The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)

I walk back out to the Batmobile, as Dent, more than likely, is chewing up the Maroni brothers. I already deduced he won't kill them yet. His obsession drives him, at this state of mind. He'll want the man who killed his wife before them.

And he'll get them. In jail, prosecuted like any other criminal. But for now, I need to keep a closer eye on him. I can't be too careful. But for now, I have a killer to find. And I have just the resource to do it with...

I pause. God, I'm considering them 'resources' now. I really am too involved in this...

I touch the side of my cowl, activating the radio link. It dials, as I hide around a corner, away from Dent. I'd rather not bring up the fact that I'm using one of his employees as a contact within his office.

"Rachel Dawes."

"I need to keep this quick, so pay attention. You're alone?"

"Good timing. I just got done seeing a client."

"I'm with an old friend of your's. Harvey Dent."

I can swear that I hear the sound of glass dropping and shattering onto a floor, from the other side of the line.

"What?!"

"Calm down. Believe me, in this state, you wouldn't even recognise him."

"Is he alright? Was he hurt?"

"-He's fine. Though I can't tell physically. He's been wearing a mask over his face the entire time I've been with. But I need your help."

"In what way?"

"I need you to go over a list of any male co-workers tied to Dent. One that would have a personal history with him."

"...Why?"

I consider telling her. Gilda Dent was a personal friend of her's... It may be too much. And I can't risk a breakdown during this time. It's critical that I hurry.

"Ms. Dawes, I don't have much time. Harvey needs to be put into care immediatley, and the sooner you give me that information, the sooner he can be."

I hear a pause on the other line.

"...Alright. But I want to know eventually. He is my friend... I deserve to know."

"Fine. Now the names?"

"I don't believe there are any, now that I think about it. We're a pretty low-staffed office. Except..."

"Except?"

"Vernon. Vernon Fields... Harvey's personal assistant. He's still an intern, but he's the only one that would fit what you asked about."

I cross-examine this in my mind.

Dent's personal assistant hires a hit on him. It kills his wife, physically injures him, and destroys his home. The question is a matter of motive. Why would someone like that order the hit? Jealousy? A low-self esteem? Maybe even a promotion? Dawes did mention he was an intern...

"Thanks."

"Wait. Why did you want to know? Where are you n-"

I turn off the comm, and walk to the Batmobile. I can only hope that I didn't just lose my only contact within the DA's office. It's a critical line in this 'war' I've started for myself.

Moments later, Dent comes out, pulling the mask back over his neck. He took it off? I'd ask, but it isn't important. Not to mention my own personal hypocrisy in the matter...

I watch as the hatch to The Batmobile opens, and we get inside. Once seated, I finally speak.

"Vernon Fields. The name ring a bell?"

{Harvey Dent}

"Vernon Fields. The name ring a bell?"

My eyebrows lower under my mask as I try and remember the name.

"Yeah hes' my personal assistant, some intern they stuck me with after my regular assistant retired. We hardly talked and we've never had a problem that I know of. Why do you ask?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Freeze knew that there was only one way to cleanse himself from Nora's memory...he had to be the one to have dealings with her.

Forgive me my dear but it is the only way that I can make any sense of this new reality I find myself in.

He then begins lumbering out of his hideout to the cemetary where Nora Friez is buried.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"Vernon Fields. The name ring a bell?"

My eyebrows lower under my mask as I try and remember the name.

"Yeah hes' my personal assistant, some intern they stuck me with after my regular assistant retired. We hardly talked and we've never had a problem that I know of. Why do you ask?"

I respond by starting the boosters on the Batmobile. We rocket forward, pushing us back in our seats, slightly.

"Because your office is understaffed, giving us very few suspects in finding the man responsible. Most of your staff being of female gender helps, aswell."

I turn a corner, setting The Batmobile's internal mainframe GPS to finding the home of Fields.

"Fields was the closest to you, whether you knew it or not. Being your personal assistant, he would've had the nessacary amount of access to certain information. Where you lived. When you'd be home. Precisely when you'd be availible to open a package with a detonated bomb inside."

As I run through all of the information in my head, it only becomes more likely that Fields is the killer. But I still don't have the motive. That's what I intend to find, when I find Fields.

I look over at Dent, briefly. I can't imagine what telling him all of this is going to do. But if I'm to keep him in sight, and avoid his escaping back onto the streets of Gotham, I need to tell him where we're going.

"There's still a chance he isn't. But an interrogation wouldn't hurt."

I don't know, exactly, how I'm going to be able to explain all of this to my allies, when all is said and done. Dawes. Lance. Gordon. Alfred. I'm still trying to figure out if I chose the right way to approach this myself...

But the sooner we're done, the sooner I can try and give the city it's District Attorney back.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I respond by starting the boosters on the Batmobile. We rocket forward, pushing us back in our seats, slightly.

"Because your office is understaffed, giving us very few suspects in finding the man responsible. Most of your staff being of female gender helps, aswell."

I turn a corner, setting The Batmobile's internal mainframe GPS to finding the home of Fields.

"Fields was the closest to you, whether you knew it or not. Being your personal assistant, he would've had the nessacary amount of access to certain information. Where you lived. When you'd be home. Precisely when you'd be availible to open a package with a detonated bomb inside."

As I run through all of the information in my head, it only becomes more likely that Fields is the killer. But I still don't have the motive. That's what I intend to find, when I find Fields.

I look over at Dent, briefly. I can't imagine what telling him all of this is going to do. But if I'm to keep him in sight, and avoid his escaping back onto the streets of Gotham, I need to tell him where we're going.

"There's still a chance he isn't. But an interrogation wouldn't hurt."

I don't know, exactly, how I'm going to be able to explain all of this to my allies, when all is said and done. Dawes. Lance. Gordon. Alfred. I'm still trying to figure out if I chose the right way to approach this myself...

