The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[twylight]

I flopped on my bed and glanced at the time. The lines on my digital clock glowing, showing 1:30 am.

I roll over and sigh, covering my eyes with my arm. A fruitless night, completely. Whoever this guy was he covered his tracks well. I went to all but one place. The one where he was supposedly ‘shot’. I’ll have to check that out in the daytime. I may be plucky but I’m not stupid. I sat up enough to take my clothes off and slip pajamas on before flopping on the bed again. My eyes closed and I fell asleep.


*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

I roll over the alarm distant and far off. I reach out and tap the ‘off’ button. Knocking a few pencils and papers off the side table.






*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

I smash the button again.





*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

“Be….QUIET!” I say, bringing my hand down on the obstinate button with vengeance.

*Be….Bee…Beep…Be..*

Stupid machine. I really need to get a new one. I lift my head from the pillow and look at the time.
Holy…It was my final alarm. I’d slept through the first two.

I hop out of bed and throw some clothes on. Stopping at my Bedroom door. Okay…jeans and a baby t-shirt might not be the best way to greet a client.
I rummage through my closet and pull out a white blouse slipping it over the baby t and grabbing my motorcycle jacket, bag and helmet I race down the stairs. The house is quiet and mom must have left for the shop already.

I race to the office and barrel up the stairs. Milly greets me with a raised eyebrow as I throw open the door.

“Nice of you to come in.” She says drily.

“Better late than never!” I quip slipping off my jacket as I open the door to the office.
“When is our client due?”

“Any minute, provided she’s not as late as her Private Investigator.” I give Milly a sideways smile and step into my office as the outer door opens. Peeking back out I see a woman about Helena’s age walk through the door. Her blonde hair is pulled back from her face in a ponytail which strangely gives her simple skirt suit an elegant look.
I slip into the office as Milly stands.

“Miss Harleen Quinzel?”

“Yes.” I dump my stuff behind my desk and come back to the door.

“Hello, I’m Dinah Lance.” I hold my hand out and we shake. Her grip is firm but not stifling. I smile trying to alleviate the stress that showed on her smooth face.

“Hello.” She answers her voice is low and tainted with strain.

I step back and hold the door open.
“This way.” I motion her into my office and walk around to my desk.

She doesn’t even glance around, only takes a seat and bites her lip. I pull out a notepad and pencil and situate myself before looking over her again.

If I was a man, this would be when the deep narrative voice came on.
“She was worried, worry that showed in every finely chiseled curve of her face. The curves on the rest of her were nothing to sneer about either…”
But I wasn’t so I didn’t worry about it. I smile again trying to make her feel at ease.

“Shall we get started?”

She nods.

“Alright. When was the last time you saw or talked to Pamela?”


“I saw Pamela last night. It was strange she was moaning. The weirdest thing was a plant crawled out of her mouth. IT CRAWLED! That is when I shut the door.” She looked down, her face pale.

Okay, plants coming out of mouths, that’s a bit odd.


“A Plant?”
“It was so bizarre. She opened her mouth and a small fly trap crawled out. It slithered rather. I am not sure how to describe it.”

I wouldn’t know how to describe it either…

“Did she look different in anyway besides the plant?”
“Her hair was much longer. Her skin had a green tint. Also she was naked.”

Oh...great...a naked anti-social Botanist…

“Did she seem lucid?”
“No. She was moaning and clutching her head. I asked her questions and she just reached towards me. It seemed like she was hyptomised.”

“In control of her faculties?”
“Yes. At one point, she reached for my leg and a vine wrapped around me and pulled me to the floor. She was very much in control.”

From there the interview went normal.

“What time was this?”
“It was around midnight.”

”Does she have any family members close to her?”
“Her mother is the only family member left. They aren’t very close. Her bother and father died.”

“Are you two close?”
“It was a year ago when I met her. She was my patient. It was right after her father passed away. I helped her deal out some emotional stress.”

“Does she have a boyfriend, anyone she might have run off with?”
”No. Pamela was very anti-social. I was surprised when we became friends.”

“Any enemies? Rivals?”
“There were two people she wasn’t fond of. Jason Woodrue, her patient in some weird government job. She didn’t give me much detail though. Also, she hated Roger Maguire. He was her old boyfriend. They weren’t close at all and he could care less about the environment. Goodness knows how they ever came to lovers.”

“Anyone who might want to harm her?”
“Not that I know of. Jason might have, but I don’t think he ever did. He went into a coma shortly after Pam disappeared. I think I read recently though, just a few months ago, he came out of it.”


“Does she have any other friends I could contact?”
“She did go to school with Bruce Wayne. They kept in contact. I am not sure what kind of relationship they held though.”


“Is there anyone connected to her in some way that would cause her to leave or be kidnapped?”
“None that I can think of.”

I sigh and close the door behind her when she leaves. It was a normal missing persons case. Except for the plant thing…was she a Meta-Human? I looked down at the picture of her in my hand. Harleen had brought it like I’d had Milly request her to.
She now had green tinted skin and her hair was longer. But if she was a Meta, like myself she wouldn’t have had her power suddenly appear. She would have had it all her life. Why would it emerge now?

I walk back into my office and sit down. Resting my elbows on the desk I rub my fingers across my face before closing my eyes and rubbing them with my fingertips.

Where do I even start? Where?

