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Multiversers: Unlimited RPG

"I'm a hedgehog, thank you very much. I don't know any of you fellas, or what it is we're gonna have to do, but I oughta help anywhere I can. As long as you can get me home when this is done, count me in."

"My apologies, Sonic, was it? I'm sure you'll be quite the asset to us."

"I may be 45, but I can turn the globe back time and pucnh your father a hole in your father's crotch before he concieves you."

"I'm 32, kid. Watch it."

"He looks a hell of a lot older than you."

"I may look young, call it a blessing if you will, but I guarantee that I'm the oldest person in this room. I fought in my first war when Napolean was conquering Europe. And before that I'd been a peaceful shephard for a couple of thousand years. I'd tell you how many goblins and men of the Adversary I've killed, but with your fashion sense as a guide, I don't think you could count that high."

If I didn't know better I'd think I p**sed off the old guys...
 
"Listen, smartass, even if you really are thousands of years old, I'd bet that you want to keep on sucking air for the forseable future. So, don't insult how I dress again. This happens to be a VERY nice coat."
 
The Question said:
"Listen, smartass, even if you really are thousands of years old, I'd bet that you want to keep on sucking air for the forseable future. So, don't insult how I dress again. This happens to be a VERY nice coat."
:"...I was talkin to the guy with the pointy ears..."
 
"Enough, gentlemen, enough." God, why are they always like this? "As for your task, it is not a manner of simple power. You have all been chosen for your distinct moral values, as they will be of more importance than who could crush a mountain or not."

I stretch my neck so that my face hovers directly in front of Batman's. I do this for two reasons; one, to display my own power, and two, to look Batman in the eye to let him know how serious I am.

"This mission involves you more than anyone, Mr. Wayne. So I am POSITIVE that I have the right bastard. Understood?"
 
Green Lantern said:
:"...I was talkin to the guy with the pointy ears..."

"Oh. Yeah, he does look kind of stupid."



SuperFerret said:
"Enough, gentlemen, enough." God, why are they always like this? "As for your task, it is not a manner of simple power. You have all been chosen for your distinct moral values, as they will be of more importance than who could crush a mountain or not."


I stretch my neck so that my face hovers directly in front of Batman's. I do this for two reasons; one, to display my own power, and two, to look Batman in the eye to let him know how serious I am.



"This mission involves you more than anyone, Mr. Wayne. So I am POSITIVE that I have the right bastard. Understood?"



That is kind of gross.
 
Green Lantern said:
"I may look young, call it a blessing if you will, but I guarantee that I'm the oldest person in this room. I fought in my first war when Napolean was conquering Europe. And before that I'd been a peaceful shephard for a couple of thousand years. I'd tell you how many goblins and men of the Adversary I've killed, but with your fashion sense as a guide, I don't think you could count that high."

...

Nothing makes any damn sense anymore. No goddamn sense.

This squirt that looks no older than fifteen, at most, claims he's nearly as old as Christ. A blue hedgehog in a pair of goddamned shoes is talking to me. Even chewing out my attire like some kind of goddamned critic. And this version of Kent actually knows how to speak beyond the word "Damn!". Not to mention he looks about twice as old.

And I'm here? I was chosen for this? I'm no god. I'm not older than the rest of humanity. And I'm definatley not some kind of diseased hedgehog in a goddamned pair of shoes. I'm just a detective. A detective in a Bat costume. Does this bookworm need his eyes checked?

I cross my arms, waiting for his response to my question.
 
SuperFerret said:
"Enough, gentlemen, enough." God, why are they always like this? "As for your task, it is not a manner of simple power. You have all been chosen for your distinct moral values, as they will be of more importance than who could crush a mountain or not."

I stretch my neck so that my face hovers directly in front of Batman's. I do this for two reasons; one, to display my own power, and two, to look Batman in the eye to let him know how serious I am.

"This mission involves you more than anyone, Mr. Wayne. So I am POSITIVE that I have the right bastard. Understood?"
"Sorry Mr. Richards, what exactly is this mission you have for us?"
 
"What's the mission? and what does it have to do with Bruce?"
 
The Question said:
"Oh. Yeah, he does look kind of stupid."

"That really hurts coming from the goddamned S&M spokesman."

SuperFerret said:
"Enough, gentlemen, enough." God, why are they always like this? "As for your task, it is not a manner of simple power. You have all been chosen for your distinct moral values, as they will be of more importance than who could crush a mountain or not."

