The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Trigger]

Conner threw his arms up into the air in a vain attempt to protect his face. He let out a startled cry, and expected his life to end.

"Hold it!" Bette cried aloud.

The molten man froze for a moment and turned towards the entry way of the control room. Bette stood there her hands placed on her hips in triumph. Conner felt like cursing; she must have been waiting for him to get cornered. If that was her plan, she should've informed him.

Bette removed a small lipstick-sized container from her belt and pointed it at the molten man's head. He looked at her as if she was a five year old with a new toy.

"Cute, and what exactly do you plan to do with that?"

Bette said nothing. Instead she threw the container at his head, and he found out what Bette's was. The container exploded on contact and a white cloud enveloped the molten man's head. He took a step back and swatted at the mist for a few minutes. When it finally disappated he smiled and let out a small chuckle.

"What was that? I know that I don't exactly smell like a fresh daisy, but throwing air freshener at me is pretty rude." he said still chuckling.

He made a few steps towards her, all the while chuckling. However as he moved closer towards Bette and farther away from Conner, his chuckle began to transform into a cough. He stopped and his smile faded. His coughs became more
violent. His whole body shook with each cough, and the cough had become so loud that even Duela and Herald had to stop and stare.

"What-what the hell...?" his voiced trailed off as his torso started to turn white. Everyone watched as the whiteness slowly moved across his torso and soon covered his legs, and then his arms.

Panic washed over him; his face now revealing every ripple of terror in his mind. Herald and Duela were behind him, Conner laid exhausted to his right, and Bette stood before him with a confident smirk. He tried to express his worry in a more verbal way, but all he could manage to do was twist his mouth into a pained expression. He collapsed on to the floor. His body now completely frozen; his body shattered from the impact of his collapse.

Duela used this oppurtunity to sucker punch Herald in the face and he fell to the floor letting go of the megaphone he had fought Duela for. She then focused her attention on the control panel. She flicked a few switches and hit a few buttons and the lights inside the warehouse were turned on.

Bette walked over to Conner and helped him up.

"Happy now?" Conner muttered.

"Not really, there weren't any cameras on."

Conner let out an exhausted sigh and Duela laughed. He didn't hear her comment about him being a stick in the mud. He was simply happy to not be dead.

 

[Charlie No-One]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)



I smile, a little, at her obvious eagerness to sign with us. I've had to become used to that type of reaction, in recent months, due to Wayne Enterprises' well respected reputation. It tends to excite.

Wait... Project Regenis? That name sounds familiar...

I turn to Lucius.

"Project Rengenis? Isn't that one of ours?"

He thinks for a second.

"I believe we sponsored it, yes. Infact, I'm pretty sure we did."

I nod.

"I knew the name sounded familiar..."

I turn back to Pam.

"In any case, welcome aboard. I'm sure your research will prove beneficial to the program, and to the world, for that matter. While we don't have the contract with us now, I can get it faxed in less than an hour for you to sign. And don't worry about any futher paperwork... I can deal with that personally. I knew how stressful it can be..." , I say, trying to sound as kind as humanly possible.

Did he say Project Regenis...was owned by Wayne Enterprises? Bruce Wayne? Bruce Wayne had destroyed my life?

Pamela started to grow red. The small flower on her desk was growing larger. She forced a smile.

“Yes…every thing seems in order,”

Poison Ivy grinned.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

The minute the deal is signed, and after I discuss some other potentials for the new division led by Pam's project, I leave. Though I knew that one day I would have to follow in my father's footsteps, I don't share his patience or his stamina in the buisness world.

I have other matters to attend to...

As I walk through the twin doors to Wayne Manor, something automatically grasps my attention. It's Alfred... And it's not his prescence that bothers mine. It's his lack of. He isn't here.

"Alfred?"

No answer. I immediately remove my jacket and walk through the house.

"Alfred, are you her-"

I turn, seeing him in the study. He looks at me with a strange face. It's... sadness, But not overly. More of dread, or pity. An eyebrow arches.

"What's wrong?"

He looks down at the floor, and sighs. Something is in his hand...

"I'm... sorry, Master Bruce... But..."

He holds it up. It's some sort of paper... A note, actually. His face still conveys that of pity. Now I know something is wrong...

"This just arrived for you."

I almost don't take it, considering Alfred's reaction. However... My curiosity is already piqued.

I take it.

...And regret doing it, by the time I've finished. I stand, in utter silence, for a long, uncomprehencible moment. Alfred looks at me.

"I really am sorry, Sir."

I look back at him. It's... There are no words, for this sort of situation. Considering it's never actually happened to me.

Vicki Vale... Bruce Wayne's 'girlfriend', as some would call it, was the one who wrote it. I try not to re-read the entire note in my head, as it's too painful... But, to put it short... She is, no longer, Bruce Wayne's girlfriend. It's... over. Just like that.

No call, no face to face meeting, not even a video email... Just a note. And she gives reasons... So as to make me feel like it wasn't my fault... But, in the end, I can't help but feel as if she's better off, this way.

The first and most important reason was that she wasn't going to be in Gotham anymore. Her editor had reassigned her to an office in Fawcett City. Apparentally, there's a big story there... A once in a lifetime chance. The only reason she even stopped to reconsider for even a moment was me, and honestly, I would've told her to go anyway. Perhaps even the trauma of being attacked by Jonathan Crane, alias The Scarecrow, added to this decision... Considering it only proved the point that I myself have molded part of my life after.

Gotham City is a dangerous place.

I wish I could find a reason for her not to do this... to try and talk her out of having second thoughts about 'us'... But there are none. Most of the reasoning is of which she isn't even aware of. In all the time that I knew her, which I admit wasn't very long... She never knew the 'real' me. The me that watched my parents die. The me that swore revenge. The me that dedicated his life to preventing another injustice, like the one I faced when my innoncence was shattered at the point blank range of a gun.

She never knew that I was Bruce Wayne, but at the same time, Batman. And... god help me... That, above all, should be enough to tell me that I should just let her go. So...

"It's... It's alright."

Alfred raises an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? Do you need anything?"

"...No. I'm fine."

"..."

"I suppose it's still a tender issue, so-"

"Alfred."

"Yes?"

"It's better this way."

"And you're sure of that?"

I consider it for a moment. Only a moment.

"While there are many things I'm not sure of, these days... This is one of them."

I can tell Alfred is having a harder time accepting this fact than I, but eventually, He nods.

"As long as you're sure..."

I toss the note into the trash. Not a particularly fitting closure to this chapter in my life, but I admit, it's a hell of alot better than the other closings that I've been given to past relationships. At least Vicki made it out of this relationship alive... Even if barely.

I sit down, as Alfred hands me a glass of water. As I take it, I immediately begin focusing on the present situations at hand. What I should've been doing, this entire time...

"Anything Newsworthy?"

Alfred pauses. It's as if he's forgotten something.

"Oh dear. You mean... You haven't heard?"

Another eyebrow arches. Seeing my obvious confusion, Alfred walks over to a table, and turns, handing me a newspaper. I take it, and open it to the cover.

...

Oh good god.

FROZEN TERROR GRIPS CITY
Mayor Begins Crusade In Bringing In Husband's Killer P.2

My eyes fixate on the article like a vulture's. In my abscence from the street's, A killer ran loose. One of which the media has dubbed 'Mr. Freeze'... Apparentally attacking his selected victims with a gun that can render them frozen. He's killed countless victims... Some of which are still being accounted for. The newest just happens to be the husband of the Mayor of Gotham City.

Her husband, reduced to a block of ice within mere seconds before her eyes... She's waged a vendetta against him. Something that I fear will only fuel his chaotic rampage.

