The "Ultimate DC" RPG

Hal Jordan is the youngest of 4 kids he has been left by himself for most of his life because his other siblings and divorced parents are too busy dealing with life to deal with him. Plus they know he can take care of himself, he has been since he was 10. He's now 19 almost 20 and while he acts like an adult most of the time he's still trying to figure things out. He cooks his own dinner, washes the dishes, does his homework from college, and watches a little TV; then he sits down to do what he likes best playing on his X-Box. After beating a the final level of the hottest new game out Space Knights the screen prompts after the credits “Are you ready for a real challenge” He is intrigued by this proposition since this game by far is the hardest game on all levels of play he has ever seen. He clicks yes and the screen begins to shake and the lights in the house blink and then he is sucked into his TV and transported to another world where a group of little blue men greet him.

“lkwjriog wokerd wojs[gen epijsdklgd wpjgapwgi]wjg (Well he doesn’t look like much to me you sure you got the right one?)” Said Banthet to Ganthet. And that is where our story starts:

“ Ahhhhhhhhhhh! What the hell is going on?!?! This is just dream, this is just a dream, this is just dream, this is just a dream, this is just dream, this is just a dream, this is just dream, this is just a dream.”

“dgokja arpjwrp]sdfj asgpkjwrpgj dierk ks[pij rjsgjwep (Calm yourself creature we are not trying to hurt you look at what you did Banthet!)” Said Ganthet.

“No more double beef bean burritos for me ever again, I’m just gonna keep my eyes shut until they go away.”

“dgojsdo[gi djgto[ sdliencz; ierndas[ risncia] ksl. al'dkgjw indn[acka lkker(Did you even put the universal translater on brother? You know what forget it let’s just install the Galactic Focuser and be done with it.)” Said Ganthet.

Banthet motioned for another to come over and bring his rifle over to him. He set it to stun and paused for a second as he stood over a scared out of his mind Hal Jordan 19 earth years old in the fetal position.

“eias agonwln serjobnaso acp;erlakn ishner' (I don’t know if he’s ready for this but it’s never stopped us before.)”

They took him away to an operating room and in a few hours:

“Hal? Hal can you hear me?”

“I’m up I’m up okay just give me five more minutes.”

“No Hal ,that is your name right earthling?, we need you to get up now”

Hal tensed up realizing what he had just been through and that if it was a dream it hadn’t ended yet. Slowly he opened one eye and saw that he was laying down on a table with advanced machinery of some kind all around and two little blue men staring at him this time. They were about 3 feet tall with white hair. They both seemed older but not old enough for white hair yet. And they were wearing white Jumpers with a large Silver disk in the middle that seemed to have a pale green glow about it somehow.

“Oh no!” he said “ The nightmares not over yet.”
“Listen carefully my name is Ganthet and this is my brother Banthet our you the one they call Hal Jordan?”

“Yes my name is Hal but how did you know that? Wait a second I understand you know but before I couldn’t what is going on, you better tell me something quick.”

“You have been installed with a Galactic Focuser which will translate every know language in the universe.” Said Ganthet.

“Galactic Focuser what are you talking about?” Suddenly his hand began to burn and he looked down to see a silver ring with a strange inscription written on it that he couldn’t read. It began to pulse and glow green. “What’s happening my whole body feels like it is on fire!”

Finally Banthet pipes up “Damn it calm yourself Jordan your focuser is powering up for the first time and if you get excited…” But he didn’t have time to finish his warning before Hal had gotten too excited and a stray thought of how he wished so badly to be free crossed his mind. And at that moment his whole body covered in green energy began to take off and bust through the roof soaring out into space.

“I can’t believe it I’m in space! And I’m flying!” But then he realizes he can’t stop or change direction he’s just flying at incredible speeds and just getting faster into oblivion.

Suddenly he hears Ganthet’s voice in his head “Listen carefully Hal before you fly into a sun or something you control the focuser just think about how you want to come back and you will.”

“Again with the Galactic Focuser what are you talking about! Are you talking about this ring?”

“Yes I believe your people would call it that just focus open yourself up and will it to bring you back.” Said Ganthet.

“Ok I can do this…concentrate, take me back.” And as quickly as he had left he was on his way back.

As he gets closer to the planet he came from he realizes two things it isn’t earth and it’s very advanced. As soon as he touches down Banthet has a few words for him. “Before you do another thing just shut up and listen Ok! We are going to explain everything to you.” “And at the end if you have questions at the end you can ask them.” Said Ganthet. “We are the Guardians. A race as old as time that made a tragic mistake and have been trying to make up for it ever since. You see while we are advanced we have been known to be petty and self-serving so our people decided to build a weapon to help us rule the universe this ancient beast whom we don’t dare speak his name of course turned on us and enslaved our people. It also started to take over nearby planets. After 1,000 years of servitude we found something more powerful than the thing we had created. The energy of the universe. You see there is an energy or ‘force’ that makes up and inhabits every single thing in existence. It cannot be created nor destroyed, neither can it all be used at once so the residual energy resides in a separate dimension from our own waiting to be used. Well we found a way to focus it and use it but it takes someone with great will power to use it and a Galactic Focuser.” Said Ganthet.

Banthet chimes in “That’s what these ugly silver disc are our very first crude attempts to focus that energy.” “So” Ganthet says “To make a long story short we exiled and overthrew the beast and had our freedom back. However many of the worlds that It took over knew no rule except that and began to fight for control of themselves and each other. We tried to stop them but there are not enough of us so we went to each world and found one being there that had incredible will, a good spirit, and a strong connection to the force that could be tapped into by a focuser; and who we could train. We have been doing that very same thing all over the galaxy raising up our Corps to help govern the cosmos and keep peace.” “And you unfortunately are the best we could find on earth.” Said Banthet.

“Wait first how did you find me and pick me and what happened back at my house with the TV?”

“Well it’s quite ingenious actually we influenced certain humans to develop a game that would test a person’s skills, reflexes, ethics, and connection to the force. You see the game is unbeatable for anyone who doesn’t have those qualities, whether you know it or not the force was giving you split second notice to move before things happened to keep you alive in the game normal human reflexes never would have been able to do that.” Said Ganthet.

“So let me get this straight you have me in space, have selected me to be some space knight that you made a game about, all based on some unseen force that governs and is in all life, to stop people from being people and screwing up the world they are destined to screw up anyways?!?!”

“Geez you are a ray of sunshine aren’t ya.” Said Banthet.

“Oh and we don’t call our charges Space Knights that’s just the name the programmer thought would sell, no we call our order the Green Lantern Corps.” Said Ganthet.

"Hold any nut job who is good at a game gets to come work for you?"

"No of course not the game developed was so hard anyone who gets more than half way through is a prodigy and we begin to watch. We've seen everything you've done in the last month. Well not everything we try not to cut in on personal moments with the opposite sex, but we did see you not cheat on your finals when your classmate offered to give you the answers." Said Ganthet.
Banthet says "But you should have you didn't study and you bombed that math test."

"Banthet don't encourage that behavior, anyways we also saw you stick up for Julius when those sports players at your school were beating him up. You knew they would ridicule you for weeks after and that you couldn't solve the problem but you knew it was right so you acted."

"Ok one more question? This Galactic Focuser you call it what all can it do?!"Hal says with a smirk on his face.
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Freeze watches the news reports of Jon Walker's death and the appearance of a large man in a metal suit with a cold gun. If he had emotions he might actually smile at his handiwork, but instead he just stares at the TV.

He then calls his men together and says, "Gentlemen there is still much work to be done. It is not enough that Jon Walker is dead now, because his ideals will live on within his company. Our next target is Walker Industries once that target has been destroyed we will move on to other companies, and other members of the scientifc community. Anyone who gets in my way will join Jon Walker in his grave. Carl bring me the layouts of Walker Industries. I need to study them for tomorrow night we will make our move."

Carl brings him the blue-prints and Freeze begins looking at them. He looks up at his men and says, "I will be studying these for sometime go enjoy the night."
His men leave and Freeze begins making notes about his plan to destory Walker Industries.
 
I rushed into the office my mind making lists on top of lists..I barely heard Milly call me.

“Dinah…DINAH!”

I stopped at the door.

‘What is it?” Milly held up a sheet of paper in her hand.

“You got a call.”

I stare at her a moment.
“What kind of call?”

Milly smiled.
“Job kind.”

I snatched the paper from her hand and read milly’s writing.

Harleen Quinzel,
Pamela Isley, Jason Woodrue..”​

I squint and read a few more lines before sighing.
“Milly, this is a missing person case.” I hold the paper up as if she hadn’t seen it already. I slap it onto the desk.
“Let the Police handle it.. They’re handling everything else”

“I’d like to get paid this month.” Milly’s voice sounded behind me as I touch the doorknob. I paused and stared into the frosted glass, just what I need..a case that doesn’t have anything to do with my case which….isn’t paying anyone…

I sigh and lean my forehead against the glass.

‘Okay…call her back and make an appointment for tomoroow.”

I say opening my door and closing it behind me. I lean my back against the door and think.
I should probably see about this Pamela Isley character. Why does she sound so familier?
Quinzel..that sounds familier too.
I move to my desk and pick up the phone. Milly’s voice is on the other end. I put it down gently in it’s cradle and pull out my cell, quickly dialing GCPD HQ again.

“Gotham City Police Department. How may I direct your call?”

“Slam Bradley please.”

There is a pause.

“I’m sorry Detective Bradley is out.”

“Jason Bard?”

Pause.

“I’m sorry, he’s out too.”


