"One Universe" RPG thread.

[Keyser Soze]

Heat vision? Freezing breath? Superman was even more powerful than Luthor had feared. And this was the very reason he needed to be stopped? What else was he hiding from the world, waiting for the right moment to unleash it?

Luthor moved his arms up and down, trying to make his robot move. But it was no good - Superman's breath had frozen the robot in place. Feeling his frustration rising again, Lex Luthor began to flail his arms wildly, jumping up and down. If anyone had been watching him, he would have looked rather ridiculous.

But it paid off. Finally, the robot began to respond again, making small movements. Then, after what felt like an eternity, Luhor's robot broke out of its icy prison.

"Yes! YES!"

It didn't matter how strong or how fast Superman was. Lex Luthor was smarter. And for that reason, no matter what he tried, Superman could not stop his robot. But Superman was equally hard to eliminate. He was like a cockroach that kept on crawling back.

"And what do we do with insects? We swat them!"

Luthor swung his arm in a downward swpie with such force that he nearly fell over. It was a direct hit - the robot smacking Superman right on the head and sending him crashing to the ground. Luthor looked down and, through his helmet, saw Superman lying on the ground below. Luthor had the robot raise its giant leg in the air, until it was hovering menacingly over Superman. Luthor was going to crush his enemy.

"It's time to finish this!"

 

[Electro UK]

"Oh no ya don't!" Ben cried, looking down at the robot's leg. "Reed there's no time left, I gotta save this guy! Suzie, gimma a lift down." with that he left off of the building, Sue caught him half way down. Rolling off the side, Ben swiped Superman out of the way, placing himself as the target, he looked up at the foot.

"Aw nuts, I really shoulda thought about this before I jumped into anything."

 

[Sparta*]

<Mister Fantastic>

"The machine isn't fully charged but we don't have any time...we have to fire!" Reed said

"How strong are you Spider-man? Can you move the cannon closer to this side of the building?" Reed asked

Spider-man nodded and pushed the machine forward

"Excellent, now i'm just going to lock on to the most vulnerable point of the robot..............got it!" Reed said as he fired the cannon. A giant pulse wave launched from the machine right through the robots body. It vibrated violently as its circuits all over loaded and fried. There were small explosions all over the robot until it started falling backwards as opposed to stomping forwards and almost crushing Ben.

"That worked marvelously...but now we have to stop this thing from falling and destroying half a block!" Reed said "I'm helpless from up here...I hope Superman or Thing can soften that monstrosities landing" Reed thought

 

[Batman]

I tumble across the street,amongst a countless amount of debris.

The last thing I remember was being knocked down by Luthor's robot,and nearly being crushed.

What happened?

I look up,to see Ben Grimm,about to be smashed under the robot's foot.He must've pushed me out of the way.And now,that thing is about to crush him instead of me.

Then,the robot's foot starts to come down.

No...I have to do something!

Just as I try to get up,My eyes widen as something shoots at the robot.

Something actually worked,for once,it seems...As it does more than damage the robot.It actually shoots through it.

I breathe a sigh of relief.This could be it.It might finally be over.

...Then I notice it falling backwards.

I spoke way too soon.If that robot falls back,it'll destroy half a block.There are people there,aswell.I have to stop it...At least long enough so those people can get out of the area.

Pushing myself,I fly around the falling robot,and catch it with both hands.It's...heavy.Difficult to lift...I can't do this for long.

I turn around,trying to push it up as high as I can.But I still won't be able to hold it for long.

Have to...keep...trying...

 

[The Question]

(IC: Spider-Man)

Aw crap.

"Richards, you stretch, right? Wrap your legs around something solid and grab ahold of me. Tight."

 

[Keyser Soze]

<Mister Fantastic>

"The machine isn't fully charged but we don't have any time...we have to fire!" Reed said

"How strong are you Spider-man? Can you move the cannon closer to this side of the building?" Reed asked

Spider-man nodded and pushed the machine forward

"Excellent, now i'm just going to lock on to the most vulnerable point of the robot..............got it!" Reed said as he fired the cannon. A giant pulse wave launched from the machine right through the robots body. It vibrated violently as its circuits all over loaded and fried. There were small explosions all over the robot until it started falling backwards as opposed to stomping forwards and almost crushing Ben.

"That worked marvelously...but now we have to stop this thing from falling and destroying half a block!" Reed said "I'm helpless from up here...I hope Superman or Thing can soften that monstrosities landing" Reed thought

Everything seemed to happen within a few seconds. Ben Grimm pushing Superman out of the way, Reed Richards re-appearing, that weapon being fired at his robot. Then - nothing! The camera-feed in Luthor's helmet was replaced with static, and high-pitched white noise blasted through his ears, forcing him to throw the helmet to the ground.

As Luthor took off the arm-gauntlets, he tried to figure out what went wrong. His robot was indestructible. Surely no weapon could destroy it, unless...that was it! Richards had used an electro-magnetic pulse to shut the robot down! Luthor had to admit, Reed Richards was a genius. That was why Luthor had wanted him to work for Lexcorp. Now, that plan was in ruins, thanks to the Fantastic Four and Spider-Man. And Superman. Oh, he couldn't forget the part he'd played in this travesty.

