Who in the world knows what it does? Not me... perhaps I will find out soon enough - if I don't suffocate first.

And just like that, the lid on my world slams on me... what a life, what an end... I feel the crate being moved, and other boxes thrown on top of mine. There goes thoughts of screaming for help... nobody can hear me now, I can't even hear anything either.

I rest my head against the cold metallic surface in surrender as I await my end.

Infinity9999x

03-14-2006, 10:52 PM

I slam my fist against a brick wall.

"DAMN!"

Anger, no, rage curses through my viens. I had thought, after she helped me that maybe...but no, she's helping the man that's hurt people close to me, and whatever she's done I can't forgive her for that.

I leap over the rooftops, gracefully landing on the cheap stone they put on the tops of the buildings in this city. When I'm a sufficeint distance away from the hospital, I take out my small handheld computer and tap into my database.

I've been hacking Thorne much more adamantly lately, and it's been bugging the hell out of him, because he doesn't have any idea who's messing with his files. He's the type of guy that loves power, and when anyone threatens that, he gets nervous, because he's not in controll, and he hates that. One file has had my attention for a while. Project Oricode21. It's taken me a hell of a long time crack this thing, but I finally started making some leeway earlier today.

I bring up the file, and my eyes widen in shock as I read the information.
"Good lord..."

I turn and start moving quick, I have to find Jimmy, my street informant. I need to find out where Thorne is, and I need to find it fast. I have a sickening feeling I know exactaly what the Catwoman stole from the hospital, but I pray that I'm wrong.

Infinity9999x

03-16-2006, 04:02 PM

Jimmy walks alone, heading through some back streets to his house. I leap off the building top I'm perched on and land lightly infront of him.

"JEEZUS!" he says taking a step back, "can't you just like...i don't know, say hi or something?"

I ignore the comment and step towards him, my eyes glowing in the darkness, "I need to know where Rupert Thorne is, tonight."

"What? Are you serious? I..."

"I don't have time for deturrants, tell me where he is or tell me where to find someone that does."

"Man..this is Thorne we're talkin about...." I take another step forward, and he puts up his hands.

"Ok, ok, I don't know where the big guy is right now, but his second in command, some advisor guy, always makes stops at this fancy bar, The Seventh Heaven. He'll know where Thorne is." Jimmy rolls his eyes and sighs,

"But man no one can no I told you this or...." he stops, I'm already gone. He glances around the alleyway, then shakes his head again.

"Damn creepy bast*ard......"

Infinity9999x

03-16-2006, 10:33 PM

The Seventh Heaven is a nice place. I've been there a few times myself. I view it from a rooftop. So many limos are parked at the place you'd think it was a special gas station for them. The outside is decorated in expensive crystal, and countless fountains spurt water into the air infront of the gates.

I know the man Jimmy mentioned. David Sloan, he's called "The Enforcer" in the underworld. He's dangerous, but he hasn't met the batman yet.

The place is brightly lit, but fortunately, the building I'm on is highter then the bar, and firing my grapple, I slide over to the roof of the bar.

They have countless sunlights on the ceiling, which is good for me. I spot Sloan quickly, he's the center of attention, sitting in a group of attractive women, probably all young enough to be his daughters. Normaly, I'd wait until he left to draw less attention to myself, but I don't have time.

I hurl a smoke bomb through the window, and while everyone inside is trying to figure out what's going on, I've already jumped into the bar (My grabbling hook attachted to my belt) next to Sloan.

"We need to talk" I growl, and grabbing the big man roughly, I hit a button on my grapple and we're pulled up onto the roof.

"Wh...what do you want you frea...." I don't let him finish his sentance. I hold up my grappling gun and aim it towards his face. Thinking it's a real gun, he tries to break free, but I fire off a shot.

I send the hook through the back of his collar to connect with the ledge of another building. Giving him a firm push, Sloan slides out and dangles over the drop, held up by the wire through his collar.
"Where's Thorne?" I say in low voice.

"I...I dunno he went off somewhere..." Sloan stops as the sound of ripping cloth cuts through the air.

"Don't know how long that will last," I say in a calm tone, "now tell me where Thorne is."

"I...." I reach out and grab the mobster, pulling him towards me so his face is inches from mine. I see him wince a bit as my white eyes stare merilessly into his.

"Tell me where Thorne is," I say in a dangerous voice, "or they pick you up off the pavement."

"OK OK," Sloan says, his voice frantic, "an old warehouse num...number seven. Few blocks from here....now please...let me down."

I grab his shirt front and hold him up with one hand, he screams, and I let him fall. His yell is cut short as he lands on pavement a few feet below him.

"The roof branches out, it's hard to see in the dark isn't it?" I reply. Sloan's eye's are wider then a kitchen plate, he looks down at the roof under him, then back towards me, but I'm already gone. He slowly lies down on the gravel of the roof, trying to keep himself from going into a total nervous breakdown.

Infinity9999x

03-17-2006, 06:44 PM

I see some cars parked oustide the warehouse. Good, he's still here. They have two guards near the door, big guys, both pushing seven feet, and athletic looking. I'm going to have to take them down quick.

I creep up in the shadows behind them, pulling out two of my poisioned laced batarangs as I do so. With a quick flick of my wrist the small blades lodge themselvs in the guards backs, and the quick acting nero poision has them out cold. They won't wake up for another few hours, and they'll have one hell of a headache.

I creep inside and see Thorne talking to a well dressed man. I'm not sure who it is, but I can't let either of them escape. I drop a flashbomb, and the light blinds everyone in the facinity, except me of course, thanks to my lenses. I follow that up with a smoke bomb, a nice touch to the confusion.

There's a huge amount of thugs in here, and if I'm going to come out of this alive I'll have to be smart. While some of them are still cluthing at their eyes, I get off a few batarangs, and three hit the ground like stones. Before anyone else can do anything, I've slipped back into the shadows and pulled myself up into the beams of the warehouse, courtesy of my grappling hook.

There have to be at least twenty men in the building, this is going to be one hell of a thing to pull off.

"What in the hell was that?" I hear Thorne curse, rubbing his eyes.

"It was that bat thing boss," one of the thugs reply, "but he up and vanished, like some sorta ghost."

"He's no damn ghost! He's just a man in a costume, now find him, he can't just dissapear!" Thorne growls angrily. I notice him move next to a crate, and glance down at it.

"Do you think he's here for her?" Thorne mutters to the other well dressed man, nodding his head towards the crate.

"Dunno, Maybe."

I wait and watch as the guards spread out over the warehouse. They're carefull, well trained, but then again, so am I.

I wait till one branches off into the darkness a bit, almost directly below me, and then I leap down, the rope of my grapple connected to the beam and harnested to my belt, and land on top of the man. He gets off a strangled shout and a wildly aimed round before I give him a hard hit to the chin and hurl him over my head into the group of men in the light. By the time the others turn I've already raised myself back into the beams.

As I run along the beams, I hurl a smokebomb behind me, and the goons turn at the distraction. I land behind a group of five and bust in one's knee and another's mouth before they can react. As the next three turn, I grab the edge of my cape and swing it in a wide arc. The weighted tips collide into two thug's faces like tiny lead balls, the last one fumbles with his gun, scared. I kick him hard in the face and he falls backwards with a yelp. I hear the fire of bullets and my leg feels like it's been hit by a truck.

I quickly duck back into the shadows, and run into a maze of crates, silently cursing. The fight took too long, I let one tag me. I ignore the pain in my leg as I hear the others grow closer.

"I swear I tagged him..."

"there ain't no blood,"

"I know but I swear I tagged him..."

Good, they're afraid of me. I climb up a mountain of crates, and peer between two. I see three men slowly making their way into the clutter of crates. I pick a heavy one, and lift the wodden box into the air, then hurl it at the group with all I've got. It collides with two, and clips the third. He stumbles backwards firing wild rounds into the air and collides with a wobly tower behind him, the wodden containers topple and smash over him.

I quickly fire my grapple and hurtle up into the ceiling again. I notice Thorne moving towards the exit with the other man.

"Dammit, finish the freak," he yells as he opens the door to the outside. I sprint forward and leap into the air, headless of who's behind me. My cape billows out and catches, my sillouhette is outlined against the dim lights hanging above me. I see Thorne inadvertainly take a stap backwards.

"You don't escape tonight," I say, my voice a low animalistic grumble.

Thorne's scared, but he's not stupid, "Oh really?" he replies, "I think I have something to say about that."

I look over my shoulder and see the remaining men making their way towards me, not firing a shot for fear of hitting Thorne. There's too many, and I can't keep this up. I grit my teeth and make a decision, I may not be able to get Thorne tonight, but I may be able to help someone.

I twist and use my momentum to hurl Thorne into the approaching group of hitmen. I leap into the air and fire my grapple, it connects with the beam and I swing forward. Hitting the release, the rope slides into the gun, and I land on the ground next to the crate Thorne had indicated earlier. Scooping it up with a grunt, I leap forward again and go crashing through the large window in front of me and out into the night.

Infinity9999x

03-19-2006, 02:10 PM

The glass shatters around me and I hit the concrete hard, still clinging to the crate. I'm lucky, whoever's in here isn't too big, or else this would be a lot harder to lug around, not that its a piece of cake at the moment.

I fire my grapple up a building, and carry the crate to safety. Once on the roof, I take out a batarang and slide it under the lid, then pry it open. When I see the person inside I almost wish I hadn't saved them.

It's her.

I grab the cat by the neck and hang her over the edge of the building.

"You helped Johnny Cash. You probably helped hurt some of my friends, give me one reason why I go back down there and leave you with the scum you work for."

Cats

03-20-2006, 08:50 AM

Air rushes through the crate and I'm whipped into the air by strong arms. I'm slightly blinded... disoriented after being cramped in the crate for the length of time. I blink... attempting to adjust my vision as my gag is whipped off my lips... Thank God! I gasp in air through my mouth, even as I gaze down and realise I'm at quite a height, dangling by the ropes around my hands. Doesn't matter though... I'm free! Just as I'm about to celebrate and thank my knight in shining armor, I get spun around and come face to face with 'him'. Ah...

He growls at me threateningly, "You helped Johnny Cash. You probably helped hurt some of my friends, give me one reason why I go back down there and leave you with the scum you work for."

"Wha?" I'm taken aback by what he's accusing me of. I can't believe it... me in the same league as Johnny Cash? He's gotta be kidding! "Hey come'on buddy! Would you think they would lock me in a crate for the dead if I was really on their side?"

He pulls me closer till the tip of my nose almost touches his and I can feel his breath on my face, feel the rumble of his growl, "Come straight with me. NOW!"

He doesn't kid around. Methinks I'd better give him something... I let out a long breath that I realise I'd been holding. "Alright alright... will you put me down first? I'm still suffering from cramps from being in the tight space."

His eyes narrow menacingly, I almost think he's not gonna give him, but then in a moment, he pulls me in and drops me on the roof - not exactly in a rough manner, but enough to bruise my ego. He points at me like a father disciplining his kid, "Now talk..."

I roll myself into a sitting pose, the ropes around my wrists still cutting into my flesh. My feet uncomfortably binded, but I pull my knees towards me. "Cash blackmailed me, made me perform a few tasks for him before he'd let me go free. Apparently free equals dead in his dictionary."

The Bat squats down in front of me, his gaze is softer now, his voice is calmer too, "Why did he pick you?"

"Because..." I choke on my words, "Because I am a thief, and he needs someone to steal items for his boss." Admitting that I'm a thief just doesn't gel right... it makes me uneasy inside, but I know it's what he wants to hear.

"You should've gone to the police before this got bad," he states. "Do you know what you've done?"

And I shrug, unsure of what he wants me to say, "I took some drugs?"

His voice is suddenly hard again, "You've delivered a deadly drug into Thorne's hands!"

It's then I remember Oricode21... somehow I'd forgotten about it after all the flurry. I guess I knew it'd be deadly, and I wonder why it hasn't reacted yet... Him saying its deadly gives me the shivers, I don't know what is in me or when it'll attack. Taking a gulp of my own saliva to calm myself, I ask softly, "What does it do?"

He glares at me for a moment, then explains, "Oricode21 is a subtle viral weapon that materializes in the form of flu. Within five days, the flu will degenerate to a gradual liquidation of the kidneys. By the seventh day, 90% of all victims of the drug will be dead."

I'm visibly shaken... he notices it too. Doesn't sound like a future I'd enjoy... not at all. Maybe I was better in the crate dying of suffocation. "No..." escapes my lips before I realise I've verbalized the word. "Isn't there a cure?"

"Not that I know of. You've forced my hand. I have to get to work now." He scoops me up into his arms as he gets to his feet.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, although I probably know the answer.

"Blackgate."