I sigh and look up at the ceiling. Lord save me…..
“Harvey….Bullock..” I force myself to say the name.

There is silence and then a voice.

“ Bullock.” It was terse and to the point. Bearing the mark of a typical police officers answer, well, for anyone who worked in Homocide.

I pause to gain strength before answering. It wasn’t that Bullock was a guy I hated he just…tried to hard…at 24 he was only 4 years older than me and trying to raise through the ranks to become a full fledged Detective. I would have rather talked to Bard…

“Hey Harv it’s..”

“Hey Babe! What can I do you for?” His voice lost the ridgidity instantly and became friendly.
I smile. He was one of those large boned type. Not fat, but with the potential to be. His nose was broken from scrapes he’d had as a kid, yet his face didn’t hold any particular defining look. He wasn’t handsome, and he wasn’t average.

“I was wondering if you could give me any info on a Pamela Isley.” There is silence for a moment.

“Why?” He asks, his voice level and businesslike.

“I got a case about her.”

“From who?”

I lean over my desk as if he’s sitting there. My face hard and I made my voice match, yet keep a friendly playful edge to it.

“Look Harv, if you want to interrogate me, get a warrant and drag me down to HQ. You can rough me up as much as you want in the car and then again in the room.”

There’s a pause.

“The car would be more fun.”

I let out a laugh.
“Oh, I can think of a few other places to.”

He lets out a small chuckle.
“Okay.. Isley …”
 
Scarecrow sat is his basement sharpening a knife. The hilt seem have been worked on and it resembled a familar symbol.

"What are you doing"

"Shut up Crane we are working to get Batman back"

"What's with the knife?" no response came from the other side "You mentioned criminals eariler why did you say that"

"The Falcones...you helped their son remember Alberto who is still unbalanced" Crane remember the son of Carmine Falcone very disturb and after the treatment Falcone took a liking to Crane. "They will also help with this Bat business"

"But what about the knife"

"Don't worry about it"

It was a cold night a man running aimlessly through Gotham Park screaming at the top of his lungs. A shadowing figure following him. He trips and falls and the figure moves in.

"No...Please don't". The figure didn't say anything but raise the knfe in the air and brought it down into the man's heart. The figure turned it's back and left the park. The moon illuminated the hilt of the knife and it showed that it was curve into a symbol of a bat.
 
(IC: Batman)

Gotham Medical. My father's former workplace. I vividly remember coming here, as a child, every week. He would usually call me his 'assistant', as I fiddled with various tools that he usually didn't need. Those were... better times. I'm reminded of them as I sneak into one of the rooms, via window.

I look around. Darkness... Nothing more. I turn to one of the computer consoles, and hit a few keys, bringing it back to life. As I click on 'Files', The door opens. I look over, seeing this, and bolt into a shadowed area, as a doctor comes in, shutting the door behind him. The first thing he notices is that the computer's screen saver is off. If I can stay quiet enough...

My elbow brushes against a needle, knocking it onto the floor. The doctor immediatley turns around. Damn it.

"Who's there?!"

I rush past him, and get infront of the door, blocking it. I then flip the lightswitch on, revealing myself to him. His eyes go wide, with horror.

"Who... Wha-"

"Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Wait... You. You're that 'Batman' character that everyone keeps talking about..."

"And I'm in need of information."

"Why should I help you? The police are looking for you... You could be a criminal, for all I know."

"The police that are hunting me are corrupt. You can't honestly tell me you don't know that. And besides... If I were truly a criminal, they wouldn't be hunting me."

He pauses, thinking about this. He then looks back at me, hesistant and scared at the same time.

"What do you want to know?"

"Earlier this evening both I and a reporter for The Gotham Globe were attacked and poisoned by a homemade psychotropic hallucinagion. I performed an analysis, and deduced which chemicals were used to make it. What I want to know now is where the attackers had access to them."

"I... I don't know. You're not authorised to that type of information. I'm not sure if I can help you."

"Look, I understand that you don't trust me. But this is a matter of life and death. The chemical, if not properly treated soon after it's release, will spread through the bloodstream, resulting in death. So, I'm giving you two options. One, you run out of this room, call the police, I get arrested by corrupt officals, and an innocent bystander dies. Or, you can help prevent all of it."

I fold my arms, standing away from the door.

"Your choice."

He contemplates it. He knows that I'm serious. I'm giving him a chance to save lives, here. Not just mine, or Vicki's... but any other victims of The Scarecrow's toxin. If he chooses the first option, He's personally signing Gotham's deathbed.

Needless to say, He sits down at the computer.

"What are the chemicals?"

I pull out a printed list from my belt, and hand it to him. He looks at my hand, and belt, before looking back up at me and taking it. You'd think he'd never seen a gigantic mythical jungian archetype before...

He eyes them, typing them into the database. I stand in the corner, with my cape wrapped around me, as he does. For the next few minutes, nothing is heard except the typing he does on the computer's keyboard. Finally, He turns to me.

"Most of the chemicals found here can be imported out of state, even out of country."

I grit my teeth. I was afraid of that.

"However, three of the more... key components in the mixture, I'm guessing, are Gotham exclusive. Besides the one that we get, they're shipped directly to two primary locations within the state."

"Where?"

"Gotham University, and Arkham Asylum.", He says, printing out a page, and handing it to me. I read it over, surveying the data, before looking up at him.

"And those are the only ones?"

"Yes. Though you didn't hear it from me... That list is only open to personel in charge of shipping management. The passwords here are all the same."

I nod, once. He looks down.

"Now, what about you? Perhaps I could give you a blood test, and see the toxin mysel-"

By the time He's looked up, I'm nowhere to be seen. Zatarra's lessons aided me in that little trick...

* * *

I speed past the Gotham City limits sign, on the motorcycle. It works even better than I imagined... I'm going at a rediculous speed. A nessacary speed, given the situation. Though I don't plan on using it for long, considering it doesn't hide my features as well as a car would. It's official... I need a car...

As the engine roars further away from Gotham, I tap the ear of my cowl, activating the antenna.

"Alfred, you there?"

"Where else would I be, Master Bruce?"

I ignore his sarcasm.

"Got that anti-toxin ready?"

"I've managed to produce a small dose, Yes. Though I suspect you'll be needing more."

"Right now, no. But it would be wise to make more... Just in case. I'll be by the Manor to pick it up in a few minutes. In the meantime, I need you do something else for me."

"As long as it doesn't involve the... eh... guano, on the Cave floors, Sir... I am at your bidding."

I smirk at that, for a second, before focusing back on the situation. I need to hurry... Vicki may not have long. Hell... I may not have long, even.

"I need you to cross reference graduates of Gotham University with management at Arkham Asylum. It's time we find out who, exactly, we're dealing with."
 
Barry arrived at the hospital in seconds.
He saw doctors hovering over Ed's bed watching his friend.

Alot of them... something must be wrong... wonder what

As he got closer, he could see. Ed appeared to be awake but violently convulsing at a blurred speed.

"Whats going on? Is he alright?"

The same doctor that had dealt with Barry, all those months ago looked at him. "His metabolism skyrocketed about ten minutes ago, and he woke up. His pulse rate seems to be going through the roof, alot like yours from those tests I ran, only he doesn't seem to be able to control it. He keeps saying things, but too fast for any of us to understand. The only two discernable words he's said are Barry and Flash. Thats why we called you."

"I see. Do you mind leaving us alone for just one minute? I need to talk to him privately."

"That won't be a problem, it seems that there is nothing we can do anyway. Come on guys, let them have a moment."

The doctors left the room, and apparently Ed caught Barry in his sight for the first time since he entered the room.

"Yyyyoouu. Itsallyourfault!"

"What did I do Ed?"

"Yuwrjls.Thyalare!Jlsofmintllct!YuknwthtI'dfgroutthsspdfrml,soyuwrbttosbtgt!It'snlyfrkcncdncthtlghtnngbstwdtpnyu! ThnwhnIlmsthditagn,yusbtgditin!Yuddsmthngtt,sIcn'tslwdwn! knwyudd!Dn'tEVNdnit!I'mgngtof**kngllyu,btfrstI'mgngtollyrprttylttlegrlfrnd!ANI'dLKEtseeyouTRYtstpyuF**KNGbstrd!"

Barry had sped his body's speed up, so that Ed's speech would slow itself.
"You were jealous. They all are! Jealous of my intellect! You knew that I'd figure out this speed formula, so you were about to sabotage it! It's only a freak coincidence that lightning bestowed it upon you! Then when I almost had it agian, you sabatoged it again! You did something to it, so I can't slow down! I know you did! Don't EVEN deny it! I'm going to f**king kill you, but first I'm going to kill your pretty little girlfriend! AND I'd LIKE to see you TRY to stop me you F**KING bastard!"

Barry tried to respond, but Ed was already gone, on his way to the dorms. To kill Iris. Barry tore into the road a second later, shattering windows as he shattered sound.

IRIS! That sadistic muther.... if he hurts her, so god help me... I'll eviscerate the bastard.
 
It was time. The eletronics crew had wrapped up. Duela's bodygaurds had poured so much coffee down her throat that she was hyper and quite aware now. Bette and Hawk were already cheesing for the camera.
Everyone had seated themselves, though Conner notcied a few reserved seats were empty. It was confirmed that Lex wasn't going toi show, but Mercy's presence was still felt. None of her assisstants seem relaxed. They too knew that Mercy was still watching.

With the room ready to begin, Conner waited for his signal before speaking.