 

[Trigger]

Conner left the Four Seasons alone. Chloe and Don hit it off so well that they ended up leaving early to catch a movie. Duela went to the bathroom and Conner saw that as his opportunity to leave. Duela and him weren’t on the best of terms anyway, so it wasn’t like she’d be crying tomorrow.
As Conner crossed into the parking lot, he heard the sound of quick footsteps. He turned around to see that he was indeed alone, but he couldn’t shake his gut feelings. Conner began to walk closer to his car, but once again he heard the hurried footsteps. Conner didn’t turn around this time. Instead he walked towards his car, but this time in an even more brisk pace. Just as he reached the Porsche’s door he turned around sharply. Duela let out a small cry before tripping over her self.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“Sorry, I was just curious as to why you were sneaking off.”

“….Wierdo…”

* * * * * * *

Malcolm had never stolen a car before. He had only been away from home for about a month, but already he was feeling apart of the group. After Kilowatt gave the order, Terra and him really got into it this time. Terra was like a mother; she hated the idea of seeing any of them get into trouble. She reasoned that sending him into a dangerous situation without him learning the extent of his abilities was dangerous, but Kilowatt was unusually firm in his decision. Still, he admired her guts. His wimp of a mother never stood up for him when his father was having a bad day.
The prey had left the Four Seasons and was fast approaching his car. Herald crept behind his green-haired date. When he caught her sneaking behind him, Herald ducked behind a car. While she got chewed out, Herald use this chance to call up Hot Spot.

“Hola?”

“Hey, its me. I’m at the hotel. How should I handle him?”

“Wow amigo, you got some real cojones sneaking straight up behind him.”

“Huh?”

“I’m pretty sure Kilo would’ve been satisfied with you just ransacking his place.”

“Dammit, why didn’t you say that an hour ago-”

“Calm down, now that you’re there you’ve got the perfect opportunity to surpass Kilo’s impressions. What’s the situation?”

“The dude’s caught his date. She was sneaking behind him while I was too.”

“What a perdedor! A woman snuck up on him! Anyways, why not just knock them both out with one of your sonic bursts?”

“I was and then I realized I’d need someone to be ready to open the warehouse docking gate.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking his car.”

“¡Qué en los nueve infiernos? Dude, how in the world do you plan to get from there to here without any attention?”

“The parking lot is abandoned with the exception of them. Who’d hear it?”

“Good point, you’re smarter than your average thug.”

“Hehehe. Thanks.”

“I’ll keep the door open. Terra and I will be waiting.”

Herald whispered a thanks and hung up the cell phone. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his newest toy. It was a megaphone that Terra gave him. She figured he could amplify the intense sound into an even greater sonic burst. She was always helping like that.
Herald stepped out of from behind the car and cleared his throat in the megaphone to get their attention. The guy in the fancy suit and his green-haired hottie turned around. Herald smiled and let out a powerful sonic burst. The girl shrieked in agony and collapsed. The guy let out a pained cry before falling next to her with a sickening thud. Herald watched as he clutched his ears and bled from his nose and mouth. He gave one angered glance before his eyes rolled in to the back of his head.

 

[JackBauer]

Arturr swam away from the lighthouse for hours. He needed some time to think, to be by himself. At least that’s what he told himself. Truth was, he just didn’t want to look weak in front of a human. Too late for that... He tried to come up with a solution to his problems, but he kept coming back to the same conclusion: that there was nothing he could do now. He didn’t like that answer, he tried to dodge it, he did his best to find a way... But it just wasn’t his time to go back.

You will know, my son, when the time comes for you to return. Arturr listened to his mother’s voice as if she was there, right in front of him. “Mother...”

Arturr... Arturr... Atlanna called. “Yes? What?” he asked. Go. Suddenly, Arturr saw a man charging as fast as he could towards him. This wasn’t just any of Orm’s men. This was Nur, Orm’s colonel. To send Nur, Orm had to be very desperate to get to Arturr.

Arturr pointed the trident towards Nur, whose eyes clearly called for battle. You’re mine, kid. Arturr shot at Nur, who managed to swerve out of the blast’s path. “That was... Mostly unexpected.” Arturr said, no idea what to do now. Before he could hint a reaction, Nur grabbed him and dragged the young prince out of the ocean.

They jumped out of the water and landed in the sand. Arturr’s ribs hurt. Nur was unphased. He stood up and walked to the boy. Arturr looked unconscious. Nur reached for the trident with ambitious look in his eyes, but before he could get it, Arturr opened his eyes and kicked him away. The prince stood up, trident in hands.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, kid. Just hand over the trident and stay away from Atlantis. Then I won’t have to kill you.” he threatened. Arturr took it very seriously, because he knew he could do it. He’d seen Nur in action before. There was a reason he was Orm’s right arm. Flawless technique, fast reflexes, merciless rage...

“I hope this makes it clear.” Arturr shot at Nur’s feet, challenging him. Nur didn’t even move. He picked up a dagger and threw it, hitting Arturr’s shoulder. He went down in pain, with one of his hands on the wound. Nur now ran to Arturr’s felled body. Seeing him, Arturr’s only reflection was to raise his trident. By sheer luck, the blades dug into Nur’s stomach, stopping the warrior where he stood.

Arturr looked shocked as Nur fell. “Well done, kid. Well done.” he said, before he fell out of consciousness. Taking a massive amount of effort due to his wound, Arturr stood up and looked at Nur’s corpse.

