The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)

"Given the fact that you would probably know your enemies better than I would, I was about to ask you the same question."

I've formed an allieance with a potentially dangerous man, emotionally scarred by a trauma that occured both in his childhood, and recently. The only fact that concerns me more is the fact that I could easily fit that description, aswell.

Maybe that's part of the reason I said that I'd do it.

"But if we are to start anywhere, Let's review the basics of the situation. Whoever conducted the attack on you and your home had to have ties to the mafia, given the professionalism and discreetness of the blast. They would have had to set up the bomb without your or your wife's knowledge."

I almost hate repeating all of this, to him. I know I would rather not hear the details of my parents death repeated to me in this detail. But it's nessacary, if we're to find the person or person's responsible.

"They would've also had to have a personal vendetta against you. Since it isn't Boss Maroni or The Roman... The question is... What other mafia leaders had a vendetta against you so great that they'd do something like this?"

{Harvey Dent}

"But if we are to start anywhere, Let's review the basics of the situation. Whoever conducted the attack on you and your home had to have ties to the mafia, given the professionalism and discreetness of the blast. They would have had to set up the bomb without your or your wife's knowledge."

"Wait the bomb wasent set, Gilda said that it came in the mail. It was addressed to me and had no return address."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"But if we are to start anywhere, Let's review the basics of the situation. Whoever conducted the attack on you and your home had to have ties to the mafia, given the professionalism and discreetness of the blast. They would have had to set up the bomb without your or your wife's knowledge."

"Wait the bomb wasent set, Gilda said that it came in the mail. It was addressed to me and had no return address."

I raise an eyebrow. It's... that simple to attack someone with a bomb, these days? Good god...

"Then we're at square one. It could've been anyone. Even someone outside of the mob circuit. But it was still someone who hated you enough to do it."

I rethink the situation. Dent's prosecuted hundreds of criminals... The suspects list is almost triplified, with that information given to me. I have to eliminate suspects, fast. Any of them still serving a prison sentance isn't likely. It has to be someone that's either served a full sentacne, as an attack motivated by a thirst for revenge... Or...

I turn to Dent.

"What case were you working on at the time of the blast?"

The entire notion that someone would blow up Dent's home instead of face him in an actual confrontational attack leads me to believe the person responsible was either cowardice, or desperate. Someone that was about to be indeibted... It's a rough start, but it could lead somewhere.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I raise an eyebrow. It's... that simple to attack someone with a bomb, these days? Good god...

"Then we're at square one. It could've been anyone. Even someone outside of the mob circuit. But it was still someone who hated you enough to do it."

I rethink the situation. Dent's prosecuted hundreds of criminals... The suspects list is almost triplified, with that information given to me. I have to eliminate suspects, fast. Any of them still serving a prison sentance isn't likely. It has to be someone that's either served a full sentacne, as an attack motivated by a thirst for revenge... Or...

I turn to Dent.

"What case were you working on at the time of the blast?"

The entire notion that someone would blow up Dent's home instead of face him in an actual confrontational attack leads me to believe the person responsible was either cowardice, or desperate. Someone that was about to be indeibted... It's a rough start, but it could lead somewhere.

{Harvey Dent}

"What case were you working on at the time of the blast?"


"Maroni's case, I took his case the day of the explosion.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"What case were you working on at the time of the blast?"


"Maroni's case, I took his case the day of the explosion.

Salvatore 'The Boss' Maroni. Dent's first suspect in the murder. Dent himself questioned Maroni, and somehow, believed him when he denyed the murder. The only reason I know this is because Maroni is still standing, and Dent is still looking for a murderer.

I've read up on Maroni. Aswell as Falcone and other connections they have, during the research I did on the city's mafia element before becoming Batman. Maroni isn't alone, in the buisness. He's apart of a crime family, much like Falcone. Unlike Falcone, His family is also stationed within Gotham City.

Two that stand out within my memory. Limberto and Pino Maroni. The sons of The Boss, as they were called on police records. They have only a slightly lesser rank than Savatore himself. But enough...

...

Enough to call out a hit in their father's favor. Even without his knowledge.

"Maroni has two sons. Limberto and Pino. They run one of his operations at the Restraunt Italianto, and act as representatives to any Falcone buisness dealings his organisation has. They'd have the proper access to knowledge of you taking on the case. They have the nessacary amount of power to have access to the bomb."

I cross my arms, under the cape.

"And they have motive. They're the only ones within Maroni's organisation that can authorise any sort of hits without his consent. And they most likely knew your reputation for prosecuting figures of Maroni's status."

It's all coming together. Two loving sons. Both with the right amount of power. Maroni's innoncence in the matter, credible enough to convince Dent. Maroni, being the last case that Harvey Dent took prior to his attempted murder.

"You asked where we should start? I'm beginning to see where..."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



Salvatore 'The Boss' Maroni. Dent's first suspect in the murder. Dent himself questioned Maroni, and somehow, believed him when he denyed the murder. The only reason I know this is because Maroni is still standing, and Dent is still looking for a murderer.

I've read up on Maroni. Aswell as Falcone and other connections they have, during the research I did on the city's mafia element before becoming Batman. Maroni isn't alone, in the buisness. He's apart of a crime family, much like Falcone. Unlike Falcone, His family is also stationed within Gotham City.

Two that stand out within my memory. Limberto and Pino Maroni. The sons of The Boss, as they were called on police records. They have only a slightly lesser rank than Savatore himself. But enough...

...

Enough to call out a hit in their father's favor. Even without his knowledge.

"Maroni has two sons. Limberto and Pino. They run one of his operations at the Restraunt Italianto, and act as representatives to any Falcone buisness dealings his organisation has. They'd have the proper access to knowledge of you taking on the case. They have the nessacary amount of power to have access to the bomb."

I cross my arms, under the cape.

"And they have motive. They're the only ones within Maroni's organisation that can authorise any sort of hits without his consent. And they most likely knew your reputation for prosecuting figures of Maroni's status."

It's all coming together. Two loving sons. Both with the right amount of power. Maroni's innoncence in the matter, credible enough to convince Dent. Maroni, being the last case that Harvey Dent took prior to his attempted murder.

"You asked where we should start? I'm beginning to see where..."

{Harvey Dent}

Damn! I didnt think to question Maroni's sons, but it would make sense. Maroni couldnt organize anything while he was in prison, thinking about it starts to make my blood boil.

"You asked where we should start? I'm beginning to see where..."

"I think we should pay them a little visit."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

Damn! I didnt think to question Maroni's sons, but it would make sense. Maroni couldnt organize anything while he was in prison, thinking about it starts to make my blood boil.

"You asked where we should start? I'm beginning to see where..."

"I think we should pay them a little visit."

"Then we should get going. My car's out infront. It'll be faster if we take that, trust me.", I say, turning around.

I'm leading the District Attorney of Gotham City on an assault to the buisness front of a well known mobster's sons, to question them in the murder of his wife and the physical scarring of himself. This isn't rational. Letting him stay on the streets in itself isn't rational, but I still owe it to Gordon and Dawes.

I walk out first, looking to see if anyone else has entered the area. When I spot no one, I signal for Dent to come out of the shadows. He does. We make our way to The Batmobile. Deactivating the burglary system, Dent and I watch as the split windows slide open, revealing the cockpit.

I look at him.

"Don't touch anything. The controls are ...sensitive. Push a button and you're likely to activate the eject mechanism.", I say, as we both get in. I strap in my seat beat, before remembering something as the windows close again.

"Oh, and one other thing. You might want to hang on.", I add, before pushing the throttle forward. The Batmobile rockets away from the area at an alarming speed.

I pray we're going after the right people. The sooner we get this solved, the sooner I can get Dent the proper medical attention for his face, and the sooner I can move onto finding the 'Laughing Killer'...