"Wait..." I think I have something I can use to barter for my freedom. At least till the day I... He gives me his attention. "I have something you want," I say sadly. He waits for my reply quietly, his mysterious pearly visors glowing in the dark. I give it to him, "I'm infected with Oricode21."

Infinity9999x

03-20-2006, 09:48 PM

I don't know how to respond. My gut reaction is not to trust her, she may be telling the truth, but she may have just crossed Cash and he may have tried to get rid of her. That's how the mob works.

There's something in her eyes though, the way she admitted to being a theif with almost an air of shame. I stare at her in the shadows, calculating my thoughts. She did save my life, I suppose I at least owe enough to her to try to repay that debt.

"I may be able to help you," I reply, "but you'll need to come with me."

She hesitates for a moment, then nods. Before she can say another word, I slip out a syringe and inject low grade poision into her. It won't do anything other then keep her out for about an hour or so, long enough to keep her asleep while I bring her to the batcave. I just hope to god I'm doing the right thing, and that I can do anything for her.

*Cats, feel free to post with selina waking up in the batcave, it'll probably be a few hours until my next post what with school and all.*

Cats

03-21-2006, 12:04 AM

I slept a dreamless sleep, seem to recall hearing a wheezing sound like an engine burning, some beeping sounds, like on a computer or machinery... some screeching... wait, the screeching is still there. I notice the coldness of steel beneath me, I'm laid down on it... must've been asleep for quite sometime. My arms are weak, even while I try to turn myself to get a hold of the steel plate I'm laid on. And finally I pry open my heavy eyes.

There's a glow, a lamp? Someone moving around... and urghh... all that screeching. What the heck is that? I look up, and initially I see nothing but a writhing piece of black, like a large moving canvas. Then after a while it occurs to me that those are bats, millions and millions of the furry critters, lining the roof of something that looks like a cave. I'm in a cave? How did I get here? Memory seeps back slowly, and I seem to recall an encounter with Batman before I got to be here. He must've brought me here. But where is here?

Blast... my throat is dry. I blurt out a couple of coughs and that figure turns around, begins to approach me. It's Batman. Somehow being in this cave with the real bats makes him somewhat of a lord... ironic how theatrical the entire scene is and yet it's all so real. "How do you feel?" his voice is soft, gentle. Not like the one I last heard on the roof.

I attempt to regain my breath but my lungs feel weak. Must've been with whatever he injected me with. "Like crap..." I grumble, and try to get up, but my head is woozy, everything's spinning around. He comes forward and holds my shoulder to keep me from falling onto the floor. "What the heck did you inject me with?" I say it with less angst than I'd intended, my voice, and not to mention my entire frame, feels weak.

"A drug that induces sleep. But you appear worse than you should."

I deliver him a weak smile, "Thanks, you don't look too hot yourself." Sacarsm seems to work on him, he manages a weak smile himself.

Oh! But I've just remembered my mask... I touch my face, and surprisingly, he hasn't removed it. "Why d..."

He cuts me off, seeing as he already knew what I was gonna say, "You let me keep my secret before, I will do likewise." I smile with appreciation, but don't say a thing. I don't really know how to react to this thing we have going on. Are we still enemies? We're supposed to be aren't we? When does he start chasing and I start running? - although, now all I wanna do is lie down. I blurt out a few coughs again. "Let me touch your neck," he requests, rather bluntly.

I look at him a little unbelievably. I'm infected with a strain of deadly virus, figured he might find a me cure. But instead he's conned me into coming here so he can do the nasty? "Are you crazy? What do you think I am?" I burn him a gaze.

But he nods calmly in return. "Trust me," he says. And it's strange... but I do. He tugs off a glove while I drag the zipper from my chin just low enough for his hand to get round my neck.

It's warm around my skin, but I realise how clammy my skin is in comparison to his touch. I think there's something wrong with me, I don't know what it is. He pulls his hand out, walks over to a tap and washes it. "You have a fever," he states, like a doctor informing his patient. Oh, so that was what that 'neck' thing was about. I'm embarassed suddenly to have jumped to conclusions. "It has started."

And suddenly fear drapes over me like a large blanket. I feel every pore on my body arise in alarm - I don't want to die. And yet there's nothing much I can do about it now but cross my fingers and hope that Batman can help me now. At least I can't think of anyone else to go to. How will this end? Only time will tell I guess...

Infinity9999x

03-21-2006, 09:34 PM

"I took a blood sample," I say after I dry my hands.
"It's a highly advanced virus. Bio-engineered, it's even stronger then I previously thought. Instead of seven days, you may three or four, tops. It's been acelerated. The virus lodges itself in the immune system, and begins a rapid reproduction of itself. It basically produces waste within the system, but overloads it to the point where the kidneys are almost completely dissolved. Then it moves on to the central nervous system, that is, if the subject is still living."

I turn towards her and halt, I notice the look in her eye, it's fear. I silently kick myself. Here I am going off into my scientific jiberish like it's an interesting science project, and this is this woman's life I'm discussing here.

"I may have a way to counter it...maybe," I tap a button on my computer and it brings up an elarged version of the virus.

"It can be replicated, and I may be able to create a antibiotic from it. If everything goes to plan, then it should sucessfully counter the effects of the virus. If not...." I pause for a moment, then look her in the eyes.

"...then it could increase the speed of the process by two to three times."

Cats

03-21-2006, 10:21 PM

I swab my forehead with the back of my palm... it's a lot to take in, all at once. But I guess if it's to be my end, it's an end that I deserve. And who knows? With fingers crossed, I might actually survive it all. Just gotta swallow it whole, stay strong for myself, and face the music.

I rest my palm once more against the cold steel... it's funny how I feel like a test rabbit in here. I suppose in a way I am. It was me who did the damage. Even if the Batman's cure doesn't work for me, he might still be able to fix the problem I created through time. I look up at him once more... he's waiting patiently for my reply.

"Do it Bats," I say finally, as firmly as I can. "Do it."

Infinity9999x

03-21-2006, 11:39 PM

I nod, then walk over to my desk and pick up a tablet.

"Take this, it will hopefully stem the virus a bit. It's a antibody I created in case I was poisioned. It should give us time."

I kneal down next to her. Her eyes hold a look of determination, she's a strong woman.

"I'm going to have to take some more blood samples, and run some tests. I...." I pause, then a slight smile comes to my lips, "I don't believe you ever told me your name."

Cats

03-22-2006, 08:00 AM

His last line came as a bit of surprise. I'd never expected him to be so forward - after all, if he was curious, he could've peeked while I was asleep. And I'm sure with his resources he could've found my name... my true name. I like that he's respected me enough to allow me my space.

I grin mischeviously in return, "Well, you can call me your personal lab assistant for the next three to four days." I purr, placing my arms around his neck, and he doesn't flinch... although I can see that he's somewhat startled. He's such a tease! "The newspaper calls me the Cat-Woman," I point to my leathery ears, "I suppose they got the name from these babies. So I guess that's who I am... Catwo..." A nagging cough catches me in the middle of my sentence, and I put a fist to my mouth as the constant lurching deflates my lungs, and causes some pain in my chest.

He watches me quietly, takes the hand that still rests on his shoulder, and clamps it between both of his own, holding it till the coughing fades. My fingers grasp his gloved hand gently in appreciation. "This..." I gesture to my throat, "Isn't contagious is it?"

His head droops to some measure, "No. It only infects the host that its been injected into... like cancer."

"Oh..." I say, "That makes me feel a lot better then." It sounds corny when I say it, but I guess I mean it. I move my feet onto the ground in an attempt to stand, "We'd best get to work then, doc!"

But he rises and motions for me to stop, "Lay down. It's better that you don't move."

And I'm defiant. It's not like me to just lie around doing nothing. This is my very existence we're talking about! I wanna be a part of this so-called 'cure'. "Like you're gonna stop me! Someone has to keep you in check that you're not slacking on the job," I joke.

And he attempts to keep me down for a sec, then releases his hold. "You may worsen your state with activity," he warns, but I sweep it away.

"Come'on, I HAVE to be a part of this. It is my life after all. If I die like ten minutes earlier from walking around, then so be it. Least it'd be better than acting dead before I really am..." my countenance falls when I realise what I've just said, the truth hits me as I finally stand on two wobbly feet.

He looks on, hesistates, then places an arm under mine to support me to his giant computing machine where there's a .jpg open of some kind of a virus. I'm guessing that's the Oricode21 virus up close, my enemy of the hour. "Such a mean bugger, this one..." I comment, my eyes pasted on the large monitor while he releases me on an empty chair nearby.

"Yes it is," he says resolutely. "We can be mean ourselves."

And I say aye to that. That is one thing I believe he can.

Infinity9999x

03-22-2006, 11:12 PM

She's already becoming tired, that's not a good sign. Hopefully the antipoision I gave her will help a bit.

I pull out a syringe and slide back the sleave of her outfit a bit,
"This will hurt a bit, but I'm sure it's nothing compared to what you're accostomed to."

She gives me a small grin. Catwoman....for some reason it fits, I suppose this is a town where people like to name themsevles after animals.

I draw out another sample of blood and put a small sample of it down on a microscope slide, then the other in a small holding container. I need to see how it's affecting her, if it attacks the white blood cells, or if it just reproduces itself in the bloodstream. This isn't going to be easy, I'm trying to create an antibody to a virus that was recently invented, in three days. Even the most brilliant virial scientologist in the world would be a bit hard pressed. Luckily, I'm no slouch at science.

I see her slouching in the chair I offered her, and point off to my left.
"There are some cots in the corner if you get tired, they're a bit more comfortable then a chair."

I turn back to the sample...okay, just whip up a quick antibiotic in three days, this won't be challenging at all.

Cats

03-22-2006, 11:40 PM

"No cots, no cots..." I mumble. I wanna be where all the action is. He's busy with his test tubes and syringes so I let him be... for a while. I gaze around at the massive cave we're in... how's that there can be caves as large as this in Gotham and I never knew about it? Plus I wonder how he got all this stuff into the cave without anyone getting suspicious. Some energy source is pumping electricity into all this equipment - I'm guessing he must own some property above the cave to route the wires in here. I sneak a glance at him - it's good that my thoughts are oblivious to him because I'm starting to regret not peeping under his mask while I had the chance. In the hurry to get him to Ms Thompkins the thought had not crossed my mind - but curiosity now settles within me. "Doesn't it get lonely here by yourself?" my voice cuts through the silence, and he pauses what he's doing for a second.

"Loneliness is inconsequential," comes the reply... somewhat lacking what I was looking for.

"Maybe there is a little lady waiting for you somewhere," I'm prodding now, but I can't help it.

His back is still towards me as he replies, "I don't have time for relationships."

"Oh..." a loner. How apt. "The crime in Gotham really isn't that bad, is it? You can't be busy 24/7."

His reply is abrupt, "Crime doesn't rest, and so shouldn't I."

"It sounds like you're taking every responsibility given to the Gotham police onto yourself. They are paid, ya know... whereas, I'm guessing you aren't."

"Not everything is about money."

"Well..." I look around at the high tech equipment he keeps and ponder. Not everything about money? This guy must be some rich dude. "Maybe not for you. Life isn't as easy for the rest of us."

He turns around suddenly, and I get nervous in case I've hit a bad spot, "So you resort to doing what you do?" I shrug somewhat weakly. Finally he says, "There is no excuse for crime." And turns around again... boy this guy is passionate about what he does.

I place a palm under my chin and decide to be quiet for a while. And before long I'm asleep once more.

Infinity9999x

03-23-2006, 04:42 PM

I shake Catwoman awake gently. She shakes her head blearily and starts when she sees me.

"Sorry, but you are a little startling to someone who's just waking up," she says in a tired voice. She stretches slowly and stands to her feet.

"How long was I out?"

"A day," I reply, "that's why I woke you, I was worried that if I didn't you might not wake up."

She looks a little startled but nods, "thanks. So how's the virus coming?"

"I managed to replicate the struture of the genetic code of the virus, but I'm going to have to find a way to convert that into an antibacterial form...and..."

I'm cut off by her coughs, she double's over and almost looses her footing, I quickly move to her side to give her support.

"Sit back down," I reply gently, and for once she does.

"I brought some food," I say nodding over to a small table on my right, "and there are restrooms behind you if you follow this walkway."

I grab another one of the pills I gave her yesterday and toss it to her, "take another one of these."

As I sit back down at the lab equitment I rub the lenses that cover my aching eyes.

"Haven't you slept at all?" Catwoman asks.

"No," I reply, "I can't afford to if you want to live."

Cats

03-23-2006, 08:43 PM

"Hey..." I'm really touched by what he's sacrificing for me - what would drive a man to do what he does? And for a stray like me... never thought someone would care enough. He turns around, appearing a tad groggy. "Could you take me to the food? I'm afraid I'm not able to stand at the moment. Sorry to take you from your work, I can see that you're busy..."

