The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[twylight]

Dinah had me cornered the whole entire time, which is odd considering all the women I've been with has never accomplished that task. But with her, it was like everytime I had a backup plan, she was already two steps ahead of me. Like I said before, my own arrow stabbed in my back....

Her older brother walks up to me, giving a negative look as if I was doing something to her that I wasn't suppoed to do. Which wasn't my intention at all. But I could'nt help asking myself, what in the world was he looking at? He stared me down as I glanced up back at him, no hesitation and watched him walk away with his future wife in hand. Atleast I would've add the decency to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Joshy boy...." I say, almost loudly for him to hear. But not loud enough.

Dammit. Dinah had to leave soon, and I had to think of something quick. I knew I screwed everything up when I revealed myself, but I hoped that there would be a future for a second chance. Maybe we'll cross paths again, right now though, the night seems to be coming to an end.

I turn around and take a deep breath. I saw from the corner of my eye that she was a bit curious as to what I was doing. Oh hell, with it Harper, just go for it!!

I turned back and held her by the waist, then kissed her. Which I admit, is the one thing I've wanted to do since I met her this evening. I was always told when I was young that if I was going to go out, make sure it'd be with a bang. I let go, then looked into her eyes.

"I know we started off well when the night began, and again I'm sorry I had to screw it all up. You can say I'm a hero/high payed assassin, but you already knew that, heh. So don't be suprised if you read about me in the papers. Goodbye prettybird, and take care of yourself."

I walked to the edge of the boat, but faced toward her as she looked at me in shock. I grinned one last time then winked, and after is when I jumped off the boat and began swimming as fast as I could. You know I'm not always a "business before pleasure" type of guy. But for tonight, I think I can make an acceptance. Now it was time to get back to basics.....

I turned and followed Helena and Josh. My mind rushing, this was like a weird, twisted romance novel. "One Night in Metropolis" would be it's title, very noir sounding. I smile at the thought and sigh. Tomorrow night this will all be over. I've already made a promise to myself and Gotham, I sound so emo.

The feeling of an arm snaking around my waist catches me by suprise as I'm turned only to have my mouth enveloped by another. My natural reaction to push him away only lasts a second as I try to push away only to find his arms to strong to resist. Not that I'm resisting, my eyes flutter as I let myself be caught up in the intensity of it.

He pulls back and I stare at him, my mind in shock as I fight back the urge to pull him back.

"I know we started off well when the night began, and again I'm sorry I had to screw it all up. You can say I'm a hero/high payed assassin, but you already knew that, heh. So don't be suprised if you read about me in the papers. Goodbye prettybird, and take care of yourself."

He turns and walks towards the edge of the boat.

I stand in shock...did I?.... was I...?

"Dinah?" I turn and look towards Helena and Josh. neither which had seen what had just happened. Thank goodness, Josh would have tried to punch him and lost, badly.

I turned back towards him just in time to see him smile and wink at me before jumping over the edge.

I can hear Josh and Helena's voices but strangely they don't seem to be calling my name. Or are they? I touch my fingertips to my lips as I stare at the empty deck where he last stood. All of my inborn and learned composure that had been shattered into a millions pieces earlier in the evening because of him now were thrown to the wind. All the nagging thoughts of Gotham City, The Batman, The Robot crashed on the deck below. All of it was gone in an instant.

An instant where I'd had my first kiss.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

(IC: Batman)



I rip a small section of my cape from an ice block that he fired during his tantrum, and walk through the smoke as he deactivates all of his weapons.

For once, I don't look at Freeze as a monster. I look at him for what he truly is. A victim in all of this. I undo a pockey of my belt, taking out a pair of titanium cuffs that I had designed in earlier weeks.

"Whether that day comes or not, Freeze..."

I snap the cuffs onto his hands. I've never had such mixed emotions about something like this... One one hand, I know I have to. On the other... I don't think he needs punishment. I think he needs help.

"...You made the right choice."

I turn, hearing the oncoming sirens. Taking my grapnel, I fire at one of the frozen windows, shattering it easily. Running to the window, I leap, spreading my cape as the wind picks it up. I feel the air hit me as I begin gliding over the city.

Freeze saw the monster in him. He realised his quest for vengeance wasn't the nessacary method to try and seek justice for what happened to him, and his wife.

I look down at the Bat-shaped shadow that I cast among the rooftops.

...Will I ever see the monster in me? Maybe. Maybe not. But all I know is that one day... I won't have to. If there are more nights like this... If I can make that much of a difference in other people aswell...

Maybe this war will end sooner than I thought.

An armed SWAT unit bursts through the lab door to find Mr. Freeze kneeling with his head bowed down wearing handcuffs.

The SWAT commander Lt. Hedgeman says, "Well well well it looks as though the iceman stopeth."

Freeze shows no emotions and Hedgeman says into his radio, "Beta team this is Alpha leader prepare the truck Mr. Freeze is being taken into custody."

Another voice says, "Roger that Alpha leader the truck will be ready in five minutes."

Hedgeman says, "All-right on your feet Freeze, and nothing stupid otherwise we'll see if the flamethrowers were a worthwhile investment ."

Freeze rises and says, "Please just make sure my cell has a view of the lake. Nora loved the lake."

Hedgeman is somewhat stunned by Freeze's meekness. He replies, "I'm not sure about the view in your cell we had one specially built for you in our basement."

Freeze says, "Lt. let's not go through the song & dance of a trial. Just take me directly to Arkham becuase we both know that's where I'm off to."

Hedgeman says, "You're probably right but we have to give them time to get ready for you, and I'll see what I can do about your view of the lake."

Freeze looks at Hedgeman and smiles somewhat. He says, "Thank you."

Freeze is led out to the SWAT van and driven to Police headquarters.

Once he is stripped of his suit he is then processed and is led off to Arkham. He sits in a specially constructed cell and mourns for the loss of his wife Nora....while enjoying a nice view of the lake.

 

[Speedball]

Present Location: Hong Kong
Deadshot is lying on the ground in an alleyway. He's dressed like any other civilian. He stirs.
What the hell? Awww.... My head feels like i slept in a dryer.
He stands up, and walks toward the street. He scratches his head, confused about how and why all these Chinese people are in Gotham city. He looks around, and notices it is way too bright. Gotham doesn't have this many neon lights in one area. He walks up to someone and asks ""Excuse me. Could tell me where I am?"
The Chinese man shakes his head and shrugs. The man doesn't know a single word of English.
Lawton looks in the mirror, where did he get these clothes?
He reaches for his left temple, and notices a scar on his left arm that was never there. He presses his internal comlink on his left temple.
"Hello, Voice. Do you read me?"
OH MY GOD?! Deadshot is that you? What in the hell happened?"
"What do you mean? Where am I, and what happened to my suit?"
"I don't know how to explain this, but you haven't been seen for almost 6 years."
"WHAT?!"
"What was the last thing you remember?"
"The last thing I remember was the airport. After that, I remember waking up in the alley, which happened only a few minutes ago."
"We need to extract you, NOW. From what i'm getting, your in Hong Kong. Head toward the bank of China tower, we'll get you from the roof."