Suddenly, a light called Arturr’s attention. “Hey! What’s going on there!?” The second her heard that, Arturr ran back into the ocean. Would he once again be a wanted man? Only time would tell.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze leans over his work bench in hideout making modifications and testing new equpiment for his suit while the 3 remaining henchmen are watching "Eyewitness News 5" with Summer Gleason. She is currently interviewing Lisa Albert spokesperson for Walker Industries.

Summer asks, "So exactly how much damage did Mr. Freeze and his men do?"

Lisa replies, "It is catastrophic the damage that has been done. Our Science and research division has been basically wiped out. It will be at least 5 years before we can get back to where we were and even then we will be behind everyone else. The information that his men stole was vital to us and to our share-holders, and the financial asetts that they stole we can't find anywhere. They have set up so many phony accounts it'll be years before we can find any of it. Who knows how much more damage we'll find in the next 24 hours."

Summer says, "All that is so hard to believe what is next for Walker Industries?"

Lisa repiles, "Our board of directors have been on the phone with our creditors for a good part of the night. And while they are sympathetic to our plight we have had no choice but to file for bankruptcy." Lisa begins to choke up as she says, "As it stands now at least 45% of our work-force will be out of work by this time tomorrow. By the end of the week we expect 80% of our work-force to be dismissed. What kind of monster is this man? I usually try to find something good about everyone, but this so called man even killed one of his own men. I cannot believe that this man was once one of our most valuble resources. He was even on the verge of making major break throughs concerning cancer treatments and possibly even a cure within this decade." By this time Lisa sobbing openly as she says, "If you'll excuse me..." as she walks away.

Freeze says, "Turn it off. It is time for us to discusss this evening and some of my improvements."

The men gather around freeze as he says, "One of the improvements I have made to my suit is on-board computer system. It has the blue-prints of the entire city lay-out. Meaning I can now find my way around the city via tunnels and the sewer system. It also is hooked up to the internet, and has a hacking system that allows me to hack into any computer and bypass any security system."

His men are nodding politely by they still have a look of uncertanity. Mr Freeze turns his back and says, "I realize that this evening Edward's dismissal was rather abrupt, but it was what was best for my organization. I also realize by the looks on your faces that you don't share my point of view. That you have doubts about beinga part of my organization. With that in mind, and the improvements in my suit I realize that you gentlemen are no longer needed as well." He turns around and sees that all three have pulled their guns and are pointing them at him. James says, "Look frost-bite brain it ain't personal it's business. With what we stole we can afford to live like kings and move out of central dump and live the good life so...HIT HIM BOYS."

They all fire at Mr. Freeze who has dived behind his suit and work bench. He looks around and hears Carl yell, "Don't bother your gun is all the way over here." Freeze yells, "Suit! Defensive code #2356 commit!" The henchmen turn around and see the gun has rotated around and FRAKSHA!!!!! All three men are now frozen solid, and Freeze stands up . He says, "Did I fail to mention that one of my improvements is that my suit can now operate my gun by verbal code? Apparently I did." He looks at them and says, "Instead of living like kings you died as fools. I began this quest alone and I shall finish it alone. I need no one and Gotham will soon fear the name Mr. Freeze."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

I stop at the door to Vicki's room. They told me, upon arrival, that she had awoken. I don't quite know how I'm going to be able to handle it... I haven't spoken with her as Bruce Wayne since before she was attacked. And she was probably the closest to The Batman anyone has ever been in Gotham City, when I tried to help her. What if she recognises me? Will it be over?

I pause. I'm not sure what I just meant. Sure, 'Will it be over?' could refer to my relationship with her... But I don't think that's what I meant at all. I think I was talking about my career as Batman... Even though that, right now, is questionable in itself, with the police hunting me... For a crime I didn't commit...

I finally open the door, and step in. She's resting, still... But she's awake. Before I can say anything, she smiles.

"This... isn't exactly what I had in mind for our next meeting when I said 'I don't want this to be the last time I see you'.", She says.

I manage a smile. Something I've not been able to do for what seems like ages... And it's only been one night. It's been hell... for both of us, I'm sure.

"How do you feel?"

"Better. At least, from when I first woke up. That Thompkins woman told me about what happened..."

My breath shortens, for a second. Could it be possible she knows? Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions... but the mere possibility leaves me somewhat worried...

"To think... I met The Batman, and I didn't even get an interview.", She says, distraught. "I'm sure my editor will love that..."

Externally, I look confused. Internally... I'm breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

"The Batman? So he is real?"

"Apparentally. He's the one who brought me here."

"Well... Uh... What do you remember about him?"

"Honestly? Nothing. I didn't even remember him bringing me here... All I remember was being attacked."


I nod.


"Whoever did this to you... I assure you, they'll pay for it."

"Somehow I doubt that, unfortunatley..."


I raise an eyebrow.

"Why is that?"

She sighs.


"Between you and me, The Gotham Police Department is about as reliable as a gang of serial rapist. And that's in literal terms. They're corrupt... Every one of them, aside from a select few. I've been investigating them... I doubt they'll do anything about this, really."


...


A select few?

"Wait... which ones aren't corrupt?"

"What?"

"You said there were a select few who weren't."

"Oh, That. Well... They're pretty low on the radar, really. Not enough to stand up to their superiors. But from what I gather, there are a few... I can't remember their first names, but... Bard, Bradley, Bullock... Though I've heard Bullock's a bit of a pig, Montoya... And one detective. Gordon, I think, is the name..."

