The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[MST3K 4ever]

Freeze gets back into Carlson Industries and heads to R & D.

He breaks into each lab one by one until he sees. NORA!
He sees her body laid-out on a lab table. He can't believe it. He knows there is no way, but he checks for a pulse. OH NO! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE THERE"S A FAINT PULSE!

Just then Earl Carlson walks in behind him and says, "I figured you'd show up sooner or later."

Freeze spins around with his gun drawn. Earl says, "Before you kill me don't you want to hear the story."

Freeze just glares at him and lowers his gun.

Earl says, "You see just before she lapsed into her coma we began feeding her small doses of an experimental drug called EPI-421. It's a suspended animation serum, and it works surprisingly well. We almost lost her at the funeral, but luckily enough you left in a hurry with everyone else and we got her out of the ground in-time. We've been doing a lot with the research that you started at Walker Industries. We got our hands on it through coorperate spies and we think we are very close to a cure for Nora. Although I doubt she'll want anything to do with you now."

Freeze asks, "Why was I left out?"

Earl replies, "Simple we couldn't afford to take the company losses in our R &D & Medical divisions. If you and Walker succeeded we'd be out of business."

Freeze raises his gun and Earl pulls out a syringe and holds it over Nora's heart.

He says, "I wouldn't Victor, or should I say freeze it!" He chuckles a bit and says, "You see this syringe is full of EPI-421. I have to give it gradually, otherwise all it once and she'll never have to worry about opening her eyes ever again. Now leave here and never come back. Once she wakes up and is cured...we'll tell her that you moved on with your life and have no desire to ever see her again."

Freeze says, "All of this...my life as it is now and everything that has happened it was all for greed and based upon a lie."

Earl says, "In a matter of speaking yes."

Freeze kicks the lab table away and Earl starts to stumble. He throws the syringe at Freeze who frezzes it in mid-flight.

He picks up Earl with one hand and Points the gun at him.

Earl says, "Victor it was my father's plan. He did it all I just followed orders."

Freeze says, "Victor is dead now, and you could've exercised your own free-will but you chose to go with him. Now you will pay."

He drops his gun and chokes Earl until he feels a crack in Earl's neck.

Freeze drops the body and begins grabbing vial after vial of EPi-421 and the notes with it. He then grabs Nora's body and says, "Soon my dear you will be in more comfortable surroundings."

He lumbers back to his hideout.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

I node my head.

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

I nod in response. It's... quiet, for a few moments. I don't even know how I manage to reach my hand back, but I suddenly find myself grabbing the cuffs from one of the pouches of my utlility belt, and walking towards him.

I don't know how I'm going to be able to explain this to Gordon. Or Dawes, who might even be the new District Attorney, now. Even Lance is deserving of an explanation, considering I just remembered that I requested certain information from her, and never showed up to take it.

How am I going to be able to explain that I failed to prevent a friend... a vital member of the Gotham City justice system... from unlawfully taking a life, due to his newfound schitzophrenia? Especially when I'm trying to convince them that I am the only one who can utlimately put the first steps in saving the city in place... Will they be able to trust me again?

There are no ways I can express my apologises to any of them. None. I'll just have to live with the concequences of my actions. Or inactions. As will Dent, now...

"I promise you. I'll see to it that you get every nessacary form of aid at your disposal. You will be one, again...", I say, approaching him.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I nod in response. It's... quiet, for a few moments. I don't even know how I manage to reach my hand back, but I suddenly find myself grabbing the cuffs from one of the pouches of my utlility belt, and walking towards him.

I don't know how I'm going to be able to explain this to Gordon. Or Dawes, who might even be the new District Attorney, now. Even Lance is deserving of an explanation, considering I just remembered that I requested certain information from her, and never showed up to take it.

How am I going to be able to explain that I failed to prevent a friend... a vital member of the Gotham City justice system... from unlawfully taking a life, due to his newfound schitzophrenia? Especially when I'm trying to convince them that I am the only one who can utlimately put the first steps in saving the city in place... Will they be able to trust me again?

There are no ways I can express my apologises to any of them. None. I'll just have to live with the concequences of my actions. Or inactions. As will Dent, now...

"I promise you. I'll see to it that you get every nessacary form of aid at your disposal. You will be one, again...", I say, approaching him.

{Harvey Dent}

I extend my arms out for him to place the cuffs on my wrists. As he approaches ready to place the cuffs on me, my arms jerk away.

"NO WAY! YOUR NOT LOCKING ME UP YOU HEAR ME!!!"

"It has to be done!"

"NO WAY DENT! IV DELT WITH YOU CRAP FOR LONG ENOUGH! IM IN CONTROL NOW IM......."

I lash out with all my strength trying to get control of my body again, I seize control and drop to my knees looking up at Batman.