 

[SuperFerret]

A knock on my bedroom door wakes me up.

"Babsy, c'mon, time to get up, you've got school today."

I roll over in my bed, pulling the covers over my head to shield me from the sun that's peeking around the window shades. I hear Dad come in the room and carefully walk over to my bed, probably avoiding the stacks of Spider-Man comics and psychology textbooks that were scattered all over my room.

He stands over me for a minute, probably with a stupid grin on his face. I still can't see him with the covers over my head, but I just know it. Then, suddenly, he yanks the blankets off of me, leaving me to scramble as the bright morning sunlight attacks my half-asleep eyes.

"Daddy!!" I screech, rolling out of bed, "What if I was naked under there?"

"No daughter of mine will be sleeping nude, especially at sixteen." he tossed the blanket back on to the bed and turned to leave, "Now, come downstairs, your mother is making pancakes."

****​

Ah, I love pancakes, I think as I brush my teeth after breakfast, Mom sure makes 'em good. And inevitably, the reality hits me, just like it does everytime I look in the mirror, or at a family photo, she's not my Mom. James Gordon is not my Dad. James Jr. isn't my little brother. They're African-American, I'm a pale little Irish girl who happens to live here. I don't belong.

Why do you think that? What are you stupid? Mom and Dad love you, that's all that matters, not blood, not skin color. Love is what makes a family.

At least that's what I try to remember, but with people like Cassandra Cane in my life, it's hard to not think that I'm an outsider.

****​

As I round the corner on the school's block, I see her, Cassandra Cane, alpha cheerleader, standing by the steps, obviously waiting for me. I really hate her, how she's the most popular girl in school when she's such a ***** to everyone is beyond me, but she is. I try, unsuccessfully, to avoid her.

"Hey Babs." Cass says to me as I pass, her hand grabbing my arm to stop me. I flinch at the contact, not because I think she'll beat me up (she has people to do that for her, and they usually wait 'til after school) but because she did it nicely. Her words were polite too.

What the heck?

"Umm.... hey Cass." I answer, unsure, "What do you want?" My last words came out much more hostile than I wanted them too.

"I was just thinking about how much we've, like, kidded each other over the years, y'know, like, when we play jokes on each other and junk."

"I don't play jokes on you, Cass. You torment me, it's not fun."

"Ya, I know, and I'm, like, so totally sorry for it. I just wanna, y'know, be friends. Is that cool?" She puts out her hand like she wants to shake. Should I? Is this a trick? I look into her eyes, she looks sincere, maybe she does feel bad. Maybe I'm finally being accepted. A smile crosses my face.

"Uh.. yeah, okay." I shake her hand, "I guess all is forgiven."

"Okay, cool. Later Babs. Maybe we can hang out or something." She says, then she practically skips into the building.

I can't believe it, she wants me to hang out with her. That is so awesome. Today looks to be like a good day.

****​

Today is the worst day of my life, I think as tears stream down my eyes. I can hear Cass behind me, laughing at me. That liar, she was just distracting me while... this happened.

Yesterday I went to the comic store during my lunch period and I had finally bought my own personal holy grail after saving money up for months. Amazing Fantasy #15, the first appearance of my idol, Spider-Man. In my excitement, I forgot it in my locker. I figured I'd pick it up and bring it home today.

But this morning, when I was talking to Cass, some of her friends broke into my locker and ransacked it. Destroying everything in it.

Tears hit the torn pages I held in my hands as my shoulders heaved in sobs, I had saved so much to get this, and waited so long, and I wasn't even able to get it home. Cass was still laughing, even though Dean Stevens told her to stop. No one was comforting me, they were all either laughing (if they were students) or debating the punishment for the two guys who did this. Of course, since they were on the football team, Coach Hollis was adamant that they were just "joking around" and that it was no big deal.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn, seeking the one person who thought to comfort me. I turn and face Cass's smiling *****-face.

"Hey, Babsy, it was just another joke. No hard feelings, right?" she says snidely.

I swear, I truly do not know what came over me, but the next thing I know, Cass is on the floor, bleeding from her broken nose, and I'm getting taken to the Deans office so they can call my parents. I do know two things though.

One, Dad's gonna be pissed that I got suspended.
Two, it feels good to hit people.

 

[twylight]

Does he love me?
I wanna know!
How can I tell if he loves me so?​

I tap my pencil on the desk, my chin in my other hand i survey the newspaper layed out flat on the desk in front of me.
The headlines blaring more news of "The Batman" but that news was secondary to the pictures of Superman that graced the headlines. Guess that says something about this Superman if he can unsrp The Batman in his home base of Gotham City. The Metropolis Police were still investinaging the strange happenings at Lex Luthors party and thankfully I hadn't made headlines this time.

(Is it in his eyes?)
Oh no! You need to see!
(Is it in his size?)
Oh no! You make believe!​

I lift my eyes and look at the open door between my office and the small front area that acted as a 'lobby.' Milly hummed along to the music as it flowed from the radio. I stand up and stretch. It was past lunch time and at this point all I was doing was counting down the hours till the day ended. I idly flipped through the newspaper again to make sure I'd read everything before I folded it up and dropped it onto the other pile of today's papers on the floor. I smiled a little, I never understood why Dad used to read so many papers. I guess now I know.

I walk to the doorway and lean against it, slipping my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. Both Helena and Mom had wanted me to take today off, but I needed this. To take my mind off of tonight and mostly to take my mind off of last night. I put my fingers to my forehead and close my eyes. I wish I could blame it on a drink. How handy it would be right now to be a certifiable alocholic.

(How 'bout the way he acts?)
no no no! That's not the way!
You're not listenin' to all I'm sayin'!
If you wanna know
If he loves you so
It's in his kiss!​

My head jolts up at the last word as the memory of last night flys through my head. His arms, his eyes his lips.I walk quickly across the room as the music continues.

(That's where it is!)
Oh, yeah ! Its in his kiss!
(That's where it is!)
mmmm ! Its in his kiss!
(that's where it-​

The music is cut off as I quickly flick the radio off.

"Excuse me?" Milly looks sternly over her glasses at me. She's only a few years younger than my own mother and sometimes I wonder why I hired her in the first place. Oh yes, she was Dad's old secretary. I flop onto the sofa in the lobby.

"Sorry Milly."
She looked back to her crossword puzzle.

"What's going on with you today? You've been acting queer all day."

I raise my eyebrow at the adjective she chose and run my fingers through my short curly hair.

"Nothing..just something I'd rather not think about right now." I look out through the foggy glass into the dim hallway of the building. How on earth was he able to transfix me? NO guy can do that to me. Not even-

"Jason called."
I turn my head towards Milly.

"He did?" My heart leaps a little bit.
Milly nods placidly.

"He's feeling much better and says thank you for the dounuts." I smile as she continues. "He said he'd call back later."

I nod, he's always very proper, but I have a feeling Slam might be supervising how he treats me. Especially when it comes to matters of 'dating.' I lean my head back and rest it on the back of the couch, flopping it ti the side to look at the large vintage train clock on the wall.
3:00. I sigh and toss my arm over my eyes. Two more hours.