 

[King Of The sea]

hello im new i was wondering what this is, is it for the new JLA??

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



"Then we should get going. My car's out infront. It'll be faster if we take that, trust me.", I say, turning around.

I'm leading the District Attorney of Gotham City on an assault to the buisness front of a well known mobster's sons, to question them in the murder of his wife and the physical scarring of himself. This isn't rational. Letting him stay on the streets in itself isn't rational, but I still owe it to Gordon and Dawes.

I walk out first, looking to see if anyone else has entered the area. When I spot no one, I signal for Dent to come out of the shadows. He does. We make our way to The Batmobile. Deactivating the burglary system, Dent and I watch as the split windows slide open, revealing the cockpit.

I look at him.

"Don't touch anything. The controls are ...sensitive. Push a button and you're likely to activate the eject mechanism.", I say, as we both get in. I strap in my seat beat, before remembering something as the windows close again.

"Oh, and one other thing. You might want to hang on.", I add, before pushing the throttle forward. The Batmobile rockets away from the area at an alarming speed.

I pray we're going after the right people. The sooner we get this solved, the sooner I can get Dent the proper medical attention for his face, and the sooner I can move onto finding the 'Laughing Killer'...

{Harvey Dent}

"Then we should get going. My car's out infront. It'll be faster if we take that, trust me."

I follow Batman to his car, well car is the wrong word for it. A tank sounds more like it. Batman presses a button on his belt and a load mechanical beep come from the car and than the window opens up revealing the cockpit.

"Don't touch anything. The controls are ...sensitive. Push a button and you're likely to activate the eject mechanism."

"Got it don't touch anything."

I climb into this monster and strap myself into the passenger seat as the window closes back up around us.

"Oh, and one other thing. You might want to hang on."

He pulls a lever forward and the car rockets forward pushing me deeper into the seat, I couldnt help but let out a laugh.

"Damn man where the hell can I get one of these."

 

[twylight]

I sigh and lean against the desk, my feet out in front of me to brace me against the edge of my desk. I glance at the time as the ominous “tick-tick-tick” of the large train station clock echoes in my empty and semi dark office. I darkness I thought he’d appreciate. I blow a wavy strand of wayward hair out of my face and watch the clocks second hand as it jolts for each passing second. I look at the window again, half expecting him to be standing there, but he’s not.

Figures.
I don’t exactly have copious amounts of time I’ve still got that Sol matter. I roll my eyes. He does think the world revolves around him, typical. He has no training at all in the way’s of being a ‘hero’ only a thug who can punch things and has great detective skill. Well, so do I just because I haven’t been able to figure out who he is. I shrug to myself, it will come in time and I haven’t exactly been applying myself.

I run my hands along my jeaned thighs and delicately pick up the Ziploc bag containing the Joker Card. I hold it gently between my middle and index finger, turning it slowly before placing it in my palm. Hmm…a Joker card. I shove myself off from the desk and walk towards the closet opening it I step in, it’s a little cramped but was always good enough for dad’s use and it works for mine as well. A small desk with a microscope and some chemicals, I flick the light on flooding the small area. I pull out the card gently from the bag and focus it in. Hmm…that’s interesting….

Dee de dee de dede de do

I pull out my cell.

“Hello Lance Therapeutic Massage.”

“Dinah? What are you doing?”

“Hey mom. Just some late night stuff that’s all.”

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s not happy.

“I want you home…strange things are happening.”

“I know.”

Her voice sounds strained.
“No this man that killed someone with the laughing chemical, Dinah it isn’t safe.”

Oh, now I get it. It reminds her too much of the villains with the shticks that she had.
“Mom, I’m no where near that case…”

Yet.

“I’ll be just fine, and I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

She hesitates slightly.
“Alright. Be careful.” I smile.

“Always am.” I flip my phone shut and lean back over the microscope hoping the see the same thing I saw before.

RING RING

The large ring of the rotary dialer makes me jump. Should probably get that, I glance at the microscope as the phone rings.
I sigh and put the card away before opening the closet, flipping the light off and answering the phone. This time with something more professional.

“Lance Investigations.”

“And what’s a pretty girl doing out on a night like this?”

I smile broadly into the phone upon hearing the rugged voice.

“Uncle Ted!”

“One and only.”
I perch myself on the desk.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, technicalities.” He said brushing off my challenge.

“What warrants the late night call? Mom put you up to this?”

“Unlike some I don’t follow your mothers orders.” He said as a small poke to Slam.

“Just callin’ to check up on my girl. How have you been Pretty Bird?” I give a little start at the nickname, since..Roy had used it recently and also because it reminded me of Dad.

“Can’t complain, life’s been good and busy.”

“Life in the big city is always busy. Especially for PI’s, what about the new guy in town?”

I twirl the cord around my finger and frown a bit.

“Is that what you called about? The Batman?”

“Actually called to see if you could fit an old man in between all the handsome young men vying for your attention.”

“Not a problem there, guys aren’t exactly jumping out of the wood work.” Images of Roy and Jason flashed through my brain. I pushed them down as my natural instinct was piqued at his mention of Batman.
“Why the comment on Batman?”

“Figured you’d fixate on that. I’m actually more interested in if he has any friends who have a penchance for fishnet’s.”

I smile gleefully.
‘If mom could hear you now.”

“Good thing she can’t. She’d take me out for sure, she’s still fit and able.”

I look down at the desk between my leg’s. She certaintly is, I hate seeing her still so sad about Dad’s death and I hate seeing a once great freedom fighter relegated to arranging flowers and playing bridge.

“Don’t let it get to you.”

I shake my head at how well he knows me.
“So…Friday at 11 good?” I ask.

“Why not make it tomorrow?”

I nod and flip through my engagement book, the blank pages staring at me.
“Sounds good to me, I’ll see you then,”

“Take her easy darling.” he replies before hanging up. I rest the receiver gently in the cradle and look at the clock again before punching the police radio on. He’s still not here. I lean my chin in my hand as the radio chatter fills the silent room.

I sit up suddenly at the sound of a now familiar code. A masked man at the mall with ice. Hmm…rings a bell. I glance at the closet where my costumes tucked inside a box under the table. Maybe….I shake my head last time was a disaster and the last thing I need is for the Batman to come in and ‘save’ me like some kind of a dark knight.

Still..

I bite my lip. Even given my failure the first and last time I still itch to do it. Is that what being a hero is all about? Wanting to go back after being beat down?

I make the decision short and fast.

OOC: MST3K 4ever, are you up for Dinah or do you want strictly the Bat?

 

[Mr.Valentine]

(Black Adam)

So what just happened? a bald guy used a microphone and a gun to kill me? wow, I really really really should of just killed that bastard; if only Tim hadnt stopped me from moving, i dont know how he got control of me, but he did it somehow.

ah well, His loss wont be in vain i guess and now im going to have to go through this pain-stakingly annoying process of making my way out of hell; lets see if they have learnt since my last visit.

I opened my eyes, covered in hands my body was being pulled deeper and deeper into the pile of dead souls floating in this place. I kicked and bit everything that touched me, when i felt a hand grab me; it was almost warm. I peered down and the bullet-holed head of Tim stared back at me, i was shocked but still unintimidated, he smiled and i felt a great relief.

" You fool! you havent the strength to gather yourself from these endless souls; take my arm and i will lead you to your salvation"

"dont lie to me Adam, you've been wanting the back of me since we merged together"

"Maybe so, but I have no intention to let you dwell here for me"

"I am already dead, leave me Adam"

"You talk too much, you'll thank me for this later"

I knocked him out and grappled my way out of the mob, putting him on back. I began to climb my way up onto the top of the mountain, the fires of hell burnt my skin horrendously; there was no magical protection here, i was just as weak and feeble as any other man. I could smell the hairs in my nostril burning and my muscles felt as if they were tearing from their sockets, I managed to reach the top of it and fell to the floor.