I stretch my neck so that my face hovers directly in front of Batman's. I do this for two reasons; one, to display my own power, and two, to look Batman in the eye to let him know how serious I am.

"This mission involves you more than anyone, Mr. Wayne. So I am POSITIVE that I have the right bastard. Understood?"

The bookworm... can stretch his neck. Christ. Just when you think you've seen it all...

This is insanity. No... This is a dream. This is just a goddamned dream I'm having. Nothing else.

I'm not standing in a room with a scientist that can give Stretch Armstrong a run for his money.

There's no way that hedgehog can talk. No goddamn way.

The kid that claims to be older than Christ can't be that old. You'd think he'd at least look the damn part. He looks like he should be in a classroom about now.

Kent isn't that smart. He can't comphrehend simple words. And he's usually ready to melt my brains straight out of my nostrils.

This is a dream. Just a goddamned dream. Nothing but a dream.

...But, since when the hell do I sleep?

I glare up at Richards. This is the only clown that can give me any goddamned answers, and even he doesn't answer my question. I should tell these peopl-...these things to take a flying leap.

But I haven't yet. And part of me wonders why the hell I'm not going to.

"Fine. You've got yourself a space roadie. I'm in."
 
Saving a universe from complete destruction...again. Of course I couldn't just leave without helping. I mean I think tall, dark, and scary over there is a grade A psycho and looks like he could snap and try to kill us all.

"Well I'm in"
 
Master Bruce said:
"That really hurts coming from the goddamned S&M spokesman."

"This coming from the man with the leather bat fetish."
 
"Please, You two gals can trade fashion tips later. The sooner we get the mission done, the sooner we can all go back to our homes."
 
Jesus, what the hell did I start?

"Guys, KNOCK it the hell off. Let Reed talk, and maybe then we can get on with our lives. I don't know about you guys but I was doing something really important when I got zapped up here."

Blue unsheathe the Vorpal Sword and its blade glistened in the dim light.

"I know I started the s**t and I'm sorry. My nerves got the best of me. But the next insult flung by ANYONE, will result in me adding another head to my chalkboard."
 
"Blue, please put the sword away."

I pull my head back to it's usual place on my shoulders. This version of Bruce is much more... grating than he usually is, and I lost my temper, which even I will admit is out of character.

"The universe that needs saving would at first seem to be a better world than the one that our friend Batman hails from, most notably because of the fact that his parents were NOT murdered in front of his eight-year old eyes in this world. No, the Thomas and Martha Wayne of this world were only wounded by the attempted mugging that usually fateful night, and that is where the problem begins."

I clear my throat, and continue.

"In most worlds where Bruce Wayne, the man we see before us, the one calling himself Batman, exists, his parents were murdered, an event that set him on the path to becoming the Batman, defender of Gotham City. In this world, there will be no Batman, and Gotham will be overrun by psychotics that the Batman would have otherwise neutralized. This poses a major problem, since this universe was intended to have a Batman, and a ripple in the fabric of this particular reality, which I have dubbed a 'Doom Horizon' has begun to affect this existence negatively. If you do not find a way to ensure that the Batman will protect the streets of Gotham City in the future, this reality will tear itself apart in one years time."
 
SuperFerret said:
"Blue, please put the sword away."

I pull my head back to it's usual place on my shoulders. This version of Bruce is much more... grating than he usually is, and I lost my temper, which even I will admit is out of character.

"The universe that needs saving would at first seem to be a better world than the one that our friend Batman hails from, most notably because of the fact that his parents were NOT murdered in front of his eight-year old eyes in this world. No, the Thomas and Martha Wayne of this world were only wounded by the attempted mugging that usually fateful night, and that is where the problem begins."

I clear my throat, and continue.

"In most worlds where Bruce Wayne, the man we see before us, the one calling himself Batman, exists, his parents were murdered, an event that set him on the path to becoming the Batman, defender of Gotham City. In this world, there will be no Batman, and Gotham will be overrun by psychotics that the Batman would have otherwise neutralized. This poses a major problem, since this universe was intended to have a Batman, and a ripple in the fabric of this particular reality, which I have dubbed a 'Doom Horizon' has begun to affect this existence negatively. If you do not find a way to ensure that the Batman will protect the streets of Gotham City in the future, this reality will tear itself apart in one years time."

"So...We have to kill Bruce's parents?"
 
"So, you're telling us to assasinate an eight year old boy's parents so he grows up to be a masked psycho and clean up his town? Buddy, I've done some morally ambiguous crap in my life, but that is seriously ****ed up."
 