With a roar of anger, Luthor kicked the helmet across the room. Then he picked up the gauntlets and smashed them across the wall. Those interfering parasites had already flushed millions of dollars worth of research and development down the toilet by taking his robot out of commission, so what harm would a little more property damage do? It certainly made him feel better. Luthor stalked across his office to the phone at his desk, stamping on the helmet as he passed it. He clicked on the intercom.

"Diane, could you come in here for a minute?" he seethed, trying to restrain the anger in his voice.

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Diane replied.

Luthor paced back and forth in his office, the anger and humiliation washing over him in waves. How dare they spoil his plans, make him look like a fool? Luthor stopped pacing when his assistant, Diane, entered the room.

"You wanted to see me Mr..." she started.

Before she could finish, Luthor gave her a backhand slap across the face. Before the shock could even fully register, he slapped her again.

"That will be all, Diane," Luthor said, walking back to his desk and pouring himself a drink, "Oh, before you go, tell me - do I have any new messages?"

"Umm, I...yes, Mr. Luthor," Diane said, wiping a tear away from her eye, "Dr. Feinstein from your Arctic research team is actually on the line, says he has some important information you'll want to hear."

"Oh, good," said Luthor, smilling warmly, "Patch him straight through to my office."

Diane nodded, and began to exit the office.

"Oh, and Diane," added Luthor, stopping her, "Don't wear that blouse again. It looks like you bought it out a charity store."

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," murmured Diane, walking out of the office and closing the door behind her.

Luthor sat back down at his desk. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt better now. The incident with the robot was a setback, nothing more. Now he had to move on. There was Oliver Queen's party to think about. Luthor let the phone ring twice before picking up.

"Dr. Feinstein! Great to hear from you," said Luthor, with a well-rehearsed tone of false familiarity, "What did you want to speak with me about?"

"Mr. Luthor, we found something out here in the Arctic," Feinstein replied, "Or rather, we found someone, frozen in ice. It's...I don't know how to say this, but it's Captain America."

Lex Luthor didn't reply for a few seconds. But in those seconds, a plan was already beginning to form.

"The Captain America?" he finally asked.

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Dr. Feinstein answered, "I don't know how, but somehow, he's been preserved in the ice. He appears to be in some kind of suspended animation."

"I see. Great work, Dr. Feinstein. I want you to head back to America straight away. Our first priority is going to be bringing the legendary Captain America back to life..."

 

[Watchman]

It was a normal day in Gotham City with everybody running around going about their business. Nobody payed attention to the man placing something on the side of City Hall. The man looked around and pulled out a walkie-talkie

"Boss the bomb is set" he whispered into it

"Excellent, when the rest of the bombs are placed we send out the message" the Scarecrow said. The rest of the bombs will take awhile. The rest of the gang were scatter all over Gotham placing them at locations like police stations, government buildings, parks, popular locations, and other places. The Scarecrow got up and walked over to a man tied in a chair. "It's time to make the message" the Scarecrow said to him. He was just one of the men who dropped some chemicals who was being punished. Another guy wearing a gas mask held a video camera. He pointed at Scarecrow who began to speak.

"Citizens of Gotham, I am the Scarecrow. A Scarecrow's purpose is to scare crows away from crops in which the farmer will make a profit. My purpose is the same I am here to create fear and make a profit. This city will be driven to insanity because of fear. All over the city are bombs that let out a fear gas makeing people see their greatest fear. They are tamperproof and will automactically set off if they are trying to be disabled. Now on to the demostration." The Scarecrow walked over to the main in the chair and sprayed gas into the person's face. The man started to scream and twitch it sounded if was in a great amount of pain. "My demands are simple two billion dollars delievered to warehouse 616, there are no negotiations farewell". The messgae was finish and Scarecrow was handed a tape. He looked backed down at the man in the chiar.

"nOw I haVe a VeRY SpeCiAL JOb For YOu", the Scarecorw untied the rope and handed him the tape. A few hours later all the bombs were called in the messanger was sent.

A very strange man was walking towards the Gotham Police department. Gordon saw him approach and enter the building. He looked very scared, like he just saw a ghost, and disturbed.

"What's a matter?", Gordon asked him. The man just handed him a tape. The man left the Gordon and headed over to a news crew who were being escorted out of the station.

"Hey I know my rights" the newsman said

"Yeah Yeah", the cop pushed him into the man whos hand was brandishing another videotape. The newsman just looked at it confused. For a few seconds nothing happen when suddenly the man pulled out a gun a pointed to his forehead he murmured one word before pulling the trigger "Scarecrow"

After about an half hour after the man took his life Gordon poped in the tape..."Citizens of Gotham I am the Scarecrow". More cops gathered around the tv and so did the news crew. After the tape was over the news crew bolted out of there with their new story.

"Call the mayor" the Commissioner said, who caught the part about the bombs "We have a problem".

 

[Sentry2005]

<BOOSTER GOLD>

This is ******ed.

******ED.

I'm meant to be a hero.

I'm a nobody here. This place is so convoluted with heroes just starting out, no one will notice me here.

I need to calibrate SKEETS to send me a little bit into the future.