- - -

"I'll se you later!"

I kiss my mother on the cheek as she slips her tailored pea coat on.
"See ya." She holds a finger up.

"If you go out leave a note." she said slightly worried, she knows my habits and my ork, knowing it'll keep me out at night but I don't think she's used to it yet and I doubt she'll ever be.

"Yes ma'am. Now go whip them at Bridge."
I smile as she slips out the door, I watch the car drive away. She can be such a worried mother sometimes, but she also knows that with her and Dad as my parents I didn't have a chance to be 'normal.' I roll my eyes thinking of Josh and Howard. In many way's I think she's glad I remind her of herself.

I wait till the rear car lights fade at the end of the block before racing up the stairs. Pulling a box from the closet I open it ossing the lid on the floor. I bite my lip as I look at the contents. I'd collected them over the last few weeks nd now was the time. Just like I'd promised myself.

I quickly changed. Slipping off my jeans and T-Shirt and slipping into fishnet tights, a leather zip-up leotard, complete with fishnet sleeves, my little mini mini skirt is last. I lean over buckling up my boots and lip on my gloves before the final touch. I gently pull out my mask. I'd recreated it from my mothers own it's high peaks were a little on the theatrical side, but there was a guy going around town with a cape and a cowl with bat 'ears.'

I smile at myself in the mirror before racing to the door and stopping. Weapon. I spun and go back to the closet pulling out a metal collapsable bo staff I'd gotten for my last Birthday from one of the lesser known JSA members. I pause for a moment before grabbing a thin belt and buckling it around my waist hooking the bo staff's black leather holder onto it.

Racing down the stairs I throw on a trenchcoat to hide my ensamble. I'll have to work somethin else out but for the first night this would have to do. And why just get your feet wet when you can jump all the way in? I write out a quick note to mom before I remove my mask folding it gently into my pocket as I slip out the side door and into the garage. I put my helmet on and slide onto my cycle turning it on. The engine humming gently before I rev the engine and barrel down the driveway and towards Gotham City proper.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I made a mistake. One I don't plan on repeating.

For one, single moment, I actually thought Gotham City would become a safer place now that Freeze was put into police custody. I actually believed, for a moment that my work was done for the night.

...Then, the screams began. Seven different incidents, all from scattered areas throughout the city's confines. Seven I put a stop to.

The mistake? I allowed myself to be too focused on my victory. While this lifestyle... This 'job', is still relatively new to me... I should've known better. It's for that reason that I'm still out here, protecting Gotham to the absolute best of my abilities. No... beyond that.

It's in rare moments like these that I think back to the reason I'm doing this. My parents, sprawled across the cold, hard ground. The bullet going through the killer's chest. Gordon coming up to me. The moment my life changed. The moment... in some ways, I became.

I've never forgotten it. Not one night goes by where I'm not aware of what happened to me as a child. It's just not always on the very front of my mind. Should that be... wrong? Should I put it behind me? Live a life of normalcy?

A scream pulls me from my meditation. I look up, into the night's sky, searching for answers. They come to me with another scream. I leap from the gargoyle I'm perched on, cape spread around me like a part of my being.

A life of normalcy? For Bruce Wayne, that would be ideal. For me, however... Not until everyone else can. The question is... Whether that means I should be devoid of any happiness, along the way...

I travel through the shadows, searching for the origin of the scream. In my short lived travel... I notice something. This area... I've been here recently. What could it possibly...

I pause, immediatley, getting a look at the building across the street. The District Attorney's office? Wait... the scream... It was...

...

I leap from the shadows, to cross another rooftop. If my suspicions are correct...

I spot them. The original screamer and the thugs harassing her. Not even stopping to evaluate the situation, I leap from the shadows, and kick two of them across the back. Spinning, I smash my fist against another one, before guarding the woman myself.

Oh, and the woman? She's Rachel Dawes, my contact within the DA's office in exchange for the prosecution of Carmine 'The Roman' Falcone. I take two Batarangs out, threateningly, looking at the two remaining thugs.

"Boo."

They go running. Infact, I believe I smell the distinct scent of urine in the air, as they leave...

I put the two batarangs back into my belt, and let my cape wrap around me.

"...I could've handled them."

I look back at Dawes. An eyebrow raises under my cowl.

"Huh. That so. Didn't sound that way a couple blocks from here..."

She looks away, slightly.

"They... Well, they caught me off guard..."

"You're welcome."

She looks back at me, and sighs.

"Sorry. I'm just not used to being saved... I've lived in Gotham all of my life. No one's ever lifted a finger to help me or anyone around me. You sort of get used to it."

I know how she feels, in a way.

"Well don't. Because that was the past. Dwelling on it isn't good for a concience... Believe me."

I turn around, looking at the fallen thugs.

"Any idea who they are?"

"They came to the office, looking for Harvey. And you'll never believe who they were sent by..."

I bend down, turning one over. A rose is sticking out of his pocket. A trademark, of-

"Carmine 'The Roman' Falcone."

"That's not why I'm worried, though... They mentioned something about having a few words with Harvey after his 'little show' last night."

I turn back around. The eyebrow is arched even higher, this time.

"He was there. Harvey is roaming the streets, and he was at Falcone's penthouse last night."

I look away, assessing this information.

Harvey Dent is still alive. I knew this, from his attack on Salvatore 'The Boss' Maroni, from an earlier night... But hearing it again gives me somewhat of a reassurance. What doesn't sit well is the fact that every Dent spotting since his disappearance has been an attack on someone.

I grab the thug beneath my feet, and dig his face into some puddle water. He coughs, letting me know that I've woken him. I grab him by the hair, lift him, and slam him into the wall.

"Tell me about this 'little show' you referred to."

"JESUS! SWEET JESUS!"

"TELL ME ABOUT HARVEY DENT'S ATTACK."

"He... He showed up at the boss' penthouse, beat a couple' a the guys... faced the big man himself... Almost wasted him. Then he left. Thas' all I know!"

Somehow, I doubt that. I slam his face into the wall again.

"I'm going to need alot more than that. What he was armed with. His condition. What he said. NOW."

I twist his arm. Literally. He screams in pain.

"AHH!! AHH!!! Oh god! He... I don't know what he said! Only the Roman heard! But he was carrying... He... He had guns. Pistols, I think! And a coin! A silver dollar!"

...

A silver dollar coin?

"And his condition?"

"Boss didn't say much! But I heard... I heard him mention something about Dent's face... I don't... Please... Please, That's all I know!"

I throw him onto the ground, standing over him. He scambles to his feet and runs to the right street. Dawes crosses her arms.

"You're going to let him go?"

"There was a squad car advancing to this area a few blocks away when I came. By now..."

I hear the siren. So does she, as her expression shows.

"How did you-"

"A trained eye. I've... been fortunate to have good teachings to do the things I do."

She looks at me with a blank face. I believe I've lost her. I turn around, loosening a Bat-line from my belt.