"Hello. Welcome to Lexcorp International. We've gathered here today to make an important announcement. As of today, America's youth has new set of heroes to look up to. As of today, Lexcorp is going to make the world a little brighter, a little cleaner,and a little safer. As of today Young Justice is going to make its mark!"

The press ate his speech up like chicken fat in a shark tank. Conner had been in movies, tv shows, talk shows, and even the occasional indie flick, but he had never experienced this much attention. So many cameras were focused on him that he could barely focus.
It only took a couple of seconds for the press to start launching questions.

"Who are the group members? How did you meet?" one woman asked.

Hank glared at Conner before he could respond.

"We were each contacted by Lexcorp. Each one of our members here is qualified in some helpful area. Flamebird , aka Bette Kane, is an expert gymnast and life coach. Harlequin is our resident wiz kid when it comes to tech. My brother Don and I are masters at CQC, and Conner, of course, is our powerhouse psychic with his telekinetic powers."

Conner was surprised at how well Hank handled the question. He only boasted about his abilities once, and he didn't insult anybody.

"How do you plan to help our fair city?"

Bette took this question.

"We're going to patrol nightly and hold group therapy sessions with troubled youth. We want to stick it to bad guys, but we also have to remember that criminals were once upstanding citizens."

Not bad. Conner had expected Bette to make a comment about her new cook book Heating Up Your Kicthen, but she didn't.

"What about the incident in the nearby forest with the fire? Do you plan to help out the city in other non-crime related areas?"

Don cleared his throat and improved his posture.

"Rest assured, if we can help out in any way possible, we will. We're not above volunteer work. Any act that helps improve Metropolis is an act worth doing."

"And what about Gotham, or Keystone, or Star City?"

Since she hadn't spoken at all, everyone on the panel expected a comment from Duela. Her coffee high had only lasted a few seconds apparently. She was back to massaging her temples and laying her head on the table. Bette politely elbowed Duela until she recieved a nasty glare in her direction.
Duela growled at Bette and grabbed her microphone. She climbed on top of the table, and let out a booming howl.

"Look you Metropolis geeks! Young Justice is here to put you punks back into place! Why waste time in Gotham or Keybone or some other lame town, if we haven't shocked you goons back into place?!?!"

She let out another loud howl and then leaped back on to the floor. She did a couple of seductive poses before climaxing her antics with an improvised kiss with Bette, who then turned tomato red.
Conner's adrenaline and cofidence was starting to increase. Everyone seemed to be a lot more prepared then he thought they were. Duela excelled in getting the audience's attention. She did something shocking, she gave the cameras a good photo op, and she some how managed to make an appropiate comment without acting like someone else. For a brief moment Conner saw the girl who charmed him into a romantic first date.

"Well, we're certainly off to a good start..." he whispered to Don.
 
IC: The Joker

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste

The jukebox blares as a strange man gets dressed up for an even stranger occasion.

I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith

The man nodded his head to the beat of the bass as he slipped on a dark-purple jacket over his purple dress shirt, black and purple suspenders, and dark purple pants. He looked at himsels in the mirror and gave what could only be described as a combination of a grimence and a grin.

He looks at himself, at the scarred skin he has, as he put on dark leather gloves that made his skin impossible to see with the clothing on. He remembers, if only for a moment, about the circumstances that brought him to this strange place, this hideout under a circus, of all places, and what caused him the pain and agony and loss and...and in a sick, twisted, funny (in more ways than one) way...enlightenment.

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain

The job...the mob...the accident...Jeannie...

Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

'Forget about that now,' the man says to himself in his mind. 'Get in character, Jack.'

The man, now idenitified as Jack, now holds large metal mask onto his face. He slips the light pale skin-toned fabric between the soft green hair and his albino-like ears and tied the ends together under his hair.

The mask is even paler than his skin, completely and utterly white. At first it looks almost impossible to see with it, but the one-way mirror on Jack's side makes the impossible possible. It looks hard to breathe in as well, but there are enough small, microscopic holes to allow Jack much-needed oxygen, even under the strainous of condictions.

Jack knows this. Both the mask, and all of his other weapons (or "gags" as he likes to call them) have been tested and re-tested and re-tested to make sure that they are fullproof.

Tonight, Jack is ready.

Tonight, it is The Joker's grand entrance.

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game...

 
(IC: Batman)

Jonathan Crane.

The name that came up with the most frequency in Alfred's cross reference search was that name. Alfred was also able to print out a brief history of police reports coming from Arkham Asylum, aswell as some history on Crane himself.

He graduated from Gotham University with top honors. His major was in psychology. And chemistry. That, alone, put him at the top of my suspicions to The Scarecrow's identity. But, just as I thought it couldn't get any more incriminating, it did.

When Crane graduated, He immediatley began intership at Arkham Asylum, under it's founder, Jerimiah Arkham. When Arkham left, presumably temporarily, due to treatment for lieukiemia, Crane worked his way up the ranks as head psychologist, before eventually taking over the entire Asylum. That wasn't what bothered me. Dr. Arkham was said to be going in for lieukiemia... But it was sudden. Too sudden, in comparison to other diagnosed patients for the disease. And Arkham's condition was never reported on since. No history of treatments... No announcements... Nothing.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say Arkham never had anything. I think someone scared him into an early retirement. Given that my prime suspect to the identity of a killer who uses fear inducing chemicals is the one that replaced Dr. Arkham, it isn't hard to put two and two together.

I stop reading the report after Alfred loads a tranquiliser syringe with the anti-toxin. Jonathan Crane could very well be the Scarecrow... But right now, I have more present matters to attend to. Vicki Vale, the girlfriend of Bruce Wayne, is sitting in a hospital bed, possibly being tortured by her inner most nightmares because of The Scarecrow's drug. Not to mention suffering from physical wounds that are, hopefully, being treated at the moment.

I take the syringe, load it into my belt, and rev up the motorcycle, before taking off, and heading back into Gotham. The sun will be rising soon... and if I'm to keep up this illusion that I'm a giant animal, instead of a man... It's best that I don't operate during the daylight hours...

* * *

Leslie Thompkins walks into her office, after checking with an orderly. I know this, because I've been watching her for the past few moments. Given that she's a friend of Alfred's, she's the only one that I even trust slightly.

The minute she shuts the door, behind her, I step out of the shadows. She jolts, slightly, at that.

"Oh... Oh god, you scared me..."

"That's the intent."

"To scare me?"

"To scare others. But that's beside the point. The woman I brought in... Vicki Vale... How is she?"

She sits down behind her desk, putting on a pair of bifocals, as she pulls out a file.

"The physical wounds she attained have been sewn up. She needed alot of stitches... and she lost alot of blood... But it's nothing too serious. Within the next two weeks, those injuries should be greatly improved. But that's not what I'm worried about. You see, we found something else. It's-", She says, looking up.

"A toxin."

"..."

"How did you know about that?"

"She was attacked. A madman poisoned her with a gas, sending what you found into her bloodstream."

"And this... 'madman' is responsible for her physical wounds, aswell?"

"Yes."

I look at her. She's moved past the brief fear of my costume. Now, her face simply conveys a look of skepticism.

"You don't believe me."

"To be frank, it is hard to believe. Especially coming from someone who's withholding his identity behind a mask."

I sneer.

"I didn't come here for your trust. I came here to know her condition. Has the toxin affected her in any way?"

"She began going into somewhat of a seizure during her surgery. At least, that's what was filed. But from what I witnessed... It was more of a display of extreme panic. I don't know if that was a result of it or not, but regardless, we put her under anetheisia, once that began, and she's been resting ever since. However... We don't have anything to fight the toxin. I sent a sample of her blood to some specialists in Metropolis, but I don't know if they'll be able to come back to us with anything."

She sighs.

"Whatever that toxin is, I've never seen anything like it."

By the time she'll inevitably look up, I'll already be out of the room.

* * *

After sneaking a quick look at the records, and finding out where exactly they're holding her, I make my way to Vicki's location. She lays, motionless, on a bed in the middle of a partially lit room. I can't help but feel she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.

I walk over to her, as the sound of the machines she's hooked up to are quickly becoming the only noise in the room. She has a bandage on her head, from the struggle with Scarecrow... and... I'm suspecting, a much larger bandage under her hospital gown. She should be in a hospital... I can tell Thompkins' doesn't keep patients here, usually. This is clinic, after all.

I place a hand on her's. I don't know why... Our relationship hadn't become serious until last night, truth be told. I guess... I'm just not used to having "casual" friends and family... Or even girlfriends. So the few I have mean more to me than they should.

Moving my hand under her's, I lift her arm, as I take out the syringe. I pray to god this works... I don't know if I'd be able to handle losing someone else. My parents... Talia... I don't want to add to that list this soon.With a certain swiftness, I inject the anti-toxin into her arm, and lay it back down, gently.

Which reminds me...

I take the syringe, and jam it into my own arm, taking the remaining dose. In all of this, I nearly forgot it was still in my system. The only reason I hadn't been affected since the initial poisoning was because of my immune system... But the toxin would've eventually affected me again. And I couldn't have that, of course.

Looking at her, I take the opprotunity. I don't even know if she'll hear me... But I want to, at least, get it off my chest.

"I'm sorry."

With that, I make my exit through the window. Landing into the back alley, I turn to the motorcycle, and get on, before starting it and driving away from the area.

Now to get back to the Manor, change, and get Alfred to bring me back down here. Batman has done what he can for the night. Now, the only thing left to do is for Bruce Wayne to start acting in his newest role. That of Vicki Vale's boyfriend.

While, of course... Finding out just what Mister Jonathan Crane does in his spare time...
 