Had any of this took place before I began my nightly work, I wouldn't have believed it. However... Strange stories, such as these, are becoming the a normality in the world. I've read Metropolis reports of a man who can fly. The 'twin cities' of the US, Central and Keystone, tell stories of a man who can nearly travel at the speed of light. And there are even more reports... Like a faceless ghost haunting the streets of Hub City. In a fedora, no less.

While Gotham City has become dangerous, the rest of the world just seems to be going mad with it. What happened to simplistic livelihood? The days where we could walk the streets without being hovered above by aliens, or being passed by human sized blurs of speed?

...

Or being stalked by men who dress up as horrific night creatures. Okay, so I'm being hypocritical.

But back to the point... This 'Mr. Freeze' that everyone's talking about. Freeze has roamed the streets of Gotham City... My Father's City, as it once was... And defiled them with death. He's plauged and ended innoncent lives, while continuing to quench his apparent appetite for suffering.

Though there is little that Bruce Wayne can do about this... There is one person who will, beyond any doubt, be joining this hunt to take Freeze off the streets... Before he claims another...

I rush out of the study. The night calls for me. And for all of my troubles, for all that I've lost, and probably will lose, due to this... My response is nothing less of action.

Bruce Wayne has taken leave. Batman has awoken.

 

[Speedball]

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[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I hear screams coming from an alley not far from Maroni's restaurant, I follow them to find two thugs holding a woman down on the ground with a third man on top of her. I aim the 22. at the head of the thug on top of the woman and splatter his brains along the alley floor. The other two jerk their heads toward me.

"Don't move a f**king muscle you pieces of trash!"

They let go of the woman and put their hands in the air. The woman scrambles to her feet and runs toward me, she stops when she gets close enough to see the mask on my face.

"Its ok im not going to hurt you. Get to a phone and call the cops, report one dead body and possibly two more."

She nodes her head and runs out of the alley, I walk further into the alley closer to the thugs.

"On your knees."

"F**k you."

Without saying another word I fire a single bullet into each of the thug's kneecaps making him fall to the ground, I turn the gun to the other thug.

"Do I have to ask."

The thug shakes his head and drops to his knees with his hands behind his head.

"There now court is in session. Your friend was charged with rape and his sentence has already been carried out. You two on the other have been charged with being an accomplice to rape, how do you plead?"

They don't say anything, the injured thug just holds his knees while the other one starts to bawl like a baby.

"Fine I'll take your silence as a guilty plea. And now for the verdict."

I flip the coin and catch it, it was the scarred side.

"The jury has found you guilty, the sentence is death, to be carried out immediately!"

I shoot both of them in the head and place the 22. back into my coat pocket.

"Court is adjourned."

I turn and walk out of the alley.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

The night air fills my lungs. This is what I've waited for, all day. Maybe even my whole life has become that... Waiting for this moment. The moment that I'm freed of the pressure that comes with putting on an act as Bruce Wayne. This moment is when I feel most alive.

My first contact, Dinah Lance, isn't in town tonight. I checked... She left a note on her desk telling her co-workers, as few in number as I assume they are, that she wouldn't be in for the evening hours. When I say I checked... I literally mean it. Climbed through the window, investigated the office... everything. I even compared the note to another she had previously written in her files, to confirm it's validility. Why I did that... I'm not entirely sure. But in any case, I know for a fact that Dinah Lance is not in town.

Something about a charity event for Lex Luthor, In Metropolis... I believe Bruce Wayne was even invited to it. Needless to say, He declined. I'm not about to journey out of town while a madman lurks in the streets.

So, knowing that I was free to move on, I land on the rooftop of the Gotham City Police Department. My second contact, Jim Gordon, awaits on the other side. Immediatley, I step down off of the ledge. We've made a point to meet here at this exact place and time, every night, until we could figure out a nessacary means of communication that would fit both of our needs for secrecy.

"I wasn't sure if you'd make it on time... I am on a schedule, you know."

"I'm aware of that. But given the current situation at hand, I knew that it wouldn't be wise to miss this."

"The current situation?"

I nod.

"A madman calling himself Mr. Freeze. The attacks on the Mayor's office, and others."

"So you've heard about that, then. I just got off the phone with the forensics who investigated the scene, there."

"What did they find?"

"Well, aside from a corpse who was beyond the point of a simple case of frostbite... They managed to get some of the Ice blocks that were still intact."

He has an uneasy look, feeding me this information. It's either the fact that the case disturbs him... Or he still doesn't trust me. While I do want that from him, I am in understanding that I've yet to earn it. Or vice versa... But Gordon's resources are beneficial.

"The melted remains consisted of an unknown chemical... Probably something Freeze made himself. What gets me is that they could swear it was identical to water, in every form. Whoever this guy is, He's made a point to make it look like he's really some kind of Snow God, or something."

"Theatrics. A common trait in an individual of unsound mind."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Couldn't that describe you?"

"..."

"...Perhaps. But Freeze has already made a pattern for himself. His motives are clear, as are mine. He kills, plain and simple."

Though I don't expect him to accept that, He does.

"We're working on a list of names of the victims that he's-"

A rustle from under my cape stops him, mid-sentance, as I pull out a piece of paper. He raises an eyebrow under his glasses, taking it, as He begins reading.

"You've studied him?"

"I've studied his pattern. Who he chooses isn't out of random insanity. He has actual intentions. There are links between the people he's claimed... It's a matter of finding out which one Freeze is using to choose his victims. Once we find that out, we can determine his next target."

While I'm not entirely sure, Gordon seems... speechless. It's as if he didn't expect me to go this far into it, even though I only compiled the list before coming into the city. The only thing that I can assure is that he's in for quite a few surprises, if this allieance lasts.

"I'll run through the files we have on each of these... Maybe I can pull something up."

"Do that. I'll be working on my own analysis in the meantime... I'll alert you of any developments."

"Perhaps we can both work on it in my office now? Two sets of eyes are better than one."

I turn around, and head towards to ledge.

"Sorry. But there's another case that I'm currently looking into."

"Oh?"

"The disappearance of the District Attorney."

"Harvey Dent? Well I can't say that Iobject to having him found... He's a friend of mine, actually."

And eyebrow arches, under my cowl,as I climb onto the ledge.

"Really, now..."

"His wife and my wife are... were close. It's pretty sad, really... Losing someone that close like Harvey did."

I don't look back. I'm immediatley reminded of Talia, when that's said. My reasoning for not looking back.

"I'll be sure to alert you of any developments in that case, aswell."

"I'd appreciate it."

I look back at him, with a nod, before leaping off of the building. As I throw out a line to one of the nearby gargoyles, I press a button on my cowl. The District Attorney's Office is far from here, and if I go there now, I'll lose valuble time in the search for Dent. So instead, I'll be meeting with my third contact over the phone...

"Rachel Dawes."

"Are you alone?"

"...Who is this?"

"This is The Batman. Are you alone?"

As I let go of the line, and land on another gargoyle, I can hear the faint sounds of footsteps and a door closing.

"You? Where have you been? I thought you were going to come here, not call."

"Couldn't be helped. I'm working two seperate cases, at the moment."

"Oh?"

"...That isn't the point. In any case... Have you found any new information on Dent?"

"Nothing concrete, but there was a possible sighting."

"Details?"

"Some contacts within Salvatore Maroni's camp said that Harvey attacked Maroni earlier this morning... right before dawn."

...

"And this isn't concrete, why?"

"Two reasons. One, the suspected person or persons behind the attack wore a two-sided mask. And two..."

There's a pause, on the other end of the line.