If I turn up when nobody else is just starting out, then maybe, just maybe i'll get noticed.

I program SKEETS to jump me into the future, so I can make my name big and famous!

And in a flash of light i'm gone.

 

[Sentry2005]

<MATT MURDOCK>

My name is Matt Murdock, and this is what I do.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... when I was a very young boy something terrible happened to me."

I tap my walking cane twice, to make them leap ahead in their minds, before I bring them right back.

"It wasn't that I lost my sight at young age. It was the fact that my father was taken from me by petty thieves,"

A couple of heart beats in the jury jump. They weren't expecting that.

"And this is what will happen to my defendants son if you find him guilty. He is an innocent man, my father was an innocent man."

I walk back and forth infront of the jury dock.

"You won't be killing Thomas Blake, but you will be sending him away from his child for a crime he didn't commit."

I hear a couple of heartbeats that are still out of sink with the rest of the jury. They aren't convinced.

"Fact: Thomas Blake is a well respected man in his carreer as a jungle cat trapper. Fact: Thomas Blake is a very wealthy man because of this. Fact: He has a three year old son who is without a mother."

I walk away from the stnad and nearer to my seat.

"While I would NEVER suggest that a childs well being should overwhelm the law, I would say take into account what Mr. Blake has been in the past; a model citizen. He is innocent. And to find him anything other than innocent would be to commit a crime worse than the one he is facing."

I sit down, with the comforting rythym of their heart beats in steady unison.

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I sit in the solitary world of my New York office. Murdock and Nelson is the finest law firm. THE finest.

But I feel like i'm wasting these gifts.

I can see as well, if not better, than any able sighted man.

All because of my accident.

When I was very young, a truck crashed, and it's contents were spilt.

The contents happened to be toxic waste of the highest concentration.

If I had been a lawyer then, I would have sued them for endangering the public.

As it was I was blessed with enhanced senses of every kind. Touch, smell, hearing, the whole whack. Except my eyes.

Now I use it to take advantage of the system. To make sure the innocent are found innocent.

I'm an avenging Angel.

But at times, just sometimes, I feel like a Devil....

 

[twylight]

&#8220;Hmm..&#8221;

I lazily open my eyes, my mask off and hanging around the back of my neck. I realize I lie curled up in my bed on my stomach. I flex my hands only to find the motioned hindered in my right hand.
Without moving my head I turn my hand over and open it up. The diamond necklace beams up at me.
I smile, sit up and stretch.
One perfect night on the town...or is that purrrfect.
I smile again.
No need to get corny. What a name I chose, for only one reason really. Mom had always liked cats and it was the only thing I really shared with her.
I felt closer to her with a name like &#8216;Catwoman.&#8221; Besides it was better than being named after some flying rodent.

I sniff the air, the smell of fried eggs meets my senses. Holly must be up.
I stand up and stretch, I head for the kitchen walking in to find Holly sitting on the counter eating from a plate of eggs. She looked up and smile.

&#8220;You okay? You left real suddenly last night.&#8221;

&#8220;I feel wonderful!&#8221; I smile and lean against the counter my head back. I look back at Holly.

&#8220;Life is starting anew for me.&#8221;

Holly opened her mouth as if to say something before hesitating.

I reach into the &#8216;fridge and pull out a yogurt, looking at her curiously.

&#8220;What is it?&#8221;

&#8220;He&#8217;s started looking for us.&#8221; She says simply.

I freeze for a second, the spoon halfway out of my mouth. I have to stay strong for Holly. I pull it out and walk into the living room, holly following me.

&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry about it. The fact that he&#8217;s chasing us means that he wants us. AT any cost. That gives us the upper hand. We have nothing to lose and he has everything to lose.&#8221;
I flip the TV on.

&#8220;And now we go to &#8216;The Good the Bad and the Gossip&#8217; with Manny Hughes. Manny&#8230;&#8221;

&#8220;Thank you Ann! You&#8217;ve heard of love at first sight well here&#8217;s&#8230;&#8221;

Turn to Holly, the TV noise fading into the background.
&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, I&#8217;ll take care of you.&#8221;
I couldn&#8217;t let her down, I couldn&#8217;t lose her like I had my sister, I&#8217;d never let myself go through that again.

&#8220;..Wayne.&#8221;

I quickly turn my head back to the TV and turn the volume up, the spoon hanging from my mouth.

&#8220;Since his return to Gotham last week he&#8217;s been making quiet a splash in the social circles.&#8221;
Various pictures of the handsome man flashed on the screen.

&#8220;So it comes as no surprise that he&#8217;ll be attending a Gala Bash put on by fellow billionaire Olivier Queen. Queen himself being nothing to sniff at.&#8221;
A small lilt in her voice accompanied a picture of the handsome blonde man.

&#8220;Other people attending are&#8230;&#8221;

I flick the TV off, a smile on my face.

&#8220;Perfect.&#8221; I said rolling my &#8216;r&#8217;s.

Holly raises her eyebrow as if to question me.