He looks at me, then at the food, and realises the problem. Then he puts down what he's holding and moves over to my side to pick me up. But what he doesn't realise is that it was all a scam. I don't need to eat, least not now. I lean over with my arms around his shoulders and plant a soft kiss on his lips. He stiffens in my grasp, holds me stationary for a moment as I move back and look into his 'eyes'. "Thank you..." it's little, but I hope it's enough.

Infinity9999x

03-23-2006, 10:02 PM

That was definatley unexpected, but despite the surprise I find myself feeling something I have barley allowed myself to feel. Love....or if at least not that then a strong level of attraction. It's been so long since I've allowed myself that feeling, I pushed it all aside for the mission, my mission...but.....

but I can't. I can't allow myself to become involved, I barley know this woman, I can't trust her...and yet....

"thank you," I reply, then I carefully help her up, "but you do really need to eat." I help her gingerly over to the food and she flops down in the chair.

I return to my work, and for a while we sit in silence, then she speaks up.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I ask, still analying the data from my recent genetic test.

"Why do you do this?" she replies, "what drives a man to dress up in a costume and fight crime, to do what you do....why?"

I halt for a moment, I know exactly why. A memory...a memory of violence, of blood, of gunshots, of loss. A single moment that forever changed my life, that inexplicatley altered my existance in this world forever.

"A memory of pain," I reply simply, then I turn to her, "why do you do what you do? You're not exactly normal either."

Cats

03-23-2006, 11:57 PM

"Me?" I allow a laugh to escape my lips, "Well I'm just your regular gal on the street fighting to make ends meet. Life hasn't exactly been a bed of roses for me." In fact I think I was forced into a life of purse picking. I blame my mother for leaving me to rot on the streets - sometimes I hope she's burning in hell. But I know that if she ever came back, it'll be a whole different picture.

"Regular people don't wear masks," he states rather simply, going back to his work. I see where this is going, he's trying to put me in that 'crazy-costumed-person' category as him.

"Everyone has something to hide," I purr, "I don't usually plan to get caught doing what I do."

He hesistates a moment, then suggests, "I could get you a well paying job if you promise to stop what you're doing."

"A job? As your assistant Bat-woman?" I tease. "I appreciate the thought, but no thank you. I think I can manage by my own means."

"The way you've managed so far?" his words strike me suddenly. It wipes the smile off my face. "I can only help you if you help yourself first."

A cluster of coughs keep me from my reply for a while, and I realise I'm not in a good mood to continue this conversation, "It's a little too late for that..." I pick up a spoon and dig into a bowl of beef stew. If the taste buds on my tongue weren't numb, I bet I'd actually enjoy it. I wonder how he had the time to cook while he was in here dealing with the microscope.

"You will get through this..." he promises, even while I linger doubts in my own mind. I know he's pretty sharp, but sharp doesn't exactly make a genius scientist. 3 days isn't a lot of time to develop an antibiotic for a brand new, unexplored disease.

"If... if I don't," I reply in fragmented sentences, "Just know... know that I appreciate what you've done. And... I wish we'd met under different circumstances." He remains silent, working hard at his test tubes like he hadn't heard what I'd said. But I suppose he did.

I return to my meal, but halfway through the bowl I can't take in any more because a searing pain has erupted in my lower intestines. I know the kidneys aren't doing well - probably wasn't a good idea to intake anything at all. I clutch my stomach to ease the pain, but it's overwhelming.

Two days now... two days more to live.

Infinity9999x

03-26-2006, 04:29 PM

The last day. Catwoman's been getting worse by the hour, and now she's suffering dilliusions, I gave her some morphine to ease the pain, but it doesn't seem to be helping much. But there is hope, I have the antibiotic.

At least, I think I do.

I'm nearly ready to collapse myself, four days of no sleeping, if you count the whole warehouse affair. Four days, if we had more time I'd run tests...but we dont. Still, I'm nervous, if I made the smallest miscalculation, it will probably kill her almost instantly, probably within the hour.

I glance over at Catwoman. I moved one of the cots to the lab, because she insisted on staying by the work, but she's in bad shape. She's covered in sweat, and she regularly going into convulsions. The pain must be unbearable.

"Well...here it goes," I mutter to myself. I neal down next to her and lightly grab her arm, she tries to pull it away, murmering.

"No....Cash...no...no more...."

"It's alright," I whisper, "It's going to be all right."

I roll back her sleave and inject the serum. Now all we have to do is wait, the next hour will tell us everything...

Cats

03-26-2006, 10:56 PM

I see familiar faces pass me by. Strange how life whizzes by so quickly, I can barely see their faces... even though I know they're people I'm acquainted with. I find myself in an alleyway. Cash is there with Larry, Curly and Moe - they're grinning grotesquely, coming towards me. But my feet are planted on the ground and I can't move. My throat feels like a desert, and the sky is reddening like the end of the world is coming. I feel cold and hot at the same time, it's odd... I don't quite understand it. But I know I have to get away from Cash. He has a syringe and is planning to inject me. However I can't move still... I'm planted... frozen where I stand. He grabs my hand and I try to pull it away. "No....Cash...no...no more...." I can't get away from him, and the needle presses into my flesh. I'm at his mercy now.

It's strange... his face begins to turn kind. "It's alright," he whispers, "It's going to be all right." How can it be alright? He's just injected me with something... I don't know what. I don't think it's good. But when I look up again Cash's face is changing.... changing into a woman's. Mother?

She looks beautiful, not like how I'd remembered her while she was a druggie and suicidal. Her dark hair is flowing in the wind, slim eyes gaze at me affectionately, her lips pressed in a smile. But didn't she die? I saw her corpse... I buried her. And yet such memories fade away as she beckons me to come closer. My feet take me there and I'm standing before her, silent and in awe. She's taller than I recall, and she pats my head like one would a kitten. "Selina, have you been a good girl?" she asks. Her voice is amazingly clear and well pronounced... it's the way I would've imagined it if she was sober. But I haven't been a good girl.

I bow my head low, "I'm sorry Mom... I had no choice." Then a streak of anger comes over me as I raise my voice to her, "You went and left me for dead! You who promised you'd stick by me." Her eyes are suddenly sad. Tears begin to fall and wet her cheeks as she stands very steadily, arms across her pretty yellow summer dress. As her tears drip down her body, it begins to change... her entire frame begins to shrink into its bones. She's leaving me again. "NOooooo!" I cry, "Don't go!" But she's already left... there's nothing but a heap of dust that used to be the woman who spawned me. Why did it have to be this way? Why?

I feel my own cheeks wet with tears... some material beneath me soaking wet. It's as if I've been swimming. But I know I'm asleep, and I hear the screeching again. Breaking through the darkness, I open my eyes... and there is a certain lightness... a certain brightness to my vision. Something is strangely missing. There is a throbbing in my head, and I put a hand to my temple to soothe it... but realise my fingers are touching skin. My goggles are gone!

I attempt to sit up, but a pain in my lower stomach prevents me from doing so, and I roll over to look. I see Batman standing a short distance away, his back is towards me. "You know who I am." I say, my voice somewhat hoarse and quiet. But loud enough to reach his ears.

"I think I always did..." he turns around slowly to face me with blazing eyes. "In the last few hours, you were close to death and experiencing mild pneumonia. The goggles were pressing against your nasal passage and had to be removed to clear the path for breathing."

But I can't help feeling betrayed, "I let you keep your secret, you said you'd let me keep mine."

He hesistates then turns coldly towards his machine, "While you would rather have death, I need you alive to swear in court against Rupert Thorne and his right hand man."

His words cut into me like daggers, I grip a fist in anger as I lean back into the cot, "So this was all about keeping your 'witness' alive? Is that all I am to you?"

Silence drags on till his answer comes in the form of one piercing word, "Yes."

"You are a bastard. To think I had cut you out for someone else..." I know I've hurt him, and after all he's done for me. But I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to be rationalizing what has happened. I don't understand it either. I'm alive, and I've made it through the illness, that's all that should matter now.

Infinity9999x

03-27-2006, 12:25 AM

This is the price I must pay. To appear more then human, inhuman. Batman can't seem like a normal person, because then they'll know that I'm just a man, and no one can know that.

She has no idea how much it hurt me to betray her trust by removing her goggles, and how much more it hurt to say that one simple word.

"Yes."

It's the look in her eyes, that’s worse then the words she's throwing at me. Selina Kyle...I had suspected, but I wasn't sure. When she brought me to Leslie's...that's when I began to wonder...to put the pieces together. I did a quick background check on her while she was asleep. Her mother died when she was young, she hasn't had an easy life.

I avoid her gaze and grab a few more syringes and hand them to her,
"Take one of these for the next three days, you should be fine by then." She takes them without comment, the look in her eyes tell me all I need to know about where I stand in her personal opinion at the moment.

"If it is of any consolation...they won't know you're the catwoman. Just that you were a burglar. The court doesn't need to know that you've committed any more burglaries then ones he forced you to do."

She glares at me suspiciously, "But Cash will tell a different story...."

"No, no he won't," I reply, "You've never been caught on tape, and I doubt a jury is going to believe what he says. And I have...other ways of ensuring that his story will coincide with yours."

"How?"

"I've been told I'm very persuasive when I want to be."

Before she can say another word, I walk quickly towards her and inject her with the knock out poison. She'll awake safely inside Leslie's shelter. I wrap her costume in a package and tape a note to it.

"Hide this somewhere the authorities won't find it."

I just hope that one day she'll forgive me.

Cats

03-27-2006, 11:10 AM

Bats... I think about bats. What is it about these furry critters that keep surrounding the thoughts in my head? I see a dark shadow in the distance of a deserted road. It scutters off when I notice it. But I know it's watching me... waiting. I hear its snarl, but I don't see it. And I think about bats again... screeching, and gathering in numbers.

"Selina?" The voice sounds friendly. Low, in a sorta feminine way. I know that voice. A hand touches mine, shakes it a little and I wake. Initially I'm a little disorentated... I don't remember much of what happened to me. It seems I paid a visit to the Batman? I shudder as to how that could've happened. But as I glance around and see Ms Thompkins, and me lying in the shelter, it dawns on me that it all really happened, and the Batman had put me here just as I had placed him here the other day. "There you are!" The elderly woman smiles at me warmly.

"M... Ms Thompkins?" My mouth feels raw... the result of too much medication? She nods, rubbing a hand of mine. I look down at myself and I see me in a loose green dress that I've never seen before. I don't recall putting it on, or where I got it from. "Where..."

"Doesn't matter Selina, the important thing is that you're well and you're safe," she swabs my brow with a cold wet cloth.

My body still feels out of sorts. Dark spots fade in and out of my eyes, and my limbs feel especially heavy, I can barely lift my wrist without feeling tired. The pain has lessened, although it's enough to keep me laying down. My hair feels grimy... probably from all the sweating during recovery. "Wait... what day is this?"

"Thursday."

My thoughts drift to my work and I worry that they've already found a replacement for me, or have plans to let me go - seeing as I couldn't tell anyone about my disappearance. I lift my wrist with some effort, and try to lift myself off the bed, but the grogginess is overwhelming. "I need to be going..."

But Ms Thompkins stop me promptly. "You're not about to leave this room for the next few days. Whoever needs you can wait."

"No they can't!" I'm panting from exhaustion, I know I can't leave the bed and yet I still try.

"What happened Selina? Didn't I just tell you not to get into trouble?" Ms Thompkins isn't in a tolerating mood now. Where do I start?

"Trouble looked for me Ms Thompkins, swear to God. I didn't mean for... this," I motion weakly towards myself as I slump back onto the pillow, "to happen."

"Nobody means for anything bad to happen, it's what you set up for yourself to have that happen to you first." Well, she does make sense. But I'm glad that is over and done with anyway. I've survived, that's all that should matter. Hopefully Cash thinks I'm dead and stops pursuing me. Guess I'll be out of action for a while at least.

Infinity9999x

03-30-2006, 12:49 PM

*Sorry for the long absence, I'm on spring break and I was off with some friends for a while*

I still haven't slept yet. Can't, not yet, not until I get one more task done. I leap over the rooftops of gotham, the lights of the city twinkling in the musty darkness like small yellow stars.

Finally I reach my destination. Gotham city police department. I need one man....Gordon. His office window is just below me, I marked it out a few weeks ago, planning ahead for a moment like this.

I hang over the edge of the building and peer into the window. Good, he's working late, hunched over his desk, doing some paperwork. He left the window cracked open, good, it makes it easier.

I silently slip inside and walk up behind him. I throw an envelope down in front of him.

"What..."

"It contains the whereabouts of a witness. A witness you can use against Johnny Cash."

Gordon freezes, I see his hand twitch. He's thinking about going for the gun.