"...This is Harvey Dent we're talking about."

"I hate to seem harsh in saying this, but that really isn't anything to go by. Especially considering two other things... One, he attacked his one of doctors while escaping the hospital, as you remember... And two..."

I pause, for a moment.

"Wait... did you say it was a two-sided mask?"

"That's what was said. And I wouldn't have believed it, had I not met... you, last night."

"And Dent's facial scarring from the accident he was treated for... It affected one half of his facial tissue..."

"..."

"Oh my god..."

"Ms. Dawes, I know this isn't going to be easy to hear... But Harvey Dent may not be the same man he once was."

"I... I just can't..."

"I've learned to never rule out any possibilites, and while I'm not about to tell you how to do your job... I'd keep that under advisement. Where was the attack?"

"...Maroni's Ristorante Italiano. It's a front for most of his buisness dealings... Why he do this?"

"Dent?"

"Yes."

My head goes slightly low, thinking about one possibility...

"...Sometimes, a tramua such a loosing a loved one can change a person. Sometimes very little. Other times... to an extremity. Dent's lost someone he cares very dearly about... In his mind, I'm guessing, his world has been completely shattered. Left with those circumstances... One could only imagine the result."

I don't have to imagine one of the results... I am one. However... at the same time... Dent isn't me.

"Or it could be something else. Perhaps a manifisted rage... Even a case of schitzophrenia. But whatever drove him to this point... I assure you, I will do everything in my power to make sure that he's restored."

"And why would you care?"

"Because no one deserves to have their entire being changed under those circumstances."

I look out at Gotham. If I'm going to find Dent, I already know where I'm going to start...

"Very well."

"I'll be in touch. Until then..."

I shut off the communicator.

God... To think of another version of me. It's almost frightening to think that someone would have to go through an even slightly similar ordeak... And at the same time, sad. If Harvey Dent truly has become another person due to some form of trauma... Then I can't help but pity them.

Because I meant what I said. A life like this isn't something I'd wish on anyone.

 

[Charlie No-One]

Poison Ivy stepped out of her brand new-Wayne Enterprises-owned office. With only a lab coat covering her costume, she walked into the security center. There was one short and stubby guard behind the desk. His hair was brown and greasy. Wafts of disgusting smells shot out of his body. Pamela approached him.

“Hello. I just moved into my office a few hours ago. I was wondering if you could help me move my computer?” she questioned politely. The guard’s eyes moved around her body. She let out a small sigh of disgust.

“Anything for a sweet and sexy little rose like you,” Poison Ivy watched him get up out of his chair. It took him a second and he immediately started panting.

“On second thought, I rather just stay here and talk,” whispered the vixen. She slung her arm around his shoulder and moved in closer. He peeled off her coat, revealing her costume. I can not believe I am doing this. Pamela! You have better morals than this. Wait, how can I talk about morals? I am about to kill a man. She glanced into his eyes and pressed her dark green lips onto his. Her tongue moved into his mouth. A very small stomata at the top of her tongue slid open. A small spray splashed down his throat. His face turned a dark green. Tiny red veins crawled from his mouth up to his forehead. The original smell of his body grew worse as the corpse instantly started to decay. Kicking his body, Poison Ivy walked behind the desk. She pressed a small red button labeled “CAMERAS”. The monitors went black. She was now safe to go.

Pamela wandered through the halls of the great tower until she made it to a room called “Operations.” The metal door was locked. She pressed on her hand and a thorn popped right out of her nail. Pushing it into the lock, the door popped open. The walls were covered with computers. Ivy, with a look of determination, walked to the nearest device. The screen showed the Wayne Enterprises logo with a little box in the center. The human plant typed in “PROJECT REGENIS.” The computer buzzed to life, showing over hundred pages on the operation. She clicked print, grabbed the copies, and ran out to her car. The cameras would be on at any second and the body was sure to be seen, and since there was no proof that Pamela was ever in the office, she was safe.

In her car, she went over the information. Thumbing through the many pages, she came to a section that sparked her interest.

Founders

Lucius Fox
Roger Maguire

“Well, well, well. My first targets!”

 

[The Question]

“Well Mr. Kent we haven’t ruled out sabotage. But as you know Lexcorp is currently Americas leading company in such areas as electronics and defence contacts. As you can imagine, there are a lot of people who would benefit from such incidents, the business world can be very “aggressive” at times.”

I chuckle.

"Of course. I've known a few buisnessman myself. Some of their stories are a bit disturbing."

"Well, Mr. Luthor, thanks for speaking with us. Come on, Clark."

Clark and Lois leave and walk to another side of the yacht.

"You think he's lying?"

"You don't?"

"Couldn't tell."

"Well. He's certainly up to something. We'll just have to figure out what."

Clark looks back over to Lex.

"Yeah."

 

[Logan Howlett]

A war has begun, the streets are now consumed with chaos, brother against brother, mother against daughter, an intire planet try to cling to their own specific beliefs, and destroying everything they have been fighting for. Inside the council building Zod sits alone at the ominously large chamber room desk. He and his men have taken the building as their own, Mazak is a war zone. Zod sits quietly at the desk as a group of soilders come through the door, now he stands.

"Did you manage to complete your task?"

"Yes sir! We have aquired all of the shipments you wished interupted. We have containment crates full of bio-mediacal, and procceising units sir."

"Excellent!.......Open them!"

Imidiately the guards spring to their feet and begin opening the crates. One by one their contents are revealed. Bio-techical upgrades and limbs, internetworking proccersors, and even several military grade weapons cases.

"Very good! I want half of the suplies taken and used for the speacial oporations unit, the other half will remain here with Brane' and myself.......(looking towards Brane') Between the two of us, we can manipulate these technology and make you so much more than just a machine. Together we will give birth to a NEW Brane', and together we shall take this planet to it true destiny!.......Tell me Brane'.....do you have acess to Jor-El's files."

"Yes General Zod, but all personal files are restricted to council access........"

"What of his government files? Any scientific projects patented specificaly for government use?"

"Processing.........There are currnetly..120 government files available on record. Would you like me to acess them now?"

"Yes, I would like that very much Brane'.

(4 hours later)

"Perhaps if we connected his works from file 123 with file 87 we could overide the basic protical functions, thus alowing for, as you would call it.....free will. And after computing the diagnostics we could change the essential bio-mechanical funtion to operate on a polymetrix system, allowing for not only increased range of movement, but the manipulation of size, shape density, and strength. These alteration would also not belimited to my new vessel, but if proven acceptable, could be integrated into your Kryptonian Phsyology."

"You truely are a gift Brane'. Your genius is incoprehinsable, and once paired with my insticnt and spirit, we shall make Krypton what it was always ment to be! Now.....let us begin.....time is short, and we still have much ground to cover. I will have all Kryptonian scientists and inganiers forced to comply imediately with our demands under penaltyof DEATH! Soon, soon Brane' this planet will be whole again."

(One hour later)

Five Kryptonian men are forced into the room by armed guards and thrown at the feet at General Zod. The appear scared and out of breath.

"Greetings to you all! You five have been chosen abobe all because you poses knowledge of which I greatly need. Knowledge that will allow me to mold the fate of Krypton! Now your choices are vey clear, stand with me.....or die.....there is not a third option."

One of the scientists begins to speak,

"What do you want us to do?"

Zod looks carefully at the man, he kneelsdown before him, places a weapon to the underpart of his head and fires. The others scream in terror.

"You will not Speak unless you are asked to speak! You will not do ANYTHING you have not been aproved to do, and you will respect every word that I say, for they could very well be the last you hear. Now there are but four of you, wich will NOT slow progress, it only means that you will work harder, and faster to complete your task. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!

