The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Byrd Man]

I let out a little laugh.

"What would that accomplish? Other than him sending his goons out to get us?"

I almosy flip him over my shoulder at the question but stop myself.

"There are just some things a lady should never reveal."

"Well, my carpet does match my drapes."

He points to his dark green hair and lets out a bone chilling laugh.

"Well, foreplay's over. Shall we shag on the chair or use Thorne's bed?"

 

[twylight]

"Well, my carpet does match my drapes."

He points to his dark green hair and lets out a bone chilling laugh.

"Well, foreplay's over. Shall we shag on the chair or use Thorne's bed?"

Yeah, I'm a little in over my head. But it's nothing I can't handle.

I stand up and stretch before smiling at him over my shoulder.

"Isn't it though?"

I sit on the bed and cross my legs.

 

[Byrd Man]

Yeah, I'm a little in over my head. But it's nothing I can't handle.

I stand up and stretch before smiling at him over my shoulder.

"Isn't it though?"

I sit on the bed and cross my legs.

Jack's jaw literally hits the floor with a thud.

"Oh.....My.....God."

In a blur, he tackled her and started to roll on the bedsheets.

"Make me feel good, girl."

 

[twylight]

Jack's jaw literally hits the floor with a thud.

"Oh.....My.....God."

In a blur, he tackled her and started to roll on the bedsheets.

"Make me feel good, girl."

I let out a giggle. Obviously he's not getting any further with me but for once my act breaks and I can't help but wonder what Ol' Father Bats would think about this.

And I don't even want to think about my parents. I do wish Helena was here though, preferably tied up in the corner with duct tape on her mouth, for maximum silent watching.

I roll him on his back till I'm kneeling over him.

"Okay but only if I get to drive."

I smile with a wink before I bite my lower lip and exagerate my breathing.

Damn, I'm good.

 

[Byrd Man]

I let out a giggle. Obviously he's not getting any further with me but for once my act breaks and I can't help but wonder what Ol' Father Bats would think about this.

And I don't even want to think about my parents. I do wish Helena was here though, preferably tied up in the corner with duct tape on her mouth, for maximum silent watching.

I roll him on his back till I'm kneeling over him.

"Okay but only if I get to drive."

I smile with a wink before I bite my lower lip and exagerate my breathing.

Damn, I'm good.

He lowers his voice, doing his best impersination of Barry White.

"Oh, Baby. You can drive until the wheels fall off, Girl."

 

[twylight]

He lowers his voice, doing his best impersination of Barry White.

"Oh, Baby. You can drive until the wheels fall off, Girl."

"Hmm..."

I lean in closer towards him. It's not unpleasant, I mean he doesn't stink, actually he smells kinda fruity...like Starbursts. Must be the Candy factory time or the fact that he's completly off his rocker.

I run my hands down his arms and gently pull them up over his head as I stretch out over him.

"But then what would I have fun with?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Hmm..."

I lean in closer towards him. It's not unpleasant, I mean he doesn't stink, actually he smells kinda fruity...like Starbursts. Must be the Candy factory time or the fact that he's completly off his rocker.

I run my hands down his arms and gently pull them up over his head as I stretch out over him.

"But then what would I have fun with?"

Jack's eyes roll in the back of his head as he gives in to Dinah. He leans his face closer to her's, inching closer with each passing second.

"I'm yours, do with me what you must. Please be gental, I easily bruise."

 

[twylight]

Jack's eyes roll in the back of his head as he gives in to Dinah. He leans his face closer to her's, inching closer with each passing second.

"I'm yours, do with me what you must. Please be gentle, I easily bruise."

Oh this is going much easier than I expected.

"So do I."

*click-click* Handcuffs *score*

I give a sigh and lean back admiring my handiwork as I survey his left arm firmly attached to the brass bed pole by a set of glimmering silver handcuffs I appropriated from one of the guards outside.

 

[Byrd Man]

Oh this is going much easier than I expected.

"So do I."

*click-click* Handcuffs *score*

I give a sigh and lean back admiring my handiwork as I survey his left arm firmly attached to the brass bed pole by a set of glimmering silver handcuffs I appropriated from one of the guards outside.

"Aww yeah, your a bad girl....real....Freaky Naughty! You naughty freak. You wanna help me take of my shorts darlin?"

 

[twylight]

"Aww yeah, your a bad girl....real....Freaky Naughty! You naughty freak. You wanna help me take of my shorts darlin?"