"I should go..."

"Wait."

I stop.

"I... Thank you. For saving me, I mean... I know you didn't have to."

I look back, slightly.

"That's where you're wrong, Ms. Dawes."

Taking my line, I throw it up, and swing into the air, re-entering the shadows of the city. I did have to save her. I have to save everyone. It's my purpose, now. It's why I can't have happiness... Why I can't have my own life... So everyone else can.

I reassume my place above Gotham, on a new gargoyle, listening for any other cries of help needing to be answered.

Somewhere in this city, a District Attorney has gone mad. And somewhere else is a possible victim. I have to find one of them, before it's too late...

 

[twylight]

“Ofh”

I step back and shake my hand out as the man sinks to the dirty ground, his back sliding along the brick wall. I crack my knuckles and smile. First ‘thug down and for a worthy cause.
I lean over and scoop up the dropped purse and smile as I turn and march out of the alley.

“Here you are.” I say handing the bag back to the elderly lady to whom it belonged.

“Thank you..thank you.” She says, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

“I better call this in.” I say pointing over my shoulder at the unconscious man in the alley.

I quickly dial police HQ and cross my fingers hoping whoever it is won’t recognize my voice.

I leave the place and the code before snapping my phone shut and turning to the lady.
“Now you really shouldn’t go shopping at night.” I admonish her while I wait for the sound of sirens. They come quickly and while they are still a block away I smile and say:
“Farewell citizen!” Before I hop onto my bike. I turned and looked grimly at the scrawny thief to be that lay on the ground in the alley before revving the engine and releasing the throttle barreling off into the night.

I drive a way’s before I park and lean back a disguised look on my face.
What the (&^% am I doing? I’ve caught two muggers and one *almost* rapist. Small fry and every time I do it I feel only as if I’m some corny hero from the 40’s. I look up to the purple sky and sigh. He get’s to fly along the rooftops and here I am on the ground level. I tilt my head and look at the distances between the buildings. Hmm….

Pushing the motorcycle into a small alley I walk to the nearest fire escape and jump up. I wiggle a little bit my feet dangling inches from the ground as I tug on the ladder. It gives and releases with a *clang clang clang clang* as rush towards the ground. I catch myself and pull a little on it making sure it’s all the way down before I start climbing up it.

He thinks this city is his? I’m going to prove him wrong. He thinks he’s the only one who can break silently into houses? I purse my lips. Wrong again. I hop over the edge of the roof and land on it. I smile and look around tempted to break out singing “Chim Chimminy” as I look at the landscape of the roofs. I smile and walk across it and hop onto the other edge looking down into the dark abyss of the alley between the buildings.

He’s not powered, so how does he do it? Ropeline. Gonna have to get some of that.
I judge the distance before taking a few steps back. I take a deep breathe and run leaping across the distance between the two roofs. I land on the other one hard and let myself fall, rolling through it before coming to my feet. I dust myself off before a large smile crosses my face. That felt wonderful!

I turn and run across the roof to try it again. This time I land on my feet, my knee’s bending under me as I land in a crouch, my hands on each side balancing me.

I try a few more roofs before stopping, my breathing heavy. I sit on the edge of the roof and let my feet dangle over the edge as I lean back, my arms behind me. I tilt my head up to the night sky. Tonight wasn’t a total waste.

OOC: MB..your move…if you want.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I've been searching for at least an hour. It's proved to be a waste of time. Dent may be out of line... Even, insane, at this point due to the trauma he's endured... But he knows how to keep himself discreet.

I monitor the Eastern side from one of the taller buildings. Should Dent make a scene, I'll have him right where I...

...

...Wait a minute. Did I just see someone else up here?

I try a few more roofs before stopping, my breathing heavy. I sit on the edge of the roof and let my feet dangle over the edge as I lean back, my arms behind me. I tilt my head up to the night sky. Tonight wasn’t a total waste.

OOC: MB..your move…if you want.

Female. Blonde. Athletic build. Wears a mask and costume of familiaraity. I've seen it before...

I think back to my days training with Ted 'The WildCat' Grant. There was a picture... A distinct one that he kept in his office. They were all strangely dressed. And one of them- I pause. One of them beared almost an uncanny resemblance to who I'm looking at now...

I put the binoculars back in my belt, before firing a grapnel line out into the sky. Leaping from the rooftop, I swing forward, and let go of the line, before spreading my cape and landing a few feet away from her, on the edge.

"...Nice outfit. I can take a guess at who it's modelled after, but I'm sure I would be wasting your time, given that we both know the answer."

OOC: ... Yeah, ignore the 'Gentlemen' part of that pic.

 

[twylight]

(IC: Batman)

I've been searching for at least an hour. It's proved to be a waste of time. Dent may be out of line... Even, insane, at this point due to the trauma he's endured... But he knows how to keep himself discreet.

I monitor the Eastern side from one of the taller buildings. Should Dent make a scene, I'll have him right where I...

...

...Wait a minute. Did I just see someone else up here?



Female. Blonde. Athletic build. Wears a mask and costume of familiaraity. I've seen it before...

I think back to my days training with Ted 'The WildCat' Grant. There was a picture... A distinct one that he kept in his office. They were all strangely dressed. And one of them- I pause. One of them beared almost an uncanny resemblance to who I'm looking at now...

I put the binoculars back in my belt, before firing a grapnel line out into the sky. Leaping from the rooftop, I swing forward, and let go of the line, before spreading my cape and landing a few feet away from her, on the edge.

"...Nice outfit. I can take a guess at who it's modelled after, but I'm sure I would be wasting your time, given that we both know the answer."

OOC: ... Yeah, ignore the 'Gentlemen' part of that pic.

The sound of rustling fabric comes just before I hear the voice. Low and coarse. I turn slightly and smile, my chin on my shoulder.

"And you aren't now?"

Wow, first night out and already I get to 'meet' him.
I hate to give it up to the costume but for this meeting I feel more on his level. Instead of a hero addressing a 'citizen' it's a hero-to-hero meeting.
I stand up and turn around my arms out on each side to balance.

I look up at him.

"You don't seem to be exerting yourself tonight."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

The sound of rustling fabric comes just before I hear the voice. Low and coarse. I turn slightly and smile, my chin on my shoulder.

"And you aren't now?"

Wow, first night out and already I get to 'meet' him.
I hate to give it up to the costume but for this meeting I feel more on his level. Instead of a hero addressing a 'citizen' it's a hero-to-hero meeting.
I stand up and turn around my arms out on each side to balance.

I look up at him.

"You don't seem to be exerting yourself tonight."

The voice. I know the voice. I've heard it recently... Probably even days ago. An eyebrow arches under the cowl, as I realise...

...

I should've known. The connection to Ted Grant... Her mother being an associate... Ted's "associate's" being members of that group... And the Canary being a member of it. It all comes full circle.

I look away, not acknowledging the fact that I know who she is.

"Three muggings. Two rapings. A bridge jumper. A cat burglar. An attempted hit by the mafia. "

I should be surprised that she's doing this. When I met her, she was only a private detective. And with her... attitude, she hardly seemed like the type for masked vigiliantism.