Gordon... Why does that name seem so familiar? Could I have encountered-

...

No. It couldn't be... That's impossible. ...Isn't it?

"Why do you want to know?"


I look back at her, breaking away from my thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh... Well, I just want to be careful. I may need help, one day... I want to know who I can trust, you know?"

She nods. Eventually, another smile graces her face.

"I guess we won't be able to have that second date for awhile."

I sit down, beside her bed.

"I'm getting ready to call the people in charge of the fundraiser and have my name taken off of the guest list."

"What? Why?"

"Well I can't go knowing that you could be attacked, again. Plus... You could use the company."

She shakes her head.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be out of here in a couple of hours anyway. Thompkins just wants to keep me for observation."

"Observation?"

"Yeah... They said that my immune system really kicked in, these past couple of hours. Apparentally, I was poisoned with something... Probably from the attack..."

"... And they're letting you out tonight?"

"It's strange. They said one minute, I was panicking... probably even on the verge of dying... And the next, I was almost completely recovered."

The anti-toxin, no doubt. Nice to know I have a combatant for the possibility of another one of Scarecrow's attacks, now.

"I should at least stay with you... To protect you, just in case whoever attacked you comes back."

She shakes her head again.

"Bruce, you're an important man. I know that you have responsibilites for your company and your appearance... I write about people like you all the time."

She smirks.

"Though I don't think any of them are quite as handsome."

I place my hand on hers.

"But I can't let anything happen to you... I won't. I don't want to lose you anytime soon... I've had my fair share of tragedies over the years."

"I can take care of myself. The only reason I failed, this time, was because I wasn't prepared... But now I know what I'm dealing with. Well, roughly."

I frown.

"Bruce, please... Just because my life was just put on hold doesn't mean that your's has to. Go to the party."

I consider this.

"And... you're sure?"

"I'm asking you to do it. If anything, do it for me... So I won't feel like some stupid damsel in distress."

I eventually nod.

"Okay. For you, though... I'm not exactly as fond with this sort of lifestyle as you may think."

"Then why do you do it?"

I smirk.

"Responsibilites, remember?"

She nods again.

"I'm sure your parents would've been proud."

I smile. That's the first time I've ever heard that, I think...

Would they, though? Vicki doesn't nessacarily know how, exactly, I'm honoring their memory... Would they be ashamed of what I've become? Would they be... afraid of it?


Or am I the one who's afraid of what I've become?

I stop. This sort of thinking could give me a headache...

 

[twylight]

It’s been a day since I’d interviewed Harleen Quinzel and nothing had turned up. I went to all the right sources, checked the missing person log at the GCPD, that had been exciting. I smile. Bullock was a womanizer but for some reason…I just can’t hate him. Though I bet when he got older that would change. I rolled my eyes, maybe it was because he was so easy to manipulate. A little cleavage here…and little ass there….I smile.

Now Jason, he was a real gentleman. See? I even call him by the first name. Nice guy. Though there were rumors of another guy being transferred in. His name was Gardenson…Gard…Gardner? Something like that. All that bothered me about it was that he was being transferred in to investigate Batman. Everyone’s cramping me. I lean back and lace my fingers behind my head.

Oh, still have to go dress shopping.

“Ahhhhhhhh.” I sigh loudly as I close my eyes and rub them with my fingertips.

Hair cut, Dress shopping…all for tomorrow night because I somehow thought going to a Charity Fundraiser would be useful. Slam’s hunches are almost always right and to be told one of them is something. Slam has a lot of faith in me.

My cell phone and the office phone got off simultaneously.

“Hello?” I can hear Milly’s long greeting in the other room.

“Hey Darlin’ You might want to head down to Gotham Square. I think they found your missing person.”

I drop my heels from the desk with a THUMP. My hands slamming onto the table.

“WHAT?”

“No one knows yet honey. But the plant thing? I think this persons got it.”

“Thanks Slam.” I say already out the door. I stuff the phone in my pocket and race down the stairs, putting my helmet on as I run, leaving Milly in a fluster. Slam was the only one I told about the plant comment Harleen had told me. SO if there was something that had made him connect the two…

Hopping onto my motorcycle I screech off down the street. Weaving in and out of traffic I make it to Gotham Square in no time. My eyes are wide behind the helmet as I look at the sight. The Police have already set up a parameter outside. I took my helmet off and stared at the spectacle.

“I should have brought weed killer. Lot’s of weed killer.” I say softly looking at the thick vines that lay in the doorway and coming out of the upper windows.

I set my helmet down and walked towards the Police Barrier, my eyes on the vines high above.

“Ma’am.”

I looked down and find a police officer standing in front of me.

“Hey! Hi, I need to get in there, I believe the woman in there is a client.”
Way to fudge the truth Dinah.

“I’m sorry no one is allowed in or out.”

“I know how police business works. But please, I’m a Private Inve..”

“No one is allowed in or out.”

“No one?” I stick my hand casually into my pocket and peek out a Ben Franklin. The man’s eyebrows go up and he stares at me for a moment as I pray silently he’s one of those. Just my luck he’ll be honest I hope…

“The back entrance.” He says suddenly. I make a face and scowl as if mad, for the sake of onlookers and slip the money into his pocket.

I make my way to my motorcycle, slip my helmet on and drive off. Making a sharp left at the end of the block and coming around through the alley behind the Theatre, I smile empty as promised. I park the motorcycle and remove my helmet. Slipping through the backstage door.