I raise my eyebrow. He'a about as hard up as a comic book guy at a Convention. Or that Green Lanter cosplayer I saw online the other day. Ohh..bad mental image.

I slip my legs off of him and swing them over the side of the bed before tapping my finger on his nose.

"No, I think you've had enough 'excitement' for one night."

 

[Byrd Man]

I raise my eyebrow. He's about as hard up as a comic book guy at a Convention. Or that Green Lantern cosplayer I saw online the other day. Ohh..bad mental image.

I slip my legs off of him and swing them over the side of the bed before tapping my finger on his nose.

"No, I think you've had enough 'excitement' for one night."

"Hey, Hey, Hey! What happend to us making sweet monkey love? I feel the sexiness slowing down. Alright, Missy. I'll give you till the count of three to let me loose. I warn you, You chant like me when I've been rejected."

 

[twylight]

"Hey, Hey, Hey! What happend to us making sweet monkey love? I feel the sexiness slowing down. Alright, Missy. I'll give you till the count of three to let me loose. I warn you, You chant like me when I've been rejected."

I stand up and stretch.

"Oh, I haven't 'rejected' you and I don't even think you could consider this 'breaking up.'"

I pick up the phone from next to the bed and quickly dial the GCPD.

"Just consider us 'on a break.'"

I said smiling as the phone rang.

 

[Byrd Man]

I stand up and stretch.

"Oh, I haven't 'rejected' you and I don't even think you could consider this 'breaking up.'"

I pick up the phone from next to the bed and quickly dial the GCPD.

"Just consider us 'on a break.'"

I said smiling as the phone rang.

"You can't do this to me! What about the kids? How am I gonna tell little Cletus that his momma is running around behind daddies back? Is it another man? Is it Batman? Is it another woman..........Well if it's another woman I'd be okay with it, as long as she's as hot as you and you let me watch."

With a snap, he breaks loose his handcuffs and does a backflip onto the windoseal.

"Ado, Ado. Parting is such sweet sorrow....and to think....I once called you 'Boo Boo Kitty F***'"

 

[twylight]

"You can't do this to me! What about the kids? How am I gonna tell little Cletus that his momma is running around behind daddies back? Is it another man? Is it Batman? Is it another woman..........Well if it's another woman I'd be okay with it, as long as she's as hot as you and you let me watch."

With a snap, he breaks loose his handcuffs and does a backflip onto the windoseal.

"Ado, Ado. Parting is such sweet sorrow....and to think....I once called you 'Boo Boo Kitty F***'"

I shake my finger at him.

"I hope you don't use that language around the children."

The desk seargeant finally picked up.

"Gotham City Police Department."

And....I mentally cursed myself for not calling the 'Tip' line, out of habit I dialed the front desk. I tweak my voice.

"Yes, There's somehting at Rupert Thornes estate that the police might be interested in. The man responsible for the murder of Mr. Falcone." I say before hanging up.

That should give them enough incentive to come, and they would. With no leads they'd grasp at anything. I turn back around and hang up the phone smiling at the man.

"I don't think I ever caught your name and I'm gonna kinda need it if you expect a 'call back'."

 

[Byrd Man]

I shake my finger at him.

"I hope you don't use that language around the children."

The desk seargeant finally picked up.

"Gotham City Police Department."

And....I mentally cursed myself for not calling the 'Tip' line, out of habit I dialed the front desk. I tweak my voice.

"Yes, There's somehting at Rupert Thornes estate that the police might be interested in. The man responsible for the murder of Mr. Falcone." I say before hanging up.

That should give them enough incentive to come, and they would. With no leads they'd grasp at anything. I turn back around and hang up the phone smiling at the man.

"I don't think I ever caught your name and I'm gonna kinda need it if you expect a 'call back'."

"Who me? I go by many names, you may call me....Jack. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off....Creeper! Awaaaaa-"

Before he can finish his sentence, Jack loses his balance and falls three stories down, into the rose garden below.

"Ouch."

 

[twylight]

I put my hands on my hips, I don't even bother moving because after all..all that awaits him is a fall to the groud. Maybe I treated this whole thing with to much levity but in all honesty I now have enough to write a report up on him.


I run to the window and look out of it as he lays there, twitching like a broken spider.

"Serves you right breaking my favorite set of handcuffs. You owe me." I say lightly.

Well he's not going anywhere. I look up as the lights of the GCPD come into sight.

 

[Byrd Man]

I put my hands on my hips, I don't even bother moving because after all..all that awaits him is a fall to the groud. Maybe I treated this whole thing with to much levity but in all honesty I now have enough to write a report up on him.