"Do it now! I don't know how long I can hold him!"

 

[Trigger]

“Pathetic! How can you even dream of serving me whilst this Irish imbecile whacks you around?” the voice inside Jason’s head raged.

Neron was the prince of hell. Bartering with him was scary as his, but the idea of losing his soul only added to that.

“P-please! If I had a little more power, I could crush Constantine and use the other half of the talisman to summon you!”

Neron didn’t respond, instead he heard the sound of his front door shattering into a thousand splinters. On the other side of the door way, Constantine brandishing a shot gun stood. Conner floated behind him, ready to attack, and Don was with them too. The sparkle of determination in their eye told him that they were prepared to fight.

“Who were you talking to?” Constantine said smile, a cigarette dangling between his lips.

“I was summoning-”

Jason stopped mid-sentence. Revealing his plans would only help Constantine defeat him. Of course, if Constantine knew what was about to happen, he wouldn’t have brought Don and Conner.

“Give up that talisman!”

Jason’s body glowed with a red aura, and he lunged at Constantine. Constantine leapt back and took a potshot at Jason. The shot connected and sent Jason flying into a wall.

“Now!”


Conner flew past Constantine and grabbed Jason’s left arm. Don followed him and grabbed Jason’s right arm. The three struggled on ground while Constantine as usual searched his pocket’s contents for an ingredient. Jason beneath the pile caught a glance at Constantine and smiled.



“What are you doing, you unintelligent twit? Searching for a component?”

“While I could, as usual, smugly point out how you calling me a twit is ironic, I’ll humor you this time. Yes, I’m digging for a component to a spell, and yes, it’s a spell that’ll sedate you.”

Despite the weight of both Don and Conner being pushed on him, Jason continued talking as if they weren’t there at all.

“Heh, don’t you ever think of something new? You sedated me last time we fought. Don’t you remember?”

“What? You mean that time I spanked you at the docks for stealing a vampire bane from me? Yes, I remember it fully. The sleeping charm worked so well I decided to use it twice. Besides, you’ve really got no right to criticize me, considering how often you use the same tactics.”

“True, but I’ve learned. I’ve learned to not rush into your traps and gags any longer. This time, I caught you.”

“Hmmm?”

Jason smiled and his eyes began to glow the same color as his aura. The front slammed shut by itself and Constantine’s cigarette was ripped from his mouth.

“Hey-”

“You won’t need a cigarette when I’m done with you!”

Conner and Don’s bodies were yanked into the air and became stuck to the ceiling. Constantine followed and let out a small grunt when he hit the ceiling. From their positions, they could clearly see that they were now opposite of Jason’s hand drawn pentagram.

“John! I thought you said we could take him!”

“Hell, I thought we could!”

Jason floated up towards them. He studied Conner’s body and then floated towards Don. He examined the skinny man and then smiled again; something Conner had learned was not a good thing.

“Perfect!”

With the flick of a wrist a kitchen knife flew to Jason’s side. Don let out a frightened cry at the sight of him with it.

“Jason, don’t-!”

Conner and Constantine watched helplessly as Jason plunged the blade into Don’s lower right abdomen. Don let out a heartbreaking whimper as the blade cut into him.

“Jason, what in the nine hells are you doing?!”

Jason’s eyes locked into Don’s as he slowly withdrew the blade. Don’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he seemed to be unconscious. Jason floated back and watched Don’s blood drip onto his candle-lit circle. Constantine used this chance to get another word in.

“Jason! How could you do that?! What are you planning?!”

He smiled. As the blood dripped on the symbol his whole body seemed to tense up. He looked at Constantine with bulging, energized eyes.

“A feast for my master, and you’re the main course!”

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

I extend my arms out for him to place the cuffs on my wrists. As he approaches ready to place the cuffs on me, my arms jerk away.

"NO WAY! YOUR NOT LOCKING ME UP YOU HEAR ME!!!"

"It has to be done!"

"NO WAY DENT! IV DELT WITH YOU CRAP FOR LONG ENOUGH! IM IN CONTROL NOW IM......."

I lash out with all my strength trying to get control of my body again, I seize control and drop to my knees looking up at Batman.

"Do it now! I don't know how long I can hold him!"

He's losing control. That's obvious. But what isn't it how much he still has. His other half is bettering him... lashing out every other second. I look at the cuffs in my hands. I'm about to arrest someone. I have no right to do so, but it's times like these that make me ignore those simplistic 'facts' of society.

I rush forward, grabbing Dent and slamming him onto the Batmobile. I take his head, and slam the scarred side of his face onto it. A message sent, I believe. I don't like his other half.

"You have the right to remain silent."

I lean down, peering at Dent's scarred side.