This is messed up... but if it needs to be done...

"Now, not that I'm all for murdering two upstanding citizens, but its the only way to save the whole damned universe. Seems its a sacrifice we can make. My only question, do we have to do it in front of the boy? Or can I just lob their heads off peacefully when they're in bed?"

The others here are going to have my balls in a sack for that, but its what needs to be done... Especially that freak with the ears...
 
SuperFerret said:
"Blue, please put the sword away."

I pull my head back to it's usual place on my shoulders. This version of Bruce is much more... grating than he usually is, and I lost my temper, which even I will admit is out of character.

"The universe that needs saving would at first seem to be a better world than the one that our friend Batman hails from, most notably because of the fact that his parents were NOT murdered in front of his eight-year old eyes in this world. No, the Thomas and Martha Wayne of this world were only wounded by the attempted mugging that usually fateful night, and that is where the problem begins."

I clear my throat, and continue.

"In most worlds where Bruce Wayne, the man we see before us, the one calling himself Batman, exists, his parents were murdered, an event that set him on the path to becoming the Batman, defender of Gotham City. In this world, there will be no Batman, and Gotham will be overrun by psychotics that the Batman would have otherwise neutralized. This poses a major problem, since this universe was intended to have a Batman, and a ripple in the fabric of this particular reality, which I have dubbed a 'Doom Horizon' has begun to affect this existence negatively. If you do not find a way to ensure that the Batman will protect the streets of Gotham City in the future, this reality will tear itself apart in one years time."

...

How in the hell do these people know all of this? It's like a damn autobiography. Like my life is nothing but a sick display for these bastards. These nutjobs have the audacity to call me crazy...

My world. My world is a display for them. Like it doesn't even matter. But now, I have to recreate myself. Make a new me to save another Gotham.

Fine by me. Damn fine.

Green Lantern said:
This is messed up... but if it needs to be done...

"Now, not that I'm all for murdering two upstanding citizens, but its the only way to save the whole damned universe. Seems its a sacrifice we can make. My only question, do we have to do it in front of the boy? Or can I just lob their heads off peacefully when they're in bed?"

The others here are going to have my balls in a sack for that, but its what needs to be done... Especially that freak with the ears...

...

That SON OF A-

I leap forward and grab him by his cloak, pulling him to me. He best be scared of me. He better see me in his nightmares. Because this little punk's just unleashed a fury he could barely even contemplate in that little thousand year old skull of his.

Screw his damn reality. He's just made an enemy with that kind of talk. An enemy of war.

"If you ever... EVER suggest something as HORRIBLE or ASSININE as that, BOY... So help me god... It's gonna take more than a goddamned sword to stop me from tearing you LIMB from LIMB!", I yell at the top of my lungs.

They're talking about my parents. My parents. Like they're some kinda inanimate objects that they can twist and turn to their own sick tunes.

I don't give a damn if they're from alternate demensions. They got NO RIGHT to talk about the only two people I've ever given a damn about in my life like that. No damned respect. None. What kind of sick bastards are these people?!

I calmly let go of the brat. He looks at me with one hell of a fury, but to me, it isn't worth a damn consideration. I've said my peace. He wants to kill me, he can. At the cost of an entire goddamned universe. But it'll prove my point. The point that these people don't know what the hell they're doing.

I turn to the bookworm.

"An alternative. There's got to be an alternative. Some other way. Some other way to make a Batman.", I say.

This is gonna get rough. There's gonna be hell to pay for what I just did.

But goddamn. These are my parents. They got NO RIGHT...
 
"Of course, there are other ways around this. Believe me, I do not want to put a 'hit' on the Waynes of this world. I trust that all of you have better judgement than that."
 
Master Bruce said:
...

"If you ever... EVER suggest something as HORRIBLE or ASSININE as that, BOY... So help me god... It's gonna take more than a goddamned sword to stop me from tearing you LIMB from LIMB!"

"An alternative. There's got to be an alternative. Some other way. Some other way to make a Batman."
...Holy Damn! By the North Wind this guy is loonier than Jack or Bluebeard!

"Calm down Cojack, if we DON'T do this these people AND EVERYONE ELSE mind you, will die anyway. Is it worth having the blood of an ENTIRE universe on your hands to save two people, who although look and act like your parents AREN'T yours? I'm assuming YOUR parents are dead already or you wouldn't dress like a Halloween reject. Yours are dead, and nothing you can do will bring them back. Not even saving these facsimiles of yours."