Shazam stood on the other side of the gate, he motioned for me to enter.

"come out adam, i see you actually brought Tim back? wow you definetly have changed my friend"

"Changed? me? never!"

I flung the unconsious body off the mountain, he landed on the masses of people below; it was better this way, he wanted his death and all he did was complain after all.

I turnt around and saw the shock on Shazam's face, he was disgusted. I smiled evilly and chuckled as I grabbed the gates; burning my hands excruciatingly and pulled with all my might, my shoulders swelled and as the metal started to bend and buckled my will got stronger. The gates finally broke open with a high-pitched smash which sounded like I had just broken a mirror only at 100 times the pitch. I was shocked, even though I heard the sound, which was allmost tenfold the pitch and volume of the one that "Lex" had used on me; i felt no pain and my will only grew stronger, after all "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger".

I stepped through, Shazam glared at me and he hissed his words at me.

"You are no longer my guardian, I strip you of your powers!"

he raised his arm and started to chant loudly, I felt an unearthly blue light come over me and my strength buckle; I was losing my powers! no, how would i make it out?!? All of a sudden I let out a earth shattering shout meerly on instinct.

"No!!! I do not answer to you any more old man!!!"

As i shouted the light flew back at him, hitting him directly in his chest knocking him out. I was shocked, whatever that was it wasn't me; I might of had the power to fight Shazam, but to defeat him? never... I grabbed his body and flew out of the fiery tunnel which popped out of a small hole in the artic I guessed.

"Heck, if only anyone ever believed them stupid conspiracies; they're quite true actually".

I sped to the park bench in metropolis and layed down Shazam there, he slowly faded away; he was going back to the rock no doubt. I stood about, I hadnt even realised, but that same light had seemed to of healed me.

Something or some-one out there wanted me alive, and that made me uneasy; who would have the power to over-ride shazam? I hadnt the time to worry about it. i was curious.

"Shazam?"

Nothing happened... What the? suddenly I saw a few reporters running towards me.

"Sir sir is it true that your a super-hero? and your going by the name "black lightning"?"

"Black Lightning? No... My name is Adam"

I said cooly and flew away slowly, making sure they had time to take my picture; if i was going to make a difference in this world then I'd have to be famous, and I guess "Black Lightning" didnt sound too bad..excecpt of course that I am above super-hero "code-names" they will know me for who I am, and if they dont like it? What are they to do about it?

I flew high above the city and posed for the camera, flying low kissing the reporter on the cheek; after all, godly or not I'm still a man at heart.

Then from afar I heard a whisper which had travelled many miles...

"You have changed much Adam, and your path in this world's destiny is yet to be clear, choose the wrong one and I will not allow you to escape me again..."

"Shazam? You know something... I've been wanting to say this since i was a kid. Shut the **** up!"

"Shazam? What gave you that idea my boy? Shazam is a pawn in this game... You are my knight, forget him. I have much more grave tasks for you to fufill"

I had no clue who or what this man was talking about, he had an air of authority about him which even i could not deny; I thought clearly and nodded.

"Ok..."

"good... you have accepted it I see"

Accepeted my son? whatever gave you that idea?"

I raised my middle finger and sped away, whatever that was... How easily it had brushed off Shazam; I could swear as much as I wanted, if it wanted me I couldnt stop it, but I'd die trying if i had to.

"Lucky git"

I turnt round, Stood infront of me was Tim... How? this cant be real? what the? His skin burnt and face disgustingly scarred, I had just recognized his voice.

"T-t-tim...? How could you possibly of survived? You should be dead"

"Yeah well... Lets just say not all us Humans are so weak"

I saw him speed towards me, grabbing my neck... all my strength couldnt tear it off; how could he possibly have such power? I punched him in the face and he finched slightly...impossible.

"Didnt you wonder why you had no powers in "hell"?"

"No, I tried to save you, you were determined to end your life wasnt you?"

"Shut up! Shut up! shut up! When a man says "NO" he means "YES" learnt it!... and heck, I struck a deal with the "devil" as the cliche goes, but not hardly as dramatic. I bring you back, and he frees me...simple"

"You arent Tim... your not the man I knew"

"the man you killed???"

"..."

He dropped me to the floor and I laid there, his face had healed, he no longer had the bullet hole, just a horrendous scar where it formerly was. He dipped down and looked at me and sped off managing to say to me.

"I will make your life hell"

I sat up..rubbing my aching neck, what the **** has happened to me in the last day? I got up, rubbed my head anxiously as if waiting for the next thing. Nothing happened; ok... well atleast thats the end of that. what now? where is my house? erm..wow, I might need a bit of help

 

[batnkevlar]

From the flash of lightning and energy, I see the man I knew from the vid displays. Gold and black and all that. I had a hunch. We'll see.

I hold the SCE and aim it towards his face. He reminds me of the Blue Boy. The one with the red cape. If it's any consolation, I figure he's superfast too. Faster than the speed of sound? Probably. Can't take the chance.

"Very good. I suppose you are to kill me? I am an impatient fellow, I have a dinner date with Chase in twenty minutes. I hope to have at least fifteen minutes to get ready."

I then realize we're near a lightning rod, near the top of the building. And the Man is standing right next to it.

"At least let me have a smoke," I comment, taking out a cigarette. "You want one? No? Oh ok, more for me I guess."

I click a button on my watch. The audio recording from earlier plays loudly. It's this man, yelling his name.

"SHAZAM!!!!"

A huge bolt of lightning strikes down at his feet, hitting the rod. As the energy fades away, I see a shell of a god. Not much to marvel at. A black shadow of his former self.

I throw down my SCE, and I pull out my pistol. I cock the hammer back and I place it to his head.

"Get off my goddamn building."

And I pull the trigger.

I wipe off the gun as I wait for the cleanup crew. Looked like I didn't need the carrier-skel. I picked up the body.

"Fly." I said, dropping his carcass off the building. The crew'll clean it up, no matter.

The bots cleaned up most of it, and the people came in and cleaned the rest. The small things.

I might make my date with Chase after all. Nothing like a days work.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

OOC: MST3K 4ever, are you up for Dinah or do you want strictly the Bat?

OOC:Hey Twy I would be more than happy to have Mr. Freeze run into Dinah...look forward to it.

IC: Mr. Freeze

Many people are running in terror from Mr. Freeze. He is now just shooting people at random.

He says, "Run for your miserable lives! You spend your lives wasting away in places like this, and then you spend it living a lie of security and rationalization! Your time has come to an end!"

He continues firing away he then sees a book in a book-store. It's a book on cancer research. He grabs the book and sees that it highlights a lot of his research. He then screams, "NO!!!!" and then freezes the bookshelf and goes on an even more violent rampage.

This time he is not only freezing people he is grabbing them by their throats and choking them.

He hears the police coming. No! this time I do not run from them...if they are in such a hurry to die then I will help them.

 

[twylight]

It takes me all of 10 minutes to get changed, down the stairs and onto my bike and ten more to get to the Gallaria, AKA ‘The Mall.’ I screech to a halt outside barely making it there before the cops and quickly run in, not exactly the most inconspicuous moment I’ve ever had but no one seems to notice the girl in fishnets and mask. Has Gotham Sunk so low? I blink as a girl with black hair scurry’s past. Her arms and legs covered in fishnet’s. I roll my eyes.

”NO!!!!"

The word echoes through the screaming masses as the police car lights flash through the glass doors bathing the place in red and blue. The siren’s wailing over the noise.
I race around the corner to find…the weirdest looking guy I’ve ever seen. Half the bookstore is iced over and he’s got a person by the neck.