With both fear and tears in their eyes the agree quikly and attempt to speak softly. Zod walk close to the crates, removing a tarp that covers them.

"You have 48 hours to complete your task. If that time is taken for granted I will kill you all and then capture a new set of scientists. Your time starts........now.

(42 hours later)

General Zod walks into the council chambers, this time he is garbed with traditional Kryptonian battle armor. The Kryptonian symbol shines across his chest brightly. He aproaches the scientists as they now hover around a table with what looks like a bald Kryptonian male strapped to it.

"Have you finished it?"

"Y-yes s-Sir.....We....have managed to build the bio-polymorfic-exoskeleton to you EXACT specifications. All that is left is to transfer, or download the information from Brane' into the exoskeleton. This......this machine......is unlike anything ever built by....ANY race.....Kryptonian or otherwise......it can feel, think, taste, touch, and accumulate knowledge at a speed beyond any race of beings. He is.....or will be.......perfect."

"Perfect?........realy?.........I like th osund of this........You have installed the necisarry alteration have you not? (The scientist nods and Zod Turns to Brane') You must understand my friend, while I trust your character I can not allow to place myself in a weakened position. I am not an ignorant man, this is why I had them install a final protocal, nerolinking your body with my own. Any pain one of us causes to the other will be felt by ourselves. It was a most complex, and unique procedure. This way we can both be assured of the others loyalty."

"I do not mind at all General. In fact i beleive this would be a most logical move on your part, perhaps soon I will have the emotional response of....respect, for these actions."

"Soon my friend, you will feel much more than respect. Now.....activate the protical information download."

"Yes sir."

The scientists walk closely to Brane' 's central computer, taking a long cable from the table with the Exolskeleton and plugging it into an outlet on the central processor. A circut swithc is flipped and a low hum begins. Brane' 's screen begins to shake and the picture distorts, finaly nothing is left upon it but a black sceen. Several minutes go by and nothing happens. Zod angrily grabs hold of one of the scientists,

"YOU FOOL! YOU HAVE FAILED ME! NOW YOU SHALL ALL DIE!"

As Zod lifts a blade on his Kryptonian armored gauntlet, he is stoped by a voice behind him.

"WAIT!"

Zod turns around to see the exoskeleton behind him now has opened its eyes and lifted its head from the table. With only a small motion the exoskeleton walks through the restraints and close to Zod and the scientist.

"Allow me!"

The exoskeleton lifts its arm and gazes upon his own hand. Slowly the hand becomes disfigured and forms more of a bladed look, similar to those upon Zod's guantlets. He looks away from the bladed hand and now gazes at the scientist in front of him, and plunges the blade deepinto his skull. Slowly he rectracts it as it reforms again into a hand.

"You were correct Genearl.........I did enjoy that."

"Brane'.......is that you??? Its is........"

"No........Brane was only a machine......you have given me life! I am now so much more.......I am Brane' reborn.......I am Brane' Acka!"

"Yes you most certainly are my friend.........you most certainly are........Come now.....we have much to do, a war is raging, and only YOU poses that wich is necisary to end it."

"Yes......Father.....of course......but may I......SLAUGHTER the rest of them now?"

Zod smiled at Brane' Acka, as perhaps a true father would have at his son's first step, and now he looks back at him and says,

"They are expendable......do with them what you like."

"Thank you Father."

Brane' Acka walk towards the now scattering scientists, and one by one viciously tears them apart, but does so slowly, so that he can enjoy ever last sensation............

 

[Speedball]

Mission #132:
Assasinate the Chinese Ambassador to America while in Gotham.
Details: Arrive at the top of the Building to the North of the Chinese Embassy at 20:00 on Dec. 4. He will be leaving the embassy at this time to see the opera. We need him dead, not wounded or maimed. The Extraction point is Goodwin International Airport by helicopter.
Equipment:
1 sniper rifle
2 wrist mounted Colt Magnums
Infrared and Nightvision goggles
PDA
Motorcyle

Good Luck

"Deadshot, What's your 20."
"I'm waiting for the Ambassador to exit. The briefing I got said he'd be leaving at 8 o'clock, it's eight thirty, where is he?
"He must be taking his time, the play starts at 9:3-"
"There he is, I need radio silence."
He lines up the shot with the Rifle. He waits til the Ambassador is waiting for a guard to open the Limo door, then. BAM!
Clean shot straight to the cranium, an instant death. The guards around him head for cover. Lawton takes off running across the roof. He slams into the door, then heads down the Stairs. He heads out the back exit and jumps onto his bike. He takes off safely toward the Airport.

"Good Job, Deadshot, exactly as it was planned."
"Would you expect anything less from me Voice? But this mission isn't over. I still have to get across Gotham. And you do know who's hometown this is right?"
"Yes, The Batman. He doesn't have time to chase someone across Gotham. He wouldn't interfer with Checkmate work anyway."
"You never know with a Vigilante. If I were in his shoes, I'd come after me too."

 

[Trigger]

Two Days Later


The sharp ring of the Jones' telephone rang throughout the first floor. Connor had spent the last two days going through the legal jargon concerning the robbery of his Porsche. He had to testify that Herald was the one that initially stole the vehicle and he offered Don support by staying in the room when Don had to testify to Terra's peaceful. He couldn't help supporting a guy who would try to help someone who slammed rocks into his chest. Nor could he leave the room early without the press questioning his team loyalty.

As far as Connor was concerned, he was allowed a break. As far as Mr. Jones was concerned, superheroics didn't excuse him from chores. Connor's parents forced him to clean the dishes, change the litter box, and pull up the weeds in Mrs. Jones's garden. It took him most of yesterday afternoon to do those chores to Mr. Jones's satisfaction.

Today was Saturday, and Connor wasn't going to waste it doing work. He had earned R&R and nothing, especially not a phone call, would take that away. Connor spent most of the morning watching Yu-Gi-Oh! reruns on tv and felt no need to stop now. He simply turned the sound up and laid his six foot long body on to the couch.

When Mr. Jones came into the family room, Connor only acknoledged his presence with a wave of the hand.

"Jesus Connor! The phone is five feet away from the couch and you have telekinesis! Would it have been too much work to answer it?!" he shouted while fixing his tie.

"Yep." Connor replied non-chalantly.

"Hmph!" Mr. Jones grabbed the phone and listened intently to the caller.

"Who is it?"

"Be quiet for a minute Conner?...yes....yeah...okay Harry, see ya at the office in thirty." He said before hanging up.

"Harry? Why did he call?" Connor asked, slightly concernd but to lazy to show it.

Harry Malone was Mr. Jones's partner, but the two rarely talked. Harry's son had died in an accident caused by a Lexcorp product. At the time Connor didn't see it, but Mr. Jones allowing Lexcorp to operate and treat Connor must have put a strain on his and Harry's friendship. Since gaining his powers, Connor had become more empathetic, and he could feel the tension.

"We got to testify in court about our findings in your car case, and afterwards we have to follow-up on a lead in another case."

"Ouch." Connor replied at the thought of work.

Mr. Jones kissed Mrs. Jones good-bye and left quickly. This time the phone rang again, but Connor had the decency to pull the phone towards him with his TK powers.

"Hello, Jones residence."

There was no reply. Connor listened patiently for an answer that would not come.

"Hello?"

The silence was uncomfortable, and for a moment Connor worried that he was suddenly placed into a B-rated horror flick.

"I'm hanging up now. I'm gone in three seconds. Speak no or forever hold your silence."