"Don't bother," I reply, "If I wanted to hurt you, you would already be on the ground."

He hesitates, "Why are you helping me?"

"Just find the girl..."

"We don't know anything about you, if you just....just...."

Gordon turns around to an empty room. I'm already going back towards the mansion. I have to admit, I do love doing that to people.

Infinity9999x

03-30-2006, 12:50 PM

Cats

03-30-2006, 09:27 PM

Is nobody playing Gordon?
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I lay on my side as I watch the ticking clock on the wall, every movement thumping with echoes within my brain. I know I have to get out of here. I don't like being helpless, and I am getting better - at least I feel that I am. Too many questions... I know Ms Thompkins is gonna get to the truth sooner or later. Probably not a good idea to see her for a while.

Wiggling my toes, I get hopeful and slip my left leg towards the ground. Moving my hands underneath my body, I push with all my might, and manage to lift my body up a certain distance. My right leg moves to the ground as well, but I'm tilting slowly, and even while I try to steady my body into a sitting pose, I entirely slip off the bed and land rather harshly onto the ground. Pain shoots up the length of my thigh where I land, and I can only grit my teeth to keep the moan from escaping.

All of a sudden, the door swings open and Ms Thompkins is there. She frowns at me, but defiantly I attempt to lever myself up again. She kneels by my side and touches my shoulder. "You're trying to leave again, aren't you?" her voice is calm, patient. More than I deserve.

"Things to do, people to meet, a busy life I lead..." I quip to break through the awkwardness, but it does little to perk her up.

"Selina..." I'm not listening, and am still attempting to prop myself onto my feet, not exactly succeeding. "SELINA!" she yells, and surprises me, freezing me in the position I am in. "Stop this nonsense! You're not going anywhere for the next few days, period. Nothing is going to be helped by aggravating your condition, in fact you might end up staying here even longer if you go on hurting yourself like this." She turns her back... I think I've hurt her, but instead she laughs... albeit somewhat of a pained laugh. "You've always been one of the cases I've never been able to break through to. And I think I've managed to break through to even the toughest gang member on this street."

"I'm not like them..." I say bitterly and realise the irony.

She turns to face me again, her eyes sad. "You're right when you say that. The difference is that you never listen, and you don't change. I know you've been stealing again."

A sigh escapes from me, I don't know how to explain things when she gets this way. "Well, the last few weren't initiated by me, I hope that makes it better to swallow for you," I notice the sacarsm in my words a little too late.

For a brief moment we do nothing but stare in silence, till she rises from the ground and calls in Buster, who was watching tv in the hall to lift me back onto the bed. "I'll let you go once you're better. I'm sure you know your way out." And she leaves... her words lingering with a sting. I sorta regret talking to her that way, she's worth a lot more.

Buster, a large-ish African American boy with shoulder-length curly hair enters and carries me like I weigh nothing. "Hey Selina..." he whispers in a bashful manner. I smile a little and wave with the tips of my fingers, embarassed about needing to be carried. "Hope you're feeling better."

I nod, "I am, I am. Will be up and on my feet in no time." Buster grins a wide grin, showing me his set of pearly whites as I'm placed on the bed once more.

"I'll let you rest. Seeya later Selina," he says, and I wave again as he leaves the room. I'm back laying on my side, watching the ticking clock on the wall, every movement thumping with echoes within my brain.

Infinity9999x

03-31-2006, 02:25 PM

*the guy who was playing Gordon hasn't posted here for a while, since about the beggining of the RPG I think, I could send him a pm*

Cats

04-02-2006, 11:10 AM

Weekend has arrived again, and I'm finally able to sit up. I hear from Buster that there's a new arrival. He's a little boy they call Wally - apparently from a broken family with an abusive father. The little tike peeped into the room last night... big brown eyes, mahogany hair. He shut the door when I wiggled my nose at him. I hear Ms Thompkin's attempting to get child services to settle the issue. Hopefully it'll be sorted out soon.

Leslie... always so helpful. The world is a better place with her around. Picking up strays like me and feeding us, giving us a roof over our heads. I know she wants the best for me - I just feel that I'm not the person to give it to her.

I just got the news that the Joker fella has struck again. A hospital this time... has reportedly killed two. When will Gotham be free of these loonies?

Infinity9999x

04-04-2006, 11:06 PM

*Sorry for the delay Cats, this past week has been so hectic you wouldn't believe, anyways...*

A flash of light momentarily blinds me, before I groan and pull the covers over my eyes.

"whuzzat?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I thought it best to wake you."

"Why?"

"Because you sleapt nearly all yesterday, and almost all through today. It's 4 o clock now."

I slowly push myself up into a sitting postition, "Well...I suppose you have a point there," I say with a yawn.

"You're going to want to cover those up," Alfred said poiting to the various bruises on my chest and arms.

"Makeup?"

"Won't it look a bit odd for billionare batchelor to be buying himself...makeup?"

"People still like Micheal Jackson and he turned himself into a girl," i reply in a grunt as I heave myself out of bed. Alfred just snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Did you check the computer?" I ask as I head towards the bathroom.

"Yes," Alfred responds,"nothing of notice."

"Gordon didn't pick anybody up?"

"Not that I saw."

"Hmm... that's odd," I reply, "I thought he would have picked her up by now..."

"Picked who up sir?"

"No one," I reply absent-mindedly, "oh and Alfred, can you ready the car?"

"Which car?"

"The public one."

"Right away sir, may I ask why?"

"I need to visit a friend, she's in recouperation."

Cats

04-05-2006, 01:15 PM

It's fine Infinity, I've been somewhat busy myself :)
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The voices outside are finally fading, I've been waiting for this moment. So why does it not sit right with me? The ache in my lower abdomen has eased to the point that I'm able to stand now... slowly. My feet touch the ground, lifting my weight cautiously onto my legs. It holds... I glance around for my stuff. Don't seem to be able to find it. Ms Thompkins must've put it in a cupboard for safekeeping. I begin opening drawers and cupboard doors, hearing the thump as they slam shut again... getting a tad frustrated, when I hear someone clearing the throat behind me. I spin around and see... Bruce Wayne? He's standing there casually watching me, hands in pockets. For a first I see him in semi-casual clothing; a turtle-neck sweater, and leather pants. I wonder what's he doing... Oh doh! It's weekend. He probably came to inquire about the progress of the expansion.

"Oh hey..." I straighten up, closing the cupboard behind me a little abashedly.

"Hey," he says, and I know he's seen me looking through the cupboards. "Lost something?"

I laugh a little uncomfortably, "Oh nah... it's nothing." I clear my throat and continue, "Hey... I'm sorry for bailing out on you at the Bronze Stallion, I had an early engagement and..."

He cuts me off mid-sentence with a hand held in front of him, "Don't have to apologise Selina. I'll admit that's a first for me, but there's a first for everything, isn't there?"

I look at him a little unbelievably, not able to decide whether to be repulsed by the smugness of his statement or thankful that I'm forgiven. In the end I just shrug.

As if he could read my thoughts, he proceeds to cover up the awkwardness, "I hope I had made your evening a better one though, and that you had a good sleep that evening."

A smile breaks through on my face, I have to admit I miss that hotel room. "Yeah, I had a great sleep. I'm very grateful... Bruce. I'm sorry if I'd been too busy to call you and tell you that sooner."

"Perfectly understandable Selina," he nods, "I've been busy with certain matters myself. I hope you're doing well."

I realise then he's not guessed that I've been sleeping in the medical bay, probably guessed I'm there to get something for the kids. I decide to play along. "Oh yeah I am, of course. But umm..." I point to the door behind him, "There's this new boy, 'ya see. He's not feeling so good so I decided to get some vitamins for him."

"Ah..."

"So what're you doing here today?"

"Well," he opens a door and peers inside, "I'm here to see Leslie... and apparently you." A charming smile graces his face, and though I'm not planning on falling for him anytime soon like any of the bimbos he has on his arm, it doesn't bother me as much. He slips his hand into the cupboard, and pulls out a sack... my sack! He gazes at it for a moment as I try to think of an excuse to get it from him, when he says, "Perhaps you might find vitamins in this bag?"

"Ehh.. yeah!" I grab it from him, "Thank you." He puts his hands back into his pockets and smile.

"You're welcome," and he takes a quick bow. "Well, I'll be seeing you then?"

I'm already preoccupied with opening the sack and checking that all my things are there, I nod and wish him goodbye so that he will leave quickly, and he does. I'm alone in the medical room... perfect time to make my escape.

As gently as I can, I turn the doorknob on the backdoor, and quickly slip out. The sun is setting outside, everything is dulled to the point of dark red. I slip my sack around my waist and begin down the street with certain pace. I hope they don't miss me too soon. As much as I'd like to stay, I can't. I have things to deal with... namely my home, my job...

I pass a cop, he turns to look at me. Makes me a little nervous. I try to quicken my pace, but I know he's following me. Another cop right in front of me now... I try to lower my head so he doesn't see me, but too late. He's approaching me, so I attempt to slip into an alleyway. I can hear them pulling out their weapons now. "Lady, stop," one of them says, but I don't. I continue walking, and they continue following. I wonder who pit the cops on me... least they should not guess that I'm affiliated to any crime... unless...

I quicken my footsteps that take me to another road. I can hear one of them speaking into a walkie talkie, I know I've gotta be fast now. I begin running, but the muscles in my abdomen stretch and a sharp pain shoots through my body... I bend over as my feet begin to shiver, and fall to my knees. I hear them approach me from behind, but I can't run... I can't run anymore.

Infinity9999x

04-05-2006, 08:45 PM

I watch Selina exit the building from my car. She's one of the toughest women I know, I'll give her that. Just a few day's rest and she's always walking. It wasn't like she had a little flew bug. She tries to run from the police, but she doesn't get far, I suppose I'm not surprised. Cash is a dangerous ganster, and normally I wouldn't let the police take her in for fear for her safety, but she has extra protection.

"Did you talk to Ms. Thompkins?" Alfred aks, eying me through the rear veiw mirror.

"A little," I respond, "I met a friend and ended up talking to her longer."

"You know master Bruce, instead of trying to act like the swab debinair billionare type, you could try...oh I don't know....acting like yourself when you meet a woman you're romantically interested in."

"I...what....who said anything about being romantically interested in anyone? How do you know I was meeting a woman?"

Alfred raises his eyebrows, "Master Bruce, I've raised you since you were a boy. I've changed your diapers. Don't insult my intelligence by trying to pass your actions off for anything else then what they are."

I grin slyly. Alfred, he'll never change. But my smile is just as quickly replaced with melancholy.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to be my true "self" around her Alfred," I respond. How could I be? If she ever knew that I was the man that betrayed her trust......

"Anyways," I reply, "let's head back to the manor. Once night falls, I have some buisness to attend to."

"Why am I not surprised?" Alfred responds in a low voice as he turns the key in the ignition.

Cats

04-06-2006, 12:35 AM

I figet with my handcuffs as I sit on a wooden bench while people past me by... street gang members, hookers, late night party crashers... cops. I could probably pick my way out of these contraptions, but it wouldn't be a good idea now in such a crowded environment. Plus I don't think I'd get far in my condition.

"Damn that Bat..." I whisper under my breath for like the tenth time in the night. He's stabbed me in the back, called the cops on me. It must've been him. Only he knew my connection and knew I was alive enough to get arrested. The sweat is dripping off my face and the room is spinning, but what can I do about it with the cuffs on, confined to this bench?

"Miss," a young officer walks over and calls to me, he seems pleasant. "The lieutanent will see you now." But on further observation of me looking like a wreck, he pauses.

"Now?" I emit a jolt of a laugh, "I'm afraid I'll have to go powder my nose first."

"Lady..." he seems concerned suddenly, "Are you feeling alright? You don't look too well."

Boy... this is the second time this week someone is telling me this. "If you're asking me if I need a dose of make up, I'd tell you to stuff it. But if you're asking if I can stand, yeah sure I can." And I stand, albeit awkwardly for him to see - I am so not myself now. "Take me to your leader," I joke to lighten the situation, and he holds onto my elbow and leads me to a small-ish room with one of those typical cheap lamps that's suspended from the ceiling.

A man with a moustache and glasses sits at the table. He has a trenchcoat draped over the chair he's sitting on. "Selina Kyle," he motions to the chair opposite him, "Come, sit." I walk over and slump into the chair...

"What's this about?" I ask, although I might already guess what he brought me here to talk about. The young officer leaves the room and closes the door behind him before the lieutanent goes on to introduce himself.

"My name is Gordon. Now I'm sure you know what this is about, and if you're willing to cooperate with me, I'll make your stay short and pleasant. Else... well judging from your previous record, you're no stranger to the system."