Okay, training kick’s in, innocent bystanders first. Then worry about the guy. I sway to the right, yeah that’ works for a team and I’m only one person. Let’s go for the direct approach. I pry off the metal top of a cigarette container and toss it at him hitting his hand allowing the person to fall to the ground. I’m so ashamed, my face blushing pink hoping the security camera’s didn’t pick up the Zena move. I can just see the headlines and 9 o’clock news: “Masked Female Vigilante pulls Zena move and saves the day.” Maybe accompanied by it in slow motion. That’s ‘if’ I get far enough to save the day.

“Hey Icee, don’t you have anything better to do on a week night?”

OOC: Sorry about the bunny.

 

[Pinoy98]

(IC: CYBORG)

"Arise Zafir. Awaken my son, rise to the world you oncek new. Reincarnate."


My eyes were burning hotter than anything I've felt before. The feeling you get when you fall asleep outside in the night and wake up to the sun in your eye.
But there was no sun with what i saw. There was no air. There was only darkness. My bleary eyes adjusted themselves and i heard more talking. It sounded much like my father.
"ABIA! He's alive! Our boy is alive!"
"Bahir you are a genius! I love you so much."
"Correction my love..We are geniuses."
Yes it was my dad. His loud voice was the same one used when he would describe me to others. Talk about me like a trophy...I guess that's what i really was to him.
Zafir my son...a great wrestler he could defeat that American pig Arnold Schawa, whatever his name is...he is so smart people from nasa are saying they want him, of course he refuesed!...have you seen my son? he makes Brad Pitt look like a homeless man...

My father always the great encourager. I guess it's just the way i was. Good genes pass on. Odd though..my dad is a average height fat man..even when he was my age.
I don't question that kind of thing though, family is family. My dad can be obxious but he is my dad. My mother although, she is my source of strength. Encouraging me from day one. I was lucky enough to have her green eyes. It made me noticeable, the only in school with them. I loved my family.
Until now.
"Zafir? Zafir? Are you awake sweetie. Please open your eyes son, it's been so long." I heard the sweet gentle voice of my mother. At her command, i opened them at once. Their faces were full of joy, promise...hope.
My face was filled with anger, much anger.
I looked around the room, to find out where i was. It looked like a high tech basement, the kind you'd see in old sci-fi movies, the really lame ones. Except i wasn't in a movie, at least i didn't think so. This was becoming more of a sick joke more and more.
"Zafir!" My mother was on her knees hugging my knees. I don't know why she couldn't jsut hug me. I tried to hug her back. When i discovered...what was really going on.
My dark brown arms were no long there, as were my legs...it was replaced by a thick metal armor. Armor used by heavy French knight's during the middle ages. I moved my fingers around, they were covered in the armor too. I felt the same, i breathed the same air, i saw naturally but i looked..different.
"Father...mother...what is going on?" I asked immedietly with great shock.
My dad smiled, the same smile he did whenever I'd beat an American wrestler or when i won a science award. The same smile that me feel bad for the people who lost that reward that privilege of victory. The same smile that give me chills to be who I was.
"We've given you life again, my son."
i started to sweat and panic all the same time. I noticed something odd as well. The more my head hurt my left eye would heighten, tense up. It finally let go and i noticed my left vision was different. It was digital, i could see through things, my brain was scanning everything. From the lab desks, the papers, the robotic parts scattered around the room. I was beginning to analyze it all, i could see things and analyze them faster than anything. I looked at a bulletin board that was near one of the desks...

Subject: Zafir Stone
Project: Cyborg
Victim shows signs of life after critical near death attack. Loss of blood, critical. Brain damage, many broken bones around the chest, arms and legs along with critcal heart damage. Subject would die unless new body structure to be reconfigured. Surgery not possible.
Suggestion: Lex Luthor's abandoned Apokolips synthetic armor project...reform project on subject Zafir...

Synethic armor? No...no...no...what have my parents done to me? I grunted in anger, 1000 images were going through my mind at once. I didn't know any of them. There was a girl, a young girl my age. Family memories i had forgotten. I knew little. Very little. All i knew was my mother, my father. but that was all. I screamed in fury.
"Zafir! Stop! Zafir, stand down now!" My dad screamed out loud towards me, that voice he used when i was young before he beat me for being disobeident. I heard the screams of my mother, for some reason it just made me even more angrier.
"He can't break through the bars he just can't! It's made out of the same armor he's in!" My mother said. She's in this scam as is my dad. Anger took over.
It only took a few seconds to prove my mother wrong. I broke free of the bars and threw them aside. My arms, my feet were free from the bars. I screamed in fury and witnessed in front of me my mother on the floor staring at me in horror. My dad was running around the lab trying to find something. Obviously something to stop me. It didn't matter. I was angry.
They would understand.
"FATHER! MOTHER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME! WHAT HAVE I DONE! I DON"T REMEMBER ANY-"
Wait no. It is my right to know nothing. I am what i am. Mr. no nothing. I heard my dad speak once again, holding a remote control in his hand. I was laughing in my head, what the hell was I..A TV?

"Good Zafir..Good...Honey get up to your feet. You have nothing to fear now. Good boy Zafir. Now tell us..what is your name son?"
"My name is Zafir Stone."
"Good...who are your parents?"
"Abia Stone and Bahir Stone."
"Good...now son...who do you serve?"
"The great minister."
"And what is the great minister's mission?"
I heard a tingle in my brain, the shock in your brain when you know you're saying something wrong or you're doing something bad. I believe someone called it a conscience. What's that?
"To annhilate the Imperial American nation once and for all."
"Good boy."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"Then we should get going. My car's out infront. It'll be faster if we take that, trust me."

I follow Batman to his car, well car is the wrong word for it. A tank sounds more like it. Batman presses a button on his belt and a load mechanical beep come from the car and than the window opens up revealing the cockpit.

"Don't touch anything. The controls are ...sensitive. Push a button and you're likely to activate the eject mechanism."

"Got it don't touch anything."

I climb into this monster and strap myself into the passenger seat as the window closes back up around us.

"Oh, and one other thing. You might want to hang on."

He pulls a lever forward and the car rockets forward pushing me deeper into the seat, I couldnt help but let out a laugh.

"Damn man where the hell can I get one of these."

By the time I realise that Dent's said something, I'm too late to respond. For the better, probably... Considering I shouldn't talk too much. I need to remain as discreet as possible.

I run through the skematics of Maroni's Restraunt Italianto on the computer console between us, memorise them, and continue driving. This should be difficult... But considering I'm not doing this alone... It may not be as difficult as I originally thought.

* * *

I've told Dent the plan. He enters one exit, I enter another. We take out the guards at each respective entrance, enter, and meet within the hallway, unless one of us finds one of the Maroni brothers first. Should that be the case... Interrogation. Which is what I'm fully prepared for, despite what Dent has in mind.

I cling to the wall, looking over to spot the first guards. Taking two of my latest creations... minaturized versions of my Batarangs, laced with a light tip of cobra venom to induce a temporary paralyis within whoever I throw it at... I throw them into the necks of each. Before the other can realise what's going on, they're both down. They'll stay that way for a good long while, if I'm lucky...

Stepping out of the shadows, I grab one, and hold him to my face. He can't move... But he can still show signs of fear. I like that. I let out a growl, before speaking.

"Let's have a little talk about your bosses' plans for the evening..."

* * *

The gunfire echoes throughout the building. Stupid. Should've known better than to trust the word of one of Maroni's hired thugs. I dive behind some crates, evading the bullets. For a minute or two, the firing continues, until finally, it stops.

"Think we got him?"

"Dunno. Let's go check."

They walk around, reloading their guns. Putting them forward, the thugs point at the area behind the crates, fully ready to blast me full of bullet holes, only to discover that I'm gone.