But given that... Her mother was, now that I've gathered the evidence in my head, the former Black Canary, I'm not.

"...And a madman calling himself 'Mr. Freeze'. Exerting, yes. But I guess I've been doing it with a discretion."

I look down at her.

"And by the way. I hope I didn't break anything of value when I snuck into your bedroom the other night."

 

[twylight]

(IC: Batman)



The voice. I know the voice. I've heard it recently... Probably even days ago. An eyebrow arches under the cowl, as I realise...

...

I should've known. The connection to Ted Grant... Her mother being an associate... Ted's "associate's" being members of that group... And the Canary being a member of it. It all comes full circle.

I look away, not acknowledging the fact that I know who she is.

"Three muggings. Two rapings. A bridge jumper. A cat burglar. An attempted hit by the mafia. "

I should be surprised that she's doing this. When I met her, she was only a private detective. And with her... attitude, she hardly seemed like the type for masked vigiliantism.

But given that... Her mother was, now that I've gathered the evidence in my head, the former Black Canary, I'm not.

"...And a madman calling himself 'Mr. Freeze'. Exerting, yes. But I guess I've been doing it with a discretion."

I look down at her.

"And by the way. I hope I didn't break anything of value when I snuck into your bedroom the other night."

I should hit him right now. Right NOW!

But I can't. All I can do is smile broadly, not even in shock just out of delight.
He is a detective and somehow that makes it so much better. Rather like two career people meeting and sharing a business secret.
The fact that he's done more good tonight than myself is glossed over as well.

My smile falls as I realize something. I reach out and push him realizing as I do how childish it is.

"You JERK breaking into my house and then making me feel like you really needed me to help."

 

[Batman]

I should hit him right now. Right NOW!

But I can't. All I can do is smile broadly, not even in shock just out of delight.
He is a detective and somehow that makes it so much better. Rather like two career people meeting and sharing a business secret.
The fact that he's done more good tonight than myself is glossed over as well.

My smile falls as I realize something. I reach out and push him realizing as I do how childish it is.

"You JERK breaking into my house and then making me feel like you really needed me to help."

I don't even react to the push. She wasn't trying to kill me, with it, after all.

"Don't be fooled. What I do on the streets and what I need your help with are almost completely different. Infact, I would've contacted you earlier, had Freeze not made his attack. There's something I need you to look into, when you get the chance."

I look out at the city.

"The District Attorney is missing. The only lead I have on the matter is a statement from the Assistant DA, and a couple of possible sightings. He escaped Gotham General after attacking his doctor due to a trauma involving his injuries."

I look back at her.

"What I need help with is the DA's background. History. Anything that would expain his attacks two mafia dons within the week."

I cross my arms.

"But again, only when you get the chance, because it seems you already have plans of your own for the evening. I'm not your boss, after all."

This... is awkward, in a sense. Here I am, in a cape and cowl, talking with a woman in a mask and leather. One of whom I've allied myself with, in order to obtain nessacary information to bring down any of Gotham's underworld.

The awkward part is that she isn't trying to seclude me in ice, stab me, punch me, kick me, or anything else that I've encountered with... other costumed people.

"Although, If you do want to help with this part of the job, aswell..."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze sits inside of his special cell in Arkham. He looks at the special ice-sculptures that he made from the ice in his cell.

They're images of his wife Nora dancing and he has them sitting on the window sill of his cell so it gives the illusion of Nora dancing on the lake. he looks at them and begins to feel himself smile.

He hears a tapping on his cell-door. It is one of the guards who says, "Here's your dinner and a copy of that magazine you wanted."

He sees a plateful of "Eskimo-Pies" and a copy of "Scientific Journal Weekly"

Freeze begins to eat his meal and read the magazine. As he begins reading something makes him stop in his tracks. He says, "No!NO!NO!NO!!!!!"

He then flies into a rage and smashes the ice-sculptures on his window-sill. He then screams, "BEN CARLSON YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS I SWEAR!How dare you stand on top of the grave of your own daughter and my work just for a profit!"

He throws down his magazine and begins plotting his escape. The magazine article is entitled, "Carlson Industries to begin experimental cancer cure trials by the end of the year!"

 

[SuperFerret]

"So, how'd he take it?" Sophie, my 'boss' at the Gotham Public Library, asked me as I told her about what happened at school yesterday. She handed me another book to put up on the high shelves.

"Who? Dad?" I answer, placing the book in it's rightful place on the shelf, "He was soo ticked off, he even ordered me to go down to the precinct to meet him after work."

I hop down off the ladder, landing gracefully in a crouch.

"I hate it when you do that you know."

"Yeah, I know. But since I'm going to meet Dad today, I'm gonna miss gymnastics class, which sucks completely, so I have to make up for it."

She doesn't seem amused. Sophie's usually pretty cool, probably since she's only twenty-two and she actually remembers what it's like to be sixteen, but she's still easily spooked whenever I do something acrobatic (which is usually why I do it, though there are alot of times when I do something without thinking about it).

"Well, anyway," she looks at her watch, "it looks to be about time for you to leave."

"What? I still have another hour."

"Go have fun before going to meet with Daddy dearest, I'll cover for you." I was already gone before the "cover for you" part.

****​

An hour later, I'm sitting in Dad's office waiting for him to get out of a meeting with Commissioner Loeb. Spinning in his chair was fun for about five minutes, but now I'm just sitting and staring out the window. No wonder Dad loves being here, he gets a gorgeous view of the sunset from here. Wow. That's all I can think when I see it. Wow.

"Hello there, Miss." Dad's voice says suddenly, his stern tone making me jump in my seat.

"Daddy!" I yelp, startled, turning away from the window to face him, "You surprised me."

"You surprised me, hitting that girl yesterday." he replies, his face showing his disappointment plainly.

"Dad, I explained that already." I mutter, hanging my head in shame. I didn't want to look him in the eye right now.

"Look, just sit in that chair there," he points to a chair by the door, "and just read until I'm done with work, then we'll grab something for dinner, and go home. Then, I'll decide on an appropriate punishment for you."

 

[batnkevlar]

(OOC: Sorry for my absence)





Clark stands, his head aching and his ears ringing from the hit. Blood trickles down his nose. Okay, time to change tactics.

Clark shoots up at the armored man, grabs him, and throws him out onto the lake before he can process what's going on. The man stops mid air several hundred feet away, and begins firing a spray of bullets at Clark. Clark flies at him, letting the bullets bounce off of his chest. They sting slightly, Whatever these are, they must be tough. Heavy heavy armor peircing rounds of some kind but Clark shrugs them off. He slams into the armored man, sending both of them barrelling into the water.

"Thanks, man."

"What?"

"Water's a conductor."

The man's suit releases a powerful taser shock, sending waves of pain through Clark's body. Clark lets go, and flies into the air. He begins firing at the armored man with blasts of heat vision. He dodges them, and punches Clark right across the jaw. He then proceeds to punch him in the gut, knee him in the crotch, and deliver a strike to his throat. He grabs Clark by the hair, and holds his rocket launcher up to his face.