Tom wakes up in the middle of the night to see that Arturr is not in his bed. He stands up from the couch rubbing his eyes and sees Arturr standing outside the lighthouse, staring into the ocean. He walks outside and stops next to the young prince of Atlantis.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Tom asked him. “I like the night. The darkness reminds me of the deep, back home.” Arturr answered, still focused at the ocean.

“So what’s it like? Back home?” Finally Arturr turned to him. Only for a second, because his eyes then wandered in memories. “It was... Peaceful.” Tom was afraid to ask, but he did it anyways. “'Was'? What happened?” Arturr once again turned to the ocean. It was quite obvious he didn’t really want to talk about this.

He didn’t want to show any signs of weakness in front of a human. Even though Tom wasn’t exactly what Arturr expected out of a human. He actually reminded him a lot of his father. The inherent kindness he made a point not to hide. “Did you get in trouble?” Tom insisted. It was like a dispute: Tom really wanted to know, and Arturr really didn’t want to say it.

Tom won, as Arturr broke his silence. “You could say that.” Tom was still curious, “So you just...”, but was cut off by Arturr. “Why do you ask so many questions?” he asked bluntly. Tom took a moment to find an answer. “I dunno... Maybe because I never had an Atlantean prince staying at my house before a couple of days ago.” he said. Tom walked into the room leaving Arturr with a “We're moody tonight, aren’t we?”

Arturr looked back at Tom, realising he’d been rude to his host. He followed Tom inside a moment later and finally opened himself. “I’m a wanted man, back in Atlantis.” That certainly got Tom’s attention. “What are you wanted for?” Arturr wasn’t sure if he should have answered that. But he knew Tom deserved it. “Killing my father.”

That immediately made Tom look at Arturr different. “Oh...” was all he managed to say. “I was framed. My own uncle, who was like a second father to me. He killed him and set me up.” Good thing Arturr cleared that up, because then came a whole different “Oh...” from Tom. An understanding “Oh...”

“So... Uh... Well...” The idea of Atlantis alone was hard to process, but this... It was all crazy. “What... What about your mother?” The thought of her immediately made Arturr restless. And he constantly though of her. “I had to leave her behind. She told me to leave her behind. I mean...” Suddenly, all of Arturr’s emotional barriers were down. He was exposed. “I had to leave immediately, but I could’ve taken her with me... Right? I could’ve made the jump with her. And Mera, maybe. Why? Why did I leave her?” he questioned, as tears ran down his face.

Tom sighed and approached. “Come on, kid. This isn’t your fault.” he said, placing a supportive hand in Arturr’s shoulder. Arturr didn’t like this at all. He was being weak, and he couldn’t have that. “No!” he said, as he pushed Tom’s hand away and ran out of the lighthouse.

Tom followed him, but by the time he got outside Arturr was already jumping into the ocean and into the night.
 
(IC: Bruce Wayne)

I slip a shirt on, finishing my civillian look, as I climb up the ladder, and open the grandfather clock. Surprisingly, Alfred stands in the room, waiting for me as I step out.

"Don't tell me you're going to start waiting there every night, now..."

He's silent, for a minute. He then finally speaks up.

"Master Bruce... I'm afraid there's something you need to see."

I raise an eyebrow. Afraid there's something I need to see?

* * *

...

I... I can't believe it.

I'm standing infront of the television, with the text blazing infront of me. Yet, I can't even fathom it, even with it right infront of my eyes. I look back at Alfred.

"... You don't believe this, do you?"

"I know you didn't do it. You were here, picking up the anti-toxin for Ms. Vale, when it happened."

I look back at the television, still as shocked as I was when I first saw it.

"But I'm afraid, Sir... That this may be rather difficult for you to handle, either way."

Infront of us, the headline shines in bright letters across the television screen, possibly being played on every TV signal in Gotham City.

THE BATMAN: MURDERER?

Alfred turns up the volume, as I listen to the report.

'-lier, here, a young couple strolled into Gotham Park after hours, only to be greeted with a horrific sight. There, laying on the now blood stained sidewalk of the once glorious Park founded in 1912, layed the body of 52 year old Simon Trent, who was found dead at the scene by authorities after the anonymous couple were reported running in horror from the sight. While it is still unknown for sure, Authorities have already targeted a prime suspect in the murder of Trent... That of Gotham's mysterious vigilante, dubbed 'The Batman', by various tabloids. Trent's body was found with a knife loged in his chest, with the symbol of a Bat engraved into the handle. When asked for a comment, Commisioner Gillian B. Loeb of the Gotham City Police Department declinced to comment, but it was Lieutenant Arnold Flass that soon after revealed the vigilante's hand in the murder was, infact, under investigation. No further information is availible at this time.'

I put it on Mute, before looking back at Alfred.

Me? A Killer? Yes, I had taken life before... But that was another life. Another man. I vowed to never take a life again for as long as I lived.

However, due to my status as a vigilante that was, up until this point, considered a myth... I can't prove that to anyone else. Even if I were to reveal my identity, to try and clear my name... It's still uncertain by most of the general public that I'm not capable of this.

I'm speechless. Utterly speechless. How can I convince them otherwise? Is this the end of my career as Batman already?

Just as I get ready to turn off the television, another report catches my eye, when the picture of a man, literally, frozen in a block of ice displays across the screen. I turn the volume back up.

'-as the scene at Billionaire Jon Walker's estate, earlier this morning. Eyewitnesses claim that what appeared to be a man, in a gigantic metal suit of armor wielding what witnesses called 'a cold gun', attacked Walker at his home. Authorities were baffled, when arriving on the scene, to discover Walker frozen in a block of ice. Though he has since been removed, Walker was reported dead as of 5:46 am, today, aswell as two of his bodyguards. While the assailant's identity is unknown, Walker's former employees, who were the witnesses to the crime, claimed that the figure called himself 'Mr. Freeze'. More on this story as it develops.'

...

.....

... Mr... Freeze?!

What the hell is this city coming to? Am I dreaming all of this? First, a maniac running around with a burlap sack over his head, weilding a fear toxin, calling himself The Scarecrow, attacks Vicki. Then, I'm framed for murder when I know, for a fact, that I did nothing. Now... Jon Walker was killed by a cold gun weilding madman calling himself 'Mr. Freeze'?

This is insanity. And coming from me, of all people, that's definatley saying something.

I turn to Alfred.

"An aqquaintance of yours, Sir?"

"That isnt funny, Alfred."

"I simply wondered."

I turn back to the screen. I almost dread looking at it, in fear of another report. Thankfully, the news ends, at that moment. I sit, in silence, for a long moment.

Okay, I have options, now. I can either make my way to Jon Walker's estate and try and learn what happened, Stop by Gotham Park to see if there were any clues to who framed me and try to prove my innoncence, go and stay with Vicki who's still recovering from the attack, Or... hit myself and hope I'm knocked into an eternal slumber before I have to withstand any more of this.

Considering the last option is, in reality, impossible (Though, I did just watch a report about a man being frozen solid by a cold gun, which I was pretty sure of being impossible until now), I've chosen to stick with my original plan. I'm going to stay with Vicki, for the day, and hope this works itself out before tonight.

If not, well... I'm in for one interesting evening.
 
The henchmen gather around Mr. freeze. He says, "Gentlemen last night was only a sample of what is to come. Tonight we ensure that the legacy of Jon Walker is dead." James asks, "Hey Mr. Freeze, why should we be hyped up about knocking over this guy's company? I mean it's not like there is anything of real value there." Mr. Freeze picks up his cold gun. The other three take a step back and then Freeze says, "You see this gun" James nods slowly and he continues, "This gun is only a sample of the weaponary, plus there are industrial secrets that other corperations would give a king's ransom to get their hands on." He puts the gun down and asks, "Or would you prefer to just keep knocking over an endless number of liquor stores and jewlery stores hoping to eventually equal out to what you can have within the next hour alone? Walker is only the fourth largest company in Gotham. There are others Carlson industries, Wright & Fuller enterprises and of course Wayne enterprises. Not to mention there are those in the scientific who mocked me as well."

James nods again and smiles saying, "I see where you're coming from now Mr. Freeze. I got it." Freeze replies, "Good" and backhands James. He says, "Never question my intentions ever again. That goes for the rest of you as well. Ohterwise be prepared to pay the price for your lack of loyalty to me. Let's go we are wasting time."

Carl asks, "Hey boss, what about those reports of that Batman character? What do you think about them?" Freeze replies, "I don't think about him. He's a man....flesh and blood. He can be stopped permanently. I do not fear him"

The men pile into the van and head into Gotham City to continue Freeze's quest of vengence.
 
Crane left his house and drove to the city. He was going to a place to a place where men like him do not usual enter but he wasn't controlling his body at the moment. This was a place for made man and criminals not doctors. He started to slow down and finally parked his car. He got out and walked at a quick pace. He reached his destination, The Leaning Tower. This was a night club owned by a very powerful man in Gotham, Carmine "The Roman" Falcone. He entered, he had to slip the bouncer a fifty just to enter. Inside pass the dance floor and bar was a doorway that led to a second floor. Crane looked up and saw a room looking down the whole club. He walked forword but a giant man but his arm out blocking him.

"Where do you think you goin' buddy"

"Upstairs to see Mr. Falcone" the Scarecrow was talking for him

"I don't think so and why don't ya see your self out my friend before I make you leave"

"We're not scare of you"

"Is that so well..." a voice came from upstairs

"Jonathan Crane my old friend come on up" a thick Italian accent was heard in the voice. Crane gave him a smug look and procced upstairs. Up there he found a smoke filled room with many women and men in suits. In the back corner was a table sat the man who ran the place, Falcone. Crane walked over and Falcone outstreched his hand and Crane shook it.