As if to answer Connor's threat of hanging up, a strange crunching noise began to sound in the background. It reminded Connor of a car being crushed at a construction site. Connor had to gather a little confidence before speaking.

"I'm going, going, gone-"

A loud scream shot from the receiver and into Connor's ear. The scream was so realistic, so pained, that Connor almost cried out himself. He launched the phone back on to its wall mount. He returned to his slothful position and watched the rest of his Yu-Gi-Oh reruns. The unsettled feeling in his gut remained.

**********

David Connor pace rapidly behind his desk. He rubbed his sweaty palms together in hope of sparking some confidence in himself. His lawyer hadn't called him since they last talked and he was worried that Lexcorp's grasp really was beyond legal limits.

When his phone rang he practically pounced on it. He looked around his closed office for any mics or cameras before speaking.

"H-hello?"

"Its me David, your lawyer."

"Y-yeah and?"

"We talked with your partner and apparently the government does want to make a deal. All you have to do is hand over your Lexcorp research. We need it or else we won't be able to back up your claims."

"Okay, I can bring it."

"Good, between me and you, this Eradicator suit was too much trouble anyway."

"Agreed."

David hung up the phone and grabbed as many of his blueprints and charts as he could carry. He left the office in a hurried dash, not noticing the silent Asian teen who was lying on a balcony, opposite his office window.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I stand out front staring up at Falcone's penthouse.

"Hm how am I going to get up there? Im sure Falcone has body guards everywhere."

"I say we go in gun blazing."

"I wasent asking you, I was thinking out load. The only way I could think is sneak in."

"Or go in gun blazing!"

"Yea yea."

I pull out the coin and flip it, it come up the normal side.

"Sneak in it is."

I take the elevator to the top floor, I press my back against the side of the elevater as the doors open. I peek around and see two guards sitting infront of the door to Falcone's penthouse.

Guard 1 - "Hey did you see that."

Guard 2 - "I did'nt see anything, I can barely keep my eyes open."

Guard 1 - "The elevator door just opened."

Guard 2 - "Probably some dumb kid playing with the buttons, its nothing."

Guard 1 - "I going to check it out."

Guard 2 - "You go right ahead."

I pull out the knife as I start to hear footsteps getting closer to the elevator.

<Don't worry Dent I'll take it from here.>

I jab the knife into his throat as he sticks his head in to check the elevator. The other guard must of saw him drop because I hear hard footstep nearing the elevator. I step out of the elevator and chuck the knife at the guard's chest dropping him where he stood, I pull the knife out of his chest and walk into the penthouse.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Freeze suits up and engages his computer.

He says, "Computer plot me the quickiest course to Wayne Manor."

Freeze lumbers out of his hide-out enroute to Wayne Manor.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I've cross referenced every location in the area. I've interrogated at least five different thugs, and left them for Gordon and his men. I've scanned every corner... Every alleyway... I even considered looking in the sewers before telling myself I'd need better equipment first...

And I still, despite my efforts, cannot find the District Attorney.

I've never been on a missing person's case before. I never intended on being in one... My initial mission was to do away with the criminal element of Gotham City. Nothing more. However... There are three primary reasons behind this.

One, the last time Harvey Dent was seen, for sure, He violently attacked his doctors... The people who were trying to help him. Whether it be trauma or insanity, He is a possible danger to himself or anyone he comes in contact with if I don't find him soon. And the fact that he might've also been seen attacking Salvatore 'The Boss' Maroni just a day ago doesn't make me feel any better.

Two, I owe it to one of my 'allies'. Rachel Dawes is the Assistant District Attorney of Gotham City... Dent was her superior, and beyond that, a personal friend. She's chosen to help me in this 'war' I've set for myself by becoming my contact within the DA's office... It's only fair that I repay her. In a way, that reason means the least to me... I still know little about Dawes, so allowing her to join in on this was a bit of a risk. But at the same time... It isn't fair of me to judge. Hell, look at what I do for a living... Most people aren't even sure of whether or not I'm trying to help, or add to the problem.

The third is an obvious. Detective James Gordon, my first chosen allie, trusts Dent. With that kind of bond... And that kind of relationship, backed with their respective amounts of power within the city, and their perks of being in the positions that they are within the justice system... If I can restore Dent to who he was before all of this... Maybe there's a chance I could even recieve an allie in him, aswell. But for now, My main focus is finding him, first. Then restoring him. One step at a time. Maybe I can do more than I set out to do... Maybe I can actually make a difference in someone's life.

Lost in my thoughts, It takes me a second more than it should've to realise the communicator attatched to my belt is glowing. Alfred...

I press an internal button on the side of my cowl.

"Go ahead."

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but we have a bit of a problem."

An eyebrow arches, under the cowl.

"What kind of problem?"

"Well... To put it in short... Someone is in the process of crashing through the front gate to the Manor."

...

...What?

"Not to be skeptical, But... What the hell are you talking about?"

"I wish I were joking, Master Bruce, but... It appears a large van is continuously ramming against-"

There's an immediate pause. My pulse rises, slightly.

"Alfred?"

No response.

"ALFRED?"

"I'm afraid the vehicle has crashed through the front gate. It's on the trail to the mansion now...It should be here in a few moments. Shall I alert the authorities?"

I don't know what, exactly, is going on... or why my home is being attacked... But I'm not about to let the police try and handle it. Especially if they want to do a search, afterwards... leading to certain revealations...

"Sir?!"

The tone of his voice... the vehicle is obviously advancing...

"No. The police won't be nessacary in this situation. What I'd advise is to get to a safe area... The armory, perhaps. I need you to keep a watchful eye over the Cave entrance."

"Very well, but... What exactly are you planning to do?"

I leap from the rooftops, and into a nearby alleyway. The one where I placed it...

"I'll handle it. Just go. NOW."

I switch off the communicator as I press another button on my belt.

Blinding headlights come to life ahead of me as the inhuman sounding engine roars into the night. The brakes loosen, as the wheels move forward... and a figure moves out of the darkness, stopping right beside me as if it's sending me on a one way trip to hell. The only difference is that I actually oblige, as I step forward, seeing the front of it expand, allowing for my point of entrance.

My chariot awaits...

The car works better than expected, as I pilot the aircraft-esque controls through the puddles of Gotham's alleyways. It better, for the price I payed...

It is an amazing vehicle, though. Even I have to admit. Turbo jet engines, reinforced tires, armoring, backburner, bulletproof windows... It has it all. And that's not even beginning to cover all of it's features... But those are the nesscaries, for now. I need to name it... Though it's prototype was called 'The Tumbler'. But I need a name more... fitting, of what I've turned it into.As I revel in the car's obvious superiority to any other vehicle I've ever driven, my mind once again becomes focused on the situation at hand.

Someone is attacking the home of Bruce Wayne, which is still quite a few miles away. I activate the boosters, as I rocket onto the Gotham bridge, and take a shortcut.Whoever is attacking probably came looking for Bruce Wayne, aswell.

What they're going to get is something far worse...

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Freeze approaches the front door of Wayne Manor. For some reason I was unable to disarm the security system with my suit...undoubtedly the police will be here soon...I must make this quick. FRAKSHAHe freezes the doors and kicks them down

He looks around and sees no one is in the house.

I expected no less of this billionare playboy. He has known great tragedy in his life and yet rather than embrace that tragedy he chooses to run from it. He could've done so much more with his life than what he has done. It's time for me to leave a calling card

FRAKSHAFRAKSHAFRAKSHAFRAKSHA Freeze begins freezing the 1st level of the house. He notices the picture of the Bruce's parents...Freeze stares at it and leaves it alone.

He then lumbers up the stairs and begins freezing the 2nd floor.