"Nighty night."

Just before the armored man fires the rocket, Clark grabs his arm and points it up at the sky. Then, before the armored man can react, Clark ripps off a weakened section of his suit, exposing the wires. He barrels the two of them into the water, and flies back into the air before they hit it. The water shorts out the man's suit. Clark grabs him, heads back to the boat, and drops him onto the deck.

Back on the boat, Lois watches as a barely visible blur streaks past, and the armored man falls from the sky. Slowly, and causiously, she walks onto the deck to isnpect the scene. Suddenly, she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns around, startled.

"Lois?"

"Christ, Clark, you scared me."

"Lois, I think I found a life boat, we.....is that the guy with the weapons that was just in the sky fifteen minutes ago?"

"Yeah."

"What the hell happened?"

"I'm not sure."

Lois looks up at the sky, towards the city.

"But I think it might have something to do with 'superman'."

I sit in my private room on the yacht. It's still afloat, I reckon, and police are swarming over the wreckage of the Lexoskel. Reporters are everywhere, but what to report? Nothing that can be linked to me, I assure you. Nothing at all. Everything's been wiped clean. Kowalski himself is braindead, I made sure of that. Nanites have their uses.

The Kasnians won't be buying the Lexoskel 5000 this time around. I knew that. Instead, I used this experience to learn more about our unmasked vigilante. Our "hero", our menace.

Armor piercing rounds can't harm him.

He can fly.

He has some sort of fire vision, concussive or heat needs to be found out.

He is superfast.

He can rip the Lexoskel with his bare hands.

I watch the vid replays I had surrounding the yacht and some in the sky, off hidden bots. He seems to speed off after his victory, yet I can't see where.

The Kasnians won't buy the Lexoskel 5000 this round. But with the opcoming modifications that will replace this anti-meta model, I can cost them an arm and a leg for the updated suit.

Maybe a country?

I love the way I think...

 

[twylight]

I don't even react to the push. She wasn't trying to kill me, with it, after all.

"Don't be fooled. What I do on the streets and what I need your help with are almost completely different. Infact, I would've contacted you earlier, had Freeze not made his attack. There's something I need you to look into, when you get the chance."

I look out at the city.

"The District Attorney is missing. The only lead I have on the matter is a statement from the Assistant DA, and a couple of possible sightings. He escaped Gotham General after attacking his doctor due to a trauma involving his injuries."

I look back at her.

"What I need help with is the DA's background. History. Anything that would expain his attacks two mafia dons within the week."

I cross my arms.

"But again, only when you get the chance, because it seems you already have plans of your own for the evening. I'm not your boss, after all."

This... is awkward, in a sense. Here I am, in a cape and cowl, talking with a woman in a mask and leather. One of whom I've allied myself with, in order to obtain nessacary information to bring down any of Gotham's underworld.

The awkward part is that she isn't trying to seclude me in ice, stab me, punch me, kick me, or anything else that I've encountered with... other costumed people.

"Although, If you do want to help with this part of the job, aswell..."

I cross my arms and study him before letting out a sigh.
Well, tonight was a bust, I mean. I really felt like this was what I needed but right now I'd rather be doing gumshoe work. Beating the cement for information. I smile, threatening information out of people.

I twist my mouth slightly and look away before tilting my head and turn to look at him.

"Well I think we all know how well I did tonight."

I don't think he's been watching me. I have a pretty good sense of that but still....The DA. Harvey Dent....Slam commented on him quite a bit and the papers had mentioned him several times. Namely because of his dissappearance and the attack on the Mafia Don's

"I can get the information for you by tomorrow evening." I speak absently as I shuffle through my mental file deciding which favors I should call in for this one.

I sigh, suddenly feeling tired. I can hear Gotham City's clock chiming in the distance, 2 o'clock. And judging by the dark sky I'd say it was in the morning and not afternoon. Right now I just wish I was in bed.

" I'll be in my office when you want the info." I look up again at the man in black. I reach up and flick at the bat 'ears' on the cowl as I walk past.


"Night!" I jump off the edge and land with a clang on the fire escape below.

Graceful...real graceful.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I cross my arms and study him before letting out a sigh.
Well, tonight was a bust, I mean. I really felt like this was what I needed but right now I'd rather be doing gumshoe work. Beating the cement for information. I smile, threatening information out of people.

I twist my mouth slightly and look away before tilting my head and turn to look at him.

"Well I think we all know how well I did tonight."

I don't think he's been watching me. I have a pretty good sense of that but still....The DA. Harvey Dent....Slam commented on him quite a bit and the papers had mentioned him several times. Namely because of his dissappearance and the attack on the Mafia Don's

"I can get the information for you by tomorrow evening." I speak absently as I shuffle through my mental file deciding which favors I should call in for this one.

I sigh, suddenly feeling tired. I can hear Gotham City's clock chiming in the distance, 2 o'clock. And judging by the dark sky I'd say it was in the morning and not afternoon. Right now I just wish I was in bed.

" I'll be in my office when you want the info." I look up again at the man in black. I reach up and flick at the bat 'ears' on the cowl as I walk past.


"Night!" I jump off the edge and land with a clang on the fire escape below.

Graceful...real graceful.

I watch as she jumps off the edge, and hear the clang. This is going to be an... interesting partnership, to say the least. But if she stays true to her word about the information on Dent... I'll know that it'll have been worth it.

I take my grapple line, and fire it into the sky, before swinging away. Tapping a button on the side of my cowl, I listen as the phone rings, before landing on another gargoyle.

"Gotham Police Department."

"Gordon. I've gathered some new information on Dent that you might want to know. Meet me on the roof in three minutes."

"Well, actually...There might be a problem. You see, My-"

"It won't be long. Just enough to get your department to begin an investigation. I'll be in touch..."

I push the button again, before leaping off the gargoyle. It's time I made use of this 'inner circle' I've created to work for Gotham...

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

Iv been standing outside of the ruins of my home for the past hour and a half and James isnt here.

"I thought you said we could trust this guy?"

"We can."

"Than where the hell is he?"

"Somthing major must of happened, he wouldnt of missed our meeting unless it was important."

Lets get out of here, im feeling really exposed."

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

"Alright lets go."

As I start walking down the start I hear the sound of glass breaking, I look intime to see the creep drop the rock he used to break the window and start to climb into the house. I look down at the ground and shake my head.

"Let me take care of him."

Im not in the mood to argue with him.

"Ok."

I walk across the street and toward the creep who luckily was having a hard time crawling into the window. I grab him by his legs and yank him back out of the window. He pulls a gun which I yank out of his hand before he could even aim it at me.

"You know what they used to do to theifs back in the dark ages?"

"Please please don't hurt me, I wasent going to harm anyone I was just going to take some of they're s**t to pawn."

"I SAID do you know what they used to do to theifs back in the dark ages?"

"I I don't know man."

"They'd cut one of the theif's hands off."

I pin him against the side of the house and grab a large piece of the broken window.

"Hold out your arm."