"Jonathan the man who cured my son and got all those man off that jail time what brings you here to my place" he said with a giant smile.

"I have some business that I need help with...your help"

"How could I help the good doctor"

"Well...um do you know about the Batman"

"Of course I know about the Batman took out a few of my best man he is a fool to mess with me but my men can't seem to get a good shot off this guy. Some say he isn't human"

"Oh he's human alright" Crane said with a psychotic smile. He leaned in closer. "I believe that he's after me I need your help"

"After you why would he be after you"

"Oh I have my reasons" he said again showing off his voice changed sounding a bit psychotic.

"Well then a chance to take down the bat sure how can I help"

"Great I want you to meet an associate of mine he will be here tonight at the club at after hours"

"Alright Mr. Crane I will be here. Pleasure doing business with you doctor"

Crane left the club and drove back to his house. He went up to his study and opened a dress drawer. He took out his mask and put it on. He went back over the club.

Falcone and a few of his men entered his club. He had to leave awhile to take care some business. Upon his return the bodyguard waiting by the door looked disturbed.

"Uh..boss that guy's friend is here boss their is something you need to know"

"What is it?"

"Well he's different". Falcone and his men walked up the stairs and into the room. There was one light on and a person was sitting down in the darkness.

"Hello Falcone it's a pleasure to meet you. It seems that we share a common enemy"

"Yes the Batman"

"Well believe me when dealing him you have to fight fire with fire"

"What do you mean?"

"Batman causes fear among your men I'm the only one the Batman is afraid of"

"So why did Crane ask for my help?"

"We need resources we need muscle"

"Ah so you need my men. So let me get this straight you will destroy the Batman with the use of my men so what makes you so special"

"Well like I said" he gets up and heads for the light "you need to fight fire with fire" he steps into the light revealing his mask"

"Oh God..." Falcone was stunned

"When you run into something like this Batman you need something to balance it out for your side"

"Ok ok you can have the men"

"Excellent I will contact you when I need them" he left the club and headed back to his house.
 
{Harvey Dent}

Alex Shrub, In my opinion the scum of the earth, a low level goon of Carmin "The Roman" Falcone. Hes' done everything from murder to pickpocketing and everytime we bring him in his boss bails him out. But this time we got him dead to rights, the cops found him standing over the victim with the murder weapon in his hand and blood splattered all over him. But to make sure we went through all the prcedures to make sure and we got him, we went into negotions with him and he agreed to spill the beans on Falcone in exchange for a life sentence instead of death. But as much as I wanted to publicly hang him I agreed, anthing for a chance to rid Gotham City of trash like Falcone. I snap out of my daydreaming when I notice the jury walking back into the court room.

Judge: "Jury foreman have you reached a verdict?"

Jury Foreman: "We have your honor, we find the defendant Alex Shrub guilty of all charges."

I try to hide a smile but I could'nt, it makes me happy to see justice actually working. As the bailiff handcuft Shrub and lead him out of the court room I notice a young women walking up to where the bailiff was leading Shrub.

Woman: "Hey Shrub Falcone says hi!"

The woman pulls out a gun and shots Shrub twice in the head. Beiliffs tackle the woman and wrestle the gun out of her hand.

" 'sigh' Justice is served."
 
The press junket was going by twice as smooth as he could have hoped for. Conner had expected Duela to make-out with somebody, but at this point it had boosted the audience's hysteria, (which in turn fed Young Justice's ego.)
Right now, the press junket was in the middle of an intermission. It was at this time that everyone got a chance to rest and prepare more questions. The lexcorp tech crew was double checkig everyone's mics. While grabbing a bottled water Duela, (now sober enough to stand on her own) used this oppurtunity to strike up a conversation.

"Hey Conner, liked my performance?"

"What those stage antics? Sure, it lightened up the mood a bit."

"Thanks, that was my goal. You know the only reason I came here was to speak with you..."

Conner was flattered for sure, but 2 years at Lexcorp taught him never to show the enemy his weakness.

"What about?" he said in a tone that sounded unusually calm.

"Us. It stinks not having you around anymore. My bodygaurd, Grace, is a total wet blanket. She's no fun at all."

"She seems responsible enough. She kept you from making a complete fool of yourself."

"True, but she lacks your charisma. She's tough, and cold, as a nail. You were stern, but at least you made me laugh too."

"Well, not everyone can be like me. Sad, but so very true."

"I need that cockiness, that charm, that connection again. I miss having real conversations with people."

'You're surrounded by howling fans, you sing in a band, and you have a twelve person bodygaurd. You honest want me to believe you haven't made any friends?"

"Why are you trying to so hard to distance yourself from me?"

"Because.....your just a bad influence on me."


Duela frowned. She brushed some her long, wild green hair behind her ear and looked down uncomfortably.

"Fine. I'm just big ol' bad girl....but you're just as bad too."

Conner tried to voice a protest, but Duela cut him off. She climbed into his lap and pressed one her smooth fingers onto his lips to keep them closed.

"I never put a gun to your head when we partied at the Managerie. I never kidnapped your parent in order to get you to kiss me on New Year's Eve at the Metropolis End-of-Year Bash. You wanted to come and I let you. You love being a spoiled rich kid too. Hell, there were some nights when you convinced me into getting into some clubs. I haven't even told anyone about your backstage Paris Hilton hook-up....yet"

Conner fell quiet. There was no denying what she said. Duela, knowing that she had made her point, leaned in close to Conner's ear.

"Room 302 at the Metropolis Four Seasons. I'll be on my way to a nice dinner with a friend.It'd be nice to have some more company."

"I'm not going. I've got other obligations."

"Cool, bring Chloe and Don with you. I would love to help hook them up."

She got up and began to head to her seat.

"Do you not hear what I'm saying?" he called after her.

"Sure, sure. Oooh! Why don't you wear your father's tie? That one you wore to my first gig? I'm sure he wouldn't miss it at his little convention."

"How do you know about-"

Duela turned around and pressed her finger against her lips.

"It's a big ol' secret."

Conner frowned, but he'd never get a better answer out of her. If Duela wanted to keep that a secret, it was going to stay a secret. He turned back around and waited for the press junket to resume. Don returned from the bathroom and found his seat next to Conner.

"Women troubles?" he whispered to Conner.

"Why don't you go meditate or somethin' ?" he whispered back.
 
{Harvey Dent}

Gilda - "Hi honey how was your day?"

"Crappy how was yours?"

Gilda - "Did you lose the Shrub case?"

"No I won it, but Shrub ended up with two bullets lodged in his head before he could leave the court room. Falcone ended up getting the last laugh."

Gilda - "What do you mean?"

"Shrub wasent going to spill the beans on Falcone until after he was found guilty, and than tell us everything he knew to show that he was helping with the police's investigation on Falcone. But no Falcone made sure that didn't happen. It just pisses me off so bad! How the hell is the system supposed to work when creeps like Falcone can do somthing like this and get away with it! Trust me if I didn't have everything to lose id go out and make this slime pay!"

Gilda - "Yeah thats what this city needs another Batman running around."

"Well maybe this city need a couple more Batmen, maybe Gotham would actually become a nice place to live again."

Gilda - "Harvey iv been think, why don't we go on vacation somwhere? You've been really stressed out these last few months, more stressed out than usual and im starting to worry about you."

"That does sound like a good idea, but it'll have to wait. Donaldson wants me to come in early tommarrow, he said somthing about a special case he wants me to take on. But I promise we'll go away for a while after I finish this case. Ok?"

Gilda - "Ok."
 
(IC: Bruce Wayne)

After spending a few hours at Leslie's clinic, watching over Vicki, I make my way out. The anti-toxin worked, much to my relief... Vicki is fine. Though she's been resting all day...

Now, however, I have other matters to attend to. They say Gotham's underworld is tied through an elite force of mobsters and criminals, working under the same gang. 'The Roman Gang', as it's called. While their leader's identity is subtle, He or she knows the inner workings of just about each and every criminal operation in the city. He or she has a hand in it, after all.

And tonight, I'm going to learn who The Roman is. One way or another...

I step into the waiting limo, parked on the corner. Alfred looks back at me as I sit down.

"Leaving early, Sir?"

"Vicki needs rest, and I'm sure no one's going to try and attack her at a lower key clinic. Besides... I still have to learn who framed me."

"And how do you plan on doing that, If I may ask?"

"The Roman. He or she could possibly know something about it."

"And if they don't?"

"It doesn't matter. The Roman is still responsible for over half of the crime in this city. Possibly even the corruption. I think it's time The Roman met The Batman, either way."

"How will you get to him? The Batman is a wanted man... And even if you knew who The Roman was, there is the possibility of you being spotted on the streets, in the process of interrogation."

A smirk comes across my face, as I look out at the setting sun.

"The Batman wasn't nessacarily what I had in mind for tonight's attire."

* * *

I walk into the East End. Hard to believe it's gotten worse, since I left. The area was once one of the best parts of the city. Now, instead of high class socialites, Pimps and hookers fill the streets. Them... And criminals, naturally.

I'm not wearing the face of Bruce Wayne, nor am I wearing the cowl of Batman. Instead, I adorn makeup. With a scar added across my eye, a prosthetic nose, a fake application that looks absolutely identitical to five o'clock shadow, and a slight touch of aging makeup aswell as washable hair coloring, I look like a completely different person. That, along with a leather jacket and a beanie, completes the illusion.