With the riches man in Gotham gone it creates the perfect timing from me to expand my expertise and territory.&#8221;

&#8220;I think it&#8217;s time to pay Mr. Wayne a visit of the feline kind.&#8221;

~~~~~`

I pressed the button next to the door. It was a huge house, and very gorgeous.

The door is opened by a prim English man.
&#8220;May I help you, ma&#8217;am?&#8221;

I smile sweetly and begin my act. I am wearing a casual yet classy outfit that showed off my perfect figure. I wasn&#8217;t so modest I couldn&#8217;t appreciate it myself. My disguise was a blonde wig I&#8217;d used to use with special clients and a Russian accent I&#8217;d used on a very special client. He was an ambassador who liked Russian women, I&#8217;d had to memorize the accent, not that I ever did much talking around him. But I&#8217;d learned it good enough to fool even a natural born Russian and right now it was a handy skill.

&#8220;Yes, my name is Kitanya Kitka. I was just walking by touring the city and well, with my complete obsession with architecture, I couldn&#8217;t help but notice this house. Would you mind if I took a few exterior shots of it?&#8221; I motion to the large semi-professional camera hanging around my neck.

&#8220;How flattering. I don&#8217;t see why you can&#8217;t, perhaps I might guide you around?&#8221;

&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;d love that.&#8221;

He stepped out, closed the door behind him and motions towards the front.
For the next hour I snapped photos of all views of the mansion, paying close attention to the surrounding tree&#8217;s, windows, doors and overhangs. The conversation was smattered with talk of the grounds, my accent was flawless and I think the old butler actually enjoyed telling me about the house.

&#8220;Now, this wing was added in 1895, notice the flawless merge it makes into the already existing structure&#8230;&#8221;

&#8220;Mid-European Gothic&#8230;&#8221;

&#8220;This Oak tree is over two hundred years old, in fact the gardens&#8230;.&#8221;

&#8220;The south wing is lovely, I&#8217;ve never seen such detail.&#8221;

&#8220;Terraces..&#8221;

I&#8217;d snapped a whole roll and accepted his offer for Iced Tea, following him inside. My eyes casually survey the lavish interior, studying each detail to memory I paid special attention to the windows. I drank my tea while walking around the living room, and brushed my hand over the piano.

&#8220;This is fascinating.&#8221;

&#8220;Yes, Master Bruce has many treasures from his travels.&#8221;

I turned my head sharply and let slip a Russian word of surprise.
&#8220;This is Mr. Bruce Wayne&#8217;s house?&#8221;

He raised his eyebrow in slight surprise.
&#8220;Miss Kitka I thought you knew.&#8221;

I laugh a bubbly laugh.
&#8220;Oh no. I am just sightseeing around Gotham before I travel to Metropolis. Taking pictures of things that interest me.&#8221;
I let slip another Russian word as I approach a painting on the wall.
&#8220;A Monet!&#8221;

He followed my glance.
&#8220;You might find the Gotham City Museum of Fine Art&#8217;s to your liking. Master Bruce loaned a large amount of animal portraits there, fabulous pieces. There&#8217;s this lovely one of a cat&#8230;&#8221;

I gave a small start and glanced at my watch.

&#8220;Oh dear! I&#8217;m late!&#8221; I hand the man my half empty cup and thank him profusely. He nods and leads me to the door opening it.

&#8216;Thank you so much for everything.&#8221;

&#8220;No problem at all Miss Kitka, I assure you it was a most enjoyable afternoon for myself.&#8221;

I smile and wave before walking down the driveway.

I stop by the apartment on my way home to ditch the wig and camera, noticing that Holly was gone.
I take the roll of film out of the camera and stick it in my pocket. I then make my way to the local photo shop.

I catch the door as a lady walks through and lean against the metal frame, holding the dirty glass door out with my arm.

&#8220;Hello Larry.&#8221; I purr to the lone worker.
He turns and a smile forms across his plump face, he runs his pudgy fingers through his red hair and pushes his glasses up farther on his freckled nose.

&#8220;Selina.&#8221; He says.

I smile and walk into the store, crossing my arms and lean against them on the counter, making sure cleavage is showing.

&#8220;How..How have you been..?&#8221; his voice strains a little.

&#8220;Oh, you know, my normal naughty self.&#8221; I make my voice husky and I can see him twitch slightly.
&#8220;I was wondering if you could do me a favor&#8221; I hold up the roll of film delicately between my fingers.

&#8220;Is that roll full of anything useful?&#8221;

I raise my eyebrow.

&#8220;You know I don&#8217;t do that.&#8221;

He let out a sigh that came from his plump middle.

&#8220;I was just hoping.&#8221;
I give him a sad look, I never allowed camera&#8217;s in the bedroom, things like that cheapened my service.

I stand up, turn around and lift myself up to sit on the counter and lean over farther. Close enough to breath on his glasses.

&#8220;What&#8217;s the favor?&#8221; He swallows.

&#8220;I need this developed as quickly as possible.&#8221;

&#8220;For the usual?&#8221;

I nod and he smiles and takes the roll of film. He flicks a few key&#8217;s on the computer and turns the monitor towards me.

I spin on the counter and study the names on the screen.
Just because I never took compromising pictures, didn&#8217;t mean others didn&#8217;t and I always kept myself in the loop. I recognized a few alias&#8217;s.

&#8220;That one, that one and that one.&#8221; I tap my fingernail on the screen pointing to the names. A slight &#8216;tap&#8217; sound accompanying the motion.