But the sooner we're done, the sooner I can try and give the city it's District Attorney back.

{Harvey Dent}

"Fields was the closest to you, whether you knew it or not. Being your personal assistant, he would've had the nessacary amount of access to certain information. Where you lived. When you'd be home. Precisely when you'd be availible to open a package with a detonated bomb inside."

As Batman tells me this the more it seemed to make sense, I look down at my hand and see it shaking slightly. I ball it into a fist and make it stop, hopefully Batman didn't see it.

"There's still a chance he isn't. But an interrogation wouldn't hurt."

I node my head and look out the window.

 

[Trigger]

Jason knew it would it eventually come to this. When he first arrived to New Orleans as a fresh young street magician, he thought he could be a huge success; change the face of the street performance. But that was before he met the smug, shrewd Irish man known as Constantine.

He was only a fresh young man at the tender age of 24. Certainly in all of his young naivety, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a normal woman and a vampire in a little black dress. But that didn’t stop Constantine from killing his first girlfriend while they were alone in a K-Mart parking lot, declaring that “she was nothing but a vampire.” Nor did it stop him from smugly laughing at him and calling him “just another familiar.”

Those words stuck with Jason because every time he dabbled in the dark arts and accidentally summoned some dark creature of some sort, Constantine would show up. It’s not like Jason would ever let a gryphon eat 3rd graders; he just wanted to see how fast it could move. Of course that never stopped Constantine from reporting him to police, beating him up, and/or destroying his reputation in the underworld of New Orleans. He would always found a way to get the upper hand on Jason, and he always will, but it wasn’t losing to lucky drunks that bothered him. It was the incessant teasing and jokes. He was always referred to as “that crazy British familiar” by everyone Constantine knew (and in a town full of magic users, that was pretty much, everyone.)

But their next run in would be different. When he acquired the Talisman of Lazarus from an investor in Egypt, things really started to look up. With this new toy he could bend reality to his will. Stealing half of it wasn’t going to help Constantine at all. Victory may have been in his grasp, but the urgency of his mission wasn’t lost on him.

Jason could feel them near him. He could taste their anxiety in the air. His powers were in constant flux without the other half of the talisman, but that was fine with him. He’d rather hallucinate and go insane than lose to Constantine again. His body began to pulse energy. The time for reviving Neron was nigh.

Jason applied several tattoos to his chest and arms while gazing into his bathroom mirror. He felt strong, he felt like a real warrior. He swaggered out of the bathroom and into his living room. The circle he outlined in gold paint was still in the center of the room where he left it. He gathered a few candles and placed them around the circle. He got on his knees and looked up into the ceiling. He let the ambient energy mix with his senses before trying to contact Him again.

“Oh great Neron, lend me your gracious and all hearing ear….”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Ryuko had never consumed any alcohol in his life. The path to enlightenment and true strength required as much. However the only way he could get close enough to his next target, Duela Dent, was to pretend that he was a patron at her nightclub, The Menagerie.

Ryuko didn’t even bother wearing his black suit as usual. With the knowledge of his impending departure from the H.I.V.E., there was no need for him to stick to his normal MO. He wore a black leather jacket and a baseball cap that clearly sent out the signal that he was a shady person, but that hardly made him standout from any of the other lowlifes hanging out in the club.

Duela began to bang her head in rhythm with her bass guitarist and the crowd went wild. Her make-up, which always made her look pasty white, was starting to run, and her long green hair flailed as she danced to the erratic beat of her latest single, “Who’s My Daddy?” When she finished, everyone was still howling as if she was still on stage.

Ryuko drank the last of his vodka martini and watched Duela exit to her dressing room through the corner of his eye. He paid the bartender and disappeared into the thick crowd of lowlifes and partygoers.

Backstage, Duela was being complimented and prepped as usual. Grace wiped her face with a towel and kept giving her a steady stream of compliments, each less true than the last.

“You were fabulous, really.”

Duela sipped a coke handed to her and looked at Grace in mild amusement.

“Was I really that good? Or are you just saying that?”

“I’m just saying it.”

They both laughed out loud. A few interns and members of Duela’s band, The Big Top, turned and smiled. However in the corner of her eye, Duela spotted one intern (a particularly nerdy one at that) hovering over a small television set.

“Hey Four-Eyes! Back off the TV. and get us some vodka! We gonna raise some hell tonight!” she declared.

A few of the people backstage cheered, but the intern didn’t move. Instead he watched the TV intently and then turned around with a nervous look on his face. Everyone’s mood was soured by the sight of this strange nerdy young man, and in turn his knees buckled under the weight of the attention placed on him.

“What’s wrong with you? Your computer crash or something?” she joked.

The room remained silent.

“I w-was watching the news…”

“And?”

“They found Elizabeth Kane in her apartment. She was brutally beaten and left for dead. The doctors aren’t sure she’ll make it, and her attacker is still on the loose…”

The room grew still now. No one, not an intern, not a band member, moved.

“So. What are you implying?”

“Hank Hall, now Elizabeth Kane….”

“Probably not related-”

“They happened so close together…”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Conner and Don are fine.”

“When was the last time you talked to either one of them?”

Duela looked around the quiet room with an annoyed look on her face.

“Out.” She muttered.

Everyone filed out of the room with the exception of Grace. Grace Choi had never left Duela’s side since their first meeting in that hot Mexican bar. She was a good friend, a real friend. The only other person who went under that category was-

“We should call him.” Grace said, now that they were alone.

“It has been awhile.” She agreed.

Duela walked over to a stack of suitcases in one corner of the room and dug through them, searching for her cell phone. Grace stood by the door and watched her. She always stood by the door when Duela had something important to do.