"Pl please don't do this."

"HOLD OUT YOUR ARM OR IM CUTTING SOMETHING ELSE OFF!!"

He hesitantly holds out his arm, I slam his arm against the side of the house and with a single swip the piece glass slices through his wrist and sprays blood along the side of the house. He slides to the ground staring at the bloody stump where his hand should of been, I turn and start to walk down the street as his screams echo along the once quiet neighborhood.

 

[Trigger]

Conner hated press junkets. The press always ate up what he said, and then spat it back out at him in some twisted manner. That’s why he took Chloe’s advice and opted for a small in person interview with Snapper Carr. Conner had wanted to do a Vickie Vale interview, but she would ask too many questions that Conner wouldn’t be able to answer.

Snapper asked to do the interview on the set of his new movie, The Ravers. His co-stars Hero Cruz and Cody Driscoll snuck their way into the interview by simply pretending to be headed off of the set. If that wasn’t enough, Snapper also insisted that they dress in costume for the camera. Conner’s costume was skin tight and chaffed. From the outset, Conner knew nothing good would come from this interview.

Snapper received a signal from the camera man that told him that he was good to go, and started right away with the questions.

“So Conner, do you mind telling me a little about this new movie you’re currently working on?”

“Our new flick, The Ravers, is a feel good movie about teenagers who embark on intergalactic adventures. I play the new kid on the block, and Hero and Cody play my friends.”

“Do you do a lot of your own stunts in this flick? Your telekinetic powers must be a great asset.”

Conner smiled and nodded in agreement with Snapper. He didn’t want to say out loud that the only reason he was hired was because he had telekinetic powers.

“Conner’s powers have really ensured a sense of stability and confidence in all of the stunt crew members.” Hero added.

“Speaking of Conner’s powers, how has the situation with Young Justice affected your usage? Has the stress from leading a real super group been difficult to cope with?”

Upon agreeing to this interview, Chloe had convinced all of YJ that this would be the interview that Conner would announce the groups break-up. Chloe advised him to wait for the right time, and now it had come.

“Actually, Young Justice is no more.”

Snapper’s face widened in shock; he never got the scoop in an interview.

“R-really? What made you come to this decision? How’s the group handling this?”

“We had a meeting immediately following Hank Hall’s funeral. None of us like putting ourselves in that kind of danger, you know?”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, the group wanted to cut our losses before something more tragic happens.”

Snapper stopped talking and just nodded for a second, letting the buzz from his newly acquired high last a bit longer. Hero straightened up in his chair and stared jealously at Conner. Conner stared back at Hero in mild amusement. Did Hero really think he’d be intimidated by some B-list actor after fighting crazy albino men with guns and teenagers who could cause natural disasters.

Snapper picking up on the tension, pushed the interview along, “ Cody, recently there have been reports that you’ve been engaging in petty thievery. Is any of that true?”

Cody, who hadn’t been paying much attention to the interview stopped staring at the ground and straightened up.

“Wha-? No, no I haven’t stolen anything.”

“Really?”

“Y-yeah! I’ve been too busy doing this flick-”

“But you would be stealing if you weren’t filming a movie?”

“No…”

Conner’s cell phone suddenly rang. He thought he turned it off, but checked to see was calling anyway. He’d hate to have missed someone important.

Bette Kane
404- 234- 9239

Conner sighed, whatever she was calling him up for could wait. He tucked the phone back into his pocket and continued his staring match with Hero Cruz.

* * * * * * *

The pounding on Bette’s bathroom door continued. The Asian guy who had broken into her home wasn’t after money or cash- he was after her. She was able to duck into her bathroom, but that wasn’t going to be much help if he insisted on stabbing her bathroom door with his sword.

Bette dialed Conner’s cell phone on her house phone again, but he didn’t answer.
The pounding on her door increased in intensity.

“What do you want from me!”

No answer to her query came. The door rattled with each and every blow. Tears streaked down her eyes as she realized how useless her situation was. She stopped standing in front of the door and crawled into her shower. She pulled back the curtain and call Conner’s cell phone again.

* * * * * * *

The interview ended with Hero making a lame speech about violence and the struggles of a gays in the acting business. The camera and Snapper ate it up, but Conner saw through it. As they were headed off the set, Hero tried to approach Conner once more. He saw Conner busying himself over at the free food counter for the film crew. Hero took a deep breath before taking a few steps up to the counter.

“Hey.”

Conner stacked a few donuts on to a plate and began to pour some coke into a paper cup as if he didn’t hear Hero.

“Excuse me!” Hero said louder.

A few people turned to look at Hero, but none said anything to him. Conner looked over his shoulder, but continued pouring his coke.

“Hmmm?”

“I wanted to, you know, apologize.”

“Okay.” Conner said nonchalantly to Hero; his back still turned to him.

“I’m not normally such a jerk. It’s just...when you work in this business someone’s always trying to one up you, ya know?”

Conner remained quiet. He picked up his food and casually made his way to a free table. He took a big bite out of his donut and watched Hero give his apology.

“When I heard you was signing on for this project, my first reaction was complete shock. I mean, you’re like a real superhero! You don’t need these special effects to help you with your scenes. I guess I got jealous. Are you paying attention? I’m practically giving you a monologue here!”

Conner nodded. On some level most, if not all, psychics are empathetic. The minute Hero started speaking to him, Conner had been trying to read Hero’s feelings. He wasn’t being insincere when he made his apology, so Conner decided to actually pay attention to his apology.

“Yeah, I was listening. It was really nice of you to apologize.”

“Cool, so I was thinking-”

Conner’s cell phone vibrated violently on top of the table he was eating at. Conner sighed, but he picked up the phone anyway. He checked the caller ID again and was not surprised that it was Bette.

“Hello?”

There was silence for a moment. Conner could hear some kind of scraping noise in the background.

“Hello?”

The noise continued. The hairs on his neck began to stand up. He had received a call similar to this before.

“Wrong number.” said a voice over the dragging noise.

The other end hung up suddenly. Conner dialed up his father immediately. The last time he got a call like this, Hank ended up dead on his suite floor with his hand cut off.

* * * * * * * *

Martha Hall fainted on to the floor when she got the news. Why couldn’t her baby just rest? He had worked so hard when he was alive and now he was dead. What ever happened to respecting the dead?

“Are you sure?” Judge Hall asked the detective.

“Yes, the morgue called my office this morning with the news.”

“Why would someone steal my son’s corpse? What could they possibly get from it?”

“We’re not sure. We’re still investigating. I just wanted to inform you and-

Judge Hall began yelling at the detective before he could finish his sentence. Don picked up his fainted mother and placed her on one of the couches in the Hall’s living room. After he laid her down, Don walked into the foyer of their mansion and leaned against a wall dejectedly.

If Hank saw him now, he’d be pissed off. Don knew that whoever stole this body wasn’t going to be tracked down by the cops. He had to do this himself. He had to proof to himself that he could still function without the presence of his twin around. Don reached into his pocket and pulled out a Lexcorp cell phone. There was only one person who could help him now.