FRAKSHAFRAKSHAFRAKSHAFRAKSHA

 

[Red]

As the two reporters walk away, I spot Edge standing at the end of the boat. Shirt untucked, tattered jacket and greased back hair. I give another smile to the crowd and make my way over to him.

“Is everything ready?” I mutter before taking another sip of wine.

“It’s good to go just say the word Luthor.”

“Who did you get to pilot it?”

“Kowalski.”

“Does he have experience?”

“He’s been with the program since the beginning.”

“Good. As soon as I reach the platform and raise my glass, give the order.” He nods in agreement.

As the evening goes on I make my way round the yacht and sake a few more hands and talk shop with others. I as I pace around the table I pocket a dinner knife and then step back up to the platform. I take the knife from my pocket and tap my glass a few times against the microphone to get their attention.

“Sadly it seems our evening is drawing to close. I would once again like to thank everyone one who came tonight. I really hope this event will make a difference. So if you will all raise you glasses in a toast.”

Now for the main event. What sounds like an army of jet engines starting up is heard. The guests and look to each other for answers and mutter between each one another. I try to hide the smile creeping up my face.

“Over there.” Shouts the young redhead boy who came with the two reporters. In the distance two orange orbs standout in the night sky. The thunderous roar of the Lexoskels engines begins to sound closer. The passengers begin to panic, trying to find ways off the ship. One of them looks to me for help.

“What is it Mr. Luthor.”

“I, I don’t know…. Get everyone side, now!”

Like animals fighting for food the passengers force past each other to get inside the yacht, but it’s too late.

It descends from the sky and lands in the centre of the yacht and reveals it’s self. The Lexoskel 5000, the world’s most sophisticated defense vehicle, a piloted suit of armor the size of a tank, with weapons capable of destroying small countries.

Now all we need is our guinea pig.

 

[The Question]

Clark and Lois look up at the flying figure.

"Oh god....."

"Lois! Get inside!"

Clark grabs Lois by thea arm, and the two head inside.

"Clark, we have to...."

"You see the weapons on that thing? We're getting out of here!"

Clark begins to run down the hall. Lois calls after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go see if I can find a life boat or something. I don't know about you, but I'm not sure if I could swim to shore from the middle of the lake. Stay here and keep your head down."

Clark runs down the hall. Lois, after a few moments, turns to the door and opens it slightly.

"Yeah. **** that."

Clark runs down the halls until he finds a dark corner. He quickly changes into the suit, and flies out one of the doors at high speed. He rises into the air and stops infront of the armored figure.

"What exactly are you doing here?"

The man in the suit gives off an amoused chuckle.

"Well. Isn't that something. I was thinking you were a hoax or something, like the Loch Ness monster. Guess tonight's not going to be a waste of time after all."


"What do you want?"

"Piss off, blue boy."

The armored man delivers a haymaker to Clark's jaw. He goes flying, and crashes into one of the docks.

"....ow."

As Clark stands up, the armored man hovers over him.

"Hi."

The armored man raises his arm and fires a small missile at Clark.

"....oh joy."

The missile hits Clark in the face, sending him crashing into one of the nearby wharehouses and exploding.

 

[Nightwing 52]

I put on my best "I'm-very-interested-in-everything-about-you look.
"In what way are you participating with it?" I ask almost carelessly.

Right there, there wasn't an ounce of doubt in my mind that she knew what was going on.

"Uhh....He hired me as his personal concierge for this little party of his, y'know, just an old friend doing a favor."

I slightly manage a false grin on my face, I didn't like where this was going. Especially since Dinah seemed to be the only woman interested in me, in well...years. Should I tell her the truth?

I pause.

Would you listen to yourself? Ruining years of hard work on woman, a very beautiful woman, you just met!! Maybe the drinks I had were starting to take effect, I felt so lost infront of all these guests. I don't know, she just makes me feel....happy. Is that so damn wrong?

Just then I start seeing the people on the yacht pushing an shoving eachother past the two of us, screaming at the top of their lungs as these two round looking things circle the yacht. Everybody was running toward the inside, afraid of what was going on. Except for me.

I grab Dinah's hand and run as fast as I could with her beside me.

"We've go to move, those things aren't stopping!! Come with me!"

We run to the back of the yacht quickly, and come to a halt. I turn to her, then let go of her hand.

"I need you to stay here, trust me, I know what I'm doing. But there's one thing I want to get off my chest, I'm not friends with Luthor, nor have we ever met. My story is a LONG one, which I can't explain now. But if I don't make it back after this, it's was a pleasure meeting you."

Not the way I wanted to end our converstation with eachother, but as for now it was a matter of life and death. I only hoped that I'd see her again.....That's when I turn around to see the siutation taken care of by what looked like to be.....Superman? Wow, I was not expecting that at all. But that's when I pause again, an realized I just revealed who I REALLY was to Dinah for no apparent reason.

Yeah, I got that I was an idiot, and looked at her blankly.

"Heh, so, would you like another drink?"

I was in for it.

 

[Watchman]

A black car was parked in an alleyway in Gotham. Two men sat in it watching their target.

"Is that him" one of them said pointing their finger at the man walking into the store

"Yeah that's him. C'mon lets go get him" they both got out and started to walk toward the store.

Inside the store Corben had to "talk" to the guy who ran it. It seems that he didn't want to pay his protection money anymore. He walked inside and the little bell rang. The store owner had his head down working on something.

"We're close" he says

"Oh I think you can make time for me"

"Who..." he looks up "YOU! You stay away from me" he rushes for the phone "I'll call the cops"

"I don't think that will do anything" he took out his badge. The store owner was in shock. Corben took him by the shirt and threw him against the wall. He picked him up and punched him in the face. Again he picked him up and placed his gun under his chin.

"Now somebody is going to pay their protection money..."

"That's enough Corben" a voice said behind him. He turned his head sideways to see two well dress men. One of them had his hand inside his coat. John smiled and threw the shop owner into them knocking them both down. He booked out of the door and headed down the street. He parked his car down a few blocks. He looked back and the two men begun to chase him.

 

[Speedball]

Mission #132:
Assasinate the Chinese Ambassador to America while in Gotham.
Details: Arrive at the top of the Building to the North of the Chinese Embassy at 20:00 on Dec. 4. He will be leaving the embassy at this time to see the opera. We need him dead, not wounded or maimed. The Extraction point is Goodwin International Airport by helicopter.
Equipment:
1 sniper rifle
2 wrist mounted Colt Magnums
Infrared and Nightvision goggles
PDA
Motorcyle

Good Luck

"Deadshot, What's your 20."
"I'm waiting for the Ambassador to exit. The briefing I got said he'd be leaving at 8 o'clock, it's eight thirty, where is he?
"He must be taking his time, the play starts at 9:3-"
"There he is, I need radio silence."
He lines up the shot with the Rifle. He waits til the Ambassador is waiting for a guard to open the Limo door, then. BAM!
Clean shot straight to the cranium, an instant death. The guards around him head for cover. Lawton takes off running across the roof. He slams into the door, then heads down the Stairs. He heads out the back exit and jumps onto his bike. He takes off safely toward the Airport.

"Good Job, Deadshot, exactly as it was planned."
"Would you expect anything less from me Voice? But this mission isn't over. I still have to get across Gotham. And you do know who's hometown this is right?"
"Yes, The Batman. He doesn't have time to chase someone across Gotham. He wouldn't interfer with Checkmate work anyway."
"You never know with a Vigilante. If I were in his shoes, I'd come after me too."

Deadshot nears the entrance to the Airport field. As he enters, under his mask is a look of confusion.