Or at least that’s what two weeks of stalking had taught Ryuko. He waited until there was no one around the door to Duela’s dressing room before plunging his blade through it. Sure enough, a scream was heard and there was a loud thump following it. Ryuko knocked down the door and in the process sent Grace’s unconscious body flying into the air. She collided into a wall and sank to the ground.

Ryuko stood before Duela with his sword readied at his side. Tears ran down her sweaty face and she scooted into a corner. He ambled slowly towards her and raised his blood stained sword into the air. He arched his back and prepared to unleash his full strength in one blow.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered as he slashed the blade downward in Duela’s direction.

Duela’s fight-or-flight instincts kicked in and she raised her arms to shield herself from the inevitable blow. Neither of them realized Grace was behind him with a bat.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I've told Dent to stay away. Now I find myself questioning if I had the right to.

The man I'm standing before, sleeping in his bed, could've killed Dent's wife. The reason I made Dent stay in the Batmobile was to keep him from killing Fields, if he did... But I also remember my actions when the woman I loved was taken from me in murder. The number goes through my head. Three hundred fifty. All taken. All by me. Just because one took the life of Talia Al Ghul, the woman I intended to marry.

Is that hypocricy, on my part? By not allowing Dent the privilage of getting his revenge, am I denying him something I once abused myself?

No, Bruce. What you're doing is a betterment. You're trying to prevent someone else from making the mistake you did. It's for the better.

I look over Fields. It's for the better.

"Wake up."

He stirs, a little. Definatley heard me.

"Huh... Ma... wha... What?"

"WAKE UP."

His eyes open. I spread my cape, illuminating the shadow of my namesake over him. His eyes go from open, to widened.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

He nearly falls out of bed, as I leap over it, blocking his way of exit. I grab him by the collar of his pajamas, and pull him from the bed, and even a few feet from the ground. Letting out a growl, I secure the grip. He's not going anywhere.

"What... What do you want?!"

"Answers. Regarding your boss. You're going to give them to me."

"Harvey?! He's dead! He has to-"

"Has to be? That's funny, considering the reports of his escape from the hospital. But I suppose you wouldn't pay attention to that, considering your overconfidence in his murder."

"What do you m-"

"His assistant would have the proper access to the exact times Dent would be home. The hit was called from your office, by a male, in an office mainly consistant of females. All signs point to you, Fields."

He struggles.

"I'M INNOCENT! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! INNOCENT! INNOCENT!"

"AND AN INNOCENT MAN HAS NOTHING TO FEAR! But you fear me, don't you?! DON'T YOU?!"

"I... I..."

It's becoming increasingly clear, from his body language to his reactions with each question. The way he stutters. The way he reacted to my prescence, even. Almost as if he expected it... On a guilty concience.

My hunches were right, for whatever reason. Vernon Fields murdered Gilda Dent.

I throw him into his wall, standing over.

"WHY, Fields?! Why did you do it?! Why did you turn to murder?!"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Freeze arrives at Nora's grave and says, "Forgive me my love, but this is the only way. I have to do this on my terms to make peace with the past and to move on."

With that he buries the barrell of the gun into the ground and freezes the grave with a special liqud nitrogen base solution. He shatters the grave and pulls out the coffin.

He aims the gun at coffin and then realizes something. Even with my strength that coffin was very light.

He rips the lid off and...SHE'S GONE!!!! To do the research they needed...Carlson Industries would've needed to...
He heads off to Carlson Industries.

 

[Byrd Man]

(Riddler IC)
"Theres no bell, Must be one of those silent alarms"

He looks at his newest thug for hire with cold disdane

"Your wasting valuble time fool, blow the vault and get the money before the police or a large man in underoos come calling"

Brett runs off to the vault while he leave his calling card, a little red enevelope with a large white question mark, inside is a penny

"Penny for your thoughts"

suddenly a thought struck him, "why? Youll get away with it easy no one will know it's you but this is proof who done it exhibt A in the trial a few months from now"

"No"

he says aloud

"I must leave it, how else will he know it was me?"

"You like getting caught don't you?" a little voice says in his head "You like to tell the truth you must"

"No of course not i'm just after

"Revenge after all that slimeball Edmonds did to you, taking your ideas and selling them to Watne Enterprises you want to make him to suffer to show him that Edward Nigma is not a push over not just him everybody even DAD"

"Father has nothing to do with this besides,Don't call me that, Edward Nigma is dead i'm The Riddler and anyway this will be diffrent, Batman won't be able to figure this one out and even if he does he'll be too late"

a loud exsplosion rocked him and Brett runs in with two small bags

"I got it Boss"

"Good lad, lets go"

They hurried to the car parked outside and made there getaway into the night tapped to the front door of the back is a red envelope with a white question mark on it and the words

To: Batman
From: The Riddler

Written in green ink

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)

I've told Dent to stay away. Now I find myself questioning if I had the right to.

The man I'm standing before, sleeping in his bed, could've killed Dent's wife. The reason I made Dent stay in the Batmobile was to keep him from killing Fields, if he did... But I also remember my actions when the woman I loved was taken from me in murder. The number goes through my head. Three hundred fifty. All taken. All by me. Just because one took the life of Talia Al Ghul, the woman I intended to marry.

Is that hypocricy, on my part? By not allowing Dent the privilage of getting his revenge, am I denying him something I once abused myself?

No, Bruce. What you're doing is a betterment. You're trying to prevent someone else from making the mistake you did. It's for the better.

I look over Fields. It's for the better.

"Wake up."

He stirs, a little. Definatley heard me.

"Huh... Ma... wha... What?"

"WAKE UP."