"And I trust you'll find the ability."

It's in that moment that I realise, He's gotten lose. Oh no...

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



He's losing control. That's obvious. But what isn't it how much he still has. His other half is bettering him... lashing out every other second. I look at the cuffs in my hands. I'm about to arrest someone. I have no right to do so, but it's times like these that make me ignore those simplistic 'facts' of society.

I rush forward, grabbing Dent and slamming him onto the Batmobile. I take his head, and slam the scarred side of his face onto it. A message sent, I believe. I don't like his other half.

"You have the right to remain silent."

I lean down, peering at Dent's scarred side.

"And I trust you'll find the ability."

It's in that moment that I realise, He's gotten lose. Oh no...

[Two-Face]

"Oh I have the ability, dosent mean im going to use it!"

Having beaten Dent into submission I now have complete control, I spit in Batman's face and spin around to face him. I throw a punch catching him in the chin and sending him back a few steps, I push past him and pick up the switchblade Dent dropped.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

"Oh I have the ability, dosent mean im going to use it!"

Having beaten Dent into submission I now have complete control, I spit in Batman's face and spin around to face him. I throw a punch catching him in the chin and sending him back a few steps, I push past him and pick up the switchblade Dent dropped.

Damn it. Provoking him was the last thing I needed to do, in this situation. I wipe the spit from my cowl, just as Dent runs past. I turn, seeing him advance with the switchblade he had earlier. He swings. Need to remember my training...

I duck, spinning my leg. I catch him in the knee, tripping him. Leaping, I slam my elbow into his neck, slamming his head back on the ground, as we both topple downwards. I shouldn't be doing this. Not only because I'm halfway assaulting the District Attorney of my father's city... But beyond that, I'm beginning to enjoy it.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



Damn it. Provoking him was the last thing I needed to do, in this situation. I wipe the spit from my cowl, just as Dent runs past. I turn, seeing him advance with the switchblade he had earlier. He swings. Need to remember my training...

I duck, spinning my leg. I catch him in the knee, tripping him. Leaping, I slam my elbow into his neck, slamming his head back on the ground, as we both topple downwards. I shouldn't be doing this. Not only because I'm halfway assaulting the District Attorney of my father's city... But beyond that, I'm beginning to enjoy it.

[Two-Face]

He trips me and slams my head on the ground, as I try and hold off Batman Dent is trying to regain control. I bring the knife forward and catch Bats in the stomach, didnt get him deep but enough to halt his attack. I jump to my feet holding the knife out in front of me.

"Why are you trying to stop me? Im not killing innocent people, im just killing the people who deserve it!"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

He trips me and slams my head on the ground, as I try and hold off Batman Dent is trying to regain control. I bring the knife forward and catch Bats in the stomach, didnt get him deep but enough to halt his attack. I jump to my feet holding the knife out in front of me.

"Why are you trying to stop me? Im not killing innocent people, im just killing the people who deserve it!"

I roll, leaping up as I place my hand on the wound. The armor stopped it from doing serious damage, but I'm still bleeding. Need to plug the wound... try to prevent as much blood from escaping as possible. Can't afford a blackout, here, and now.

"That's exactly the problem. You're killing, in general."

I leap forward, grabbing his arm as we struggle. I need to end this soon. The sooner Dent gets help...

"And I can't allow that. Not here. Not in Gotham City."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I roll, leaping up as I place my hand on the wound. The armor stopped it from doing serious damage, but I'm still bleeding. Need to plug the wound... try to prevent as much blood from escaping as possible. Can't afford a blackout, here, and now.

"That's exactly the problem. You're killing, in general."

I leap forward, grabbing his arm as we struggle. I need to end this soon. The sooner Dent gets help...

"And I can't allow that. Not here. Not in Gotham City."

[Two-Face]

"That's exactly the problem. You're killing, in general."

"The people iv killed so far were people I caught in the act of committing a crime, they were scum! They were the filth that continues to eat at this city! They were judged and their punishment given accordingly."

"And I can't allow that. Not here. Not in Gotham City."

"Im truely sorry to hear that Batman, I thought we could come to an agreement and purge this city together. But if your not with me your only standing in the way of true justice, and must be removed!"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

"That's exactly the problem. You're killing, in general."

"The people iv killed so far were people I caught in the act of committing a crime, they were scum! They were the filth that continues to eat at this city! They were judged and their punishment given accordingly."

"And I can't allow that. Not here. Not in Gotham City."

"Im truely sorry to hear that Batman, I thought we could come to an agreement and purge this city together. But if your not with me your only standing in the way of true justice, and must be removed!"

"True justice?! Your means of order are anything but!", I yell, as we roll across the ground, with me holding the knife back as he tries to go for an attack.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



"True justice?! Your means of order are anything but!", I yell, as we roll across the ground, with me holding the knife back as he tries to go for an attack.