His plump fingers flew across the keyboard and shuffled the order.

He straightened up and smile.

&#8220;30 minutes.&#8221;

I smile and run my finger over his stomach before tapping it.

&#8220;You&#8217;re a gem Larry.&#8221; He sucks in air quickly and peeking over the counter I can see movement lower down.

I turn at the sound of the bell twinkle as the door opened. I slip off the counter and wink at him over my shoulder, waving my fingers.

&#8220;Thirty minutes.&#8221; I say lowly.

I leave the store and him to his own devices.

 

[Electro UK]

"Run!" Ben cried as he reared round to the back of the robot and took hold of it's legs. With the help of Superman, the robot didn't feel as heavy, Ben could lift it fairly easily. "Alright, let's place this thing down nice and slow."

 

[Sentry2005]

<MATT MURDOCK>

I picked up the paper after trial this morning and I read what I never thought I would.

There are people in the world, people with the same gifts as me...

And they're out there.

Helping people.

Batman.

Spiderman.

Superman.

The one thing I did notice was the constant use of the word 'man'.

If I do what i'm thinking of doing, that will have to change. I can't be 'Devil Man'.

I need to dare to be different.

Wait a minute...

"Devil Dare"

No. Thats dumb.

"Dare Devil."

That... That could work.

Training with Stick as a young man, I had always been willing to push my body further than other students.

Me, Elektra... him.

I shudder at the thought of my past.

I need to use the gifts I gained, the skills I trained in.

It'll cost money. But that's not exactly hard for me.

I've got the Big Bash tomorrow night. A chance to make aquaintences.

That gives me between now and then to make a start.

I stand up, pulling on my coat. I pick up my billy club and walk out of the office.

Foggy tries to say hello, but i'm on a mission.

I'm going to make myself into a hero.

A DareDevil...

 

[Batman]

"Run!" Ben cried as he reared round to the back of the robot and took hold of it's legs. With the help of Superman, the robot didn't feel as heavy, Ben could lift it fairly easily. [/COLOR]

I look down as the robot's weight becomes easier to handle,to see Grimm taking ahold of it's legs.

"Alright, let's place this thing down nice and slow."

I nod,and look up.The people in the streets are fleeing the scene.Infact,most of them have cleared the area by now.Good...That'll make it all the more easier to lower this...

I look down at Grimm.If I let go,the robot will fall ontop of him.

"Grimm!If I lower it,do you think you can lift it over your head?"

He manages a nod.I look back at the robot,and start to descend,still carrying it over my back.

If this works,we'll be able to lower it to the ground as safely and as softly as possible.If it doesn't...we'll be crushed under the weight of it.Hopefully,our combined strength can manage it...

As I continue to descend,I notice the robot start to tilt in the place I wanted it to.It's working...thanks to Grimm's help.Then,I notice my feet touch the ground.

Now,we're both lifting the robot over our heads,on the ground.

"Okay,now try and slowly move to the right.I'll move to the left.If we can do that,and set it down easily on the ground,we'll be done here!"

I don't know if this is it.But I'm hoping it is.These people have gone through enough,for one day.

As I start to move,manuovering both my hands and feet so I can get to the side of it,so does Grimm.So far,so good.By the time we've both gotten to the side,everyone from the area is gone.

"Okay!Lower It!"

If we dropped it,it would cause more damage.So,we both decide to lower it gently onto the ground.And then....finally,after all of that...the robot is laying on the street,and we're out from under it,unharmed.

I take a step back.It's...over.It's really over.I did it.No...We did it.We all did it.

I smile.

Maybe I was wrong.Maybe there really are people like me out there,willing to put their own safety in line for the good of others.Maybe...there are other heroes in this world.I was just too blind to see it...

 

[Sparta*]

<Mister Fantastic>

Reed watched as the combined strength of Superman and the Thing managed to gently lower the massive robot to the ground without causing any property damage or injury to any civilians or themselves. Reed stretched his hands all the way from the top level of the Baxter building to the street and then allowed his legs to stretch down to meet him.

"Outstanding job" Reed said walking over to Ben and Superman "I couldn't have done this without your help" Reed said as the robot continued to spark from his circuits being recently overloaded. "This metal monstrosities mission was to apprehend me...and judging by recent events...I think I can accuratley hypothesize who was behind this attack...and I'm pretty sure you all can as well...only botheration is, there is no way to correlate him to the crime at hand..." Reed said

 

[The Question]

I jump off the roof, shoot out a web to slow my fall, swing, and then drop by the others as they're talking.

"Okay, a couple things. One: I don't think 'botheration' is a word. Two: am I the only one who doesn't know who we're talking about? And three: don't you think we should continue this conversation somewhere more private? People are starting to stare, and the reporters, being the reporters that they are, will be back soon to figure out what the hell just happened. And personally, I don't want to give an interveiw while wearing bright red spandex (it used to be a wrestling costume, so sue me)."

 

[Batman]

I fold my arms.Unfortunatley,I know who Richards is referring to.And the fact that the said person has the motive for it,and the money to pull something like this off,all but confirms it.