His eyes open. I spread my cape, illuminating the shadow of my namesake over him. His eyes go from open, to widened.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

He nearly falls out of bed, as I leap over it, blocking his way of exit. I grab him by the collar of his pajamas, and pull him from the bed, and even a few feet from the ground. Letting out a growl, I secure the grip. He's not going anywhere.

"What... What do you want?!"

"Answers. Regarding your boss. You're going to give them to me."

"Harvey?! He's dead! He has to-"

"Has to be? That's funny, considering the reports of his escape from the hospital. But I suppose you wouldn't pay attention to that, considering your overconfidence in his murder."

"What do you m-"

"His assistant would have the proper access to the exact times Dent would be home. The hit was called from your office, by a male, in an office mainly consistant of females. All signs point to you, Fields."

He struggles.

"I'M INNOCENT! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! INNOCENT! INNOCENT!"

"AND AN INNOCENT MAN HAS NOTHING TO FEAR! But you fear me, don't you?! DON'T YOU?!"

"I... I..."

It's becoming increasingly clear, from his body language to his reactions with each question. The way he stutters. The way he reacted to my prescence, even. Almost as if he expected it... On a guilty concience.

My hunches were right, for whatever reason. Vernon Fields murdered Gilda Dent.

I throw him into his wall, standing over.

"WHY, Fields?! Why did you do it?! Why did you turn to murder?!"

{Harvey Dent}

As I sit in the Batmobile my other starts to give me crap.

"I can't believe we're not in there!"

"Iv told you before we can't do anything to damage our alliance anymore, we need Batman to find the killer."

"THIS MAY VERY WELL COULD BE THE KILLER YOU F**KIN *****! Im just sayin lets go scope it out, Batman isnt the only person that can be quiet when they want to be."

What choice did I have, after a few minutes of button pressing we find the controls to open the cockpit. We climb out and head into the house of my assistant.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

Fields reaches for a shotgun on the floor, as I advance. I save him the trouble of a poor shot, in his shaken state, and kick it away from him. He dives forward, in a frontal attack. I easily counter it with a grab to his wrist, and a right hook to his face, before slamming him into the wall before my shoulder.

He still hasn't answered my question. I grab him, again. This time, I'm not letting go until I have what I want.

"WHY?!"

"B... Because... Because I loved her!"

...

What?

"What are you talking about?", I ask.

"Gilda. I... We... I never meant to kill her... It's..."

"A little late for that."

"NO! You don't understand... We were having an affair behind Harvey's back."

An affair? You mean to tell me, in all of this... I've been searching for the murderer of a woman who was unfaithful to her husband... because I felt sorry for the husband for losing that same woman that he loved?

I didn't think it was possible... But I think I made an even bigger mistake than originally thought. I should've just arrested Dent, and brought him in for help from the start. I solved this case on my own... And I didn't need Dent's help... especially at this level. Damn it...

"But she still loved him. Didn't she?"

"It was the only thing standing between us. He... I spent months, being his lackey. Getting his papers. Filing his reports. And I didn't get so much as a thank you, to show for it. I had no remorse in thinking about the possibility of killing him, but..."

"You didn't count on her being home that night."

"I tried to get her out. Tried to warn her... But she was sick of hiding from him. She told me she was going to tell him. Everything. About our nights... our passion... I knew Harvey would kill me. Literally, kill me."

I'm beginning to see how this took place.

"So you decided not to call off the hit. To protect yourself from Dent. Even if it meant at the cost of Gilda."

"You have to understand..."

"No. I don't. You're a murderer, plain and simple. Love doesn't change that, and even if it did... You obviously didn't love her enough. You're going to jail. Let's go.", I say, getting ready to drag him out.

I've had enough of watching Gotham go to people like Fields. From this day forward, it ends. And that's a promise. As I near the door, it opens for me. My eyes widen.

"Oh no..."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)

Fields reaches for a shotgun on the floor, as I advance. I save him the trouble of a poor shot, in his shaken state, and kick it away from him. He dives forward, in a frontal attack. I easily counter it with a grab to his wrist, and a right hook to his face, before slamming him into the wall before my shoulder.

He still hasn't answered my question. I grab him, again. This time, I'm not letting go until I have what I want.

"WHY?!"

"B... Because... Because I loved her!"

...

What?

"What are you talking about?", I ask.

"Gilda. I... We... I never meant to kill her... It's..."

"A little late for that."

"NO! You don't understand... We were having an affair behind Harvey's back."

An affair? You mean to tell me, in all of this... I've been searching for the murderer of a woman who was unfaithful to her husband... because I felt sorry for the husband for losing that same woman that he loved?

I didn't think it was possible... But I think I made an even bigger mistake than originally thought. I should've just arrested Dent, and brought him in for help from the start. I solved this case on my own... And I didn't need Dent's help... especially at this level. Damn it...

"But she still loved him. Didn't she?"

"It was the only thing standing between us. He... I spent months, being his lackey. Getting his papers. Filing his reports. And I didn't get so much as a thank you, to show for it. I had no remorse in thinking about the possibility of killing him, but..."

"You didn't count on her being home that night."

"I tried to get her out. Tried to warn her... But she was sick of hiding from him. She told me she was going to tell him. Everything. About our nights... our passion... I knew Harvey would kill me. Literally, kill me."

I'm beginning to see how this took place.

"So you decided not to call off the hit. To protect yourself from Dent. Even if it meant at the cost of Gilda."

"You have to understand..."

"No. I don't. You're a murderer, plain and simple. Love doesn't change that, and even if it did... You obviously didn't love her enough. You're going to jail. Let's go.", I say, getting ready to drag him out.

I've had enough of watching Gotham go to people like Fields. From this day forward, it ends. And that's a promise. As I near the door, it opens for me. My eyes widen.

"Oh no..."