I blink in the dim light and take a step tripping over something green. I look down at the thick plant and make a face. Okay…somehow this comes off as gross and who knows what part of her body it came from. I weasel my way through the backstage area, dodging vines and theatre ropes.

I finally make it to the stage and peek out. The audience consisting of various reporters and businessmen and women are frozen in fear and with vines. I peek out from behind the stage Right curtains and survey everything. Isley is up on a leaf talking to an immobilized man. I squint sifting through my mental files. Roger Maguire. He was planning to build a convention center, that’s right, today was the press conference for it. Why was Isley here though?

I really should read more newspapers.

I close my eyes and focus. Convention Center, where was it being built at? Right! The Gotham Greenhouse, just something Isley would be upset about. I take a deep breath and step out.Projecting my voice it carries over the distance of the stage and up to the balcony.


“Dr. Isley, I presume?”

 

[Sentry2005]

GOTHAM CITY

I light a cigarette as I get out of the car. Two hours in Gotham traffic, and I finally arrive at the station. I look around this dump. The buildings are delapitating. As I’m following the guy who met me at the airport into the building a gun shot goes off. I roll, pull my gun and look for the source,

”Heh, you’ll get used to that,” The guy tells me as he looks back to see me.

I look back at him, shock on my face at how people can just… just ignore gun shots so casually…

I put the gun away, and continue into the building.

And I notice it. I notice it everywhere I go, but here it’s even more evident. The looks. The dirty looks these guys are giving me. Whenever I’m assigned to a new station, I get the whole shebang of dirty looks; they think I’m only here because of my brother. They don’t understand how a former football star could be an equally good detective.

It could also be the look I go for; tan duster over my black suit/white shirt. With my jet black hair (dyed), I look like every film noir character you’ve ever seen. But with more stubble and a slight hangover.

We walk into the detectives floor, and I see a few faces that are known back in Detroit.

Heh. On the wall they have a newspaper cutting;

MASKED MYTHS GRIP GOTHAM
'Batman' And 'Scarecrow' Sightings Under Police Investigation p.3

Some reason that makes me smile. When detectives are reading the papers for clues, someone isn’t doing their job right.

The guy leading me stops.

“He’s in there,” He tells me, not wanting to start conversation. He walks off.

“Thanks,” I call after him. “Maybe next time we could see the sights?”

Pr*%k.

I walk into the room he’s led me to.

“Gardner,” The woman inside says as I close the door behind me. “Been expecting you. The Mayor called in a lot of favours to get you in here,”

“He did? Well that’s…” I pause for a second, trying to think of the right word. “Nice?”

The woman smiles. “Cute Gardner, you’re a funny guy, you know that right?”

“Well I do try,” I reply with a sense of cockiness in my tone.

“That’s funny. Seriously, you’re funny.” The woman gets up and walks around his desk, so that nothing is between me and him. “But now, what you need to realise, is that no one wants you here. My men can do this. I don’t need some up him self dick who can’t seem to hold down an assignment,”

I smile. “You know, mam, what’s even funnier, is that the mayor doesn’t seem to agree with you.”

She stops grinning and begins to, what seems to me, snarl. “The mayor wouldn’t know *&^$ about how to run this town if it bit him in the ass, let alone how the police system works. You’ve been sent here to find out about ‘Batman’? There is no Batman. How can one man do what this guy does, let alone without aid. Can’t. No way, it’s impossible.”

“Mam, with all due respect (Which may be none), there’s a kid who can fly in Fawcett, a man who can leap tall buildings in a single bound in Metropolis, and you’re telling me a man can’t dress as a Bat in Gotham?”

“There’s no evidence for the guy in Metropolis, same as there’s no evidence for this ‘Batman’.”


“The other kid?”

“Publicity stunt… Fawcett is a second rate town anyway, this is all just made up rubbish to get the city some TV time.”

“And somehow, you’re the Comissioner here, yes? Were they short on job applicants Miss Loeb?"

“You cocky little pr*%k, you think you have the right to talk to me like that?!”

“Why don’t I just get to work,”

“Why don’t you, then you can get out of my hair and be back to Detroit in less than a week.”

I walk out the door, and she calls back to me. “And don’t worry about fitting in here Gardner, most people have lost a broad to a gun crime, so don’t try to play that card getting sympathy.”

As I’m about to yell something back, I feel a hand on my chest. I look up and see another detective, with a small moustache and a horn rimmed glasses.

“She’s not worth it kid,”

I look at the guy.

“You’re the kid sent in to cover the Bat story?”

I nod.

“Names Gordon, Jim Gordon. Nice to meet you…”

“Gardner, Guy Gardner,” I shake Gordon’s hand. “Tell you me, you’re the first person who’s actually treated me better than a second rate coffee boy,”

“I got no problem with someone sent to do a job, and that’s all you are. I’ll see you around Guy,” And he walks off to his desk.

I look out on to the office floor and see all these detectives full of resent for me, and it doesn’t bother me that much. For all these jerks there’s what seems a nice guy in Gordon. And for all these bad detectives there’s me, the best there is. Guy Gardner.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

"Ok Donaldson why is this case so damn important that I had come be here first thing in the morning?"

Donaldson - "Because its Boss Maroni's case."

"No im not taking it."

Donaldson - "Why? Why not?"