"What the hell?"

By the time they've looked up, I'm already coming straight at them from the ceiling.

If I'm stupid, their idiocy knows no limit. I just hope Dent's having better luck that I have, so far...

 

[MST3K 4ever]

OOC: OOps...technical difficulty please ignore this post and move on to the next one...nothing to see here.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

It takes me all of 10 minutes to get changed, down the stairs and onto my bike and ten more to get to the Gallaria, AKA ‘The Mall.’ I screech to a halt outside barely making it there before the cops and quickly run in, not exactly the most inconspicuous moment I’ve ever had but no one seems to notice the girl in fishnets and mask. Has Gotham Sunk so low? I blink as a girl with black hair scurry’s past. Her arms and legs covered in fishnet’s. I roll my eyes.

”NO!!!!"

The word echoes through the screaming masses as the police car lights flash through the glass doors bathing the place in red and blue. The siren’s wailing over the noise.
I race around the corner to find…the weirdest looking guy I’ve ever seen. Half the bookstore is iced over and he’s got a person by the neck.

Okay, training kick’s in, innocent bystanders first. Then worry about the guy. I sway to the right, yeah that’ works for a team and I’m only one person. Let’s go for the direct approach. I pry off the metal top of a cigarette container and toss it at him hitting his hand allowing the person to fall to the ground. I’m so ashamed, my face blushing pink hoping the security camera’s didn’t pick up the Zena move. I can just see the headlines and 9 o’clock news: “Masked Female Vigilante pulls Zena move and saves the day.” Maybe accompanied by it in slow motion. That’s ‘if’ I get far enough to save the day.

“Hey Icee, don’t you have anything better to do on a week night?”

OOC: Sorry about the bunny.

OOC: A little bunnying like that for the sake of the story is not a problem...it's cool. As long as it doesn't get to a point of..."Mr. freeze then sees an open elevator shaft and cries,'Banzai' as he leaps down it.

Mr Freeze sees the cigarette container laying on the ground next to him. He picks it up and crushes it in front the woman who hit his hand with it.

He glares at her and says, "The name is Mr. Freeze. Don't you read the papers? I am a monster, and if I am a monster then a monster I shall be. I have no idea who you are nor do I care. In a matter of seconds it won't matter. Computer engage defensive measure #1238 (OOC: the suit is now electrified) and engage auto-aim."

The suit replies, "Acknowledged."

Mr. Freeze says, "Now young lady let us see if your feet are as quick as your wit."

Mr.Freeze begins rapidly firing at Black Canary's feet & legsFRAKSHA!FRAKSHA!FRAKSHA!FRAKSHA!

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)

By the time I realise that Dent's said something, I'm too late to respond. For the better, probably... Considering I shouldn't talk too much. I need to remain as discreet as possible.

I run through the skematics of Maroni's Restraunt Italianto on the computer console between us, memorise them, and continue driving. This should be difficult... But considering I'm not doing this alone... It may not be as difficult as I originally thought.

* * *

I've told Dent the plan. He enters one exit, I enter another. We take out the guards at each respective entrance, enter, and meet within the hallway, unless one of us finds one of the Maroni brothers first. Should that be the case... Interrogation. Which is what I'm fully prepared for, despite what Dent has in mind.

I cling to the wall, looking over to spot the first guards. Taking two of my latest creations... minaturized versions of my Batarangs, laced with a light tip of cobra venom to induce a temporary paralyis within whoever I throw it at... I throw them into the necks of each. Before the other can realise what's going on, they're both down. They'll stay that way for a good long while, if I'm lucky...

Stepping out of the shadows, I grab one, and hold him to my face. He can't move... But he can still show signs of fear. I like that. I let out a growl, before speaking.

"Let's have a little talk about your bosses' plans for the evening..."

* * *

The gunfire echoes throughout the building. Stupid. Should've known better than to trust the word of one of Maroni's hired thugs. I dive behind some crates, evading the bullets. For a minute or two, the firing continues, until finally, it stops.

"Think we got him?"

"Dunno. Let's go check."

They walk around, reloading their guns. Putting them forward, the thugs point at the area behind the crates, fully ready to blast me full of bullet holes, only to discover that I'm gone.

"What the hell?"

By the time they've looked up, I'm already coming straight at them from the ceiling.

If I'm stupid, their idiocy knows no limit. I just hope Dent's having better luck that I have, so far...

{Harvey Dent}

This has been easy so far, I havent ran into a single guard yet. I head for the back of the restaurant checking any siderooms I come across, I stop when I hear voices coming from Maroni's office.

"So why the hell is dad hiding from this Twofaced guy that came here?"

"I don't know, guy took out four guards and came right in like he owned the place, I wouldnt blame the old man to be hiding out for awhile. But I'll tell you one thing, if that happened to me I wouldnt let that creep walk out of here. I would put a bullet in his head before he'd know what hit him."

Before I know what happened my leg kicked the door open.

"Here I am motherfu**er! Take your best shot!"

One of the brothers reaches for a gun sitting at the desk, I cross the room in four steps and swipe the gun away from his gun. I reach into my trenchcoat and pull out the switchblade. I slam the brother's hand onto the desk and stab him with the knife pining his hand to the desk. The other brother grabs my shoulder, I whip around and punch him in the face breaking his nose. He falls into a chair infront of the desk.

"Now lets talk."

 

[Mr.Valentine]

*Black adam*

As i dropped to the floor and laid down, i scanned around me and saw people looking at me. yeah, even in my time if you were wearing black and gold spandex you'd be an outcast, oh well its not like I really care.

But one thing that annoyed me the most, an old lady sitting across the park was staring at me; like she was trying to figure me out. It was rather odd, for the first time in a while I was feeling remorse for what I had done. I walked towards her and gazed at her.

"what do you want?! stop staring at me you intolerable woman!"

She raised her hand, i saw it coming in slow motion; i could of so easily of ducked it, but that would defy the point, it landed with a big smack.

"Dont you try and do your tough act with me young man! I seen you on the news, you's the one who killed all those bank robbers! well you might be able to rough over people around but not me! im not afraid of you..."

I slumped to my knees and silently wept, she was right... I wasn't the tough guy I made out, sure I probably was a bit... but i only do it because of my bottled up anger and anxiety from centuries past.

"never said you had to be..."

For a minute I expected another slap, but then i saw the woman sit down next to me; she hugged me, it was very awkward, i wanted to push her off but I didnt want to be rude again.

"So maybe your different.. all these over heroes dont kill people eh? well, im not sure; its up to you isnt it? if they have done a crime worthy to be punished with death then you have the powers to do it. But you also have the responsibility to behave well inlight of the media and the young children who look up to you"

With all my wisdom over the years, what she had said had baffled me. How could i possibly deal with the problems I was facing? I left a man for dead, and now he wants to pay me back in full. Shazam no longer will guide me... Maybe I should be a hero how i want to be, not how the public expects. Either way, im not a "hero", but you dont have to be a hero to do good i guess.

"Thank you, thank you very much.."

I jumped up about to fly off, when the woman grabbed my leg and glared at me.

"You arent going without helping me carry my shopping home!"

I gave a sarcastic look, which she responded with a big smile... she wasnt joking. My lord when the day I am lowered to a bag carrier has come already.

"You push your luck old woman, but you have opened my eyes today...Where do you live?"

"167 hulverstooooooooooooooooooo------------"

I whizzed her to her house, carrying her bags and sitting her on her sofa. I kissed her on the forehead and unpacked her bags and put them in the cupboards, i flew out the door with a smile.

"cloooooooooooooooose"

On the way past I heard a scream, I followed the sound to a dark alley way, a woman was laying on the floor stabbed. The man who had stabbed her was running away, I ran towards him and grabbed him by his shirt lifting him in the air. He looked at me in horror.