{Harvey Dent}

Tears were falling down my face as Fields confessed, I can't believe how blind I was. How could Gilda do that? I thought she was happy, I thought that if anything was wrong she could of talked to me. I guess she wasent to go running to another man, my other was completely crazed. He keeps trying to seize control but im able to hold him off for now. I slowly open the door and walk into his bedroom, If I didnt know better I could swear I saw a look of fear on Batman's face but I might have been mistaken. I walk up to Fields and look down at him, he seems to shrink back against the wall.

"Vernon I hate to tell you this but, the only person you succeeded in killing was poor Gilda."

I reach up and rip the mask from my face.

"You failed Vernon and Im going to make you pay!"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

Tears were falling down my face as Fields confessed, I can't believe how blind I was. How could Gilda do that? I thought she was happy, I thought that if anything was wrong she could of talked to me. I guess she wasent to go running to another man, my other was completely crazed. He keeps trying to seize control but im able to hold him off for now. I slowly open the door and walk into his bedroom, If I didnt know better I could swear I saw a look of fear on Batman's face but I might have been mistaken. I walk up to Fields and look down at him, he seems to shrink back against the wall.

"Vernon I hate to tell you this but, the only person you succeeded in killing was poor Gilda."

I reach up and rip the mask from my face.

"You failed Vernon and Im going to make you pay!"

I step between them, defensively, keeping hold of Fields as he tries to squirm away. Dent is beyond angry. And I can't blame him... but I can't let him throw what little chance he has a regaining a normal life away by becoming a murderer. I have to stop him.

"Dent, I know you're angry. And you have every right to be, but remember what you-"

It's at that moment that I see him without his mask. I'm stopped in my sentance. The extent of the damage to his face... It's the first time I've seen it. I had no idea...

"My god..."

It's at that moment that I feel Field's break away from me. Both Dent and I turn, seeing him run for the window. IDIOT. You should've kept hold of him at any cost. What were you thinking?!

Stop. Ignore it. There's no time for blame... Have to act..

I bolt for Fields. But so does Dent. This could become difficult...

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I step between them, defensively, keeping hold of Fields as he tries to squirm away. Dent is beyond angry. And I can't blame him... but I can't let him throw what little chance he has a regaining a normal life away by becoming a murderer. I have to stop him.

"Dent, I know you're angry. And you have every right to be, but remember what you-"

It's at that moment that I see him without his mask. I'm stopped in my sentance. The extent of the damage to his face... It's the first time I've seen it. I had no idea...

"My god..."

It's at that moment that I feel Field's break away from me. Both Dent and I turn, seeing him run for the window. IDIOT. You should've kept hold of him at any cost. What were you thinking?!

Stop. Ignore it. There's no time for blame... Have to act..

I bolt for Fields. But so does Dent. This could become difficult...

{Harvey Dent}

My other half laughs in my head to see the stunned look on Batman's face, I open my mouth to say somthing but Fields breaks free of Batman's grip and jumps out of his bedroom window, luckily this wasent a two story house. I climb out of whats left of the window and run after him, I catch up to him and slam him against the batmobile. I pull out the switchblade and jam it into his shoulder.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go! At first I was just going to kill you straight out, but now that I know the truth Im going to make you suffer!"

 

[The BatDude]

It has been a completely ****ty year! All this time I have been working endless nights, I had no kind of social life. Jason and I been working our asses off for a whole year, I am physically weak and I’m starting to think I am slowly losing my mental health as well. I am lying in my bed trying to go to sleep but I can’t. The stress and the nightmares will not let me.
*YAWN*
This might be my lucky day. The Sandman came for me.
*RING RING*
“****!”
I get up and answer the damn phone
“What do you want Zeke?”
“How did you know it was me?”
“I have not been laid in a ****ing year dumbass, I haven’t talked to anyone but you and Roy and sometimes the new hot chick at the office. “
“…………Well I do have some good news”
________________________________________________________________________
Next day
“As I said yesterday on the phone, I made a breakthrough!”
“Man Rex, You look like you went Ninety Years without Slumbering.”
“Cut the crap Zeke! What in God’s name is the point of this?”
“Well to tell you the truth we really don’t know God’s name cause in the book of….”
“ZEKE!”
“Oh right, moving on! Miraclo is homeopathic solution so by adding my chemicals I made a breakthrough You can say I made magic!”
“Zeke that made no God damn sense! In addition, I’ll tell you why. * Inhales* based on an 18th century medical theory, homeopathic medicines follow two basic principles: the Law of Similars, and the Law of Infintessimals. Law of Similars state, “to treat a particular symptom a substance that causes similar symptoms is used” in other words "like with like” ….”
“What’s up with the ruckus in here?”
“Sorry Bill, Rex was telling me about 18th century homeopathy.”
“Well then you should just shut the **** UP and get to work!”
He slams the door
“What a jerk! I feel like I’m in high school again.”
“Rex you don’t have to preach to me about some homo. All you need to know is….it was magic.”
“Oh God.”
“I’m starting to get a church vibe from you because all you do is say “OH GOD!” You’re worse then a porn flick!”
“Is the serum ready for testing?”
“Actually it’s a pill and Roy said not to test on animals since the law suit from PETA.”
“AH, well…I’ll take it.”
“You can’t you don’t have cancer!”
“We’re testing if the steroid is suitable for people not if it cures cancer.”
I grab my stuff and head home. As I walk out, I cannot help but think why I volunteered. Maybe the only subject I could trust is myself. I mean I won’t have to work out any more, I’ll have some sweet biceps by the end of the testing, wait I forgot about the shrinkage. Doesn’t matter my blue balls can take it. As I walk outside, I hear the alarms of the First National Bank of Metropolis.
Someone yells out. “It’s a bank robbery! GET DOWN!”
The bandits started shooting at the pedestrians. I hide behind the alleyway.
“Someone has to stop those bank robbers! “
I look at the people’s faces and decide I need to do something and FAST.
“Look! Up in the sky it’s….”
I look behind me and see there’s a group of tourists yelling.
“It’s a bird!”
“How the hell is that a bird? It’s a plane!”
“No it’s….”
“IT’S MOTHER ****ING SUPERMAN!”
Man I hate tourists when they first see Superman.
I quickly past the family as the two kids started to cry. Then I ran. As I past three blocks, I started to walk slowly home. It is fantastic when you can’t afford a car. You get regular exercise. You do not pollute. In addition, there is no traffic! Who am I kidding it sucks!
I make my way into Suicide Slum and head to my apartment. I start to think about earlier today. The whole bank robbery, freak the hell out of me. This isn’t the first I been in one. However, today, I realized Superman can’t be everywhere at once or can he? Most people think Metropolis is better off then Gotham. ***** smack anyone who tells you that because it is a load of bull. The only reason Metropolis hasn’t become what Gotham is, is because of Superman. We have a hero who doesn’t hide in the shadow. He lets everyone know he is here to save this city. We have someone to look up to, not like that freak in Gotham.
Well I got home in one piece! I walk in only to hear a couple fighting. I should do something but that voice in my head keeps telling I’m just a no good stinky weak *****. I lay down in couch listening to my messages.
“Rex, we are going to start testing tomorrow and Roy tells me that you might get some money out of this.”
“Whoopee! Money like I didn’t have enough of it already!”
I started to drink some beers till I passed out on the couch. Well, that would of happen, if I had more then one bottle. I grab a book I had in the coffee table. I start to read “The Idiot” by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I start dozing off to sleep until I fell off the couch.
“Damn it.”
I make my way to my bed. I slowly get on.
“What a day!”
I feel like a dick when I stat thinking what I said to those tourists.
“IT’S MOTHER ****ING SUPERMAN!”
Sounds like something Samuel L. Jackson would say. Maybe I should read over the Miraclo notes and report. Nah….Right now, I wanna sleep. I just want to sleep…….