This disguise will both keep Bruce Wayne's activities from suspicion, and keep the Batman out of jail, for the time being.

I walk over, listening to any and all conversations that I can. I pass a homeless man, on the streets.

"Hey... Hey... you..."

His voice is hoarse. He probably hasn't eaten or drank anything for awhile. I turn to him.

"Spare... a dollar...?"

I frown. This isn't right. No one deserves to be forced into poverty... Especially in a city that can still offer so much. But there are things I must do... I can't help him immediatley. I reach into my pocket, and pull out a random bill, before handing it to him. He looks at it, before looking at me, eyes widened. I look down at the bill.

...

I had to hand him a fifty... didn't I?

I look back at the people on the streets, not paying attention to us, before turning back to the man.

"Keep it. I don't need it as much as you do."

"...T...Thanks, man..."

I nod, before proceeding. Isn't right... None of this is right. All the more reason to continue my investigation...

* * *

I finally manage to track one down. One of the Roman's lackeys. I've done my homework... The Roman Gang always leaves a rose at any crime they're connected with. And the man I'm tracking just happens to be wearing one...

He cuts through an alleyway after making 'future arrangements' with one of the hookers. I'd comment... But Bruce Wayne was spotted with a couple of russian supermodels, a few weeks ago. Apart of an act... But still.

I sneak around the corner, watching as the man speaks with a doorman to one of buildings. Upon closer inspection... I notice the doorman hand my suspect a wad of hundred dollar bills. Hmm... Funny. I didn't think that was a nessacary gesture for a common doorman...

As soon as my suspect enters the building, I casually stroll to the door. The doorman eyes me, at first, but eventually lets me in.

A bar. I expected a hideout, or a club of some sort... And what I got was a bar. Guess I shouldn't rely on expectations. I sit down at one of the tables, watching as the guy makes his way to one of the payphones.

"Hey, you."

I turn, seeing a bigger man standing next to the table.

"Ain't never seen yer face around here, pal. You got a name?"

I start to speak, but stop, realising something. It'd be better to disguise my voice, to go with the look... After all, I do it when in my Batman guise...

I change it, speaking. The accent comes naturally, from my travels through Austrailia...

"Names...Uh... Malone. Yeh. Malone's The Name, Mate."

He raises an eyebrow. At first, I don't think he bought it. But then, He finally speaks up.

"Malone, huh? Ya got's buisness here, 'Malone'? This ain't exactly a public establishment, if ya catch my drift."

I pause, for a moment. Gotta make up an alibi...

I lean in, closer.

"Do I got buisness here? Aye, I do, I do. Ya see, I came here with the...eh ... new shipment. If ya catch my drift.", I say, with a wink.

...

I can't believe I'm saying this. I don't even know what the hell I'm talking about. There's about a fifty-fifty chance they'll even buy it. Though, the odds could be worse...

He looks around, nervously.

"What are ya, a flippin' idiot? Don't come in here with dat kinda info, man... The Roman wants dese next few transitions to be as smooth as possible."

...This is becoming easier than I thought. I shrug.

"Wasn't what I was told, Mate. They just told me to bring it here, to the boys. Said you guys would love the selection He's got."

He smirks.

"The Roman always did know how ta treat us right. Alright... Meet me in da back. I gotta get da boys together... You be sure to bring da goods."

I nod.

"Aye. I gotcha'."

As He walks away, I walk out. I'm crazy for doing this... Especially considering He's bringing a few of his 'friends' with him... But it may be the only way to get the information I need...

* * *

I watch as the men come out. They all stop, looking at me. I think they've noticed I'm not carrying anything with me.

"Hey, where's the stuff?"

I shrug.

"Sorry 'bout that. Damnest thing happened... Your supply was just cut off."

They approach me, angrily. Okay... Bad move, I can admit.

"Cut off? What da hell do you mean 'cut off'?"

"Hey... Wait a sec. He doesn't have a rose. How do you know he's working for da Roman?"

They all stop, realising this. I give them a nervous (False, by the way) grin.

"Guess I must'a... left it in ma other pocket, Mates."

They approach me even angrier. One of them is the guy I was tailing.

"Oh, I'm sure..."

"You know who you're dealin' with, pal? Your dealing with the Roman... He owns Gotham City, man. Ya don't mess with him."

"Let's teach him that, boys."

They all rush me. I kick the nearest one across the face, before flipping, and sending a roundhouse to another. One swings, and I duck it, before sending a jab to his neck and tripping him. One kicks, and I grab it, just in time to twist it, sending him down. The remaining two get scared, and decide to run. One of them is the man I was tailing. They both duck into another part of the alleyway. I don't need the other one... Just the one I was tailing. He's the one with the rose...

I duck into another side of the alleyway, pulling off my prosthetics and coat at the same time. Incognito time is over. Now it's time for some good old fashioned intimidation...

* * *

(Batman)

I watch from the rooftops as the man keeps running. He's trying to make his way to the payphone across the streets. I jump down, cape spread landing ontop of him before he can make it. My foot is jammed into his back, making him yell out in pain. I grab him by the neck, and force him into another alley.

Once inside, I slam him against the wall. He looks at me, in horror.

"Wha-What in the name'a-"

I grab him by the throat.

"You work for The Roman. He happens to be the man that I'm looking for."

I growl.

"His name."

He shakes his head.

"He'd kill me!"

I sneer.

"And you don't know what I'll do to you if you don't give me the name. Now TALK."

He begins to get the picture, as I lift him up off of his feet. He struggles, for another moment, before coming to the blatant conclusion that I'm stronger. Finally, he blurts out the name I've been looking for.

"...Fa...Falcone. Carmine Falcone."
 
I sigh and glance at my watch. Time to call it a day. I gather up my stack of notes. I’d gotten all the info on Pamela Isely, apparently she’s a well known botanist. Who knew? And in my spare time I’d pulled out an old map of Gotham and plotted the movements and sightings of The Batman. Large circles around known sightings. Pulling out my cell phone dialing I call home.

“Diana Lance.”

“Hey mom, what’s for dinner?”

“Nothing…I was planning on ordering Pizza. Are you on your way home?”

“Yep.”

“Okay..I’ll see you later..be careful..”

“Will do.” I hang up and slip the cell phone back into my pocket. Gathering up my notes I walk out the door and grab my helmet before locking up. Milly left early, excited about the prospect of having a new case. I sigh.
Not what I had in mind.

- - -

I walk into the empty Kitchen. The Pizza got here before me and I dump my stuff on the table Before flipping the lid open and pulling a piece out.

“MOM?” I call taking a bite out of the pizza.

”In here Dinah!” I walk into the Family room. Mom’s curled up on the sofa, the TV on. I lightly jump over the back of the couch and land cross-legged.

”Dinah I wish you wouldn’t do that.” She sighed as she looked back to her crocheting. I kiss her cheek.

“Sorry mom.”

The TV screen catches my eye.
“Whatcha’ watchin’?” I ask grabbing the remote and turning it up.

“Just the news..” she says absently. I look at her sideways ready to change the channel when big words blaze across the screen.

THE BATMAN: MURDERER?


I lean forward and pump the volume up.
“Dinah! Turn it down!”

“Shhh…”

'-lier, here, a young couple strolled into Gotham Park after hours, only to be greeted with a horrific sight. There, laying on the now blood stained sidewalk of the once glorious Park founded in 1912, laid the body of 52 year old Simon Trent, who was found dead at the scene by authorities after the anonymous couple were reported running in horror from the sight. While it is still unknown for sure, Authorities have already targeted a prime suspect in the murder of Trent... That of Gotham's mysterious vigilante, dubbed 'The Batman', by various tabloids. Trent's body was found with a knife loged in his chest, with the symbol of a Bat engraved into the handle. When asked for a comment, Commisioner Gillian B. Loeb of the Gotham City Police Department declinced to comment, but it was Lieutenant Arnold Flass that soon after revealed the vigilante's hand in the murder was, infact, under investigation. No further information is availible at this time.'


In other news a large Charity Dinner is scheduled this weekend with rumors of Bruce Wayne attending…


“Hmm…Slam said nothing about that…” I mutter thinking aloud.

“You saw Slam? How is he?” Mom asks, interested.

“He’s fine…” I stand up and walk to the kitchen thinking. So he was a murderer now. But with the shape the GCPD was in...the only people I could trust there was Slam, Jason and Harvey. From the little I know about this ‘Batman” killing an innocent doesn’t fit his M.O. Why would GCPD want to point to Batman? Obviously killings were no strange matter to them, they were taking the easy way out and as much as I wanted a big case, he was a vigilante and while he’s not sanctioned he’s not any different than Mom and the JSA were.
Also what a challenge, to prove he’s innocent without unmasking him.

Great…now instead of figuring out who he is I’m actually going to be protecting him. I smile. Somehow that warms the heart, I still needed a plan and my half baked one I’d come up with earlier would still work. I smiled. I was going to get to dress up and play hero after all. Only thing was I couldn’t let mom find out. So I’ll have to keep it low key.

Brought up another point… if this ‘Batman’ was a wealthier member of Gotham, it would make it easier to take the blame off him if he could help and what better way to show that I’m on top of it than to figure out who he is. Attack from all sides.

I look at the phone and sigh. Peeking my head into the Family room I say.

‘Mom, I’m going out tonight can you call Helena and tell her I’d like to go to the Dinner?”

Mom turned an expression of excitement on her face.

“You’re going?”

I smile at her excitement. Might as well keep her happy, because if she ever finds out about my plan I’m dead.