I run to the window and look out of it as he lays there, twitching like a broken spider.

"Serves you right breaking my favorite set of handcuffs. You owe me." I say lightly.

Well he's not going anywhere. I look up as the lights of the GCPD come into sight.

"Oh don't worry, Boo-Boo-Kitty F**k. I'll make it up to you."

He yells towards the window, not being able to get up, he whispers.

"I think I'm in love."

He lays back and closes his eyes, His skin slowly changing from lemon to pink and his once promient phsyqiue, slowly eroding as he turns back into the regualr Joesph "Jack" Ryder, Just with green hair.

 

[Nightwing 52]

After I made sure the guy from the building got to the hospital, I reved up my bike again, and raced back to the streets. Plenty on my mind, especially with what had happend. I need to find out who's keeping an eye on me. Cause if there's one thing I'm known for, it's that Roy Harper never lets anyone get away with out a good fight. I was literally itching to find out what I was in for, as I grasped onto the bikes handle bar, and took a mean turn.

The cities lights were still shining. Traffic was crazy. I had to get back to my apartment, patch up a few things first. I continued along with street, then took a right into a huge alley way. I turn off my bike, then hide it a little near a dumpster. No one is stealin' this baby. I jump up to a small ladder, which led to a back door, and started to climb.

Once at the door, I took out the key, and went inside. The lights automatically turning on as I walked in. But something just...didn't feel right. I felt a breeze coming down on me, and looked up to the window leading up to the roof open. Someone had been here while I was away.

"What in the hel--"

My focus is cut off, when I take a step and accidently crushed a paper underneath my boot. I set down my bow, and took off my hood as I picked it up. I tried to uncrumble it. It was a...note? Which read:

Downtown - One hour.
​

Now I felt like I was in a damn maze. Who the hell could've broken and entered? Even disable the security systems? Maybe it was the same person who knew I'd show up tonight. Like that meta mentioned. Yeah. It could probably make sense. That meta could be a goon of his. Like some kind of distraction. I wasn't going to waste anymore time finding out, when I immediately headed for downtown.​

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I manage to enter the city limits before Two Face takes control.

"Where the f**k are we?!"

"I kinda spaced out and almost walked right out of Gotham."

"Idiot! And what the hell is this?"

My arm reaches off and rips the phantom mask off my face.

"What the hell it this crap!"

My hand crushes the plastic mask and throws it aside.

"No matter its not like you can do anything useful anymore."

As he heads back to his hideout I have to force myself to hold in a laugh, if Rachel does as I asked it'll all be over in the next couple days.

[Two Face]

As I slip into the abandoned taven that is now my hideout im greeted with a half a dozen gunbarrels pointed at me.

"Put them away boys its just me."

My crew quickly puts away they're guns and relax again.

"Damn Face where the hell have ya been all night?"

Without even looking I hall off and punch the punk in the face.

"Its none of your f**kin buisness where I go! If you ever try and question me again I will splatter your brains all over these walls do you understand!"

"Im sorry Face I ddidnt mean anythin by it."

I ignore his groveling and head to the back room where a short skinny man sits huddled over a set of blueprints.

"Ah I see you've "acquired" the museum's blueprints Weasel."

Weasel tenses up at the sound of my voice.

"Yes Two Face and I think I found the best way to get into the museum."

"Well im all ears."

'Ok well after scoping out the interier of the museum aswell as these blueprints I discovered that the security system is on a timer thats located inside a security room, five minutes after the museum closes ever door and window automaticlly locks and a lasergrid on the floor is activated."

A few minutes pass in silence.

"Weasel if you have a point you better get to it now."

"My....my point is that if a few of us were already hidden inside the museum before it closes we could get into the security room and disable the timer prevent the system from turning on and allowing you and the rest of the team to just walk right in."

I smile and pat Weasel hard on the shoulder.

"Perfect."

 

[twylight]

"Oh don't worry, Boo-Boo-Kitty F**k. I'll make it up to you."

He yells towards the window, not being able to get up, he whispers.

"I think I'm in love."

He lays back and closes his eyes, His skin slowly changing from lemon to pink and his once promient phsyqiue, slowly eroding as he turns back into the regualr Joesph "Jack" Ryder, Just with green hair.

....


Okay, I didn't expect that.

I quickly swing my leg over the side and crawl down the trellis, security risk by the way, and land lightly next to him. I check his pulse.

Hmm....

The sirens from the police cars are closer now so I quikcly back into the shadows before running off.