"Voice, where in the hell is the Chopper?"
"What do you mean where is it?"
"It's not here. In fact, there are no planes on the runway. Voice, what in the hell is going on here?"
"Deadshot, I have no clue. Let me check the Satelite images."

Lawton gets off his bike and begins to walk down the runway. All of the Hangars are open, no planes inside. This doesn't make sense to him. Why would a major airport have no incoming or outgoing flights.
He looks to the Terminal Building. It's pitch black. None of this makes sense.

"I"VE FOUND THE CHOPPER! It's about ten miles from the airport, and it's nothing but a pile of burning bolts now. You need to ste-"
"Voice, there is something seriously wrong here. All the lights are out, there are no planes OR helicopters, and there is no security. I'm getting out of here NOW!"

As he says this, all the lights turn on. Three vans come from the opposite side of the runway. Deadshot runs for his bike, activating his wrist-mounted Colt's and fires at the vans. The Van on the right opens it's side door and fires at his bike, blowing it to smithereens.

"Crap, there goes my ride. Voice, i'm in some deep S*** here."
"................."
"Voice?"

He taps his head gear, but nothing happens. Now he realizes what is going on. Checkmate had declared that this was his last mission with the radio silence. And his death would be his retirement present.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

The car leaps over the bridge crossing that seperates Wayne Manor from the rest of the area. I'm going way too fast. The backburners are on maximum power, for god-

...

I see the smashed and destroyed ruins of what used to be the gate to the mansion. Those gates were up for a large portion of my childhood. They were remnants of a life I lived so long ago... Even if they were nothing more than steel bars. Suddenly, I feel my teeth grit, my veins shoot out, my hand push harder on the gears, and my foot press harder on the gas.

I'm going way to fast? To hell with that. If anything, I'm not going fast enough...

The car roars as it speeds towards the mansion. I only begin to twitch at the raw power I'm controling, as I grab the wheel, and thrust it to the left, making the car spin and come to a screeching halt. Usually, I'd go for stealth... But this is personal. No amount of steath could outweigh the level of anger I'm going to use to put the fear of god into whoever's done this.

I leap out of the car, running up the stairs of the mansion and past the empty gray van that sits in the driveway. I should've been here... I could've...

No. There was nothing I could've done. At least any more than I'm doing now. As I blame myself for yet another thing that isn't my fault... I stop immediatley as I get up to the entrance. The lower level of the building. It's covered in Ice. One would think this is impossible. But one probably hasn't been to Gotham City, as of late...

My opponent has become obvious. The madman labling himself as 'Mr. Freeze' has made an attack on Bruce Wayne. And without knowing it... Me, aswell. I step inside the destroyed doors, praying to god that Alfred got to safety before this started.

...Only to slip on my ass. I leap up, looking at the ground below me. One sadistic part of me thinks I should equip ice blades at the bottom of my boots, before I eventually look around. The ice thins at the top of the stairs... and considering that van was still here... Freeze is here aswell. Up there. IN MY FATHER'S HOME.

Not wanting to even bother with trying to climb up the icy stairway, I take out and fire my grapnel at the ceiling, letting it snag. I swing up, holding on for dear life as I ascend through the mansion. I'm flying through my own home... If that isn't abnormal, I don't know what is...

The minute, however, I reach the second floor, I can see him smashing his way out of a room.

...

He's bigger than I imagined... Probably due to the suit that he's wearing. It must have cost a fortune. Did Wayne Enterprises pay for it? I toss those concerns aside, as I swing, and leap from the line, gliding straight towards him with my cape spread. I don't care what kind of suit he has... or how much it cost. He came here... attacked the home of my childhood... and even threatened the life of someone I happen to care about. Beyond the countless lives he's probably taken...

Multiple lines have already been crossed.

"FREEZE!"

If I weren't really pissed off right now, I'd catch the pun...

"I don't know why you're doing this... But you should sure as hell start praying..."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

(IC: Batman)

The car leaps over the bridge crossing that seperates Wayne Manor from the rest of the area. I'm going way too fast. The backburners are on maximum power, for god-

...

I see the smashed and destroyed ruins of what used to be the gate to the mansion. Those gates were up for a large portion of my childhood. They were remnants of a life I lived so long ago... Even if they were nothing more than steel bars. Suddenly, I feel my teeth grit, my veins shoot out, my hand push harder on the gears, and my foot press harder on the gas.

I'm going way to fast? To hell with that. If anything, I'm not going fast enough...

The car roars as it speeds towards the mansion. I only begin to twitch at the raw power I'm controling, as I grab the wheel, and thrust it to the left, making the car spin and come to a screeching halt. Usually, I'd go for stealth... But this is personal. No amount of steath could outweigh the level of anger I'm going to use to put the fear of god into whoever's done this.

I leap out of the car, running up the stairs of the mansion and past the empty gray van that sits in the driveway. I should've been here... I could've...

No. There was nothing I could've done. At least any more than I'm doing now. As I blame myself for yet another thing that isn't my fault... I stop immediatley as I get up to the entrance. The lower level of the building. It's covered in Ice. One would think this is impossible. But one probably hasn't been to Gotham City, as of late...

My opponent has become obvious. The madman labling himself as 'Mr. Freeze' has made an attack on Bruce Wayne. And without knowing it... Me, aswell. I step inside the destroyed doors, praying to god that Alfred got to safety before this started.

...Only to slip on my ass. I leap up, looking at the ground below me. One sadistic part of me thinks I should equip ice blades at the bottom of my boots, before I eventually look around. The ice thins at the top of the stairs... and considering that van was still here... Freeze is here aswell. Up there. IN MY FATHER'S HOME.

Not wanting to even bother with trying to climb up the icy stairway, I take out and fire my grapnel at the ceiling, letting it snag. I swing up, holding on for dear life as I ascend through the mansion. I'm flying through my own home... If that isn't abnormal, I don't know what is...

The minute, however, I reach the second floor, I can see him smashing his way out of a room.

...

He's bigger than I imagined... Probably due to the suit that he's wearing. It must have cost a fortune. Did Wayne Enterprises pay for it? I toss those concerns aside, as I swing, and leap from the line, gliding straight towards him with my cape spread. I don't care what kind of suit he has... or how much it cost. He came here... attacked the home of my childhood... and even threatened the life of someone I happen to care about. Beyond the countless lives he's probably taken...

Multiple lines have already been crossed.

"FREEZE!"

If I weren't really pissed off right now, I'd catch the pun...

"I don't know why you're doing this... But you should sure as hell start praying..."

Mr. Freeze sees Batman swooping in and hears his words. Freeze steps aside and says, "Prayer....there is nothing that will save this city from my vengence not even you Batman."

FRAKSHAFreeze fires a shot at Batman and misses as Batman rolls aside.

Freeze says, "So you do exist. You are not figament of the internet. Why are you here I do not know, but I do know that if you are here you obivously are here to prevent me from killing a billionare playboy who flaunts his status as one of Gotham's favorite sons like a license to do whatever he pleases. No matter soon you too will be a memory as well. Rest assured I never miss twice...engage auto-aim."

FRAKSHA Freeze fires aiming at Batman's chest.

 

[Batman]

Mr. Freeze sees Batman swooping in and hears his words. Freeze steps aside and says, "Prayer....there is nothing that will save this city from my vengence not even you Batman."

FRAKSHAFreeze fires a shot at Batman and misses as Batman rolls aside.

Freeze says, "So you do exist. You are not figament of the internet. Why are you here I do not know, but I do know that if you are here you obivously are here to prevent me from killing a billionare playboy who flaunts his status as one of Gotham's favorite sons like a license to do whatever he pleases. No matter soon you too will be a memory as well. Rest assured I never miss twice...engage auto-aim."