I frown when I hear this, I hate when people go poking through my past. There're somethings I just don't want to remember. Gordon sets a tape to record and calmly looks at me.

"State your name please."

I glare at the swirling tape, hesistating for a moment, then decide to cooperate, "Selina Kyle."

"Thank you. Do you swear to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you, God?"

"Yes."

He flips over a series of photos he's kept covered on the table, it's Cash. "Do you recognize this man?"

"...Yes."

"His name is Bill Orion... alias Johnny Cash, he made you steal two items for him. State what they were."

"Steal?" I realise my auto response is to deny the charges, but he glares at me, and I figure there's no easy way out of this. "A microchip from the military air base, and some drugs from the institute of medical health."

"State the names of the items. As much as you can recall."

I sigh and continue, "The chip... I don't entirely remember. But it was taken out of the server room in the basement. The name of the drug was Oricode21."

"What does this drug do?"

"I'm no science freak, but it's supposed to be a virus that is non transmittable, but works like cancer to liquidate a person's kidneys within a few days."

"How many days?"

I don't want to tell him that I actually experienced that whole ordeal, "Umm.. four, I guess."

"And you were a victim to this new strain of virus?" he asks, and I stare at him in aghast when I realise Batman must've told him the whole story. "Answer the question Ms Kyle."

"Ye... Yes."

"How is it that you are still alive if the drug was meant to kill you?"

"Well if you must know! I nearly died, but I was injected with some countering serum at the last moment, and scraped through... barely!"

"How did you come into a dealing with Bill... Cash?"

A couple of thoughts run through my head about how I should deal with this question, finally I say, "I was helping with the shelter in Crime Alley, run by a Ms Leslie Thompkins, when some of his men came to extort money from her... money donated by Mr Bruce Wayne for the expansion of a new wing. I threatened to tell the cops and they weren't happy about that, so they beat me up, wrecked my apartment and began blackmailing me, forcing me into the two counts of thievery."

"You say they beat you up and wrecked your apartment, why did you not approach the police then?"

"Buh.... Because they threatened to kill me if I did?" I know I'm getting sacarstic, but what the heck. I hate interrogations. I do remember some backing evidence I could use tho... "Oh but your boys found out about my house getting vandalized anyway. Check your records from a week back."

Lt. Gordon nods, "I will do that." And he flips open a few other pictures. Three of them I recognize as the three guys who visited Ms Thompkins, the rest I don't know. "Which of these men do you claim threatened the shelter."

I point to the three without hesistating. I'd remember their faces from anywhere. He nods again and flips the photos back. "Finally... Who was Bill Orion working for? Speak it clearly to the tape."

I shift over so my mouth is right over the microphone, I will say this name over and over again if I have to. "Rupert Thorne."

"Do you have evidence to back up your claim?"

"The man was there when I was pumped with the drug, and locked in a crate for dead... umm... Warehouse 7 at the Gotham Harbor, about 12am last Friday. Thorne and his men... about ten of them, together with Bill were there. He can't deny where he's been. The guy tried to off me, he..."

Gordon waves for me to calm down. "Alright, thank you Miss." He flips off the tape. "I think we have enough for now to bring up a case against him. I will have to detain you for the two items you stole. But I'm optimistic that having you as key witness, plus the fact that you were blackmailed into the crimes, will put you in a favorable light to be let off lightly."

I wrap my hands around myself as I consider what he's said. I guess I could deal with that... "Ok."

Infinity9999x

04-09-2006, 04:32 PM

Gordon walks slowly back to his office. It's been a long day. He opens his door, and glances around the cluttered office, littered with his work. Before he can turn on the lights, he feels me tap his shoulder.

"Jesus!" Gordon hisses as he jumps forward. He turns, his dark face framed by his mustash and glasses.

"Don't you ever knock?"

"You're going to keep her in protective custody," I state it more as a fact then a question.

"Of course," Gordon replies, shuffling uneasily under the gaze of my flourescent eyes, "why are you so protective of her anyways?"

I ignore the question, "You're protection isn't going to be enough. You know the men she's accusing. She'll barley last a day in here. She's going to need more then police help."

"and....you're going to offer that?" Gordon asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes," I reply. I throw a small two way radio to him, "Keep that. I'll contact you through it. And don't bother trying to trace it to me, or finding out where I got the material to make it. You won't be able to."

Gordon looks at me suscpiciously, "Why are you doing all this?"

My eyes narrow, "This city is dying comminsioner. You know it, and I know it. It's too late for normal men to fix anything, these people need hope, they need someone who can do things men of the law can't. They need me. I came to you because you're one of the last good cops in this city. If we don't work together, neither of us will survive. I thought you would understand that."

Gordon remains silent for a moment, then he nods, "Hell, I suppose you're right. It was hard enough working my way up in this town being a black man.....," Gordon looks up and stares me in the eye, "I still don't trust you but...." He pauses and looks down at a picture on his desk. Looks like one of his family.

"but...the people in this city do need you...................you're gone again aren't you?"

Gordon turns around to see the small window of his office hanging open.

"swear to god next time I'll stare at that freaky bastard the entire time...."

Cats

04-10-2006, 12:45 AM

That policeman from before ushers me from the interrogation room to the cell holding in the back of the police headquarters. He steals glimpses at me. I know... I can see it from the side of my eye.

I get the cell at the end of the room. It's dark... damp, like all cells are. And there's already another lady of a moderately large size sleeping in the upper bunker. I can't see much of her, just her feet.

The cop takes out a ring of keys and starts thumbing his way through them. He asks me this while he's searching for the right key, "If you don't mind me asking lady... what did you do to land yourself in here?"

I sigh, "Drugs, coupled with a bunch of dastardly individuals don't make good company." He smiles, and I do too. He finds his key and slots it into the keyhole making a rather loud click sound that echoes in the cheap iron gate.

It wakes the girl in the upper bunker who peers over with irritation written over her face - beady eyes, somewhat fair, plump, and with ruffled auburn hair. "Shut it, some people are trying to sleep here."

The cop replies, "Pipe down Eunice, you have a new roommate."

"Ohhh.. wonderfulll!" her words drip with sacarsm, then she flops back to sleep - the entire frame of the bed creaking with the movements.

I wince and whisper to the guard, "Do you think I could get a different room?" I clear my throat and point to the rusty metal frame, "I doubt that's gonna hold."

"Don't worry," he insists, "It will. Have a good sleep."

The rack creaks again as the woman turns in bed, and I grumble to the cop, "Yeah... easy for you to say. You're not the one having to sleep under a one ton heavyweight..."

Infinity9999x

04-11-2006, 12:54 PM

Simion Tyrone. AKA, the mob hitman known as "The Fist." He's a big guy, and he's good at his job. Really good. He's been in jail for 5 known deaths, and of course let back out almost as fast. At least 20 more hits are attributed to him. Word on the street is, he's also one of Johnny Cash's favorite men to use. Funny how I find him strolling by the police station at this time of night.

Tyrone walks slowly towards the station, the orange glow of his cigarette like a tiny beakon in his mouth. A whistling sound cuts through the air and my one of my batarangs fly by his face, cutting off the top of his cigarette.

Tyrone hesitates, and stares at the bat shaped weapon for a moment,
"****," he curses. I see him pull out a gun, too bad it won't be of much use.

Another batarang hisses through the air and lodges itself in his forarm. With a yell, his gun falls to the ground. Before he can do anything else, my hand slams into his throat and throws him backwards into a brick wall. I slide him up the wall by his neck, his feet dangling inches above the ground.

"Hello Simon," I growl from the shadows, "Cash tell you to come out here to pick up some loose ends?"

"Don't....know...what...ack....you're talkin bout," Tyrone hisses back, struggling for breath.

"Stay away from Selina Kyle," I reply.

"I ain't scared a you freak."

"Really?" I say, leaning my face closer to his, "you should be." I slam his head into the brick wall again, knocking hin unconsious.

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Tyrone awakes in a small cramped space, everything is pitch black.

"Jesus!"

"Finally awake Simon?" my muffled voice comes from above him.

"What the hell are you doing to me?"

"Have you ever seen those mobster movies where they bury people alive?" I reply. The sound of dirt hitting the top of the coffin greats Tyrone,

"Well, I'm sure you can figure the rest out from there."

"You can't be serious...."

I don't answer. The sound of more dirt hitting the coffin breaks the silence.

"oh god...," tyrone mutters, his voice taking a more histerical edge. He begins to try to move, only to find that he has barley an inch of space to either side of him.

"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Tyrone yells, "you're crazy! Please...please god, I tell you anything!"

"Why were you by the police station?"

"To...to whack that chick, Cash...Cash has it out for her....oh god, please...please..."

"Stay away from the girl Tyrone."

"I will, I promise...please just get me outta here."

"Pass it along to Cash and anyone else who comes near Selina Kyle....the Batman is coming for them. And if anyone harms a hair on that woman's head...I'll come back for you, and I'll find you Tyrone....that's a promise."

The lid's thrown back and Tyrone leaps out of his prison, only to find that it was nothing more then a storage crate, and that he was in the middle of Gotham Park. He looks around wildly for me, but I'm already on top of a near by building, on my way to visit a few more men. If I can't find Cash myself, I can at least make sure all his men are too scared to do anything....

Cats

04-11-2006, 10:33 PM

Darkness engulfs me, and I drift into a state of rest when I'm rudely awakened when I get whisked into the air. It startles me as my eyes fly open to see Eunice out from bed and standing tall, grab me by the scruff of my neck. My hands claw at her desperately as I wonder what might've made her so mad. "Wha... are you crazy?" I scream.

She glows with an evilish grin, "There's a big price on your head, ger... I'm about to claim it."

The muscles in my abdomen hurt because of the strain, but I manage to slip a foot above her guts and kick as hard as I can, causing the woman to release me and spiral towards the opposite wall and slam into it. I fall onto the floor, impacting my palms that cushion the fall and the room swims around as I attempt to gather my thoughts. Has Cash infiltrated every jail cell in Gotham now that I'm no longer safe, even in 'protective custody'?

"You think you can fight me?" Eunice is returning, and she sounds mad. But she's made one mistake, she spoke. And in an instant I locate her position by her voice, flinging my legs that touch hers, bringing the heavy woman down onto the ground. I swear the ground shakes with the impact.

"Guards!" I yell with all my might, pulling myself up against the bars with the hopes that my voice will carry further, "I have a psycho in the cell with me! Get me out of h...." But Eunice has a firm grip on my feet, and I slip onto the floor, my palms don't cushion me in time and a pain surges through my body as I curl into a ball. I can practically feel Eunice grinning with delight, even through closed eyes. She delivers a couple of rough kicks to my back, perhaps in retaliation from what I did to her a while ago. I'm dizzy, unable to react. I might've defeated her in prime condition, but not now.

I hear the faint sounds of a key turning in the lock, I hope the cops got the message. Eunice hears it too, and gets down to finishing me off instead of just toying. With two hands placed firmly around my throat, she squeezes hard as I lay on the floor. I attempt to put a foot underneath her gut once more, but this position makes it harder... gravity works against me. Funny that I think about it - this is the second time someone's tried to kill me by strangulation. I try to suck in air, but my airtubes are pressed flat. The door swings open, and the sounds of footfall enter the corridor. "Release the girl!" comes the voice of a male, as the clinging of keys tinkle as they're slotted into the lock.

But Eunice is keen on that money reward, and she doesn't give up. The room is darkening now as the gate finally swings open, and three cops tear the woman off me. I lay there, sorta dazed, and see Lieutanent Gordon squat over me. "Are you alright?" he asks, I sense genuine concern.

"ar...a..." I'm not getting the words out right, but the room is brightening.

"Call for a medic!" he yells to someone I don't see. Eunice is kicking and screaming like a spoilt child. I don't see the entire scene, but they do something to calm her and eventually she's quiet. My eyes just focus on Gordon's, watching me intently. "I'm sorry for the fiasco Ms Kyle, we'll get to the bottom of this... and we might need to move you to somewhere safer for now."

Infinity9999x

04-14-2006, 12:36 AM

Two days. Two days of hitting various locations in the city, mostly bars where Cash's men like to visit, and I stopped two robberies, and three drug trafficers, all working for Cash. I gave everyone the same message.

"I'm coming for Cash. Stay away from Selina Kyle."

I don't know how many men I've hung over rooftops in the past 48 hours, but hopefully my message has gotten through. I need to put the squeze on Cash, so he feels it, and I need to scare them. Fear is my greatest weapon. This isn't going to be easy. If I'm going to bring Cash in, I'm going to have to keep Selina alive, and get a district attourney that could actually win against him, and get Cash to implicate Thorne.

Right now I have to ensure that my number one priority is doing alright. Selina. The comminsioner is working late again, I've noticed he does that a lot. He's simmilar to me that way....well as simmilar as a normal man can be to me. He left his window wide open this time, maybe he was expecting me.