This got me no closer to anything, in fact it got me farther away. Why would he want to kill a mob boss? and what exactly is he?

 

[Byrd Man]

....


Okay, I didn't expect that.

I quickly swing my leg over the side and crawl down the trellis, security risk by the way, and land lightly next to him. I check his pulse.

Hmm....

The sirens from the police cars are closer now so I quikcly back into the shadows before running off.

This got me no closer to anything, in fact it got me farther away. Why would he want to kill a mob boss? and what exactly is he?

Jack slowly opens his eyes and see's Dinah run off into the shadows.

"Wait.....Whoever you are, Help me."

"Freeze! Gotham PD!"

Jack looks up at the blond, fat man and his eyes roll back into the back of his head. He passes out on the ground as Flass stand over him.

"Get him to the hospital."

 

[Andy C.]

It had been an excruciatingly tense conversation, over an hour in length. The LexCorp representative prodded at every single detail of Fine's device, with an air of skepticism and superiority that nearly convinced Fine that he was talking to Luthor himself. With every doubt the man brought up, Fine was able to shoot it down carefully worded defenses that didn't even seem like they were his own ideas. Throughout the entire conversation, he felt that unnerving voice in the back of his mind, guiding him through every argument flawlessly. Still, the proposal was air-tight, and by the end of it, the man on the other end of the line seemed genuinely impressed.


"I think....I think I did it. I'm going to be able to show this device to Lex Luthor in person, and finally shove my accomplishments in his smug face!"

Fine was pacing back and forth in his living room, practically shaking with excitement.

It is possible that he will reject the proposal. Although that outcome is unlikely, the being known as 'Luthor' is very intelligent for his race; it would be best to ensure our success by a merger of programming.

The professor started shaking his head.

"No, you're...you're not real. At least, you're just something in my head. I am simply going to ignore you and go back to drafting my proposal. No more talk about 'merging programming' or anything else. I'm about to have the most important meeting of my life, and I am not going to ruin it by hearing voices."

No? Consider the following: you did not receive the design until you began to hear my voice. Every step of the way, I have guided you, making sure that there would only be a successful outcome. I told you that I was coming to further our progress....

There was a slow, deliberate knock on the door.

...and now, I have arrived.

 

[Byrd Man]

Jack slowly opens his eyes and see's Dinah run off into the shadows.

"Wait.....Whoever you are, Help me."

"Freeze! Gotham PD!"

Jack looks up at the blond, fat man and his eyes roll back into the back of his head. He passes out on the ground as Flass stand over him.

"Get him to the hospital."

Jack opens his eyes and squints as the sunny hospital room comes into view.

"Dr. Ryder. It's Ernie."

Ernie Johnson was Jack's assistant and devoted undergrad.

"Ernie? Where am I? What happened?"

"You don't know? It's been all over the news. Apparently a two days ago some kind of chemical spill at the lab cause you to mutate into something called the Creeper, you crashed Bruce Wayne's big party and kidnapped and killed 'The Roman' Carmine Falcone and Boss Maroni later. You nearly killed Rupert Thorne, but someone called The Black Canary stopped you.

"How did this happen?"

"Well, Doc. The best we can deduce is that those chemicals mutated your Adrenal Gland as well as the Hypothalamus. When you injest any form of sugar those two glands secrets a mutated form of adrenalin, causing your body to mutate and heighten many of your abilites and senses, but at the cost of your sanity."

Jack sits solomly at the news.

"I don't remember any of this happening, Did I black out?"

"Yes we believe so, sort of like an alternate personality took over. This Creeper as he likes to call himself, went after three of Gotham's biggest mobbosses and from what we can see of the tapes, he fancies himself as a Superhero of sorts. He did what he thought was right, but still killed."

"So what's happening to me?"

"That's why I'm here. The police told me to break the news to you. They are transferring you to Arkham instead of trying you for double homicide."

"What?"

"It's either that or the electric chair, doc."

Jack nods his head in sadness as police officers and medical staff come in and start to wheel him out to Arkahm.

"Doc! I almost forgot, There's something else about you sugar induced state I didn't tell you about, When your Creeper you can alter-"

What he could alter, Jack didn't know, because his hospital bed was wheeled out the door and down the long, sterile hallway headed towards Arkham Asylum.

 

[Byrd Man]

Undisclosed Location
The Nevada Desert


"I swear to god, Nate. We have no idea what happened to you. Were working around the clock on what turned you this way."