[Two-Face]

"True but its the only way these punks will learn! You've scared them so they've become better at hiding they're actions, but if you start killing them they'll be too scared to do anything!"

I get the upper hand and start applying more pressure drawing the knife ever closer to Batman throat.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze looks at his wife's body.

How I have longed to see you again my dear...to touch your face, to hear you say my name, and to gaze into your eyes. Alas none of that can be a related until a cure for your cancer is ound. For now though know that what I am about to do is for the best.

He recalls seeing a hyper-baric chamber at Wayne Enterprises.

That chamber would be perfect. With the EPI-421 I have and I have the right elements to make more I can put you in there and keep you, for lack of a better term, alive until a cure is found for both of us. Then we shall be together once again and nothing will ever keep us apart.

Freeze makes his way to Wayne Enterprises.

 

[LadyVader]

OOC: First post. Must warn you, it's a little on the R rated side.

Hey girl, you've got a short fuse
And I've got designs on lighting you up
And setting you off
And watching you burn for me.

Rio de Janeiro, Vidagal district

- Rudy, Rudy, Rudy. See what you’re making me do?

The man lit up his cigar and breathed in the heavy smoke. He was sitting on a sofa with his legs spread out. His black hair slicked black, green shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his chest, revealing a speck of black chest hair. He was slightly overweight, but his chest and arms were toned. His tanned skin glistened with sweat. In front of him two men were holding the third one by the arms, while a fourth one, a massive black man, rammed his knee in the young man’s gut, causing him to spit out blood.

- I d-don’t have the money, senhor Escobar, Rudy tried to say but stuttered.
Escobar sighed signaled his bruiser to hit the young man again, puffing away at his cigar. Rudy got punched over the face but soon recovered to shriek:

- I don’t have the money! But I have something b-b-b-better!
- Having your cow of a sister blow me is not going to get you out of this one, Escobar said with a sigh and prepared to raise his hand again, but he was interrupted.

- No, sehnor Escobar. Please. This is… you’ve never seen anything like this before. Please, Rudy pleaded, in his most pathetic tone.

Escobar sat for a while to consider the request, until finally he waved his hand dismissively and the two gorilla sized goons dropped the young man Rudy pushed himself up on his hands and then grabbed his back pack.

- Remember when I went to America, a few months ago.
- Of course I remember, that is what you needed the money for. Of course, it didn’t take long until they shipped your skinny ass back.

- Yeah, but I didn’t come back empty handed, Rudy said grinning. He pulled out an object wrapped in cloth from his backpack. It looked like a gun and Escobar’s guards quickly reacted, grabbing him by the neck. No, no. This is for senhor Escobar. Here, Rudy said releasing the package into one of the goon’s hands. It reached Escobar’s hands.

- What is this? We have toys in Brazil, or didn’t you know? Escobar said holding up what appeared to be a green pistol made of plastic. It had a huge round nozzle, short barrel, a round handle with a circular trigger.

- It’s not a toy senhor. It’s a flame gun.
- Flame gun? Escobar asked sarcastically. I already have a lighter.
- It’s not just any fire. It shoots green fire.
- Oh, green fire. Why didn’t you say so? Boys, Escobar snapped his fingers… kill him.

- WAIT! You don’t understand, Rudy panicked. This is american technology. Brand new. I stole it from an important american weapons company.
- You stole it?
- Alright. Maybe the eco tourists I played getaway driver for stole it, but it is still a powerful weapon.

- If you stole it in America, then how did you get it across the border?
- Easy… it’s not made of metal. It’s some organic alloy or something. Look at it, it looks like plastic.

- I know, Escobar murmured examining the weapon.
- It’s probably worth millions. I’ve seen it burn through bone in seconds. Believe me.
- Why would I need to believe you, when I can see it myself?
Rudy looked confused for a second, but then realized what the crime lord was planning.

One of the bodyguards grabbed his right hand and held it over a chair. Rudy stared in terror. Escobar held the nozzle close to Rudy’s immobilized hand and pulled the trigger. A low intensity jet of green flame bursted through the nozzle and Rudy screamed in agony. Escobar released the trigger after just 15 seconds and marveled. Where there were skin, and fingers and bones… now there was gray smoke. The room didn’t even smell of burnt flesh. Rudy’s right hand disappeared altogether, replaced by an already cauterized wound. He started crying holding the singing stump with his left hand. The bodyguards exchanged looks.

- This will do Rudy, Escobar muttered caressing the weapon. This will do fine.
- Why did you take the right one man. This is the hand I play Counterstrike with, Rudy sobbed.
- You should be grateful I’m letting you live. Get him out of here, the crime lord finished kicking his victim in the torso, causing him to fall sideways on the floor.