 

[twylight]

(IC: Batman)



I step between them, defensively, keeping hold of Fields as he tries to squirm away. Dent is beyond angry. And I can't blame him... but I can't let him throw what little chance he has a regaining a normal life away by becoming a murderer. I have to stop him.

"Dent, I know you're angry. And you have every right to be, but remember what you-"

It's at that moment that I see him without his mask. I'm stopped in my sentance. The extent of the damage to his face... It's the first time I've seen it. I had no idea...

"My god..."

It's at that moment that I feel Field's break away from me. Both Dent and I turn, seeing him run for the window. IDIOT. You should've kept hold of him at any cost. What were you thinking?!

Stop. Ignore it. There's no time for blame... Have to act..

I bolt for Fields. But so does Dent. This could become difficult...

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Gotham City...

I flop on the office couch and pull my mask off. Shivering a little I pull a crocheted blanket over myself, the work of one very devoted housekeeper.

I glance at the plump folder on my desk and swear.
All the footwork and he's not even here. I reach my hand out and grab my cell phone off the desk, it was late but not too late, at least for a cat.

I push the speed dial and hold it to my ear.

"Ted here."

The curt voice say's, a tad bit groggy but still alert.

"Hello Uncle Ted!"

A half a laugh comes.
"Mighta known it was you."

"Caller ID?"

"No, the late- -hour of the call." He said struggling not to swear.

I smile and pull my hair out from behind me allowing it to drape over the armrest of the couch.

"Like I really woke you up and I'm not a child anymore."

"Still don't mean you have to hear it. What can I do you for?"

I tilt my head back and look at the ceiling, the lights from the street painting abstract patterns on it.

"I need more training."


The pause on the other end was all I needed to hear. He was curious and since my 'deeds' or lack thereof had been pushed even to the back page of Gotham's own Guardian how would he even know.

"What are you planning Dinah?"

"I just need some practice that's all."

"Well, come on up tomorrow." He answers.

"Thanks."

"Anything for you, little bird."

I smile fondly into the phone.

"Love ya."

"You too."

I flip the phone shut with a *snap* and put my arm behind my head.

I wish it was just practice. Truth is Ted's trained practically everyone in the business and he's still in touch with the training circuit, so if anyone knew who Batman came from, Ted might.

I glance at one of the pictures on the wall. A little blonde girl sandwiched between a thin, wairy darkhaired man in a brown suit and a stocky man in boxing trunks, his hands wrapped in tape. Next to it is a picture of me wearing Slam's old police hat, more than 3 sizes to big it drapes over one of my eyes, slam's mug in the background smiling. That one was taken right her in this office. Interesting how even when dad died I was never fatherless.

I stand up and stretch before picking up the picture of Dad on the desk.

"What now daddy?" I whisper as I gaze at it, before shifting my look outside the window. Police siren's howling in the night and painting the dark buildings red.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

My other half laughs in my head to see the stunned look on Batman's face, I open my mouth to say somthing but Fields breaks free of Batman's grip and jumps out of his bedroom window, luckily this wasent a two story house. I climb out of whats left of the window and run after him, I catch up to him and slam him against the batmobile. I pull out the switchblade and jam it into his shoulder.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go! At first I was just going to kill you straight out, but now that I know the truth Im going to make you suffer!"

I grab his arm, pulling him back before he can hit Fields. I cannot allow him to do this... There are people that are counting on me to save Harvey Dent. If I let him murder Fields, I will have failed that obligation.

"NO, Dent!", I yell, angrily, as he struggles to be released from my grasp.

"We had a deal. No one dies, tonight. NO ONE!", I continue.