"Please! Dude dont kill me! I just needed the money.. please take it! just let me live!"

I looked at the woman, as she slowly began to pass from life, I broke the mans next and left him on the floor, grabbing the woman I bawled out-loud, My hands felt wierd, i looked down at them... They were laced with lightning. I wonder... Could it possibly? Well shes already dead, it isnt going to hurt to try Adam.

I slammed my fist into her chest, the shocks passed into her body and she violently shook. I heard her heart slowly start to beat, I punched again and again, her eyes flickered, so I hit her again and again... making sure they werent as hard as to kill her. She coughed and I saw blood start to pour from her mouth as her heart stopped once again... I'd failed.

I went through her purse and found her name "Lisa Gordons" and a number, I left the wallet open beside her, and a note saying:

"You'll find the man who stabbed her a hundred metres or so north from here- BA".

Covered in blood I walked down the street to a warehouse, punching my fist through the wall and tearing the door off. I entered and sat down, it was a wreck. But its a start.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

This has been easy so far, I havent ran into a single guard yet. I head for the back of the restaurant checking any siderooms I come across, I stop when I hear voices coming from Maroni's office.

"So why the hell is dad hiding from this Twofaced guy that came here?"

"I don't know, guy took out four guards and came right in like he owned the place, I wouldnt blame the old man to be hiding out for awhile. But I'll tell you one thing, if that happened to me I wouldnt let that creep walk out of here. I would put a bullet in his head before he'd know what hit him."

Before I know what happened my leg kicked the door open.

"Here I am motherfu**er! Take your best shot!"

One of the brothers reaches for a gun sitting at the desk, I cross the room in four steps and swipe the gun away from his gun. I reach into my trenchcoat and pull out the switchblade. I slam the brother's hand onto the desk and stab him with the knife pining his hand to the desk. The other brother grabs my shoulder, I whip around and punch him in the face breaking his nose. He falls into a chair infront of the desk.

"Now lets talk."

I enter the room. Dent's already cornered them both. They look terrified. Perfect for interrogation. I'd question Dent's rather... violent means, but there's no time. He's, at the very least, kept his word on killing. I walk up, next to Dent, looking at them both. Their eyes grow wider with my prescence.

"You heard him. We're here to talk. I'd advise you comply, before my associate and I grow impatient. What do you know about the murder of Gilda Dent?"

 

[Pinoy98]

(IC: CYBORG)

"Arise Zafir. Awaken my son, rise to the world you oncek new. Reincarnate."


My eyes were burning hotter than anything I've felt before. The feeling you get when you fall asleep outside in the night and wake up to the sun in your eye.
But there was no sun with what i saw. There was no air. There was only darkness. My bleary eyes adjusted themselves and i heard more talking. It sounded much like my father.
"ABIA! He's alive! Our boy is alive!"
"Bahir you are a genius! I love you so much."
"Correction my love..We are geniuses."
Yes it was my dad. His loud voice was the same one used when he would describe me to others. Talk about me like a trophy...I guess that's what i really was to him.
Zafir my son...a great wrestler he could defeat that American pig Arnold Schawa, whatever his name is...he is so smart people from nasa are saying they want him, of course he refuesed!...have you seen my son? he makes Brad Pitt look like a homeless man...

My father always the great encourager. I guess it's just the way i was. Good genes pass on. Odd though..my dad is a average height fat man..even when he was my age.
I don't question that kind of thing though, family is family. My dad can be obxious but he is my dad. My mother although, she is my source of strength. Encouraging me from day one. I was lucky enough to have her green eyes. It made me noticeable, the only in school with them. I loved my family.
Until now.
"Zafir? Zafir? Are you awake sweetie. Please open your eyes son, it's been so long." I heard the sweet gentle voice of my mother. At her command, i opened them at once. Their faces were full of joy, promise...hope.
My face was filled with anger, much anger.
I looked around the room, to find out where i was. It looked like a high tech basement, the kind you'd see in old sci-fi movies, the really lame ones. Except i wasn't in a movie, at least i didn't think so. This was becoming more of a sick joke more and more.
"Zafir!" My mother was on her knees hugging my knees. I don't know why she couldn't jsut hug me. I tried to hug her back. When i discovered...what was really going on.
My dark brown arms were no long there, as were my legs...it was replaced by a thick metal armor. Armor used by heavy French knight's during the middle ages. I moved my fingers around, they were covered in the armor too. I felt the same, i breathed the same air, i saw naturally but i looked..different.
"Father...mother...what is going on?" I asked immedietly with great shock.
My dad smiled, the same smile he did whenever I'd beat an American wrestler or when i won a science award. The same smile that me feel bad for the people who lost that reward that privilege of victory. The same smile that give me chills to be who I was.
"We've given you life again, my son."
i started to sweat and panic all the same time. I noticed something odd as well. The more my head hurt my left eye would heighten, tense up. It finally let go and i noticed my left vision was different. It was digital, i could see through things, my brain was scanning everything. From the lab desks, the papers, the robotic parts scattered around the room. I was beginning to analyze it all, i could see things and analyze them faster than anything. I looked at a bulletin board that was near one of the desks...

Subject: Zafir Stone
Project: Cyborg
Victim shows signs of life after critical near death attack. Loss of blood, critical. Brain damage, many broken bones around the chest, arms and legs along with critcal heart damage. Subject would die unless new body structure to be reconfigured. Surgery not possible.
Suggestion: Lex Luthor's abandoned Apokolips synthetic armor project...reform project on subject Zafir...

Synethic armor? No...no...no...what have my parents done to me? I grunted in anger, 1000 images were going through my mind at once. I didn't know any of them. There was a girl, a young girl my age. Family memories i had forgotten. I knew little. Very little. All i knew was my mother, my father. but that was all. I screamed in fury.
"Zafir! Stop! Zafir, stand down now!" My dad screamed out loud towards me, that voice he used when i was young before he beat me for being disobeident. I heard the screams of my mother, for some reason it just made me even more angrier.
"He can't break through the bars he just can't! It's made out of the same armor he's in!" My mother said. She's in this scam as is my dad. Anger took over.
It only took a few seconds to prove my mother wrong. I broke free of the bars and threw them aside. My arms, my feet were free from the bars. I screamed in fury and witnessed in front of me my mother on the floor staring at me in horror. My dad was running around the lab trying to find something. Obviously something to stop me. It didn't matter. I was angry.
They would understand.
"FATHER! MOTHER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME! WHAT HAVE I DONE! I DON"T REMEMBER ANY-"
Wait no. It is my right to know nothing. I am what i am. Mr. no nothing. I heard my dad speak once again, holding a remote control in his hand. I was laughing in my head, what the hell was I..A TV?

"Good Zafir..Good...Honey get up to your feet. You have nothing to fear now. Good boy Zafir. Now tell us..what is your name son?"
"My name is Zafir Stone."
"Good...who are your parents?"
"Abia Stone and Bahir Stone."
"Good...now son...who do you serve?"
"The great minister."
"And what is the great minister's mission?"
I heard a tingle in my brain, the shock in your brain when you know you're saying something wrong or you're doing something bad. I believe someone called it a conscience. What's that?
"To annhilate the Imperial American nation once and for all."
"Good boy."