“Yes…I’ll be back before 1!” I call grabbing my trench coat and my ‘special’ map of Gotham. Slipping out the door the cool night air hits me and I jump on my motorcycle, opting to go helmetless. Good thing mom can’t see…
 
Barry was after the blur that had been his best friend, in less than a second and passed him on the way to the dorms.

He may be just as fast as me, but I have slightly more experience using my speed. And I have a massive size advantage. I HAVE to get to Iris before him.

He got to the dorms and found Iris, still laying in bed watching the TV. "Barry? Whats going on?"

"Iris.Notimetoexplain.You'reindanger,gottagetyououttahere."

"What? Barry! Slow down!"

Just then Thawne showed up in the doorway.

"Tstltbrryshsddlrdy"* (Its too late Barry. She's already dead.")

"Ed? Whats happening? Whatd he say? Barry?"

Barry grabbed Iris and ran, as fast as he could without hurting her, to the west. He dropped her off at her parents in Nebraska and kept running to keep Zoom on his trail. He stopped somewhere near Denver and let Zoom catch up.

"Whrsthlttlldy?Scrdtlthrswhtrlmnlkslik?Nmttr.Llkllyfrstthnfndhr." (Where's the little lady? Scared to let her see what a real man looks like? No matter. I'll kill you first, then find her.)

"Like hell you will, you bastard! To think! I considered you a friend!"

"Sthtwhtycllt?Frnd?Wsnthngmrthnlcky.Gphr.Dthsdthat.Lbssstnt.Ysbtgdmyprjcttmkmmnstr.Twrkd.Myrmnstrnw!"
(Is that what you call it? Friend? I wasn't any thing more than your lacky. Gopher. Do this, do that. Lab assistant. YOU sabatoged my project to make me a monster. It worked. I'm your monster now!)

"I didn't do anything to your project! I warned you not to try to recreate it! You didn't listen!"

"Stplyngndfght!" (Stop lying and fight!)

Thawne swung his closed fist at Barry's head. Despite his small frame, the fist was moving fast enough to cave a mountain. Barry dodged it to avoid it hitting his head, but it landed on his chest instead, sending him flying backwards. He landed with a skid, and dusted himself off, just in time to see the flesh colored blur rush at him. He quickly sidestepped and grabbed Ed's ankle as he hurled by. Spinning to add his own momentum, Barry launced Ed into the Rockies. Barry followed but couldn't find his 'friend' anywhere in the mountains.

He's probably hiding to draw me out. He knows I'd take him in a fair fight. I won't let him ambush me here.

Barry rushed off back to Keystone, grabbing Iris along the way. He explained to her what happened, and suggested that she stay with a friend til it got cleared up. She agreed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back in Colorado...

In a cave in the Rocky Mountains a figure looked in horror at himself. His bed clothes from the hospital had been destroyed by the speed at which he had been moving. But that wasn't what terrified him. His skin was becoming a sickly yellow color, and felt more like rubber or latex now. His body was beginning to streamline itself. His hair had just fallen out in clumps, and something more important had seemingly vanished from his body. He wanted to cry. Apparently the inability to slow down was just one negative side effect of his failed experiment. His comment about being a monster was now true in appearance as well as in manner. He was no longer Edward Thawne, brilliant chemistry student. He was now... Zoom, the reverse Flash.

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"Brrywllpyfrwhthsdntm.Hwllpy!" (Barry will pay for what he has done to me. He WILL pay!)
 
(IC: Batman)

He walks into his penthouse, in a silk italian robe. The room smells of an obviously expensive aftershave, as he goes over his papers on the desk in his office. I can tell, by the way he looks at them, that he thinks he owns Gotham City. My purpose here tonight is to show him that he's wrong.

I watch as he makes his way from his office, to the stairs, from the windows. I know where he's going. His bedroom... On the top floor. And there's a balcony there, aswell. It will suite my purposes.

As he walks into his bedroom, and shuts the door, I let him get halfway across the room... Before making my prescence known.

"Falcone."

He jolts, looking over at me, perched on the balcony.

"We need to talk."

Falcone looks at me. Obviously, He fears what he sees before him... But I can't help but feel he also has a certain anger about my being here.

"You dare come to me? To my home, no less? First, you take out my men, and now you insult me by breaking my right to privacy? I should kill you where you stand."

I sneer at him.

"Well? What have you to say to that?"

I say nothing.

"ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!!!"

I cross my arms, silently. Finally, he snaps, turning to pull out a shot gun. By the time He's turned around, The Batarang already hits his weapon, knocking it from his hands. I leap, drop kicking him into the wall. I place a foot over his chest, keeping him down as he slides to the ground.

"We. Need. To TALK."

He stuggles, trying to reach for the door. I grab his arm, twisting it. He yells, before finally looking at me.

"What... What do you want?"

"Last night, there was an innocent bystander killed in Gotham Park. The evidence was planted to make it look like I was responsible."

"So? Why come to me?"

I lean in closer.

"Because The Roman knows the inner workings of the criminal underworld of this city. You know this, because You're the Roman."

He pauses, after hearing this. That was all I needed to confirm my suspicions.

"I don't know anything about the murder. My organisation was not responsible."

"And I should believe that?"

"You want to know the truth, don't you? Well that's it. I know nothing of this. For all I know, you were responsible."

I grab him, lifting him from the ground.

"And that's not a very smart thing to say to someone who might be a killer."

"But you didn't do it. Otherwise you wouldn't have come here."

I stop. He's right, of course. I didn't kill that person... I have morality.

"No. I didn't."

"Then why should I fear you? I have all of the power in this city. You're a fool to make yourself into some kind of freedom fighter."

"Your 'power' has corrupted what made this city once glorious, and I'm personally going to make sure you and everyone like you is stopped before you can do any more damage."

"You think anyone cares?"

I lean in.

"I do."

"You're in a minority, at best. You think I'm the only one? This city is crawling with corrupted officials. I own just about every one of them, but even if you manage to stop me, There will be others."

"Not if I can help it."

"You can't. That's the point. You're only one man. What you're planning to do is impossible without allies. And like I said... no one cares. You're playing an impossible game to win, and you're playing it by yourself."

I pause. He smiles.

"You're beginning to realise that, aren't you?"

I drop him, turning around. He doesn't know anything... I can tell. That doesn't mean, however, that tonight was pointless.

I turn.

"Let me tell you something, Roman..."

He doesn't move.

"You've eaten well, as Gotham has starved. You've eaten it's wealth... It's spirit, and taken it from those rightfully deserved. But you're not safe. From this moment on... None of you will be."

I turn around, leaping onto the balcony. I can hear him get up, behind me.

"This isn't over."

I turn my head, slightly.

"Oh, I agree. It's just beginning."

And with that, I leap into the night.

I made my point. However, he made one just the same. One that I'll probably be thinking about for awhile.

...I am in this alone.
 
Freeze and his men arrive near the back dock of Walker Industuries. They slip into their disguises as Freeze climbs out of the back.

He sees the electrical box and fires his gun FRKSHA! the box is now frozen. He looks at the chain-link fence before him and fires his gun FRKSHA!and within seconds the fence is frozen solid. He kicks it twice and the fence crumbles into hundreds of peices of broken ice and metal. He looks at his men and says, "Hurry we have maybe 15 minutes at most. Steal whatever you want and meet at the loading dock in 10 minutes if you get caught or you are about to you know what you must do. " Each man nods and Freeze freezes the loading dock door FRKSHA! he kicks down the door and says, "Go. Now!"

The four henchmen scatter as Freeze makes his way to the scientific wing. He sees 2 guards running at him with weapons drawn and one of the yells, "Freeze! The silent alarm has been activated so freeze it right there." To Which Mr. Freeze replies, "As you wish" FRKSHA!one of the guards is frozen solid. The other one opens fire on Freeze. As the 6 bullets bounce off of him Mr. Freeze looks more annoyed than anything else. Mr. Freeze says, "Now it's my turn" FRKSHA!. The guard is frozen solid as he enters the place he once called home.

He looks around and remembers how he loved the sound of the equipment, the smell of the chemicals, the joy of discovery. Now though all those things were dead to him. He breaks into the office of Dr. Sam Henderson head of development. He freezes a picture on the wall and shatters it revealing a now open safe. Freeze pulls out the material and recognizes it. This was the work that I had begun on the cancer cure....another 6 months and I could've been ready for human trials I was on the threshold of a cure but that was another lifetime ago by a man now long dead. He notices several notes scribbled on the side...Henderson's writing. Ahhh he has been trying to continue my work...if I couldn't be allowed to work on this project then neither shall you. FRKSHA! he freezes his notes and all the computer equipment in the office. If I am not allowed to help save humanity I will destroy it. He then proceeds to freeze the lab and break things along the way.

I am satisfied...Jon Walker's legacy is now destroyed. Mr. Freeze begins to walk to the back dock He sees his men scurrying for the back dock as well with several security guards chasing them while shooting at them. Edward one of the henchmen is shot in the leg and falls to the ground. Freeze sees Edward hit the ground and he walks over to him. Edward says, "Save yourself boss I won't tell them anything." Mr. Freeze replies, "You're right you won't" FRKSHA! and Edward is now frozen. He then opens fire on the other guards in pursuit. FRKSHA! in a sweeping motion he freezes 6 other guards while the others begin to fall back.

The other 3 henchmen are stunned and Freeze says to them, "We can't afford to take the risk of a loose end." They are still stunned and Freeze says, "You can either come with me now or" he points his gun at them and the other 3 run to the van.