"Because you know well enough that Id would rather see Maroni behind bars! And beside im a criminal prosecutor not a defense attorney!"

Donaldson - "Dent im not asking you im telling you, your taking the case."

So here I am driving to Gotham Police deparment to meet my new client. I wait almost a half hour waiting for the cops to drag Maroni into one of the interigation rooms, Maroni looks at me with a smug grin plastered on his face.

Maroni - "Well good morniing Mr. Dent."

"Lets get this over with Maroni, why did you ask for me to take your case?"

Maroni - "Because I want the best lawyer Gotham has. And trust me it wasent easy getting you either, told your law partner that im willing to pay three times what you normally charge."

"Whatever lets just go over your case, ok you were arrested at the Gotham docks along with a handful of your cronies aswell as a group of known drug pushers. The cops found 20 pounds of cocain and well over 50 pounds of marijuana in one of your trucks and over $150,000 on the pushers that has already been traced back to you. What was this about Maroni? Getting your monthly shipment."

Maroni smiles.

Maroni - "Somthing like that."

"With all this evidence against you, your looking at atleast ten years."

Maroni - "Well we can always bribe....."

"No! This is going to be handled the legal way, and if you don't like it you can find another lawyer."

Maroni - "Have it your way Dent."

 

[Green Lantern]

(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 and i quickly dart for an ally way.

"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."

Barry was flipping through the channels on TV in his dorm room.

200 channels, and nothing to watch... I should know, I've gone through all of them in less than a minute...

"bzzzt..10-108 at the corner of Fox and Carmine. Repeat we have a 10-108 at Fox and Carmine, all units respond!"

10-108? Thats... OFFICER DOWN! Holy... well guess I'm not bored now...

 

[Watchman]

It was the middle of the night and Crane was awoken by the phone ringing. He slowly get out of bed and picks it up. It must have been someone from Arkham but to his dismay it wasn't for him.

"Hello" he said

"In my home" the voice said quietly

"Excuse me"

"IN MY HOME!" it was Falcone "He was in here he threaten me... ME!"

"Well what do you want me to do about?"

"That guy from the club I want to speak to him"

"Well I can't..."

"NOW! I want to speak with him" he demanded. Scarecrow took over Crane.

"Mr. Falcone what a pleasure it is speak to you again"

"How do we do this? How do we kill the Batman"

"Oh we don't simply go out and find the Batman and put two shots into his head like your men do"

"How dare...."

"No, we let the Bat find us we draw him out into the open right into the Lions' Den"

"Right how do we do this?"

"Crime" he said "I want your men here tomorrow night we have party to attend to and then when the Batman shows up I will give him the scare of a life time"

"Alright they will be there"

"Good very good" he put the phone and left his bedroom. He went downstairs and begun to work on something. It was a brand new costume something that fits his name better and also a few new toys for our friend.

 

[Charlie No-One]

“Dr. Isley, I presume?”

Poison Ivy turned around. Who was that person?

“No. I am afraid Pamela Isley has grown a new bud. Her name is now Poison Ivy.”

From behind her back, the assassin removed a small dagger. Turning her back towards the new guest, she focused on Roger.

“Hello Roger. Long time since we last talked. Long time since you signed me up for that last job.” Pamela said as she gently brushed the dagger across his face, leaving a trail of blood. He winced in pain; Pam noticed.

“Ouch. Did that hurt?” She took the dagger and plunged it into his leg.

 

[twylight]

I wince as a crimson trail of blood appears on the man's face.
Not my smartest move, I should have left it to a professional. And Slam is going to have my hide, if Loab doesn't try to pull my PI license first.

"Alright...Poison Ivy. I have a few things to say."

Be firm but..gentle...Have her focus on me and not the poor guy up there...even thought his is kind of a jerk.

"I'm being paid a lot of money to find you and bring you back. You have a friend who is very worried about you. Since the police are already involved and to expediate the paperwork I'd rather if you didn't kill or maim anyone just yet.

I understand you're upset about the greenhouse, such a blatant display of cruality towards plants. But, have you ever thought about all the plant based household products people use?
Lavender scented cleaners, paper towels, rose water?"


I take a breath, talking by the seat of my pants.

"Those poor, beautiful rose petels, so soft and delicate. Crushed beneath hard metal, squeezing out the very essence of the flower."

 

[Charlie No-One]

I wince as a crimson trail of blood appears on the man's face.
Not my smartest move, I should have left it to a professional. And Slam is going to have my hide, if Loab doesn't try to pull my PI license first.

"Alright...Poison Ivy. I have a few things to say."

Be firm but..gentle...Have her focus on me and not the poor guy up there...even thought his is kind of a jerk.

"I'm being paid a lot of money to find you and bring you back. You have a friend who is very worried about you. Since the police are already involved and to expediate the paperwork I'd rather if you didn't kill or maim anyone just yet.

I understand you're upset about the greenhouse, such a blatant display of cruality towards plants. But, have you ever thought about all the plant based household products people use?
Lavender scented cleaners, paper towels, rose water?"


I take a breath, talking by the seat of my pants.

"Those poor, beautiful rose petels, so soft and delicate. Crushed beneath hard metal, squeezing out the very essence of the flower."

Poison Ivy glanced over again at the woman. How could she be saying such things? Pamela’s head was reeling.

“STOP! NOW! You are disrupting my focus. This man is a murderer. Not only did he sign the plants’ fate, he signed mine a year ago!”