"Abia are you sure about this? Controlling our own son's free will to think and act? We've made a monster here!"
"No my love, quite the contrary. We made our child from the start not a monster. No we made him a living God."
"Quiet, that is blashsphemy!" Abia said in outrage over her husband's words. Abia cared not. He stared at the amazement of his son, Zafir now a creature covered in steel, and cybernetic armor from an abadoned project Lex Luthor used to work on. Zafir's face was emotionless and his eye's were both shining dark red.
"And you don't think our boss Lex Luthor won't find out where his abadoned project is missing? You don't think his two smartest scientist and close friends stole it to create a monster of a son once they see him."
"Bahir! Be still love! The American will never figure it out, he's too paranoid about other things. Like finding a man in tights. The fool will never catch the data stolen from here. Besides, our little experiment will be safe here in Gotham."
The two parents looked, marveling at how they remade their son. So far away from their home of metropolis the two found themselves a careful buildingi enviroment away in Gotham underground an abandoned warehouse.
Their son was entirely from neck to his feet covered in a cybernetic armor. It was a shiny silver like armor that you could even see your true reflection from it. Both of his hands were visible, working perfectly well except for them being coded by mettalic gloves and wiring attaching it to his arm. His face was different, his left side was part metal along with a circular glowing eye while his right side was human, showing his adorning beautiful face and partially crew cut hair.
"Zafir? Zafir can you hear me?"
"Yes father."
"Son, we reincarnated you because we love you. Remember that. We have taken you away, from the bad people in that horrible city and put you here, into Gotham. We could not let you die because our love for you wouldn't. We have the technology to make you anew. Make you stronger, faster, greater than before."
"Yes father."
"You really are still beautiful my son. The atroscities that American did to you will not go unpunished I assure you...wait..do you know how long you have been away son. It's been over a year and four months. Things have changed my boy. The man who beat you...Ernie Hudson."
"Ernie............Ernie...........Hu.....Hud........Hudson."
"Yes Ernie Hudson, the pig headed American is untouchable. But i assure you, he like all the rich headed bastards in this country will no what will become of them sure enough. Now that, you are here."
"Yes.....father."
"There is another reason why you are here my son. As you now, there is a great war between this country and our real country. It is a war that has gone for too long, and we are the one's who are losing. It was said that one day there will be a war, a great war that will cause the death of millions of our people. Slaughtered by a great demonic nation. And amongst all the bloodshed and tears will rise a great warrior. A warrior that will destory them all. You my son, are that warrior."
"As you...wish..father."
The reddness in Zafir's eyes grew dim, slowing forming back to his real eyes.
"Abia! What is going on. We're losing him."
"The controller is not working." The parents frantically tried to find a clue to shut him down, but nothing seemed to work.
"Yasmine!...................where is Yasmine?!"
"Zafir! Calm down, this is your mother! Do as i say!"
"Yasmine! WHERE's YASMINE!"
Zafir's dad ran across the room to a locker and pulling out a high technical shotgun.
"Abia! Do not shoot our own son! We can solve this peacefully just find a way to shut him down!"
"If we don't stop him he can kill us here!"
"Dad....mom....what are you talking about? Why am i covered in this armor, i can't see any of my skin? What is going on? Someone tell me what is going on?"
"Zafir..there was a murder my son...Ernie Hudson, him and a bunch of his American buddies killed you and Yasmine."
"Ernie...Ernie Hudson where is he? Did he kill Yasmine? I swear to God! I'll rip his F-"
"Zafir! Calm down!"
"What do you mean calm down mother? What have you two done to me? Why didn't you just let me die! How long have i been dead?"
"Son you have never died, i told you it has been over a year..."
"Over a year old man. Damn you all! Agh God what is wrong with my head?"
"Don't take that tone with me young man."
"AGH! GOD! I swear to God if this is some sick joke I will...I will...AGH!" Buckling to his knees in pain, Zafir stone fell to his knees holding his head in anguish.
"Zafir...this is your mother, remember when you were little? When we would go home to Iran and I would show you that place in my little town where they made the most finest ice cream in the world. And you loved it. Or that time you won the city championship in wrestling? There are many reasons why we revived you, why we gave you life again. It is beacuse you are too great a person to let some poor child murder you like that. Forget Yasmine, forget your past. Start a new my child, become who you were meant to be..."
'I DON'T CARE! i DON'T CARE! YASMINE! WHERE IS YASMINE!"
"She's dead." Abia said coldly to his son, letting the shotgun rest.
"What?"
"She's dead, I'm sorry there was nothing we could do."
"You couldn't revive her like you did to me."
"No, I'm sorry Zafir, it's for the best."
"THEN WHY DIDN"T YOU LET ME DIE AS WELL! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU BOTH!"
"Do not worry my love, Zafir is experiening his teenage angst he will get over it. Now come to your father my son." Abia reached to grab the steel shoulder of Zafir. Zafir grabbed his dad by his lab coat before his father could even touch him. Zafir's mother was frightened and reached to grab the shotgun.
"Bahir, don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Abia said to calm them all dad. "Zafir, enough of this, you will listen to your father. You are now a great warrior you were reborn for your destiny my son."
"Shut up old man!" Zafir threw his dad against the techincal desks, smashing them through. Zafir's mother didn't shoot but watched as his son grew enfurated, confused with rage. The cyborg's eyes grew the same dark red, but it was different from last time. This time, Zafir was still himself. Zafir ran up the basement steps, smashing tables, computers and other equipment along the way. He reached the abandoned warehouse center, nothing but a giant empty hall. Smashing his way to the outside a blinding light hit him. It was sunny, clear, and Zafir felt like he had never seen the sun before in his life. It was like something he had never seen before.
A large city with different islands, a city he had never seen before. Gotham city.
Back at the basement Zafir's mother dropped the weapon and fell to her knees crying. Abia was not hurt, but dusted himself off, only feeling minor leg and back pain. He rushed to his wife to comfort her.
"He will return soon. Do not worry my love."
"What have we done Abia...what have we done?"
A large ringing sound filled the small room, the crying stopped to a screeching halt as Bahir looked into her lab coat and took out a phone. She looked at the caller name:

H.I.V.E

Pressing the green button to connect she gathered up and tears, speaking in a crystal clear voice.
"Good evening minister, my husband and I-"
"Is the project completed?"
"Yes..yes my grand minister but it will take some time."
"He has escaped?"
"No...no...our son is just experiencing problems, slight problems. But he will be ready in time."
"See to it, our country frowns upon failure."
"Yes grand minister, it will be an honor."
"Now what exaclty is the problem with our savior?"
"Well grand minister you know how teenagers are...the only way to break down their problems is to unleash it on something. It will end in due time and he will come to his senses."
"He is to have no public appearances or realized being alive. He is still dead. And your American friend, Lex Luthor is never to know about this."
"Yes grand minister, it will all be done for you."
"It is good to see you are loyal to your homeland the both of you. Now get to work...We do have a war to win."

 

[twylight]

OOC: A little bunnying like that for the sake of the story is not a problem...it's cool. As long as it doesn't get to a point of..."Mr. freeze then sees an open elevator shaft and cries,'Banzai' as he leaps down it.

Mr Freeze sees the cigarette container laying on the ground next to him. He picks it up and crushes it in front the woman who hit his hand with it.

He glares at her and says, "The name is Mr. Freeze. Don't you read the papers? I am a monster, and if I am a monster then a monster I shall be. I have no idea who you are nor do I care. In a matter of seconds it won't matter. Computer engage defensive measure #1238 (OOC: the suit is now electrified) and engage auto-aim."

The suit replies, "Acknowledged."

"Yes, I do read the papers."

I read enough to know that he's one of the Bat's play things and I shouldn't be stepping in. But I asked for it.


Mr. Freeze says, "Now young lady let us see if your feet are as quick as your wit."

Mr.Freeze begins rapidly firing at Black Canary's feet & legsFRAKSHA!FRAKSHA!


I flip back dodging the coluoms of ice as they hurtle towards me.

"So..you get the long monolague and I don't even get to intorduce myself?"

I dodge behind a large concrete pillar. Freeze...Freeze..right his wife.

I peek from behind the pillar, let's see if I can handle this calmly. I'd rather not use my...talent so soon.