Luthor.

I'm beginning to distrust the name more and more,as time goes on.The more I've thought about it,the more it makes sense.

Richards turned down an offer to work for Luthor's company,and with a brilliant mind like Richards'...which was proven when he destroyed the robot...It isn't hard to imagine that Luthor lost a valuble asset to his company.

But...Richards is right.There's nothing we can do,at this point.It's not as if we have any incriminating evidence,at this point.Just suspicions.But...It does seem more than likely.

"I think I know who you're talking about.And while I wouldn't mind sharing my suspicions with you all,I don't think it would be wise to accuse anyone of anything infront of the press."

Press...

Oh no.Lois.I KNEW I forgot something...

I need to get away from here...Back into my civilian clothes,before she has enough time to suspect anything.Not that she hasn't already had more than enough time...

"I'd be more than happy to share my thoughts under usual circumstances,but there are places I need to be.I'm just glad that everyone made it out all right.It was an honor to meet some of you,finally...but now,if you'll all excuse me,I need to be going..."

As I wait to make my goodbyes for the day,I have to take this in.

I've met not only the world famous Reed Richards,but the rest of his team...'The Fantastic Four',and not to mention this 'Spider-Man' I've been hearing so much about.If it didn't mean endangering my identity,I'd be able to print the story of the year.

I can see it now...

'BRAINS AND BRAWN COLLABERATE TO DEFEAT MECHANICAL MONSTROSOTY
By Clark Kent'

Sadly,the only thing I should be trying to make up right now is an albi for when I re-unite with Lois...

 

[The Question]

"Nice to meet you too, blue. And might I add, nice cape. Now, could we PLEASE go inside or something? I feel really exposed just standing in the middle of the street like this. And would somebody tell me who the hell we're talking about? Is it Rupert Murdoch? I mean, I knew he was evil, but giant killer robots?"

 

[Sparta*]

<Mister Fantastic>

Reed stretched his body out into a large wall blocking out the press. He stretched out his neck until his head was right infront of Spider-man and Superman

"I am extremly well-versed Spider-man, and I can assure you that botheration is infact a word. I'm assuming science is your strong point...and not english" Reed said in a serious, but light tone.

"The man I am referring to, Spider-man, is Lex Luthor...he has the motive, and the resources to set a plan like this into motion...and now he has even more motive to pursue this particular interest even further. He will be attending Mr. Queen's party tonight...I will take advantage of that opportunity to see if I notice anything suspicious with his actions" Reed said

"Superman must be off, and as cliche as this sounds...I have a party to prepare for...and I can't conceal you two from the press forever so I suggest we part ways, and quickly. If you two learn of anything, or discover new evidence to back up my claims, you know where I will be" Reed said glancing up to the top of the Baxter building.

"Is there anyway for me to contact you in case I uncover any vital information?" Reed said to the other heroes

 

[The Question]

"If you need me, go to the daily bugle and tell Jonah Jameson. He'll probably print it as you finding out that I'm an alien love mesiah from Jupiter, but I'll get the message. 'Bye."

I jump up into the air and swing away.




Now, to find a dictionary. 'Cause I'm pretty sure botherationj isn't a word.

 

[Batman]

<Superman>

I watch as Spider-Man swings away.He has wit...Which can be somewhat of an annoyance,but his heart seems to be in the right place.I don't think I'll need to worry about him.

I turn to Richards.

"I have contacts in The Daily Planet,in Metropolis.Just send any message you may have for me to Lois Lane,and I should get it.Anyway,it was a pleasure,Doctor.Good day."

And with that,I rocket into the sky.I can see the photographers and news cameramen pointed in my direction,below.I give them a friendly wave,before increasing my speed,and flying out of sight.

...Then,I take a U turn,and land in the abandoned alleyway where my clothes are.Taking little time,I throw the clothes up into the air,and spin around at a fast pace.

They,literally,fall on me,and within seconds,I'm Clark Kent again.Putting on my glasses,I walk out of the alleyway,and walk towards the scene.

"Clark?"

I turn around,to see Lois,running up to me.

"Lois!Oh thank god...I...I was worried about..."

"Nevermind that.Did you see him?!"

"...Him?"

"Superman!He was here!

"He was?"

"...You're telling me you didn't see him?"

"I'm afraid not..."

She rolls her eyes.

"Unbelieveable..."

She walks past me,towards the scene.I follow,smiling a little to myself.

I'm glad your alright too,Lois...

"Where were you,anyway?"

"Um...I was,uh...near the scene."

"And you're still telling me you didn't see Superman?"

"...I saw Spider-Man."

She doesn't seem to care,as we walk up to the scene of the damage.It seems the city has had time to put up road blocks,in my short abscence.

"Sorry lady,this is a construction site.No press."

"You've got to be kidding me!It wasn't a 'construction site' a minute ago!Do you know who we are?I could su-"

I put a hand on Lois' shoulder.

"Let it go,Lois.Besides,We've got to catch a plane for Queen's party tonight..."

She sighs.

"Fine.But when we get back to Metropolis,I'd better have more for a story than "Bruce Wayne's latest fling",or "Tony Stark drinks self into submission...AGAIN"...."

I smile again,as we walk away.

Something tells me we'll definatley have more newsworthy events.Besides,I'll have enough to cover this,at least...