Pam grabbed his hand and slid the knife next to his index finger. She closed her eyes and with a swift motion, she chopped off his finger. There was no turning back now. The soothing high of rage was blinding her. She had no idea what she was doing.

“Each time you try and stop me, another finger will go, and when there are no fingers left, he will lose his most favorite possession,” Pamela grinned.

 

[twylight]

Poison Ivy glanced over again at the woman. How could she be saying such things? Pamela’s head was reeling.

“STOP! NOW! You are disrupting my focus. This man is a murderer. Not only did he sign the plants’ fate, he signed mine a year ago!”

Pam grabbed his hand and slid the knife next to his index finger. She closed her eyes and with a swift motion, she chopped off his finger. There was no turning back now. The soothing high of rage was blinding her. She had no idea what she was doing.

“Each time you try and stop me, another finger will go, and when there are no fingers left, he will lose his most favorite possession,” Pamela grinned.

I shoot myself, yes I was dead. However If I could get her away from him, the finger could be put on Ice and reattached. Ignoring the man's girly screams of pain and the few women gasping in the audience, I squint my eye at her.

I can't go back, only forward.

"For someone who loves plants you sure don't mind making them bend to your will. You're nothing but a slave driver. Molding the leave at your will. How does that make you any different from them?"

I make a sweeping motion with my arm, taking in the many vines and leaves around the theatre.

"You think this is natural for them? You think they are going to grow and be happy in this dark, dingy theatre? Or are you going to abandon them and allow the firefighters to cut them up once you are in jail?"

I take a step forward, a thought rushing to my mind. If needed I could use my power, though I don't want to, not in public. Also using it would put everyone inside here in danger.

"Don't do this." I say softer.

 

[Charlie No-One]

I shoot myself, yes I was dead. However If I could get her away from him, the finger could be put on Ice and reattached. Ignoring the man's girly screams of pain and the few women gasping in the audience, I squint my eye at her.

I can't go back, only forward.

"For someone who loves plants you sure don't mind making them bend to your will. You're nothing but a slave driver. Molding the leave at your will. How does that make you any different from them?"

I make a sweeping motion with my arm, taking in the many vines and leaves around the theatre.

"You think this is natural for them? You think they are going to grow and be happy in this dark, dingy theatre? Or are you going to abandon them and allow the firefighters to cut them up once you are in jail?"

I take a step forward, a thought rushing to my mind. If needed I could use my power, though I don't want to, not in public. Also using it would put everyone inside here in danger.

"Don't do this." I say softer.

“My plants…they will…no! You can’t be right…I won’t…,” Pamela could not find the right words to answer the question. The woman was right. Poison Ivy waved her thin hand and the plants began to recoil and sink into the earth. She was guilty and there was no other way to say it; she was caught in the act.

Roger had passed out from the pain. The mutated human slung the murderer over her shoulder and stepped on to the giant leaf. As the leaf brought the pair down to the ground floor, Pamela spoke out to the unexpected visitor.

“I went through a terrible accident. It mutated me. It turned me into a monster. If it wasn’t for Roger, I would be normal right now. He sent me to that hell hole of a job; he made me work with Jason. The truth is, this whole plot wasn’t for the sake of the plants, well, I can’t say that, it semi was, but it was for what he did to me. He destroyed me. Have you ever had to deal with power? A power that messes with your mind? Something that separates you from normal?”

The rage was doused by Pamela’s heart. She felt the ping of guilt pushing through her new body. She put Roger down on the stage. Poison Ivy looked into the woman’s eyes.

“I think you have,”

Just then, a woman, a civilian, stepped up to the stage. She was holding an object behind her back,

“You may forgive that monster, but I don’t!” The object was a gun and it let a powerful blast: a bullet. It was heading right towards Roger. Pamela hated him, but she wouldn’t let him die. She jumped in front of him; the bullet blasting right through her stomach.

 

[twylight]

“My plants…they will…no! You can’t be right…I won’t…,” Pamela could not find the right words to answer the question. The woman was right. Poison Ivy waved her thin hand and the plants began to recoil and sink into the earth. She was guilty and there was no other way to say it; she was caught in the act.

Roger had passed out from the pain. The mutated human slung the murderer over her shoulder and stepped on to the giant leaf. As the leaf brought the pair down to the ground floor, Pamela spoke out to the unexpected visitor.

“I went through a terrible accident. It mutated me. It turned me into a monster. If it wasn’t for Roger, I would be normal right now. He sent me to that hell hole of a job; he made me work with Jason. The truth is, this whole plot wasn’t for the sake of the plants, well, I can’t say that, it semi was, but it was for what he did to me. He destroyed me. Have you ever had to deal with power? A power that messes with your mind? Something that separates you from normal?”

The rage was doused by Pamela’s heart. She felt the ping of guilt pushing through her new body. She put Roger down on the stage. Poison Ivy looked into the woman’s eyes.

“I think you have,”

I meet her gaze and smile. Womans intuition. Men are so dense, only another woman would be able to have understood that my words went deeper than just her.

Just then, a woman, a civilian, stepped up to the stage. She was holding an object behind her back,

“You may forgive that monster, but I don’t!” The object was a gun and it let a powerful blast: a bullet. It was heading right towards Roger. Pamela hated him, but she wouldn’t let him die. She jumped in front of him; the bullet blasting right through her stomach.