One of the bodyguards grabbed him by the leg and dragged him out the door. Escobar placed the weapon on a night table by the sofa. In front of the sofa was a glass screen which revealed the Gato Preto club in its entirety. Whenever Escobar came into the club, he would get the Lounge all for himself, no questions asked. Before his men dragged Rudy in, he had been watching a girl with chestnut hair, green eyes and perky breasts. She was just finishing her routine when he came back.

- Morales, he called out to his second hand man, the one who had been beating Rudy. Who’s that? He asked pointing to the girl currently scooping up her green string bikini from a client’s happy hands.
- That’s Beatriz. She’s just a stripper.

- I want her in here, Escobar casually said holding out a five one hundred dollar bills.
- Senhor, the large black man hesitated, she’s just a stripper. She doesn’t do anything else.
- Did I ask for her f@#$%&g resume? He spat out. Get her in here, now.

Morales nodded his head and walked out of the lounge. He walked down the hallway that led to the stairs, descended into the main club area where noisy, sweaty customers all whistled their compliments and headed to the back of the stage where Beatriz was just putting on a robe. Morales grabbed her gently by the arm.

- Beatriz… he started awkward. Escobar wants… wants a lap dance.
The girl looked up at the lounge and then back at the man. There was a look of fear in her eyes and she was getting ready to refuse but Morales put 500 dollars in her hand. Her pupils dilated at the sight of the bills. That was 2 months of rent.

- Just dance and get out, Morales added reassuringly.
She looked back at the lounge, and then at the money. She clenched her jaw, undecided. In the end she slumped her shoulders and nodded her head.

- Let’s go, Morales said placing a hand over her shoulders. They walked back up and he lead her to the door. He opened the door for her. The girl hesitated for a second, and then her posture changed from frightened to seductive. She walked in and Morales closed the door behind her. He sat by the room with his arms crossed over his chest. Music started playing in the room.

She was probably going to resist at first, but Bea was smart. She wasn’t a prostitute, but if push comes to shove, she would know what to do. Yeah, Bea was a smart girl. She wouldn’t do anything stupid like…

A cry of pain broke his train of thoughts. The door swung open and hit him in the face. Through a haze he spotted two legs running down the hallway before the girl was grabbed by another of Escobar’s bodyguards waiting at the bottom of the stairs and dragged back. Morales peered inside the room where his boss was lying on the floor cupping his penis with his hands… which covered in blood.

Beatriz, wearing only her string bikini was dragged back, struggling. Two trickles of blood running down on each side of her chin. She struggled in her giant captor’s arms, trying to head butt him, but he still carried her back inside the lounge and then threw her body against the wall. She banged her head on it pretty bad and then fell to the floor. She tried to get up but Escobar, still cupping his genitals, kicked her in the stomach.

Morales closed his eyes, watching his friend be beaten, but in his head he scolded her for being stupid. All she had to do was spread her legs. Would that have been so hard? He joined in and slapped her over the face a few times.

- Amo, let me take her in the back. I’ll deal with her, Morales offered, hoping to save the girl’s life.
- No. This crazy **** messed with the wrong man. Escobar said still holding his member. He grabbed the flame gun off the night table. Hold her up.
Morales and the other bodyguard held her by her arms. She was conscious, barely.

- Amo, you don’t want to do that. She belongs to some cop. If you kill her, we’re going to have problems.
- Wow, a cop, the crime lord said sarcastically.
He held the flame gun to her forehead. She raised her head, getting ready to slip out of consciousness. She was staring up the barrel of the gun, hypnotized by it.

- Problem solved.

Escobar pulled the trigger. Afraid at first, Beatriz relaxed as soon as she realised that although her skin was on fire, she didn't feel any pain.
I must be dead already she thought lazily and watched the flames dance, unaware that the entire club had blown up...

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Freeze approaches Wayne Enterprises. Then he stops just as he is getting ready to freeze the door.

Wayne maybe an absent minded playboy, but he does invest in top-notch security systems. I strongly suspect that his equipment is that way as well.

He walks away and notices a scrap yard nearby and sees metal and engine parts.

It will be crude but it shall serve it's purpose.

He begins hauling peices back to his hideout, and before he realizes it...

It is done. Looking at Nora he says, "My dear one day you and I will enjoy life together as it was always meant to be."

He fills the tank with EPI-421 and places her body in the chamber and activates it.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

"True but its the only way these punks will learn! You've scared them so they've become better at hiding they're actions, but if you start killing them they'll be too scared to do anything!"

I get the upper hand and start applying more pressure drawing the knife ever closer to Batman throat.