When he turns to find me behind him, he doesn't jump quite as much.
"I thought you'd drop in again sometime."

"I heard about the incident two nights ago."

"That doesn't surprise me, we barley saved her."

"Where is she now?"

"In her own cell, 24 hour watch...."

"It's not enough."

The comminsioner removes his glases and rubs the area between his eyes, "There's not much more I can do. I mean we have limited resources, it's hard enough trying to find a decent cop who won't try to take a hit at her to begin with..."

"I know what you need. A message."

"I'm not quite sure I..."

"Where is the woman that attacked her?"

"Now wait a minute," Gordon says, pushing back his chair as he stands up, "I'm not gunna leat you go beat up..."

"Don't worry," I reply, "no one will be hurt, I'm just going to send them a message."

Gordon still looks hesistant, "I'll find out where she is anyways, you'll just save me the troubble."

Finally, he gives me a nod, then removes a file from his cabinent.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters as he flips through the papers, "must be insane...here I am doing buisness with a damned crazy man in a *****ing dracula costume..."

"here it is," he says, removing a sheet, "Eunice, cell number 5, first floor, I think that's all you'll need to know, don't know how'll you'll get past the guards but....dammit...you're gone again aren't you?"
* * *

It doesn't take me too long to get to the prison. The hardest part will be getting past the guards...I could gas them, and then slip by while they fumble with my smoke bombs...but that would cause too much of a commotion. Better to be cautious about this. I enter through a air duct on the roof. Luckily they make these things fairly big.

It takes me about twenty minutes to crawl my way to a vent opening. I quietly slip down from the ceiling and get my bearings about me. I'm on the second floor, but luckily the guard on night patroll is on the other side of the complex, it's not too hard for me to slip downstairs. From there all I have to do is follow the labels untill I see the cell marked 5.

I can honestly say the woman inhabiting this cell is one of the largest human beings I've ever encountered, and that's saying something coming from a man who's 6'5.

It takes me less then a minute to pick the lock and slip inside. Eunice is sleeping like a baby. I place my hand over her mouth, then yank her uncerimoniously out of her bunk. It takes all I have to support her weight so she doesn't hit the ground too hard and make too loud of a noise.

"Hello Eunice," I growl, my glowing eyes boring into her, "I've heard you haven't been a very good girl lately."

Eunice's eyes widen like an eight year old who just saw a childs play movie. She tries to struggle, but I hold tight.

"I'm giving you, and all you're friends a message. Stay away from Selina Kyle. Cash's time is over, he's mine, and so is anyone else that associates themselves with him. Now, I'd better hear that you, and everyone else in this fine facility behaves themselves, or else I'll come back to pay you another visit, and trust me, you really don't want that."

I headbutt the large woman quickly, not enough to cause any noticable damage, but enough to knock her unconcious. Taking out some of the rope I use in my grapple, I tie it to two batarangs, which I throw into two walls of the cell, opposite eachother. I tie Eunice to the rope, so her arms are spread wide, then I pick her sheet and arrange it so it resembles my cape, spreading it behind her. Stepping back I allow myself a slight smile,

that should send a very nice message.

Cats

04-16-2006, 05:10 AM

I wonder if it's worth the effort... cooperating with the police and getting trashed in jail. Thoughts run through my head as to how I had coincidentally landed myself in the same cell as Eunice who'd heard about the money reward. I begin to think sabotage... it hasn't been the first time. In a town this bent, anything is possible. Someone in here wanted me dead. The worst thing I can be is locked up right now, a sitting duck for another 'accident'.

My throat is slightly raw, but I'm generally doing a lot better than before - thanks to the resident doctor who gave me some painkillers. I'm ready to fly the cage...

"Guard!" I call as I lie on the floor, pretending that I'm still hurting from the assault. He unlocks the door and dashes to my side.

"What's wrong?" He asks gently, tapping on my shoulder.

But the man is a fool - just takes me two secs to grab him by his shoulders and plummet him onto the ground, knocking the man out instantly as I flip over to my feet.

I move quickly now and put on his uniform while I dress him in mine, then exit quietly, locking the door behind me. I'm guessing nobody noticed the switch... always a good thing.

I stand there surveying the room for a while, and see a vent above me. But there's two cameras ahead that covers this area, and I should get rid of them before I slip into the vents. Getting rid of the cameras however, will just give me a few minutes to get into the vent before the guards come after me. I will have to be very quick.

Bracing myself, tearing a piece of my sleeve and wrapping it around my fist, I speed forward to get enough momentum to temporarily 'climb the wall' and punch out a camera, then do the same for the other camera at the other end of the hall. They fizzle and spark while I position myself under the vent, take two large leaps on either side of the narrow passage to prop myself upwards. Then flip upside down, kicking the cover of the vent off its hinges, and catching the side of the vent with my fingers before gravity gets a chance to pull me down.

It's then that alarms begin to ring, and guards begin to spill into the corridor. I carefully replace the cover to the vent and crawl forward. They would probably not expect someone to have slipped into the vents so quickly, and hopefully I muddle them into thinking I've vanished into thin air.

I wish I had the plans to this place, but I have no idea where I'm going, I'm just going away from where I was. I know I was in the basement, so I probably have to go upwards.

I look up, and eventually find a path leading up, so I cling to the sides as I drag myself upwards. My body is a little numb from the painkillers, but it works... It's good that I'm light and slim, it helps to give me greater ease at slipping through narrow tunnels like this one.

When I reach the top of this vent, I hear the sound of a fan. The fan might be my chance to get out... if I could somehow crawl around or through it. So I head towards the sound of the fan, quickly as I can. And when I reach the end, I peer out and see a dark alleyway. It must be the back of the station... might be able to scale my way up the wall and out of the place.

I check for items on this uniform, and find a baton that I jam through the fan so that I might crawl through it. There's a grating on the other side that I kick at a couple of times... it's fortunate for me that the metal is old and rusting. It gives way and I crawl out into the open air. FREEDOM!

Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, I stretch my legs comfortably, purring as I do. I bend down to touch my toes with my fingers, getting ready to scale the wall. But when I straighten up again, I leap backwards in fright!

"Where do you think you're going?" He stands in the darkness like the silhouette of a demon. How did I not know that he'd slipped in front of me while I was busy stretching? I think I have good ears... at least I used to think so.

"Where did you come from?" I ask, although it's probably of little consequence now.

He points to the vent at which I emerged. "They need you to testify in court."

"Ha!" I laugh cynically, "The cops are no better than Cash himself. They're all crooked... the whole lot of them. I don't know who's after my head, but I'm not waiting around to find out."

I turn my back to leave, but his hand shoots out to grab my elbow firmly. "You're not going anywhere."

I turn a menacing stare at him. Although his face is covered by a mask, I know he's surprised. "Haven't you done enough?" my words sting with hurt... hurt of being betrayed, delivered into the hands of the police. "You of all people should know how trustworthy these cops are... it would explain why you put on a mask and fight crime. To be out of their jurisdiction... So don't act all high and mighty now. What we do... is not that much different. Who gives you the right to judge me?" My words cut through the air with a pang.

His eyes glow in the dark as he watches me quietly...

Infinity9999x

04-16-2006, 10:35 PM

If anyone else is reading, it would be great if anyone wanted to jump in as Dent or someone, just to get some more players
I wonder if it's worth the effort... cooperating with the police and getting trashed in jail. Thoughts run through my head as to how I had coincidentally landed myself in the same cell as Eunice who'd heard about the money reward. I begin to think sabotage... it hasn't been the first time. In a town this bent, anything is possible. Someone in here wanted me dead. The worst thing I can be is locked up right now, a sitting duck for another 'accident'.

My throat is slightly raw, but I'm generally doing a lot better than before - thanks to the resident doctor who gave me some painkillers. I'm ready to fly the cage...

"Guard!" I call as I lie on the floor, pretending that I'm still hurting from the assault. He unlocks the door and dashes to my side.

"What's wrong?" He asks gently, tapping on my shoulder.

But the man is a fool - just takes me two secs to grab him by his shoulders and plummet him onto the ground, knocking the man out instantly as I flip over to my feet.

I move quickly now and put on his uniform while I dress him in mine, then exit quietly, locking the door behind me. I'm guessing nobody noticed the switch... always a good thing.

I stand there surveying the room for a while, and see a vent above me. But there's two cameras ahead that covers this area, and I should get rid of them before I slip into the vents. Getting rid of the cameras however, will just give me a few minutes to get into the vent before the guards come after me. I will have to be very quick.

Bracing myself, tearing a piece of my sleeve and wrapping it around my fist, I speed forward to get enough momentum to temporarily 'climb the wall' and punch out a camera, then do the same for the other camera at the other end of the hall. They fizzle and spark while I position myself under the vent, take two large leaps on either side of the narrow passage to prop myself upwards. Then flip upside down, kicking the cover of the vent off its hinges, and catching the side of the vent with my fingers before gravity gets a chance to pull me down.

It's then that alarms begin to ring, and guards begin to spill into the corridor. I carefully replace the cover to the vent and crawl forward. They would probably not expect someone to have slipped into the vents so quickly, and hopefully I muddle them into thinking I've vanished into thin air.

I wish I had the plans to this place, but I have no idea where I'm going, I'm just going away from where I was. I know I was in the basement, so I probably have to go upwards.

I look up, and eventually find a path leading up, so I cling to the sides as I drag myself upwards. My body is a little numb from the painkillers, but it works... It's good that I'm light and slim, it helps to give me greater ease at slipping through narrow tunnels like this one.

When I reach the top of this vent, I hear the sound of a fan. The fan might be my chance to get out... if I could somehow crawl around or through it. So I head towards the sound of the fan, quickly as I can. And when I reach the end, I peer out and see a dark alleyway. It must be the back of the station... might be able to scale my way up the wall and out of the place.

I check for items on this uniform, and find a baton that I jam through the fan so that I might crawl through it. There's a grating on the other side that I kick at a couple of times... it's fortunate for me that the metal is old and rusting. It gives way and I crawl out into the open air. FREEDOM!

Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, I stretch my legs comfortably, purring as I do. I bend down to touch my toes with my fingers, getting ready to scale the wall. But when I straighten up again, I leap backwards in fright!

"Where do you think you're going?" He stands in the darkness like the silhouette of a demon. How did I not know that he'd slipped in front of me while I was busy stretching? I think I have good ears... at least I used to think so.

"Where did you come from?" I ask, although it's probably of little consequence now.

He points to the vent at which I emerged. "They need you to testify in court."

"Ha!" I laugh cynically, "The cops are no better than Cash himself. They're all crooked... the whole lot of them. I don't know who's after my head, but I'm not waiting around to find out."

I turn my back to leave, but his hand shoots out to grab my elbow firmly. "You're not going anywhere."

I turn a menacing stare at him. Although his face is covered by a mask, I know he's surprised. "Haven't you done enough?" my words sting with hurt... hurt of being betrayed, delivered into the hands of the police. "You of all people should know how trustworthy these cops are... it would explain why you put on a mask and fight crime. To be out of their jurisdiction... So don't act all high and mighty now. What we do... is not that much different. Who gives you the right to judge me?" My words cut through the air with a pang.

His eyes glow in the dark as he watches me quietly...

I have done enough. I've done too much. But I can't let my own personal feelings invade my better judgement.

"There are a few," I reply slowly, "a very small few select group of good cops left in this city. Gordon for one."

She rolls her eyes and gives me a snort of disgust, I probably would be doing the same thing in her situation.

"They can protect you....and so can I. I've been doing that. Besides, do you think you'd be any better out on the streets? It would be that much easier for someone to kill you then hide your body where we'll never find it. At least in here, you have some measure of protection, more then you may think. Just walk by your old roomate's cell if you want some proof."

"Besides, the trial's being rushed through. Thorne want's to push in it quickly, so the prosecution can't gather evidence. That's where I'm going to come in. I need to find that evidence. So if there's anyone you can point me too...accomplices of Cash that could testify against him that would help."

Still holding her elbow, I stare at her once more, "it will only be a few more days..."

I want to say more, but...well, Batman doesn't show emotion, he simply cuts to the point. She may hate me, but some things are more imp
ortant then my personal feelings.

Cats

04-17-2006, 05:40 AM

"Sorry Bats, life in a cell just ain't my thing. I may face more danger out here, but at least I'm free. Free to run and safe my own neck, rather than be trapped by the same people who were supposed to protect me." I pull on my elbow, but his fist is still tightly wrapped around it. "Let me go..."

His voice is soft, "You know I can't do that."

I know he's breaking.

I draw closer to him. He doesn't move away. Always showing me this rigid front... I know there's more to him than this. There is a man under this mask, a thumping heart, a hurting child, disillusioned by the system... not too different from me. I lean over to whisper in his ear, "Let's not fight. You know you can't keep me here, and I know you don't want to. So why pretend?"