"Don't let what he did take the rest of your life away. He's the murderer. Not you. You can still save yourself..."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I grab his arm, pulling him back before he can hit Fields. I cannot allow him to do this... There are people that are counting on me to save Harvey Dent. If I let him murder Fields, I will have failed that obligation.

"NO, Dent!", I yell, angrily, as he struggles to be released from my grasp.

"We had a deal. No one dies, tonight. NO ONE!", I continue.

"Don't let what he did take the rest of your life away. He's the murderer. Not you. You can still save yourself..."

{Harvey Dent}

"Oh im am saving myself Batman! After I kill this slime I can have my life back! I can't let him just go to jail where he'll be taken care of for the rest of his life! HE NEEDS TO SUFFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I continue to try and wrestle free of Batman's grip, when that doesnt work try punching his arm acouple of times but it doesnt seem to faze him.

"Please Batman let me do this, you had to have gone through somthing like this to be in that suit doing what you do! Did anyone try to stop you?! I beg you please......"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"Oh im am saving myself Batman! After I kill this slime I can have my life back! I can't let him just go to jail where he'll be taken care of for the rest of his life! HE NEEDS TO SUFFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I continue to try and wrestle free of Batman's grip, when that doesnt work try punching his arm acouple of times but it doesnt seem to faze him.

"Please Batman let me do this, you had to have gone through somthing like this to be in that suit doing what you do! Did anyone try to stop you?! I beg you please......"

I listen to his words. They're the only thing that affect me. I listen to his determination... His need for vengeance. They only remind me of why I can't let him do this. Maybe it's already too late. Maybe I've already failed. But damn it, I'm not about to give up. I have too many people trusting me not to let it happen...

"...Yes. I did."

I spin, throwing Dent into a wall with both of my hands, just to get his attention.

"And that's exactly why I'm trying to stop you. This life? What I've become? It's not something I'd wish on anyone. It's not a blessing, by any means nessacary.

It's... hard for me to recite all of this to him. All of the pain... the torment I endured, with one single turning point in my life. But if it makes even a bit of difference... It'll all be worth it.

"I was put in your shoes, once. Faced with a decision of taking revenge for a wrongdoing commited against me. And the worst part... the most regrettable part of that entire instance... was the fact that I took it.

I find myself becoming bitter... angrier, that someone else has had to suffer a similar tragedy to my own. I should've been alone in this. It isn't fair, nor right.

"It won't bring justice to your wife. It won't even ease your pain. It'll only weigh on you for the rest of your life."

I soften my tone, thinking of the allies depending on me. The people who genuinely care for this man... and the impact this has taken on their lives already. I will not... and refuse to watch them suffer aswell.

"District Attorney Dent... What I'm asking of you is to stand down. If not for yourself... For even your sanity... think of the other's. The ones who still care about you. Would it all be worth destroying their lives, aswell as yours?"

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I listen to his words. They're the only thing that affect me. I listen to his determination... His need for vengeance. They only remind me of why I can't let him do this. Maybe it's already too late. Maybe I've already failed. But damn it, I'm not about to give up. I have too many people trusting me not to let it happen...

"...Yes. I did."

I spin, throwing Dent into a wall with both of my hands, just to get his attention.

"And that's exactly why I'm trying to stop you. This life? What I've become? It's not something I'd wish on anyone. It's not a blessing, by any means nessacary.

It's... hard for me to recite all of this to him. All of the pain... the torment I endured, with one single turning point in my life. But if it makes even a bit of difference... It'll all be worth it.

"I was put in your shoes, once. Faced with a decision of taking revenge for a wrongdoing commited against me. And the worst part... the most regrettable part of that entire instance... was the fact that I took it.

I find myself becoming bitter... angrier, that someone else has had to suffer a similar tragedy to my own. I should've been alone in this. It isn't fair, nor right.

"It won't bring justice to your wife. It won't even ease your pain. It'll only weigh on you for the rest of your life."

I soften my tone, thinking of the allies depending on me. The people who genuinely care for this man... and the impact this has taken on their lives already. I will not... and refuse to watch them suffer aswell.

"District Attorney Dent... What I'm asking of you is to stand down. If not for yourself... For even your sanity... think of the other's. The ones who still care about you. Would it all be worth destroying their lives, aswell as yours?"

{Harvey Dent}

With that I loss control of my emotions. The pain of Gilda's death, the betrayal of someone I trusted and the revelation of Gilda's unfaithfulness hits me like a shot to the heart. Tears slowly start to stream down my face.

"I just don't know what to do anymore! A part of me wants to rip his heart out! But another part of me wants to see him rot in jail. Help me Batman, I I just don't know what to do anymore."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

With that I loss control of my emotions, tears slowly start to stream down my face.

"I just don't know what to do anymore! A part of me wants to rip his heart out! But another part of me wants to see him rot in jail. Help me Batman, I I just don't know what to do anymore."

His voice. I've been noticing it. It shifts from calm and collective, to broken and vengeful. Almost two completely different people. All of this is affecting him worse than I thought...

"Do what I never had the courage to.", I say, looking over at Fields with an unexplainable vent of anger. One that I've learned to use ever since my parents died.

"Serve him the rightful justice. If he's to die, it should be decided through the system that Harvey Dent always believed in. No other way is acceptable."

I lower my head, slightly.

"I should know."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



His voice. I've been noticing it. It shifts from calm and collective, to broken and vengeful. Almost two completely different people. All of this is affecting him worse than I thought...

"Do what I never had the courage to.", I say, looking over at Fields with an unexplainable vent of anger. One that I've learned to use ever since my parents died.

"Serve him the rightful justice. If he's to die, it should be decided through the system that Harvey Dent always believed in. No other way is acceptable."

I lower my head, slightly.

"I should know."