I grab his wrist. His strength... He obviously lifts weights in his spare time. Or did, rather. At this rate, I'm done. He slits my throat, I go the way of Fields. Don't have enough protection in that area.

Ignore his strength. Try to find a weakpoint. Focus too much on the pressure, it'll only overcome. Picked that up in Brazil. Then, I realise it. Usually, I don't resort to these tactics... But certain situations call for any sort of measures. Even desperate ones.

I knee him in the groin. Hard. As hard as I possibly can, given the circumstances. The pressure eases as the pain hits him. Need to exploit the opprotunity. Now.

I pull his arm sideways, before slamming my elbow into his jaw, and using both feet to throw him off of me. I roll, backwards, regaining my footing as I assume a croutched position.

"You're wrong."

I leap, spreading my cape as I kick him in the stomach. The minute I land, I immediatley begin in a roundhouse punch. Then a spin kick. A couple jabs to his ribs. They don't feel pleasant.

"Do that and you're labeling yourself a hypocrite. You're no better than them.", I say, before slamming my fist into his face.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I grab his wrist. His strength... He obviously lifts weights in his spare time. Or did, rather. At this rate, I'm done. He slits my throat, I go the way of Fields. Don't have enough protection in that area.

Ignore his strength. Try to find a weakpoint. Focus too much on the pressure, it'll only overcome. Picked that up in Brazil. Then, I realise it. Usually, I don't resort to these tactics... But certain situations call for any sort of measures. Even desperate ones.

I knee him in the groin. Hard. As hard as I possibly can, given the circumstances. The pressure eases as the pain hits him. Need to exploit the opprotunity. Now.

I pull his arm sideways, before slamming my elbow into his jaw, and using both feet to throw him off of me. I roll, backwards, regaining my footing as I assume a croutched position.

"You're wrong."

I leap, spreading my cape as I kick him in the stomach. The minute I land, I immediatley begin in a roundhouse punch. Then a spin kick. A couple jabs to his ribs. They don't feel pleasant.

"Do that and you're labeling yourself a hypocrite. You're no better than them.", I say, before slamming my fist into his face.

[Two-Face]

Hes' good, I have to give him that. he punches me in the nose and sends blood shooting out of my nose which mixes with Fields's congealing blood, I drop to my knees.

"The only hippocrite here is you Batman and it time to end this!"

I pull the spare 22. out of the anckle holster that I stole from one of Maroni's guards and aim it at Batman.

"Goodbye."

I pull the trigger.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

Hes' good, I have to give him that. he punches me in the nose and sends blood shooting out of my nose which mixes with Fields's congealing blood, I drop to my knees.

"The only hippocrite here is you Batman and it time to end this!"

I pull the spare 22. out of the anckle holster that I stole from one of Maroni's guards and aim it at Batman.

"Goodbye."

I pull the trigger.

My eyes lock on the gun. A gun. A 22. The same gun- Oh no. The same gun... He used. The gunman. The night he killed my parents. Memories all but flood back as I lock eyes with the gun. My anger grows. It's time I did something I could've never done when I was eight. And just like that, The Batarang falls from the sleeve of my glove, landing in my hand. I grip it. The blade bounces off the moonlight as he aims. Time almost stops, around us.

He pulls the trigger. I aim. Precision is crucial. Time to find out if I wasted all of those years, pulling back arrow strings and boomerang handles in Africa.

*BLAM*

The bullet flies upwards. My hand is outstretched. The gun is flying. And the Batarang flies through the air behind him, spinning, it's shape underlying a vague symbolism. I've conquered a long since aqquired qualm against firearms. If I always aim like that, none can touch me.

The cape falls over my arm, as I catch the Batarang.

"You're right. It is time to end this.", I growl.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



My eyes lock on the gun. A gun. A 22. The same gun- Oh no. The same gun... He used. The gunman. The night he killed my parents. Memories all but flood back as I lock eyes with the gun. My anger grows. It's time I did something I could've never done when I was eight. And just like that, The Batarang falls from the sleeve of my glove, landing in my hand. I grip it. The blade bounces off the moonlight as he aims. Time almost stops, around us.

He pulls the trigger. I aim. Precision is crucial. Time to find out if I wasted all of those years, pulling back arrow strings and boomerang handles in Africa.

*BLAM*

The bullet flies upwards. My hand is outstretched. The gun is flying. And the Batarang flies through the air behind him, spinning, it's shape underlying a vague symbolism. I've conquered a long since aqquired qualm against firearms. If I always aim like that, none can touch me.

The cape falls over my arm, as I catch the Batarang.

"You're right. It is time to end this.", I growl.

[Two-Face]

Dent was cheering, he was actually f**king cheering! I on the other hand couldnt help but laugh.