Blue looked at Bruce, a look of compassion in his eyes, so Bruce knew it wasn't any malice.

"Listen... Bruce. Trust me. I know loss. I didn't just lose my family, or my friends, I lost my world. Conquered by a brutal tyrant, who killed, raped or enslaved anything that got in his way. Then I lost the love of my life, because she was stupid enough to stay behind for me when I was given a way to follow her into exile."
 
Green Lantern said:
...Holy Damn! By the North Wind this guy is loonier than Jack or Bluebeard!

"Calm down Cojack, if we DON'T do this these people AND EVERYONE ELSE mind you, will die anyway. Is it worth having the blood of an ENTIRE universe on your hands to save two people, who although look and act like your parents AREN'T yours? I'm assuming YOUR parents are dead already or you wouldn't dress like a Halloween reject. Yours are dead, and nothing you can do will bring them back. Not even saving these facsimiles of yours."

Blue looked at Bruce, a look of compassion in his eyes, so Bruce knew it wasn't any malice.

"Listen... Bruce. Trust me. I know loss. I didn't just lose my family, or my friends, I lost my world. Conquered by a brutal tyrant, who killed, raped or enslaved anything that got in his way. Then I lost the love of my life, because she was stupid enough to stay behind for me when I was given a way to follow her into exile."

I lower my head. I know the brat's just trying to get me soft. Get me in line. Get me under control. But the fact of the matter is...

I'd sacrifice anything to get them back. In any way shape or form. Anything.

This is insanity. Utter insanity. I've met a thousand year old sprout, a talking hedgehog, a rubber scientist, and a hypocrite fashion extremist. I'm not in any mood to answer to a group of people telling me to kill my parents. Or... His parents.

I know what it'll do to him. I can't do it to him. I can't do it. Damn it, I just can't.

"If we can't do it any other way, then forget Batman. Fetch another vigilante. Cause I know for damn sure that I'm not the only maniac in a cape in Gotham.", I say, looking around the room with a certain calmness.
 
Master Bruce said:
I lower my head. I know the brat's just trying to get me soft. Get me in line. Get me under control. But the fact of the matter is...

I'd sacrifice anything to get them back. In any way shape or form. Anything.

This is insanity. Utter insanity. I've met a thousand year old sprout, a talking hedgehog, a rubber scientist, and a hypocrite fashion extremist. I'm not in any mood to answer to a group of people telling me to kill my parents. Or... His parents.

I know what it'll do to him. I can't do it to him. I can't do it. Damn it, I just can't.

"If we can't do it any other way, then forget Batman. Fetch another vigilante. Cause I know for damn sure that I'm not the only maniac in a cape in Gotham.", I say, looking around the room with a certain calmness.

"No, you are not the only vigilante Gotham has to offer, but the Batman has a certain intensity to him that sets you apart. Any replacement would need that in spades."

"If it's at all possible to keep the Waynes alive and succeed at this, I ask you to take it. Just remember, young Bruce Wayne, or whoever you get to take his place, must hate common criminals, not superhumans, or else his path may change for the worse."
 
SuperFerret said:
"No, you are not the only vigilante Gotham has to offer, but the Batman has a certain intensity to him that sets you apart. Any replacement would need that in spades."

"If it's at all possible to keep the Waynes alive and succeed at this, I ask you to take it. Just remember, young Bruce Wayne, or whoever you get to take his place, must hate common criminals, not superhumans, or else his path may change for the worse."

"I don't know about you, but in my world, Gotham's home to a few vigilantes. Alan Scott, The Green Lantern. Black Canary, Creeper....Although he's sketchy at best, Ragman. I think Scott's our best choice. Plus Jim Gordon was a damn fine officer in his day."

I look at the other Batman, while he's even more obnoxious than my Bruce, I feel for him.

"Anything but kill his parents, I spent my life protecting the innocent and I'm not about to quit."
 
I am glad to see that the first face in front of me is Barbara Gordon.

"Barbara, it's so good to see you again. It's been too long, honestly."

As glad as I am to see her again, my attention is constantly drifting towards the comotion happening in the next room. Reed seems to have brought in a slew of interesting characters. Then again, Reed is an interesting character in himself.

"Now Barbara, I have already assumed that Reed needs me for something, and knowing me I always assume right. But did he really have to manipulate my TARDIS, hm? I mean she is used to one pilot in me and being put under the control of a third party is...well...it's absurd! Besides she's...shh...she's very sensitive. Well, you're a woman, you understand...hm?

Oh...could you please just explain what's going on now?"
 

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