“Hello, is this the Jones’ residence? Is Conner around….?”

 

[SuperFerret]

The phone rings in Dad's office, startling him and waking me up from the nap I was taking in my comfy little chair. What time is it? 1:30 a.m.? Damn, it's late. Lucky for me I can't go to school tomorrow.

"Gotham Police Department."

Dad listens intently to whoever he's speaking to, and he glances up at me three or four times. Who's he talking to?

"Well, actually...There might be a problem. You see, My-"

Dad pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at it oddly.

They hung up on him.

He looks at me for another time. Stares at me this time, like he's thinking about something.

He sighs. "C'mon, there's someone I have to meet." he says standing and grabbing his coat.

I stand too, and grab my own coat. "Who?"

"Someone you should meet. He'll show you what happens to people who can't vent their anger in a productive way."

And then I follow him, up to the roof. The roof?

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I swing across the Gotham rooftops. Normally, to about any other man, this would seem like suicide. Especially over thirty feet off the ground. And I mean over.

However, it doesn't even phase me. My heart doesn't skip another beat. I don't become nervous. Just more focused. Oh, the wonders of training with fearless zealots and agents who do things many would only dream of...

I think about Harvey Dent. The District Attorney. Everything I've learned about him leaves me concerned for the safety of Gotham. It shouldn't, considering he's the District Attorney... I should feel oppositely. Of course, I should feel that way about the majority of the Police Department, aswell. The majority of the people who run this city.

Now I know why I'm taking Dent's situation so personally. It's because it reminds me, in every moment that he's still out there, why I should be too. Why that 'life of normalcy' I thought of previously is such a long way off, if at all.

I leap from the line, landing in a shadowy corner of the Police Department's rooftop, just as the door opens. Perfect timing.

I step forward, seeing Gordon come out. Then, I stop, when I realise something. Someone's following him up here. I watch, as a young girl steps out behind him. Redheaded. Under 6'0 tall, showing her age. A teenager... Within the range of 15 or 16. No more, no less.

I consider stepping out now that she's here. Why would he bring-

...

His daughter. This is his daughter... The one that we partly based our alliance around... The prospect of protecting his wife and children.

Gordon brought her here knowing there could be concequences to both my secrecy and her... well, psyche, seeing someone like me, but he did it anyway. That alone assures me he knows what he's doing. I have nothing to worry about.

After less than a minute of speculation, I finally step forward, near them both. If anything, this is what I get for cutting people off too soon...

"I didn't expect a guest, tonight."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The venier of meekness and gentleness that had enveloped Mr. Freeze was now gone.

Escape from here should be simple enough....just a matter of angles.

Freeze begins to use one of the ice-shards in his cell to bore a hole through the padding in his cell. He then uses it to bore a hole through two of the pipes providing cold to his cell. He then covers the hole back up with a poem he had been working on for Nora.

Once the temperature level drops below a certain point I will be moved, however they will not have enough time to prepare another cell. Therefore they will have to allow me to use my suit...stripped down of course, but they do not know the secret of the suit...now it is a matter of patentice.

 

[SuperFerret]

(IC: Batman)

I swing across the Gotham rooftops. Normally, to about any other man, this would seem like suicide. Especially over thirty feet off the ground. And I mean over.

However, it doesn't even phase me. My heart doesn't skip another beat. I don't become nervous. Just more focused. Oh, the wonders of training with fearless zealots and agents who do things many would only dream of...

I think about Harvey Dent. The District Attorney. Everything I've learned about him leaves me concerned for the safety of Gotham. It shouldn't, considering he's the District Attorney... I should feel oppositely. Of course, I should feel that way about the majority of the Police Department, aswell. The majority of the people who run this city.

Now I know why I'm taking Dent's situation so personally. It's because it reminds me, in every moment that he's still out there, why I should be too. Why that 'life of normalcy' I thought of previously is such a long way off, if at all.

I leap from the line, landing in a shadowy corner of the Police Department's rooftop, just as the door opens. Perfect timing.

I step forward, seeing Gordon come out. Then, I stop, when I realise something. Someone's following him up here. I watch, as a young girl steps out behind him. Redheaded. Under 6'0 tall, showing her age. A teenager... Within the range of 15 or 16. No more, no less.

I consider stepping out now that she's here. Why would he bring-

...

His daughter. This is his daughter... The one that we partly based our alliance around... The prospect of protecting his wife and children.

Gordon brought her here knowing there could be concequences to both my secrecy and her... well, psyche, seeing someone like me, but he did it anyway. That alone assures me he knows what he's doing. I have nothing to worry about.

After less than a minute of speculation, I finally step forward, near them both. If anything, this is what I get for cutting people off too soon...

"I didn't expect a guest, tonight."

My eyes go wide as the voice cuts through the night, I spin around looking for it's source, but come up with nothing, until I look closer. A shadowy figure, just out of the light. Tall, broad, horned. Horned?

Oh my god.

Dad knows the Bat Man.

"She's here due to unforeseen circumstances, ignore her. What do you have for me tonight?"

The Bat Man hesitates and looks directly at me, I can see his eyes now, through the darkness. They send a chill down my spine. I don't think I've ever been this scared since that time we went to the circus when I was seven. But this guy is much, much scarier than any clown, I'm sure of that.

I can't stand him looking at me, and I turn away, looking out over the city. It still doesn't calm my nerves.

"Don't worry, she can be trusted. Tell me what you've got."

How can Dad be so casual around.. that?

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

My eyes go wide as the voice cuts through the night, I spin around looking for it's source, but come up with nothing, until I look closer. A shadowy figure, just out of the light. Tall, broad, horned. Horned?

Oh my god.

Dad knows the Bat Man.

"She's here due to unforeseen circumstances, ignore her. What do you have for me tonight?"

The Bat Man hesitates and looks directly at me, I can see his eyes now, through the darkness. They send a chill down my spine. I don't think I've ever been this scared since that time we went to the circus when I was seven. But this guy is much, much scarier than any clown, I'm sure of that.

I can't stand him looking at me, and I turn away, looking out over the city. It still doesn't calm my nerves.

"Don't worry, she can be trusted. Tell me what you've got."

How can Dad be so casual around.. that?

I watch as the girl turns away. My prescence... well, it has that affect. I just didn't have it intent for the innocent. I turn to Gordon, ignoring her. For her, actually, since even my stare seems to leave her in a state of almost blatant panick.

"Your friend, The District Attorney? He was spotted again last night. But this time he confronted Falcone himself. And it wasn't a housecall, I can assure you."

 

[SuperFerret]

(IC: Batman)



I watch as the girl turns away. My prescence... well, it has that affect. I just didn't have it intent for the innocent. I turn to Gordon, ignoring her. For her, actually, since even my stare seems to leave her in a state of almost blatant panick.

"Your friend, The District Attorney? He was spotted again last night. But this time he confronted Falcone himself. And it wasn't a housecall, I can assure you."

"Damn it Harvey." Dad sounded upset, very upset. It makes sense, Mr. Dent was his best friend, is his best friend. "What exactly did he do?"