"They call you a monster huh? Do you often let liberal knownothings shape who you are?"

 

[Trigger]

Conner stopped himself from trying to fling John across the street with his telekinesis and instead, he approached John casually. Don looked around nervously, expecting the man from the alley to reappear. John continued smoking his cigarette, and bought a newspaper while he was still standing at the newsstand. After giving the owner the cash for the magazine, he gestured for Don and Conner to follow him and they did so with no questions asked.

They walked for awhile under the moonlit New Orleans’ night. It wasn’t until they arrived at the stoop of a seedy apartment building that John finally spoke.

“This way.” he said calmly.

Some how the cigarette was still dangling from his mouth. He led the boys inside and they walked up a long flight of stairs before reaching John’s apartment. He made Connor hold his paper while he dug into his pockets for the key to the door. He found it with relatively ease and let them enter the apartment first.

It looked exactly like what Connor had imagined a “modern magician” would live in. The walls of the apartment were covered in bland lime green paint that was cracking in certain corners. John’s kitchen was covered in miscellaneous stains that Conner could only hope came from spilled spaghetti.

His living room was normal for the most part, and it was the living room couch where Don decided to seat himself. A pile of beer cans and vodka bottles sat next to a large TV. A coffee table sat in the center of the room with two chairs sitting across from it. Conner sat down in the chair to the sofa’s right, and John picked the chair opposite of Conner. He propped his feet up on the table and finished his cigarette before speaking.

“So, I know you guys met Jason a little earlier than I planned, but it had to happen.”

“He just appeared out of nowhere and then he used some kind of spell on us. It made my head hurt…” Don said massaging his temples.

John nodded, “He read your minds. He wants to know what I'm up to."

“And where were you?” Connor said chiming in.

“I was here. When you guys recited the incantation, we all ported here.”

“So why did I wake up in an alley?”

“I dragged you two there and then disappeared with a cloaking spell; albeit one that doesn’t work as well as I thought.”

“You mean you purposely put us in harm’s way?”

“Like I said, it had to be done. Jason’s attacks on me have been increasing in intensity. I thought he’d be a little pissed off at me for using his talisman, but dropping giant stones on the city was really out of line. I needed to get a chance to see him up close, a chance to get a better reading on powerful he has become. I was there the whole time; I just hid myself with the most powerful cloaking spell I could find on such short notice.”

“Well, what have you come up with?”

“He’s definitely more powerful than I thought he was. However his difficulty at manipulating Conner provides me with some hope.”

“How so? We didn’t do much to him, except get beat up.”

“True, but he had difficulty reading Conner’s mind. That tells me that we still have a tool in our arsenal worth using. I figured from his rain of stones that he had risen to nigh-infinite levels of power but, if he couldn’t see through my cloaking spell or properly read Conner’s mind with ease, he must still be quite inexperienced.”

“So what exactly are we going to do?”

“Simple, I’m going to use his talisman against him. ‘Course, it won’t be fully effective against him until we sufficiently weaken him.”

“What’s so special about this talisman you stole?”

“It can manipulate latent spiritual energy in the environment and can be used to revive those who have passed.”

Don’s eyebrows raised in surprise. His mouth began to move as if he was going to ask John something, but a glare from Conner stopped him.

“There is one catch though.”

The boys returned their attention to John. He leaned in close and the boys did the same.

“It drives people to insanity. Several of its users have lost their mind and lives while it was in their possession. I stole it because Jason was using it to cause trouble for my demon hunting business; reviving vampires and what have you.”

“So if you took his talisman, why is he still so powerful?”

“Not sure, but a piece of it is missing. See?”

John dug into his coat pocket and retrieved a small grey object that resembled a red stone with a depression shaped like a dragon in the center. The boys examined it and both got a chance to touch it before giving it back to John. He put it back into his coat, and continued speaking.

“I figure whatever it is, Jason has it. We need to get it back.”

The boys nodded in agreement. Conner was awed by the sight of this stone, and the details of the devious plot surrounding him. He never believed in any of this occult crap, but seeing it before his eyes was quite astounding.

“So what now?”

“We meet him before he meets us. With any luck we’ll be able to get the drop on him and beat him while his power levels are still fluctuating. Come along now boys, we’ve got real work to do.”

John stood up brushed himself off was out the door with little hesitation. Don sighed and followed apprehensively. A lump formed in Conner’s stomach and he looked up at the cracked ceiling of John’s home. For the second time in month, Conner wondered what he had gotten himself into aloud.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

"Yes, I do read the papers."

I read enough to know that he's one of the Bat's play things and I shouldn't be stepping in. But I asked for it.


Mr. Freeze says, "Now young lady let us see if your feet are as quick as your wit."

Mr.Freeze begins rapidly firing at Black Canary's feet & legsFRAKSHA!FRAKSHA!


I flip back dodging the coluoms of ice as they hurtle towards me.

"So..you get the long monolague and I don't even get to intorduce myself?"

I dodge behind a large concrete pillar. Freeze...Freeze..right his wife.

I peek from behind the pillar, let's see if I can handle this calmly. I'd rather not use my...talent so soon.

"They call you a monster huh? Do you often let liberal knownothings shape who you are?"

Freeze stops firing for a moment...She makes sense...I am my own person...I can choose to be who I want...I...

He sees his reflection in the ice and he sees....the helmet, the red eyes, the special suit...all reminants of the once great Dr. Friez are now gone. He says, "I once beleved that I could be something more than a man. Now I have nothing. Everything I have has been stolen from me in one way or another I was even deprived of my own death. I tried to help humanity and I was rebuked and betrayed."

The anger within him begins to build. He begins firing again FRAKSHA!!!! FRAKSHA!!!!

He then says, "I am no longer a monster.Thank you for helping me see that since I cannot help being life to the world then I shall bring the other extreme to it. Welcome to your death young-lady. Pity too...you remind me of Nora in a small way."

FRAKSHA!!!! FRAKSHA!!!!

 

[Green Lantern]

It had been two months since Iris had been killed by the monster Barry had known as his friend Ed. It had been 60 days since Zoom had destroyed Barry’s life. It had been eight weeks since anyone had seen or heard from the Flash. Barry Allen had disappeared without a trace.

He had gone back to upstate New York to his parent’s house. Though it was only his mother, Nora’s, house now. His father, Henry, was police officer who had died in the line of duty twelve years ago, when Barry was just a child.

Nora saw the pain in her son’s eyes every time a news story came on about some natural disaster or some crime going unsolved. She saw how much he needed to be out there helping, He kept shrugging it off, telling her that she was seeing something in his eyes that wasn’t there. She knew that it was just because he didn’t want anyone else to be hurt because he was putting on the suit. The small house would shake at night when Barry would toss and turn in his bed with the nightmares of Iris’s death running through his head.

One morning Barry woke at nearly noon, and went downstairs to the kitchen and his now cold homemade breakfast.

“Barry, I think you should take a look at this.” She pointed at the news story flashing on the screen.

“…Seventh such scientific research facility to go up in flames this week, the fourth with a signed piece of paper attributing the arson to a man identifying himself as Heatwave.” The screen flashed to a piece of paper with this message. ‘This ‘Heatwave’ will not be over til we see a ‘Flash’ flood. This summer’s just gonna be getting hotter.’ “This is the third time he’s called for the Flash, yet no response has been given.”

“Barry, you need this. Go. I’ll be fine.”

“But I don’t want to risk anyone else, Mom. I miss her.”

“I know Barry, but if one life lost saves many more, that one life is worth it, your father believed that, I believe that, and I hope that you can believe that.”

“…I …I do. Take care, Mom. I’ll be back in a few hours or so to check up on you.”

All of a sudden Barry was in his costume, and a red and blue blur of wind rushed out the window headed for Missourri.