They speed off to their hideout each man exchanging glances of fear at one another. All the while Mr. Freeze just sits their in silence.
 
Poison Ivy emerged from her underground liar. Her first personal mission was to assassinate Roger Maguire. He was the current owner of the Gotham Greenhouse. The murderer was planning on destroying the home of many exotic and rare plants. This could not be tolerated.

Pamela quickly moved towards the street. Roger was attending a press meeting on the destruction of Gotham Greenhouse. The conference was being held outside of Gotham Square in a local theater. That would be the ideal place to strike. She walked into the street and called a taxi. The assassin pulled her overcoat across her waste, covering her costume. A taxi pulled up to her.

“Gotham Square please,” Pamela whispered. The driver was struck with a sense of delight. He was entranced by her beauty. Poison Ivy stepped in the car; it sped off.

--

GOTHAM SQUARE.

The press conference was buzzing with excitement. Roger Maguire was seated on a balcony inside the theater. Pamela eyed him instantly. He stood and walked to a podium.

“Tonight, I am here to announce that with the destruction of Gotham Greenhouse comes new opportunity and fortune. I am proud to say that Maguire Industries will be opening a new convention center. The center will be used for many public events and...” There was a disruption in the crowd. A woman walked in front of the mass of people.

“Do you know how many plants will be lost with the building of your useless convention center?” Pamela screamed.

“I know it is an unfortunate loss, but...”

“But nothing! You are a murderer!”


Undoing her jacket, Poison Ivy revealed her costume. Adrenaline swept through her body. She was angry and nothing could stop her. She took out a small pouch from her belt. The pouch held a few dozen seeds. Quickly the female threw the seeds over the ground. At contact with the ground, they hatched into huge sprawling vines, immobilizing everyone in the theater, including Roger. Pamela threw another seed on the ground. It developed into a leaf, which she stepped on to. It lifted her to the balcony.

“Roger, I believe we have some talking to do,”
 
Conner pulled up to the Four Seasons in his red Porsche with Chloe and Don in tow that night as planned. Chloe had a red dress she had been dying to wear since last winter, and Don was looking for any chances to socialize. He followed behind in a black Rolls Royce. They never had to go up to Duela’s room because the could hear her in the bar/restaurant singing one of her hits.
When she noticed their presence, Duela led the group to her favorite table. It was near a window that gave a perfect view of the Four Seasons’ atrium. The moon and the cloudy night sky was also perfectly visible from their seats. Conner would’ve taken a picture had he a camera on hand. These kind of photo ops would’ve made for great pictures for the Torch’s website.

“So how’s everybody?” Duela asked.

“I’m good. Today’s press junket really gave me some insight into the inner workings of the media. I’m a bit happy those Daily Planet dorks didn’t show either. I bet you anything that chick would’ve bothered you.”

Conner tucked his napkin into shirt and nodded in slight approval. Don did the same and handed Chloe a breadstick.

“I really dig this view. I guess with the press junket and albino freaks running around, I haven’t had time to sit back and relax.”

“True, true. I used to sit here with my family when I was little. I go here every so often just to revisit the memories. The moon is so chillingly beautiful and the cheesecake is almost orgasmic-“

“Hey, slow down sparky. When you get all poetic on me you tend to start laying on the booze.”

“Like I haven’t already had a few bottles?”

“Bottles?” Don said raising an eyebrow.

“Dude, I only function when I’m drinking.”

Chloe nodded in agreement, “ I shmeel the mame way ‘bout journalishm.”

Don and Conner both shot Chloe a disappointed look.

“Don’t eat with your mouth full.” they both said in unison.

Chloe pouted and shrunk back in her seat. She wouldn’t admit it, but she loved dining out and liked receiving Don’s attention. Conner liked having someone to agree with. He usually felt like a single parent with a child whenever him and Chloe ate out.

“So Conner, what are we gonna do now that we’ve become members of a big shot group?”

“I hadn’t thought of it Duela. I guess we could speak at a school or something….”


* * * *

“I’m coming!” Terra cried as she stepped out of the shower.

The boys had just finished up their recruitment drive a week ago and now they had taken out their only inductee for a night on the town. She thought she could grab a quick shower before they got back, but obviously she was wrong.
When she got to the warehouse door, Herald was holding a drunk Kilowatt on his shoulders. Hot Spot rushed in from the rain. Terra had warned him several times that his molten rock body couldn’t handle too much rain, but he was desperate for any kind of partying action. Poor Herald didn’t seem like much of a partier himself, but he new what he signed up for when he asked to be inducted.
Terra helped Herald set Kilowatt onto a nearby sofa.

“How was Club Vision?”

“Man, it was hot tonight. I left Herald and Hot Spot at Cloud Nine and went by myself.”

Terra frowned, she hated the idea of Kilowatt blatantly flirting with other girls at the club. Especially a girl from the Cloud Nine parties. They always gave him incredibly dumb ideas. Such as starting a fight with a pack of undercover cops in the rain. He won the favor of a few dealers, but Terra had to fight them off and then cover his trail. However Charlie couldn’t help his dreams of grandeur.
Terra took his soggy sneakers off and threw them off in a corner. She got him a can of coke and snuggled next to him. He flipped on the plasma TV in just enough time to catch some kind of press junket on channel 8.

"Hello. Welcome to Lexcorp International. We've gathered here today to make an important announcement. As of today, America's youth has new set of heroes to look up to. As of today, Lexcorp is going to make the world a little brighter, a little cleaner, and a little safer. As of today Young Justice is going to make its mark!"

Kilowatt frowned, he never did like the high society, big money types. He let out a small snicker and then staggered in front of the TV. Hot Spot and Herald let out small groans.

“Guys, I just thought of something! We haven’t thoroughly broken in Herald yet!”

“Not to burst your bubble amigo, but wasn’t that the point of our night on the town?”

“Hot Spot go jump in a river! He’s still just a baby in my eyes. What has he really done in the last two weeks since he left his mommy’s womb?”

“Ingested a lethal dose of a DNA altering drug? Helped Terra and me fight off a pack of undercover cops? Beat up a few goons who were bothering me tonight?” Hot Spot chimed in.

“Dude, your ruining my high!”

“Sorry. So what’s the deal? ¿Qué es usted arriba la planificación ahora, loco?”

Terra giggled, “ I don’t think he understood that last bit.”

“He wasn’t supposed to, mi amor.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Focus people! I got the plan! Herald’s going to steal something off that goon on the screen.”

Kilowatt froze the screen when the news was showing a clip of Conner’s speech. His smile had that typical Hollywood sheen, his suit was the same as every other corporate goon. Kilowatt was right on the money when he chose to rob Conner, and he couldn’t wait to see Herald’s results.
 
(Weather Wizard)

I wake up in a cell, on a hard, cold...metal bed. I look around to notice where i am...again. This time i remember my brother turned me in...i will get my revenge on him...i will get back at Clyde. I have had this planed for a while, when i get out...i know where I'm going.

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

A few hours later i find myself running back to my home, but now coppers chasing after me, i don't know why. I finally make it back to my house where i meet my brother at the front door.

"Mark" my brother said

"Clyde...its been a few days...trust me, i forgive you, and i have change...they let me go"

"Well thats interesting, i was just getting ready to run to the store and get some stuff for my new experiment."

"Well, do you want some help???" I say back to him

"Well, your family...I can trust you...why not....follow me back to my lab." He says as we walk back into the house. We walk through hallways till we get to his lab, he threw his jacket on a chair and explains to me his experiment.

"I have been working on this machine that can convert electromagnetism molecules into a combine effort with atoms of hydrogen and oxygen to make it possible to control the weather."

"You did your work on this one bro. This is awesome" I say to him secretly scheming.

"Yeah, well there is something missing and i don't know what"

I realize that there is not a conducting source for the molecules to collect in and have the power flow through it.

"You look tired, and its getting late, we have both had a long day and we should get some rest, we could work on this tomorrow."

"I guess your right. Well lets go" We begin to walk out as he shuts of the lights and locks the door. "You can sleep here tonight" he takes me to another room.

"Goodnight bro." I say as he begins to walk out.

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

That night i lay there thinking about what he said was missing, when i look around the room and see a cane. I get up and pick it up.

"This is perfect. Made of metel...right in front of his eyes and he missed it...what an idiot."

I open up the door to hear my brother snoring in the other room. I walk in opening the door and stand beside him while he sleeps. Thinking about what i am about to do i have second thoughts, but quickly i remember i want my revenge. I take the cane and hold it up to his throat, choking him with all my weight on him. He tries to mumble some words but nothing comes out. Quickly i run out of the room and to the lab door. I crack the lock open with the cane and burst through the door. I quickly turn on all the tools and machines in there. I put the cane in between the machine he had been talking of. Suddenly there is a huge explosion and the house roof blows off along with some walls going down. When the dust clears i see 4 cop cars outside of the house.

"Put your hands in the air and nobody gets hurt."

I quickly think on my feet and go for the cane. Being shot at while running toward it only 10ft away. I get the cane but at the same time get shot in the foot. I look to the officer who shot me and point my cane at him. A bolt of lightning shots down on him and kills him on the spot.

"This thing has extreme power...lets see what else i can do"

I point the cane in the air and it starts to hail soccer ball sized pieces of ice. Landing on 3 of the cops and through 2 of the cars. I then start to spin the cane and a huge tornado comes down and takes out the rest of the cops and the cars. I look around to see the destruction i have caused. I then turn to an ally and get ready to walk down it.

"I have so much power. I know what to do with it to. I have my revenge on my brother...but there are others...for another time."
 
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