"He didn't even say hi to me..."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Superman,you mean?"

She looks at me with somewhat of a frown.

"It's like he didn't even notice me."

...

I didn't notice her,actually.I was too busy...Oh,I don't know...trying not to get crushed by Luthor's robot...

"I'm sure he had his reasons..."

Her sad face turns into a sneer.I...think I just said something wrong.

"...Uh..What I mean is...I'm sure he didn't mean to overlook you on purpose..."

She shakes her head.

"Forget it.Let's just get to the airport..."

I stop,as she continues walking.

...I...upset her,it seems.And I didn't even do anything.Well...of course,that's sort of the point.But I...

Oh,forget it.

Even Superman couldn't figure out how to handle something like this...

 

[Sentry2005]

<MATT MURDOCK>

I've spend the morning contacting anyone that could help me in my quest.

Clients, old aquantences, teachers...

Anyone.

I even managed to contact him.

As I arrive at my apartment, I find he has already fullfilled his part of this arrangement.

"Package for you Mr. Murdock" yells Bill, the super intendant, as I approach the building.

I take the parcel and head up stairs.

As soon as I unwrap it, I know what it is.

It's a new walking cane.

But this one is ever so slightly different.

It feel along the cane. And it's there. Ever so slight, but I feel it.

A break in the mould.

I run my hand back up the cane to the top, and twist the handle.

The club snaps in two, a cable between then.

My billy club.

My weapon in the night.

I see what it can do, swinging it.

I under-estimate what it can do.

A vase goes crashing to the floor.

Grabbing the handle again, and twisting it back into position, the club merges into one, the cable retracting and pulling the two halves togeather.

Now all I need is the costume. Thats coming courtesy of a friend I have in the applied sciences devision of Stark Enterprises.

A high level armour construct made of leather. Apparently the more conventional armours are being made redundant. Some big project they've got cooking.

All I know is it will be here by tonight.

The benefits of having information on an employee who'd rather stay off the radar.

Now I have to prepare for the party... And clean up that mess...

 

[Watchman]

"Bullseye". This is what the rookie pitcher said after he hit the batter with a baseball. Blood splashed from the batter's head all over the catcher he was dead. Flash foward years later the same man stands in front of some small time crooks house deep in Hell's Kitchen. This guy made the mistake of crossing the Kingpin he was hear to rectified the problem.Inside sit four men, all armed playing poker. All have stolen money from the Kingpin. The man holding a playing card opens the door.

The four men hear the door open and all take out the handguns. Something goes through the air and hits the lightbulb. The light disappears and one of the man picked up the object and hold it to the moonlight which reveals a card. Suddenly,with blazing speed, something enters his throat and he falls to the ground dead. Two more objects fly through the air and strike two other guys. The last one opens fire until he hears click, click, click. He throws his gun with all his strength but he doesn't hear it land or hit anything. He is shocked at what happens next. His gun comes back at him at incredible speed hitting him in the head. Blood starts to pour and he starts to fall this is the end for him. Before he goes he sees the person that did this. A man walks into the moonlight wearing a black and white costume pointing to his head and says one word "Bullseye".

The man Bullseye leaves the house and walks to a limo parked down the street. He goes inside and the limo drives off a large hand then hands him a envolpe full of cash. Sitting across from him is the Kingpin of crime.

"Thank you Bullseye for taking care of that problem" the Kingpin said

"No problem as long as the cash is right" Bullseye said

"Now on to other matters...recently these new "superheros" have been springing up everywhere"

"Right you want to me to snuff them out" interrupted Bullseye with a giant grin.

"No" the Kingpin said strenly "I want you watch over my various "business projects"... make sure that none of them interfer, understand?"

"Yeah Yeah" Bullseye said. The limo stopped and Bullseye got out. The window went and the Kingpin's voice came from the darkness.

"Tomorrow my people will contact you", the limo drove off leaving Bullseye alone. I get to play with some heros Bullseye thought and started to laugh.

 

[Sentry2005]

<Matt Murdock>

As I place my jacket on the couch, I feel the outfit laying next to it.

It's missing something.

On the chest.

I should have a symbol.

I'll think of it later.

I pack the suit away, walk into my bedroom and place it under my bed.

I pull on my jacket, and grab my new cane.

I have a few hours before the party.

Time for some practice.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

On the roof of my building, I can practice with it a bit more.

I use it to pull objects closer to me.

I test its strength by using it as a tight rope.

And then the ultimate test.

I have no lift to the party.

I have to try this at some point.

A vigilante can't walk the streets.

Twisting the canes handle back into its resting position, the cable retracts and the two halves merge once more.

I tab the cane on the building, to make some noise.

I can 'see' my surroundings.

I aim the cane to the ledge of a neighbouring building.

Twisting the handle in the other direction, the cane rockets up and latches on to the building.

I take a deep breath, and I swing.