His reply comes quickly, "There's more to life than wants, Selina. Sometimes it's about doing the right thing."

A fire burns within, frustrated by his unrelenting attitude. Any other man would've succumbed by now. "Obviously your ideas of right differ from mine. Just about now, 'right' would be plain survival for me. So let me go!" I pull on my arm but he clutches tighter till it hurts. I finally stop struggling and gaze deeply at the man who holds me back. "You do know what this means, don't you?"

He nods slowly, albeit with a hint of sadness.

With that, I swing a leg straight at his face, knocking him backwards. Yet his hand is still clutching tightly and won't let go. He doesn't retaliate otherwise... strange. I whisk a hand at him that he ducks swiftly, and a foot that catches him square in the chest. And still that hand is around my elbow. I make a fist and am about to sock him in the face when he catches it in his palm. "ENOUGH!" he growls.

Infinity9999x

04-17-2006, 12:57 PM

I starting to get angry. Just as I lean closer to her, a gunshot rings out and the force of what feels like a car at full speed hits me square in the back. I go flying forward and crash into one of the standing air vents.

I turn quickly, to see a tall well dressed man in a suit calmly loading a magnum.
"I thought I warned you people to stay away I growl,"

His head snaps back up with a mild look of surprise, "My, you are a hard one to kill aren't you? But you're mistaken," With catlike quickness he brings up his gun and fires off a round at Selina. I'm already moving. I leap in front of her and the round hits me in my already wounded shoulder from the Joker encounter. I grunt in pain, but force the distraction out of my mind. Still moving, I shove Selina behind an air vent, then turn towards our assailant.

"My name is Deadshot," the tall man says with a smile, "and I never miss."

Cats

04-17-2006, 08:12 PM

I get chucked behind an air vent while shots ring out. I know the Bat's been hit. Probably won't last long... What to do? What to do? I glance around frantically - then it comes...

A voice over a loud hailer. "Put down your weapons. This is the police." A glaring light from a couple of squad cars blind us temporarily. And the guy who calls himself Deadshot begins shooting, perhaps attempting to hit the headlights. It's a good distraction, when both the police and our assassin is kept busy.

But as I think about slipping out of the air vent and heading further down the alley, Batman moves like lightning and pushes me further into the vent and drags his whole body in as well. I hear a gasp from his lips and know that the wounds he sustained are bad. I open my mouth to speak when thunder fills our ears... the thunder of a thousand bullets, bouncing off cars, walls... The headlights had been put out. I can't tell if Deadshot got hit, but there sure is a lot of shooting going on.

"Move on. Move on..." commands the Bats. And while I'm not keen on re-entering the police HQ, air vent or not, I guess there's not much of a choice now. As I begin to crawl further in, he drags himself with the strength of his better arm.

"Are you alright?" I ask. Batman did save my life, after all. He nods, but I return to prop him onto my back. He doesn't say a word. Then I heave, attempting to get us further into the vents while his feet propel us along.

We're deeper now, the gunfire has subsided. They're probably looking for us. I turn a bend, and am not quite sure where we are in relation to the building plans - but I think it'll take them a while to source us. I'm tired, so I drop him... that's some weight I had to bear. Will take a breather before continuing. He rolls over, panting as I am while I lean against the cold steel.

And then the weirdest thing happens... I begin to laugh. He turns to gaze at me curiously, probably thinking I've gone bonkers. "Dejavu Bats... dejavu."

Infinity9999x

04-17-2006, 11:39 PM

"It does seem like we find ourselves in these situations quite a bit," I grunt in between breaths of air. I'm getting really tired of being shot.

"I'm sorry to break up the reunion..." the cold voice of the assasin speaks out, "but I really want Mr. Cash's money, and I'll be damned if some freak in a halloween costume keeps me from it."

I know I have a split second to react, and as I turn, I pull out a batarang and hurl it as fast as I can in the general direction of the hired gun. A growl of pain greets my ear and a bullet flys astray, zipping by my ear and into the vent behind me. I hear Selina gasp, out of the corner of my eye I see that the bullet glazed the top of her shoulder.

I dive forward, and collide with Deadshot. The tall man utters an oath and we both hit the cold metal beneath us. He tucks his legs underme and pushes off, sending me sumersaulting onto my back. Looks like he has some skills, it figures, Assasins train in everything now a days.

I don't give him any time to get back to his gun. My leg flies forward in a kick and nails him in the small of his back, and I use my other leg to trip him up at the same time. I jump forward and we grapple on the ground. In normal conditions, I'd be able to outmuscle him easily, but I've been shot twice, and the slick metal floor suits his less encumber body better then mine.

He slams his palm into my clavicle, and despite my armor the hit still takes the breath out of me, he follows up the blow with a hit to the temple. I roll with the strike to try to take some of the momentum out of it, but it still dazes me.

I fall backwards against the wall of the vent, Deadshot lunges forward with a punch, but I lift my forarm quickly and let him break his knuckles on my armored gauntlet. Deadshot lets out a howl of pain, and I grab his shirt collar and headbutt him hard in the nose. The assain growls in pain, and stumbles backwards.

Finally, the little bastard goes down. I walk towards him, but he surprises me, with he twists around quickly with a nife, and stabs it clear through the palm of my hand into the metal vent behind it.
"ARGHHH!" Note to self, armor your damn hands.

Deadshot wipes his bloody nose and lifts his handgun to my exposed chin.
"Playtime's over scary man."

Cats

04-18-2006, 12:30 AM

"Not if I have anything to say about that!" I flick a foot beneath his handgun, tossing it into the air. It lands with a loud clang that I'm sure everyone's heard... if they haven't heard the scruffle that came before. Deadshot cusses at me as he scrambles for the gun. I know I can't reach it before he does, but I try moving towards him anyway. As I cross over the Bats, I feel him slip something into my hand. I take one glance at it, and realise it's pepper spray. This might work.

When Deadshot picks up his gun and prepares to fire it, he has a nasty surprise waiting for him just as he turns. A fine spray of eye-irritant. He screams and covers his eyes as a stray bullet goes off, hitting a screw in the vent and causing the entire metal flooring to sag. I whip a foot at his handgun again and once more it flies. Except this time he can't find it because he can't see clearly enough. He's slipping with the uneven flooring, and I get an idea.

The Batman is still welded to the vent, attempting to pull out the knife that holds him down. But he's weak now, his blood is seeping all over the floor... pooling where he lays. "I'll do it," I say, and with one firm stroke, I pull the knife out. Instinctively, he clutches his injured hand with the other one, rolling away quickly. And with the knife hold wielding, I plunge it into the weak metallic joint in the vent, causing a loud creaking sound. Deadshot pauses, unsure of what's going on. The guy still can't see. I plunge the knife again, and lever it, so it unhooks another screw. Then I let gravity do the rest as I dash away as quickly as I can. In a few seconds, that portion of the vent gives way, and Deadshot slips down into Police HQ. Hopefully into the hands of a cop, but I doubt we'd get that lucky.

Infinity9999x

04-18-2006, 10:56 PM

I'm breathing hard and staggering a bit, damn that hurt. Selina comes over too check on me, but I shrug her off.

"I'll be fine, we need to figure out what to do with you." I look back over my shoulder at the sound of sirens.

"I suppose it might not be a great idea to keep you here....but...I can't let you go back out on the streets. I need you to testify." I shift my hand, trying to ease the pain.

"Any suggestions?"

Cats

04-19-2006, 01:20 AM

"Damn this town!" I curse, thumping a fist onto my thigh, because I can't think of somewhere I can go devoid of people and their money craving eyes. Somewhere that I can finally get a good night's sleep. How did it get this bad? "We'd best get out of here first before the cops start looking for us." I suggest. I begin crawling, but I notice that he's not even able to move with his good hand now that it's been pierced. I shake my head with the thought that if I didn't turn around to see him there, he might've been stuck in the same spot for a while. Yet the guy won't call for help. "Come on... You have to move Bats..." I prop him onto my back again and drag him along. His feet aren't pushing much this time. Might need to drop him off at Ms Thompkin's place again. Least she did a good job the last time round. I wonder how I'd manage to do that tho, I don't have my car here. Surely be weird lugging a masked vigilante around town.

Then suddenly a hinge opens at the side of the vent, and the click of a gun resounds. Oh no.. not again! I turn around, and I see Lieutanent Gordon, holding up a gun. "Freeze and exit the vent slowly." I think about running, but I can't in this constrained space, not to mention I have a man on my back who's not exactly light. He told me to freeze, and I literally do, for quite a while. "Don't make me tell you twice, I am ready to use this gun."

"Damn this town!" I curse again, I know this is the end of the line. Slowly I get out of the vent as Gordon makes himself busy taking hold of Batman to lower him slowly. And I notice his gun is no longer aimed at me. It's strange also how he's alone. Might as well take the chance... "Take care of him!" I whisper as I run to open the door, but shut it again once I see the number of policemen out there.

Gordon laughs as he places Batman onto the floor. I hate him for his smugness. "There's no place to run miss, you're in a police station. You won't get 5 meters without bumping into another cop."

"Your cops are bent!" I say, still whispering, tho as harshly as I can. "They're in on the deal. They all want the cash for my head."

He looks thoughtful, rubbing his moustache. "You suspect Officer Rodney?"

"The guy who put me with Eunice?" he nods. "Yes," I say without hesistation. "And you too, for all that I trust! If you lay a hand on me I'll..." I brace myself to take him on. I don't know how Batman can trust him. He looks like any other cop - dirty, corrupted, big official bullies with badges.

But Gordon motions me to calm down, "Don't worry Ms Kyle, I'm not like the others. I give you my word. But I do need to take you in."

"I'm not going in there to be a sitting duck!"

Gordon rubs his moustache again, I see it's a little habit he has. It's slightly distracting. "Alright..." he says after a long while, "But this is an exceptional case," he warns "I'll agree to your not being in here if you can come back with me and stay at my place till your trial date. No foul play or I will have you in deeper soup than you know."

It's an unexpected offer, I'm curious, "How do I know I can trust you?"

"I'm letting you into my house, if anything I should be the one asking you that."

I shrug... good point. Might not be a bad idea actually. "What about him?" I point to the Bats, who had binded his wounded hand while we were talking. Blood is still soaking the cloth and seeping out of his gunshot wounds. My shoulder hurts some from the scrape, but I'm guessing he must be in ten times the pain I am.

Infinity9999x

04-19-2006, 11:36 PM

"I'll be fine," I growl back as I wrap another bandage around my hand. Lazy, I'm getting too damn lazy, I can't let a little hack like that crazy gunman get the better of me.

"I need to get going," I reply, "do some...research. Be carefull Gordon, that assasain may still be in this building and....you might want to cut down the woman in cell 5..."

With that I turn and exit via the window. Luckily it's by a clump of bushes and I'm able to slip into them quickly enough that none of the cops outside see me. I press a small homing device, and my car zips around the corner. I get inside it as quickly as I can and set the autopiolet to Wayne manor. I dial up Alfred on my comm..

"Alfred....I hope you're still handy with your medcinal skills...I'm going to need a few eh....minor touchups."

"You know, with all the money you spent on that suit, you think it would protect you a bit better," Alfred replies.

"It's still in the testing stages. I don't really have the engery to talk, I'll see you in ten minutes." I shut the comm off and slump back in my chair. Damn do I hurt.

Cats

04-20-2006, 12:29 AM

As we watch Batman slip outside, I point to the window, "So... do we go out the same way?"

Gordon laughs softly, "No Ms Kyle, we do this the proper way. You will be accounted for. And for the next few days, I will be your guardian."

"Bah..." I blurt, "Guardians... heck..."

But Gordon points a finger directly at me like a father disciplining a child, making me slightly uncomfortable. "No tricks, you hear me? You are binded with me or we will think about lengthening your sentence. Whether or not jail is a safe place for you."

"Okaaay..." I raise my hands to mock a surrender. "Yes Mister policeman." Boy does he need to lighten up or what? Figure I might try to be a good girl for the next few days.

Gordon gets me to stick out my hands and slaps handcuffs over them. I hate the feeling of cold steel against my wrists, but I'll just keep them on for aesthetic reasons. He'll probably get them off once we get to his place.

We step out of his office, and I can literally feel the room tense up. I expect that they'd found my replacement in my cell, probably not too happy about it. "The b****!" yells one of the cops, and the others look like they're having the same thought. Whoa... too much anger in one room. Not very healthy here.

"Calm down boys, we've got her now," says Gordon. "I heard the man in the suit that we found in the alleyway is somewhere in this building. Where is he now?"