General Eiling's words hit me in the chest like a ton of bricks. All that was PR bull$hit that means they don't know what to do or what happened. I look up and see Eiling through the close circuit television they installed in my "room" It's more like a prison than anything.

Two Weeks Ago

After my tuffle with that terrorist who called herself Plastique, I'm pumping iron in the weight room with Sgt. Brower.

"Damn, Cap. Your on fire, that's about three hunded pounds your benching."

"Thanks, Ben. After that hit I took from that chick Plastique, I've felt strange. Ben?"

Sweats rolling down his face and he wipes it. He's got a sick look on his face.

"Yeah...Sure, oh god."

He drops to his knee and throws up the contents of his stomach, along with a large amout of blood.

"Medic! I need a medic or a doctor now."

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

"Nate, Apparently your body is releasing extreme amouts of Atomic and Nuclear energy. We couldn't save Seargent Brower. He died a few mintues ago from Radiation Posioning."

I look into Eiling's eyes, shrouded behind the plexiglass of his Hazmat suit.

"What am I suppose to do?"

"Where going to transport you to a facity out in the desert, There'll be a ten mile radius set up for anyone's protection. While your there, will work on some kind of containment suit and see what caused this.

Now


"General, Nate. What am I suppose to do?"

"We've got your containment suit ready to go, but the best we can figure about your permant state is......It's irreversible."

"You mean, I'm stuck like this? It's either in this plexiglass cell or a containment suit? I can't get close to people or touch them?"

"Pretty much, Yeah."

"I want out of this."

"What?"

"This! All of this $hit! I don't want any part of this superhero $hit or to be your monkey boy."

I pick up my bed and throw it up against the walls of my cell. General Eiling shoots me a look that could kill lesser men.

"Sorry soldier. You signed the forms, Your ass is mine. I want you to get over your little temper tantrum at 19:00. I'm coming in their to give you your suit and talk to you about something you'll be partaking in. Eiling out."

The TV blinks off and I sit down on the cold concrete floor. I let a tear escape my eyes and roll of my face, It hit's the floor and makes a sizzle as the radiated teardrop burns the floor.

"Why god?"

 

[The BatDude]

It has been a couple weeks since I got back from my visit from Gotham. Well let me get you caught with speed. I been trying to find a cure for cancer in a simple affordable price for your common American but I been making some bad choices lately. We lost our sponsors and we been trying to look for new ones, mostly in Bruce Wayne. I drove to Gotham in my boss’s new car only to have it jacked by some punks. Then I was fed my own pills by to stoner kids who also might have of taken some too. Well after testing, retesting, and again re-retesting I found out that whenever I took the pill I felt—a sudden rush of speed, strength and senses. My heart became faster and harder then any High School Drum line. It felt like I drank a butt load of Monster Energy Drinks,this became apparent the day I made some new batch of Miraclo pills just for me to test. I took one pill at 9:00 in my office but what was soon to come will be the worst hour in my life. At 9:03 my head starts throbbing and my arms become weak, I decide that I need some air. I get outside and spend a good five minutes breathing and trying to forget the pain in my head. The lights are so bright and blinding that I can’t seem to focus. I start to walk to the alleyway so I could get away from the light. My legs seem to have some sort of tingling feeling in them and I can’t help but feel that my surrounds seem to be moving. I check my watch 9:11.
“[FONT=&quot]Damn.[/FONT]”
I feel my heart speeding up to the point I almost panic. The only thing that stop me was the cry of a woman. Normally I’m not the type of guy who would get into these sorts of fights but my damn feet have a mind of there own. I see what look like two businessmen trapping a poor helpless teenager into a dark corner. One of them says
“Come just open up…..I’ll pay you well.”
My dangling arm soon becomes a fist and I start to walk up to those guys. I feel warm blood being rush into my body. This is the point where I stopped thinking. I grab one of them by the shoulder and I pull on him so he will be facing me. I begin to violently shaking him.
“[FONT=&quot]Leave this poor girl alone. Get back to your wife and rich lifestyle and stop feeding on the helpless. Your living a life that most people envy and your going out to rape a girl! WHY!?[/FONT]”
He looks right at my eyes and says “The thrill completely controls me I can’t help it.”
He begins to sob. I notice his friend charging at me. My body takes control of me and I unleash one hell of a back kick at the guy, he falls into some garbage and I let the other one go. I walk back to my office where I just breakdown and cry. The rush had just left me. I feel cold. I crawl under my desk and I start weeping. I start to blackout but the last thing I saw was the time. 10:00