"Oh your good, you are very f**king good. But unlike Dent, I think ahead. Tell me you didn't honestly feel that tug at your waist when we were fight?"

His head jerks down to his utiliy belt.

"Trust me is I had time to figure out the lock I would of taken the whole thing, but I did find a little nugget that I think will help me."

I open my right hand and show Batman the little ball I took from one of the comparments in his belt.

"What oh what can this be Bats? A bomb? A gas grenade? Lets say we find out!"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

Dent was cheering, he was actually f**king cheering! I on the other hand couldnt help but laugh.

"Oh your good, you are very f**king good. But unlike Dent, I think ahead. Tell me you didn't honestly feel that tug at your waist when we were fight?"

His head jerks down to his utiliy belt.

"Trust me is I had time to figure out the lock I would of taken the whole thing, but I did find a little nugget that I think will help me."

I open my right hand and show Batman the little ball I took from one of the comparments in his belt.

"What oh what can this be Bats? A bomb? A gas grenade? Lets say we find out!"

I remain silent. Not to show a sign of fear, but to hide the fact of my ignorance to the particular bomb he's holding. All of my equipment is identified through memory. I know which bomb it is, if I know which pouch of my belt I took it from. But he was the one who took it... leaving me at a disadvantage.

I could be lucky. It may be one of the distraction bombs. A flash pellet. A smoke grenade. Nothing lethal, but very much useful in my line of work. Or, I could be met with a grenade to the face. I don't use those on people... I usually use them to clear a path in debris, or a fire. But on a human target, I could imagine the physical damage. And it isn't pretty.

Have to keep him from using it. But how? A bomb... If I can snatch it from him... But I'll need a way to distract. A way to confuse him long enough to-

That's it.

A smirk forms on my face. I'm trying to make him think that I think this all to be a joke.

"Oh, grand. Using a bomb to destroy me. Just like it did Gilda Dent. I'm sure your other half will love the symbolism of it all."

I can only pray this works.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I remain silent. Not to show a sign of fear, but to hide the fact of my ignorance to the particular bomb he's holding. All of my equipment is identified through memory. I know which bomb it is, if I know which pouch of my belt I took it from. But he was the one who took it... leaving me at a disadvantage.

I could be lucky. It may be one of the distraction bombs. A flash pellet. A smoke grenade. Nothing lethal, but very much useful in my line of work. Or, I could be met with a grenade to the face. I don't use those on people... I usually use them to clear a path in debris, or a fire. But on a human target, I could imagine the physical damage. And it isn't pretty.

Have to keep him from using it. But how? A bomb... If I can snatch it from him... But I'll need a way to distract. A way to confuse him long enough to-

That's it.

A smirk forms on my face. I'm trying to make him think that I think this all to be a joke.

"Oh, grand. Using a bomb to destroy me. Just like it did Gilda Dent. I'm sure your other half will love the symbolism of it all."

I can only pray this works.

[Two-Face]

"Oh I hope you happy Bats, you just hurt the only person here who was actually routeing for you!"

I lifted my arm up in the and hurl the bomb to the ground, only my hand didn't release it.

"Im not going to let this happen Two-Face!"

I try to let go of the bomb but the hand won't let go.

"Dent this isnt going to work! I took control from you once I can do it again!"

"Im afraid not, you see Batman opened my eyes. We've done what we set out to do. We avenged Gilda and ourselves and now its time to face the conciquinces."

"Its not over I'll fight you! YOU HEAR ME!!!!!

"I know but now im ready for you, even though you still control half my body I control the side that has the bomb!"

"NOOOO!"

 

[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.

In minutes Barry was in Keystone, at the KCPD headquarters. "Captain, what can you tell me about this 'Heatwave'?"

Captain Gil Barrow dropped his coffee mug in shock "HEY COMMISH, YOU MAY WANNA GET OUT HERE! We gots company!"

Commisioner Hotchkiss came out of his office. "BARRY! My boy, good to see you. Things have been goin to s**t in your absence. Where in the Sam Hell you been kid? Never mind. I take it you got this psycho's message? He seems out for your blood Bar. There are only three high profile research facilities he has left to hit... Here take a look." He handed Barry a non detailed map of Keystone with seven red dots and three blue dots. "The red dots, he's hit already. The blue are whats left: KSU, STAR and KALL systems. What do you think?"

"I'd say he's gonna leave the two highest profile ones til last... which means KALL is next. However, I'd recomend putting a squad of officers at the other two just in case. I'll be in touch."

"Gotcha Barry. Good luck."

Barry ran off to KALL Systems on the far east side of the town. He sat in wait until after dark. Shortly after dark a man in a red suit covering his whole body entered the building, brandishing a flame thrower and wearing a helmet with a black shine resistant face plate.

"Gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

As he pulled the trigger, Barry leaped out of the shadows. "Hey, red ranger! Didn't cher mom tell you not to play with fire? You might get burned!"

As the flames erupted outward from the gun, Barry tackled Heatwave.As the two exchanged punches, the licks of flame drew nearer and nearer to the barrels marked PETN. Barry saw this and his eyes went wide under his mask. Pentaerythritol Tetranitrate, one of most highly explosive chemical combinations known to man.... S**t this isn't good. "Hey, Beetle Borg, lets move! This place is gonna blow, and I don't think even I have time to stop it!"

Without waiting for a reply, Barry grabbed Heatwave and carried him out of the building. In their wake the whole compound blew in a flash of white, red, orange and blue.

Coughing Heatwave looked up at him. "Cough... you saved me... why?"

"Call me mildly ******ed, or call me a hero, it's what I do. I save people. Good and bad."

"Your loss, you stupid sunovab**ch. You pathetic gullible twit."

With the nozzle of his gun right in Barry's stomach, he pulled the trigger. The flames ate partially through the uniform, and the surprise of the attack knocked Barry unconscious. When he awoke, Heatwave was gone but a note was left.

"You're quite the equal adversary Allen. I'm gonna lay low, don't try to find me, it won't work. We'll meet again soon --- Heatwave"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

"Oh I hope you happy Bats, you just hurt the only person here who was actually routeing for you!"

I lifted my arm up in the and hurl the bomb to the ground, only my hand didn't release it.

"Im not going to let this happen Two-Face!"

I try to let go of the bomb but the hand won't let go.

"Dent this isnt going to work! I took control from you once I can do it again!"

"Im afraid not, you see Batman opened my eyes. We've done what we set out to do. We avenged Gilda and ourselves and now its time to face the conciquinces."

"Its not over I'll fight you! YOU HEAR ME!!!!!

"I know but now im ready for you, even though you still control half my body I control the side that has the bomb!"

"NOOOO!"

Now's the chance, Bruce. Take it. Focus...

I leap forward, snatching the bomb from his hand before throwing it into the sky. The way Dent was shaking it, indecisive of himself, more than likely already detonated it. I throw my cape infront of me, as-

*BOOM*

The area around us glows, for a moment. But I managed to throw it far enough so it couldn't hurt us, or anyone in the neighborhood.

I look back at Dent. I don't know who's in control, anymore. Dent, or his other half. Regardless of who it is... This has to end. Now. Before more people can be hurt... Even Dent himself.

"You're coming with me. I-"

That's when I hear it. Sirens, from afar. The police. They're coming? Oh no. The blast must've alerted them...

This could get bad. Very bad.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



Now's the chance, Bruce. Take it. Focus...

I leap forward, snatching the bomb from his hand before throwing it into the sky. The way Dent was shaking it, indecisive of himself, more than likely already detonated it. I throw my cape infront of me, as-

*BOOM*

The area around us glows, for a moment. But I managed to throw it far enough so it couldn't hurt us, or anyone in the neighborhood.

I look back at Dent. I don't know who's in control, anymore. Dent, or his other half. Regardless of who it is... This has to end. Now. Before more people can be hurt... Even Dent himself.

"You're coming with me. I-"

That's when I hear it. Sirens, from afar. The police. They're coming? Oh no. The blast must've alerted them...

This could get bad. Very bad.

[Two-Face]

"Dent you f**kin *****! That was our way out!"

"You're coming with me. I-"

I hear the sirens, they're not far. I feel a smile growing across half my face.

"Good it will be over soon."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

[Two-Face]

"Dent you f**kin *****! That was our way out!"

"You're coming with me. I-"

I hear the sirens, they're not far. I feel a smile growing across half my face.

"Good it will be over soon."

Sirens are coming in fast. Dent is still wrestling with his subconcious. Fields is dead. Can't get to the Batmobile and subdue Dent at the same time. For the first time in my life, since the death of my parents... I don't know what to do.

Even that became clear, overtime. I needed to quinch my thirst for retribution... for justice. Somewhere along that line, I decided to do this. How I came to that decision is something I still ask myself every day... But in any case, I am truly lost with this.

I cannot let Dent escape. If I would, the night would be nothing short of a total failure. But at the same time... I know Gotham City's police force. They don't like me. If they arrive, not only will they arrest Dent, but I'll be persued aswell. And then it'll all be over. I just don't...

No. I do know what I have to do. I just don't want to do it. But sometimes... There comes a want, and a need. And sometimes...

I leap forward, kicking Dent back, and onto the ground with one of my feet.

... Sometimes... You have to go against your own selfish wants, and do what needs to be done irregardless.

"They're coming for you. Both of you. And when they come... You're going to jail for murder. Even if I have to drag you there myself."