The guys look at each other, then one with wispy brown hair reports, "Gone. He held on of our guys as a hostage and went out the front door. Some of us tried to follow, but lost sight of him shortly. We found our guy blindfolded and wandering the streets a few minutes ago. We've no idea where he went."

"What?" Gordon doesn't sound happy. "Did anyone think to set up some perimeter to hunt the guy down?"

"He's gone, Gordon... It's late, and we're tired. I think everyone here deserves a break." The other men agree. I'm surprised... never actually expected the GCPD to be this lazy. Had always pictured them busy with corruption and whatnot... anything but lazy.

"He shot at our men!" reminds Gordon. "Three cars are plugged full of bulletholes because of him. It's a miracle that no one was hurt!"

A tall black man walks over, he looks like an authority of some sort. Has a coat on instead of a typical uniform. "We will get replaced in the morning Gordon. This case is closed for tonight. Take her down to the cell now. We'll chain her up better this time."

My jaw drops, and I turn to Gordon to help me out here. I'm supposed to go with him, not back to a cell. "Sir, I was thinking to move her to safer quarters. That man in the coat out there was after her. Nearly did too."

The tall black man's eyes rest on the bleeding scrape on my shoulder, then continues, "Where do you intend to take her?"

"With me Commissioner. I'll keep her till her trial date." he drops to a whisper, "And it'll be good if we keep this under wraps too. I have reason to suspect foul play from within the GCPD."

The commissioner clears his throat and nods his head. "If you lose her, the weight will be upon your shoulders Gordon."

Gordon looks at me a little untrusting-like. I give him a sheepish smile, and shrug. "Alright then... Let's go Ms Kyle."

Infinity9999x

04-20-2006, 10:42 PM

*cats just a little clarification, gordon while he was still being played actually was the black commisioner. The guy playing him wanted a new take on him. Not that it matters too much since no one's playing him but I just thought I'd tell you for continuity purposes*

I cringe a bit as Alfred sews my skin together. I'm bandaged in about thirty different places, and it feels like I'm being held together by a loose thread.

I stare around my cave in the bleak light. Bats flutter around the ceiling in the shadows, little rustling areas of black in the tones of grey.

"Do you think I can do this Alfred?" I ask after a moment. Alfred stops his work for a moment before responding.

"I'm not quite sure I understand your question sir."

"This," I say gesturing towards my costume on the floor beside me, "I'm trying to be like some sort of Superhero from the movies and...and I'm just a normal man." I sigh deeply, and my skin twitches unwillingly as Alfred sews up a particulary painful wound.

"Right now...a woman...Selina, she's in troubble. Johnny Cash and Rupert Thorne tried to have her killed. She's going to testify against them in court but the district attourney is going to need more evidence, and I know I'm the only one that could ever find that evidence. And Selina is in a huge amount of danger. Virtually every thug on the street is after her...I've tried to scare them away, and it's worked for some but....." I pause for a moment, staring off into the shadow

"....but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to keep her alive." I finish quietly.

Alfred remains silent for a moment, finishing up the last of my cuts, and tying up the stiches.

"Sir, I've known you all your life. I know you're not a superhero, but I can say that I've never met a more driven my in all of my time on this earth. Look at you now! You've sustained injuries that most men would be in the hospital for, yet you still press on, through sheer will. If anyone can help Ms. Kyle, it's going to be you."

A small smile plays upon my lips and I lay a hand on Alfred's shoulder,
"Thank you old friend....I just hope your right."

Cats

04-21-2006, 12:13 AM

Yeah I've noticed that Infinity. But I have brought in another character - if you'll recognize as Commissioner Loeb, who is also a black man (like in BB). Although I imagine him to be taller than Gordon, and sorta 'hover' over the rest.
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I'm brought to a simple terrace house at 11pm - painted light brown, with dark green framings on the doors and windows. The lawn is well kept, with daisies growing in a corner of the small plot. I wonder then how Gordon manages to keep the time to maintain the daisies, what with his hectic schedule and all... "Nice place," I comment, a little off-handedly.

He nods his approval, "I live here with my daughter... it's simple, but it does the job."

"My my... I would've never have guessed that you had a kid, lieutanent."

Gordon smiles as he turns the key in the lock, and swings the door open to a simple home with beige colored sofas, khaki rugs, and its windows draped in greyish blinds. "Barbara!" he calls, and the voice of an adolescent calls back.

"Daddy!" She looks like she's not past 12. A little blue skirt and pigtails, Barbara runs into her father's arms. He swings her around a little and a warm hug. And I'm standing there watching... imagining if things were as good between me and my Dad, if I would still be the person I am. Makes me a little sad.

"Mister Gordon, ah you are back, finally," a plump spanish woman exits the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. She startles a little when she sees me.

Gordon realises he hasn't introduced me, plus I must look a little scary with the handcuffs still around my wrists. "Oh this is Ms Kyle, she will be staying with us for a while." Then he turns to me and introduces his house folk, "This little princess is Barbara, and that is Mrs Fernandes. She helps around the house when I'm not here."

"Daddy," says Barbara pointing to the cuffs, "Is Ms Kyle a criminal?'

He laughs a little uncomfortably. "Ms Kyle and me are playing a game. You can play too if you want Babs..." Mr Fernandes looks a little disgusted at the whole aspect of the lie and goes back into the kitchen.

But Barbara ignores him with the toss of her head, gets herself back on the ground and reaches out a hand to shake mine. "Hello Ms Kyle, nice to have you in our home."

I reach a little uncomfortably, but manage to take her soft hand in mine. "Hey Babs, thanks for the nice welcome." Then I turn to whisper to Gordon, "Are these really neccessary?"

He whispers back, "Yes. Until you give me a reason to trust you more."

A frown creases on my brow... it's not as I'd expected. But I guess it's that or sleeping in that cell again.

Ms Fernandes emerges from the kitchen with her handbag and waves goodbye to us, "Bye Mr Gordon, Babs... and... ermm..." she clears her thought, and slips past me like it bothers her to be around me even for a second. Sigh... such stigma.

"You can have the couch," he tells me, "I'll ready it for you." And he goes into the room to get some sheets, leaving me alone in the room with Barbara.

"The couch is comfy," assures Barbara, making me smile. She's a nice little girl, I'm starting to like her.

"Right now anywhere but the streets is comfy to me, Babs," I'm pretty honest with her, I surprise myself. She grins, and I wonder how much of all this she understands.

Infinity9999x

04-25-2006, 10:58 PM

The night air feels cool against my face as I leap over the chasams of Gotham. My wounds are tight, but I have them bandaged, and I need to keep in shape. The events of the past day are spinning in my head.

I tried to find out information on the Deadshot individual, but I didn't get much more the the fact that he's a deadly assain with expert skill in almost any kind of trajectory weapon, which isn't that hard to figure out given his name.

My mind shifts to the task at hand, namely, finding evidence I can use against Johnny Cash. It's not going to be easy, but I have to if this case is going to stick. So the first place I'm headed is the warehouse....I just hope Cash hasn't had it burned down yet.

Cats

05-02-2006, 04:07 AM

Sorry for the delay!
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I woke up today a little disoriented. Must say it's the first day I've slept well in quite a long time - didn't realise when Gordon removed the cuffs, but my hands are free now. I actually feel pretty good... except for my bandaged shoulder. But as I'm stretching, a towel hits me in the face.

"Wash up, have your breakfast. An officer is coming over to watch you," comes Gordon's gruff voice. I tuck the towel under my arm a little irritably. Gordon is sitting at the table, eating pancakes with Barbara opposite him and Mrs Fernandes washing the dishes at the sink.

"Good morning Ms Kyle," says Babs. And I give her a little wave as Gordon points me to the nearest bathroom. I walk in yawning, fill the tub with steaming water, then rest myself with a huge sigh. Ahh... luxuries...

I lay there a long while, thinking about Rupert Thorne, about Gordon, about the Bats, even think about my boss and Charlene. They probably figure I'm dead or something. Well, I almost was. Anyway by the way things have been going, I figure my job is gone now.

A thump comes on the door. "That's enough for you today Selina," says Gordon.

"Bah... can't a gal get a moment's peace?"

"Don't make me barge in to get you."

I start to rinse off my hair, "Okay okay!" And with a towel draped around me, I open the bathroom door.

"Aye-yaye-yaye!" cries out Ms Fernandes, covering her face as Gordon and a man in blue, seated on the couch turn to see me. Both men startle.

"Well hello..." I say to the new guy. He tries to reply but he's stammering. He finally decides to stand up and nod. I laugh... Men.... hmmmph...

Kritish

05-02-2006, 12:06 PM

Robin raped by cat...

Infinity9999x

05-02-2006, 10:33 PM

*no problem I've been pretty busy too. Mostly highschool drama stuff...ahh I wonder if I'll ever understand girls..."

I creep into the dark warehouse and glance around. Well, at least it's still standing, as to what I'll find....well that will be the hard part.

Broken crates and bullet holes perferate the walls and floor of the old building. I make my way over to the area where Cash had shoved Selina in a crate. That's my best bet if I'm going to find something.

The building's dark, but luckily the nightvision in my lenses aid me. I get lucky, I don't have to look very long at all. Not too far away is an empty syringe, I can see the dried liquid of the virus still inside it. The syringe must have been kicked away during the confusion. I'm surprised that Cash didn't think to come back here and clean up, or at least burn the warehouse down. He's getting sloppy.....but then again, he really doesn't have much to fear in this town. He thinks he's invincible, and that's going to be his downfall.

With a small grin I make my way back out into the night. At least one thing went right so far. Mr. Cash was pleasant enough to provide me with solid evidence of his crime, virus and fingerprints to boot.

Cats

05-03-2006, 12:36 AM

ah... girl problems huh? I do admit we can be quite an enigma ;) All the best with that.
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It had been a slow morning... I sorta sat around after Barbara left for school. Got shunned by Mrs Fernandes. Talked to the cop a little... his name is Bobby. Married with two kids - although by the way he looks at me, I would think that he wasn't married.

I strolled around the place a little, watered the plants, borrowed the Da Vinci Code from the bookshelf in the study (although I think I was not meant to enter there), read it a while then got bored. Realised after my 10th time around the house that they don't have a telly... I'm about to go outta my mind!

Bobby keeps himself busy by reading the papers and occasionally patrolling the exterior of the house. I don't know if anyone's coming for me. At least I hope not. But if they were to come, I hope they come now. All this waiting is drawing on my patience.

I hear a bus pull up outside, and kids screaming as Mrs Fernandes goes out to receive Barbara. School's over apparently.

And some kids start calling at her from the bus, over and over again, "Batty babs, batty babs!" Barbara turns around and doesn't seem too happy as the bus moves along, kicking up a bundle of dust. Mrs Fernandes urges her to come in for biscuits, and I greet her at the door. But all she does is dash past me, into her room and slam her bedroom door. I look quizzically at Mrs Fernandes who gives me a glare and walks away. I figure she won't be of much help, so I go over to Bab's room and knock on the door.

"Go away!" she says through the door a little quivery. Sounds like she's crying.

"Barbara, will you let me in? I just wanna talk," I have a certain way about men, but little girls... well I hope she will be persuaded the same way.

"I don't wanna talk!"

"It's those kids isn't it? I know they were being mean with the teases. I can relate to that. People think I'm a weirdo because of how much I love cats, but I think they're really cool."

After a little pause I hear her reply, "You like cats?"

"Yes! I have about seven at home. But I think several ran away recently. I'll have to go looking for them when I get back."

"Seven?!" the door pops open and Babs stands there, her face wet with tears. I bend down to wipe her cheeks.

"Yes, seven! I even gave each of them names. They're quite a happy bunch..."

"Wow!" She allows me into her room and we sit on her bed for a while.

"Now tell me why were those meanies calling you 'Batty Babs'?"

She fumbles with her fingers. "Because I believe that Batman is real and they don't."

I'm somewhat surprised to hear that they've been discussing the Bats in school. "What makes you believe he's real?"

She turns a disgusted gaze at me, "See, you don't believe it either!"

"Hey hey... who says I don't believe you?" she turns to me a little curiously, so I continue in a whisper, "In fact I've seen him with my own two eyes!"

"You have?!"

I nod, "I've spoken to him even..."

"What did he say?" I can see that she's excited, we might have a bat-fan here.

"Well, not much. He doesn't like to talk a lot. But he seems nice, not at all like the scary boogeyman costume he wears."

Barbara giggles. "How did you meet him?"

I ponder on this a while, there's a lot I don't wish to reveal to her. But it feels nice to cheer her up a little. "I met him when he saved my life. He's quite the hero, you know..."

Babs sighs, I'm guessing she must have a crush on the Bats. I wonder if her father knows... add to the fact that he interacts with the Bats every now and then. "I wish I could meet him too," she muses.

"Perhaps you will Babs... perhaps someday."