And the Dare Devil flies through the night's sky...

 

[Batman]

I look down to see if I have everything.

Bombs?

Check!

Razors?

Check!

Explosives?

Oh...Wait...Those Are Bombs...

Eh...Check Anyway!

Costume?

Fashionable Check!

Glider?

At that moment,the engines burst to life under me.

That's A BIG Check!

Underwear?

...Ooooh...I may have forgotten something!HAHAHAHAHA!

Oh to hell with it all! Let's get this show on the road!

The hatch that I equipped into the ceiling opens up,and I fly out.Tonight,I've got a date.....With death!

So Wilson Fisk thinks he can try and destroy Norman Osborn,eh?Well,if that weakling Osborn won't take matters into his own hands,I guess it's up to ME to do it for him!

Word on the street is that Fisk's operations at Dock 47 are loading up something big.Something leathal,even rumored to be on the scale of a nuclear weapon.

...Why should HE hog all the fun?!

If anyone deserves a big,fun,and destructive toy...It's me!I'd definatley put it to good use,after all...Heheh...

I activate the glider's stealth mode,and hover over the docks.This baby works like a charm.It'd better,for what I payed for it!

...Wait...I didn't pay for it.Silly me...I BUILT it!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Just as I make a small chuckle to myself,I notice some of Fisk's thugs unloading a massive crate.Must be transporting Fisk himself.HA!

But,to be safe...

"Why Thank You,Boys!I Believe I'll Be Taking That Package Off Of Your Hands,Now!"

They all look at me,hovering in the air.I think I might've startled them.Heh.

Just when I think I've got them cornered,they all pull out semi-automatics.


...Oooh...We've got ourselves some live ones here,folks!

"Those Are Good."

I activate the glider's array of machine guns.Their jaws drop.Heh.

"But Mine Are Better!"

Then,without another word,I shoot them all.Some go flying,other's heads explode.Ewww....Heh.

But,by the time I'm done,they're all out of the way,leaving me to the weapon.I land on the ground,and take out a razor bat,before throwing it into the crate.Taking the razor by it's end,I use it to open a hole in the crate,revealing the large,metal weapon.

It looks more like a machine than a weapon,but it'll do just nicely
...Heh.

As I push it over to the Glider,I notice a nearby pile of Gasoline cans.


...Now THERE'S an interesting idea.Heh heh.

Taking the gasoline cans,I splash the stuff all over the docks,one by one.Except the area near the glider,of course.I don't want to burn my new toys to a crisp,do I?Haha.

After I'm finished with the last can,I get back over to the glider,and fly up.Using my feet,I activate the electro-magnet I've built inside of it,which captures the weapon under the glider.It's heavy...But...I think I'll manage,for now!

I look around at all the bloody corpses around me.

"Well,Fellas...It's Been Swell!But I Really Must Be Going..."

I fly up,taking the weapon with me.I look back down at the docks,with a grin.

"Don't Burn The House Down,Now.That's MY Job!HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

With that,I take out a pumpkin bomb,and throw it all the docks,as I fly away.As I activate the rocket boosters,the whole side of the docks ignites into a large flame.

...Oh...did I mention there were gas tanks on the docking area aswell?

*BOOOOOM*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Well,Fisky Ole' Boy...You may have thought you could kill Norman Osborn.But you're about to experience the many joys I find in life.

DEATH!Courtesty of THE GREEN GOBLIN!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

[LibrarianThorne]

IC: Green Arrow

She was fascinating. As gorgeous as a sunrise, her wit as sharp as, well, an arrow. This... Diana Prince.

They'd been talking for what felt like hours. He thought it odd that she felt so odd around men. He'd never met such a beautful woman with what appeared to be such little experience at dating. He knew there was something she was keeping from him. He'd do some investigating later, of course, but for now, he knew all he needed to know.

As they were ripping into the filet mignon, Thomas appeared. "Sir, Bill Gates just called and informed us that he will arrive in fifteen minutes.

Ollie sighed, layed down his napkin and silverware, and smiled at Diana. "I do apologize, Diana, it appears we won't get to finish dinner. The party is starting, and there are some affairs I have to attend to. Just some surprises for Mr. Stark and Mr. Luthor."

He stood, and strode out of the dining room. He had considered getting her a dress besides the plain black one she was wearing, but her figure was so stunning he saw no real need for it. He smiled to himself. No way anyone could top his date. This... amazon he had found.

Final preparations were made, and he ensured that Stark's drinks wwere as alcoholic as could be. There was of course the standard wine, vodka, gin, and he had a small but fully stocked bar made and hired a bartender for the drinks he couldn't anticipate his guests wanting. The catering company he'd hired was the best in Star City, and one of the cleanest.

Olliver Queen was back, and it was time the world knew it. He stood just inside the front entrance, as the cars began arriving, Diana appearing somewhat magically at his side.
"Are you sure about this, Mr. Queen?"
"Diana, I've told you, call me Ollie. And I've never been more sure about anything in my life. Listen, just be calm and have some fun, ok?"
"Ok Mist- Ollie. I will 'have fun'."
He put his arm around her.
"It's a party, Diana. Parties are held so people can have fun and relieve some stress. So.. have fun, and relieve some stress. You probably won't see this much power and wealth accumulated in one spot again."