{Harvey Dent}

Batman's voice softens slightly, he's right, Fields has to be brought to justice. Tried and convicted of his crime, this is how it has to be.

"Your right, vengence isnt the answer, even if I wanted it to be."

I get to my feet and walk over to Fields.

"You are under arrest, anything you say....."

A sharp pain shoots through my head which stops me in midsentence.

"Whats the matter with you Dent?! Have you let Batman talk you out of what we agreed to do!?"

"We were wrong! This is the way it has to be."

"Not if I have a say about it!!!"

Suddenly my arm jerks forward and pulls the knife out of Fields's shoulder and press it to his throat.

"DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With a sudden jerk of my hand, Feild's throat is cut and fresh blood spills onto the street and the Batmobile.

"No nononono."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

Batman's voice softens slightly, he's right, Fields has to be brought to justice. Tried and convicted of his crime, this is how it has to be.

"Your right, vengence isnt the answer, even if I wanted it to be."

I get to my feet and walk over to Fields.

"You are under arrest, anything you say....."

A sharp pain shoots through my head which stops me in midsentence.

"Whats the matter with you Dent?! Have you let Batman talk you out of what we agreed to do!?"

"We were wrong! This is the way it has to be."

"Not if I have a say about it!!!"

Suddenly my arm jerks forward and pulls the knife out of Fields's shoulder and press it to his throat.

"DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With a sudden jerk of my hand, Feild's throat is cut and fresh blood spills onto the street and the Batmobile.

"No nononono."

My eyes widen. It happens too fast for me to respond with a reaction that could save Fields' life. It doesn't take long for the body to fall over, obviously limp, as the blood pours out onto the streets.

He... He's... This could be the first corpse I've seen since Talia. That is, if he actually is...

I rush past Dent, who's still in a state of shock. The man who stands before Fields isn't the man who killed him. It was something else. A monster, in Dent. Almost an entirely different person. But I can't worry about that now...

I kneel over on the side that isn't pouring blood, and check Fields' pulse. The wrist, since the neck is injured.

...

Nothing. My head lowers, putting the hand back onto the ground. Fields' is dead. And Dent, maybe against his own will... as strange as it sounds, killed him. I look up.

"He's dead."

The shock of the impact could've given him cardiac arrest, severing any chance he could've had to recover from the wound. If I had even the slightest chance of proving that, I could probably lessen Dent's punishment for this.

But that doesn't change the fact that he killed him. It doesn't change the fact that...

That I failed.

I look at Dent, stepping back from the corpse. His face... both of them, look back at me with confliction. And I can't really blame him. The man did kill his wife, after all. But that doesn't excuse. Murder can never be excused. In some ways... This life, that I've chosen is my punishment. I wish it were that simple for Dent.

"Dent... Harvey... I don't know how to say this. But... You're going to have to come with me. I... have to take you in, now.", I say, with an almost... regret, in it.

Maybe now, Dent can finally get the help he needs. I don't know the fate of his career, even his life... But that doesn't change another fact. I failed him. I failed them... My allies. I... failed. Plain and simple.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



My eyes widen. It happens too fast for me to respond with a reaction that could save Fields' life. It doesn't take long for the body to fall over, obviously limp, as the blood pours out onto the streets.

He... He's... This could be the first corpse I've seen since Talia. That is, if he actually is...

I rush past Dent, who's still in a state of shock. The man who stands before Fields isn't the man who killed him. It was something else. A monster, in Dent. Almost an entirely different person. But I can't worry about that now...

I kneel over on the side that isn't pouring blood, and check Fields' pulse. The wrist, since the neck is injured.

...

Nothing. My head lowers, putting the hand back onto the ground. Fields' is dead. And Dent, maybe against his own will... as strange as it sounds, killed him. I look up.

"He's dead."

The shock of the impact could've given him cardiac arrest, severing any chance he could've had to recover from the wound. If I had even the slightest chance of proving that, I could probably lessen Dent's punishment for this.

But that doesn't change the fact that he killed him. It doesn't change the fact that...

That I failed.

I look at Dent, stepping back from the corpse. His face... both of them, look back at me with confliction. And I can't really blame him. The man did kill his wife, after all. But that doesn't excuse. Murder can never be excused. In some ways... This life, that I've chosen is my punishment. I wish it were that simple for Dent.

"Dent... Harvey... I don't know how to say this. But... You're going to have to come with me. I... have to take you in, now.", I say, with an almost... regret, in it.

Maybe now, Dent can finally get the help he needs. I don't know the fate of his career, even his life... But that doesn't change another fact. I failed him. I failed them... My allies. I... failed. Plain and simple.

{Harvey Dent}

My other laughs as Batman kneels down to check Fields, a useless gesture considering the amount of blood that is pooling on the ground. It feels like im frozen, I can't even look away from Field's body.

"Dent... Harvey... I don't know how to say this. But... You're going to have to come with me. I... have to take you in, now."

As much as I try I can't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.

"Batman it honestly wasent me, it was my other. I couldnt control him."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

My other laughs as Batman kneels down to check Fields, a useless gesture considering the amount of blood that is pooling on the ground. It feels like im frozen, I can't even look away from Field's body.

"Dent... Harvey... I don't know how to say this. But... You're going to have to come with me. I... have to take you in, now."

As much as I try I can't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.

"Batman it honestly wasent me, it was my other. I couldnt control him."

"I know. I've suspected you've developed a split personality for some time, now. Which is why I'm taking you in. You need professional help to rid yourself of the other.", I say, looking over at Fields.

"Before something worse happens."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



"I know. I've suspected you've developed a split personality for some time, now. Which is why I'm taking you in. You need professional help to rid yourself of the other.", I say, looking over at Fields.

"Before something worse happens."

{Harvey Dent}

I node my head.

"Your right, it.......HE has to be stopped!"