FRAKSHA Freeze fires aiming at Batman's chest.

(IC: Batman)

He's faster than he lets on... the first blast was barely avoidable. Have to keep that in mind...

I see him firing at me, once more. Auto-aim? Won't be able to dodge that... I'm a goner, unless I act...

I look down, seeing one of Alfred's dinner trays on the ground next to me. As Freeze fires his blast, I slam my foot on it, making it fly into the air. Grabbing it, I hold it infront of me, as the blast hits me with full force.

Strong... too strong... can't... let... up...

The blast is pushing me back... His gun is too powerful... Can't avoid it...

...

Maybe I won't have to...

With my free arm, I reach into my belt, pulling out seven or eight Batarangs as the blast keeps pushing me. I'm still not frozen... But I'm sure it won't take long...

I feel my feet begin to ice over, aswell as my legs. Still holding the tray and the Batarangs, I brace myself as I'm eventually covered in a block of ice. Have to make this quick... before I freeze to death...

Immediatley, I manover one of the arms that I kept protected with the tray around it, cutting it with the Batarangs. Then, I pull back, and...

*SMASH*

I've created a hole through the ice by cutting out the part that was made with the tray. By the time Freeze realises this, I throw the now frozen tray right at him, nailing him right in the chest. I'm sure it won't do much, given that he's well protected... But it will definatley buy me some time.

Punching the ice around me, I slam a couple of the Batarangs into the ice around my legs, shattering them as I fall out of it. God, it's unbearably cold...

Have to keep it up... Can't give Freeze an edge...

I roll, holding the Batarangs high, as I throw them at his gun, knocking it out of his hand. My breathing is scarce... but... I'm... I think I'm okay...

Immediatley, I go in for a punch, and...

...

OW.

I pull back, realising that his helmet is rock hard. Nearly broke my hand...

Before I can even attempt a kick, He grabs me, and hurls me across the room. I roll again, managing to stop myself from crashing into the wall. I look back. There's no fighting this guy... His equipment... It's too powerful...

Maybe I can reason... Or maybe I can't... but it's worth a shot...

I'm shivering, as speak hoarsely...

"...W...Why?! What have... t-these people.... ever done to... you?!"

 

[twylight]

"Uhh....He hired me as his personal concierge for this little party of his, y'know, just an old friend doing a favor."


Bingo.

I finish off my drink and place the empty glass on the counter next to my elbow. All that had really given him away was his hesitancy at the beginning of his sentence.

Darn it Dinah! Back off, what do I care if he&#8217;s lying? It&#8217;s not like I live here or anything. I look down absently before looking over the crowd. Helena and Josh are busy speaking with some people. Helena looks over and seeing Roy next to me smiles and winks before looking back to the person she was talking to. I inwardly roll my eyes, as Josh follows Helena&#8217;s brief glance and sees me.
Lex Luthor&#8217;s voice carries across the ship and I turn to listen.

&#8220;Sadly it seems our evening is drawing to close. I would once again like to thank everyone one who came tonight. I really hope this event will make a difference. So if you will all raise you glasses in a toast.&#8221;

I glance over at Josh and find him staring at me. His face serious as he studies the man next to me. I might have known...older protective brother. Never mind the fact that I could twist this guy into a pretzel before Josh even made it over here.

Josh steps forward as someone bumps him from behind, and then another. He grabs Helena&#8217;s shoulders and pulls her to the side looking up.

I follow his gaze and my mouth drops.

(*&^ it! Why is it always me? Can&#8217;t I just go to a normal party, with normal people? Is that even possible on the eastern seaboard?

I move to go nearer the edge of the yacht, hoping for a better look at the two orange orbs, they waver slightly...like&#8230;afterburners. Engines? Yes, even over the sound of muffled shrieks and footsteps I can hear engines. What&#8230;?

I feel someone grab my hand and pull me away. Turning I see Roy has his hand firmly over mine. If this was me normally I&#8217;d have yanked away but I don&#8217;t&#8230;

"We've go to move, that thing isnn't stopping!! Come with me!"

Normally I&#8217;d have tongue lashed him for that too. AH! Do I really even like him all that much? He hasn&#8217;t told me the truth once, for all I know his real name could be &#8220;John&#8221; and he&#8217;s an axe-murderer.


&#8220;DINAH!&#8221; Josh&#8217;s voice rings through the air. I turn and try to pull away from Roy but his hand is firm. I know Joshua can take care of himself..but with Helena&#8230;
We reach the back of the boat and stop Roy drops my hand and turns to look me in the eye.

"I need you to stay here, trust me, I know what I'm doing. But there's one thing I want to get off my chest, I'm not friends with Luthor, nor have we ever met. My story is a LONG one, which I can't explain now. But if I don't make it back after this, it's was a pleasure meeting you."


O..kay&#8230;he runs off and my shocked look turns into a smile. I am so good! I knew it! I got that excited feeling I get when I finish off a case, and yet...I still don&#8217;t know anything about him.

The yacht shakes a little and I peek around the corner. An Exo-Skeleton, armored one too. Why would it be here? Is it Lexcorp issue?

A bright flutter of Blue and red catches my eye. Ah HA&#8230;the big man himself. I never really doubted he existed, even though I know many people do doubt Super-Heroes and the like, especially now. But I did grow up with the JSA, and I&#8217;m a little disappointed that this &#8216;Superman&#8217; doesn&#8217;t impress me more.

I pull my head back from the corner as Roy runs back, a sheepish smile on his face.

Yeah, I got that I was an idiot, and looked at her blankly.

"Heh, so, would you like another drink?"


I raise my eyebrow and lean back out to watch, speaking to him as I do.

&#8220;So were you going to tell me who you really were before I slept with you or after?&#8221;

Probably nev-er. I smile, keeping my back to him.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I stand before Falcone's bed as he lays there sleeping.

"Oh it would be so simple, why can't I kill him?"

"Because iv told we're here to question him, we'll judge him afterwards."

I pull out the coin and flip it, it come up the scarred side.

"Yes we get to question him my way."

I pull out the 22. and aim it at Falcone.

"Wakey wakey Falcone!"

Falcone jerks awake and almost on instinct pulls a 45. out from under his pillow. I shoot the 45. out of his hand and than shoot one into his knee, he grabs his knee while I jump up onto the bed and put the 22. right to his forehead.

"Hello Mr. Falcone if you don't mind we'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Who the hell are you?"

I pull the mask of of our face.

"Come now don't you recognise your own handywork?!"

"Dent? Jesus christ what happened to you?"

"Don't play this s**t with me! Did you send the bomb to our house?"

"What the hell are you talking about? What bomb?"

I press the gun harder into his forehead.

"I said quite pulling this s**t with me!"

"Im not im tell the truth I don't know anything about this and it certainly wasent me who did it, trust me if it was me id admit it."

I start to squeeze the trigger when somthing stops me.

"What the hell?!"

"This isnt who we agreed to handle this, he says he doesnt know anything about it thats it lets get out of here before more of his guards show up."

"Oh god dammit Dent your starting to get on my nerves."

I pull out the coin and flip it, it comes up the normal side.

"You got lucky this time Falcone. But if I find out you had anything to do with this hell will seem like paradice compaired to what I'll do to you."

I feel Two Face give control of my body back to me, slowly get off the bed and put the mask back.

"Your going to pay for this Dent, I'll make your life a living nightmare!"

I get to the door and look back at him.

"Your too late, it already is a living nightmare."

I turn and walk out the door and into the elevator.