"NO!" I yell, the audience has gone crazy. The momentary suprise at their release shatters at the sound of the gun's fire and they barrel for the doorway's. I catch Pamela as she falls and lay her gentle on the ground, withdrawling my hand from behind her I stare at it. Instead of the red I was prepared to see on my hands a brownish/green substance sticks to it. I make a face and sniff it. Sap....

I look up at the pounding of footsteps. The woman is running. I run and grab her from behind, she falls, the gun spinning on the ground out of her reach.

"You can't stop us! You can't!" She yells flaling trying to hit me. Dodging her arms I gentle press two fingers to her neck, causing her to instantly relax. A team of medics rush in and I point to the balcony.

"He's in shock! He lost a finger up in the balconey. Get it on ice."

They hesitate.

"GO!" I yell louder. He's okay, but Pamela..she's not..she's not...

I stand up and sigh, kicking the gun away I run back to Pamela and search for a pulse.
"Come on...come ON!"

 

[spartin2008]

Barry was flipping through the channels on TV in his dorm room.

200 channels, and nothing to watch... I should know, I've gone through all of them in less than a minute...

"bzzzt..10-108 at the corner of Fox and Carmine. Repeat we have a 10-108 at Fox and Carmine, all units respond!"

10-108? Thats... OFFICER DOWN! Holy... well guess I'm not bored now...

(Weather Wizard)

As I start to go down the ally I hear a cop, near dead, talking into his speaker for back-up and that there is a 10-108. I turn around to see what he is saying...

"You better watch out for the Flash, he is not a normal cop...he is..."

Just as he finishes his sentence I order a beam of lightning to come down and it shot right through him.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, can defeat me now."

 

[Green Lantern]

Barry jumped up from his couch and grabbed his suit off the hanger.

No rest for the weary, I suppose...

There was the crackle of thunder as a red blur streaked into the alley.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, can defeat me now."

"Oh? Is that so? I think I beg to differ... whacha gonna do, hit me in the knee with your cane?"

 

[Charlie No-One]

Poison Ivy laid on the stage with a bullet logged into her stomach. If anyone else got shot, they would have troubles living. This failed to be the case for Pamela. Her skin started to wrinkle around the bullet hole. With a push, the bullet was out of her body; the skin already starting to heal. She turned to the woman.

“Please, do not arrest me. Most cops in Gotham are bad. You have no idea what they do with people like me. When I was human, they would send them to my office. I had to…I had to…Please, just don’t give me to them!”

 

[twylight]

Poison Ivy laid on the stage with a bullet logged into her stomach. If anyone else got shot, they would have troubles living. This failed to be the case for Pamela. Her skin started to wrinkle around the bullet hole. With a push, the bullet was out of her body; the skin already starting to heal. She turned to the woman.

“Please, do not arrest me. Most cops in Gotham are bad. You have no idea what they do with people like me. When I was human, they would send them to my office. I had to…I had to…Please, just don’t give me to them!”

I bow my head for a second. What she said was true, but still. I look around...The police don't seem to have noticed me yet and..her wound is healing...

"Come on.." I help her up.

"We can get out the back."

Way to make a sporatic decision Dinah, now you are adding and abetting a fugitive.

 

[spartin2008]

Barry jumped up from his couch and grabbed his suit off the hanger.

No rest for the weary, I suppose...

There was the crackle of thunder as a red blur streaked into the alley.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, can defeat me now."

"Oh? Is that so? I think I beg to differ... whacha gonna do, hit me in the knee with your cane?"

(Weather Wizard)

"Who the heck are you...o wait, you must be The Flash...don't make me laugh, your a teenager, what are you going to be able to do to me.?."

I say as I stick my rod up in the air, it starts to rain, thunder and lightning. I call a beam of lightning to come down and strike him, as it came down...

 

[Charlie No-One]

“Thank you. You said something about someone looking for me? In exchange letting me go, I will give you the information you need. Show me where the door is while I provide some cover,”

Pamela reached into the pouch again and threw some spores. They exploded with great puffs of smoke.

“They aren’t lethal. Let’s go,”

 

[Trigger]

Conner stared at Duela for a moment, when suddenly a young man appeared. He was an African-American standing at about 5’6 with a shaved head. His clothing was quite nice for some random thug, but before Conner could say anything the boy yelled into a megaphone.
A powerful blast of force collided against Conner and Duela. He could see her face twisting in agony as she slowly sunk to her knees and collapsed, but he couldn’t her. Everything had gone silent. The weight of the blow made Conner’s knees buckle and he could feel blooding pouring from his nose and mouth. He grasped his head as his senses and perception was ripped asunder. As he too began to sink to his knees, he looked at the boy once more. 2 years at Lexcorp taught him how to be more resourceful. If he couldn’t beat the kid up now, he needed to be able to identify him later.
The kid had come close and now that he was inches away from him, Conner got a good look at him. Up close he only looked about 16. He had a Gotham Knights’ baseball cap. His eyes were a strange shade of brown, and he wore a 24 karat gold chain.
Conner felt like he got enough for a description, so he submitted to his overwhelmingly painful injuries. He could feel the kid’s prying hands searching his pockets for his keys. However such things weren’t important as he began to descend into unconsciousness.

* * * * * * * * * * *
When Conner awoke he was in Lexcorp’s medical wing. Chloe was wrapped in a blanket with Don, and the two were sleeping quite comforting together in the chair. Mr. Jones slept in small chair next to Conner’s hospital bed. He had loosened his tie and undid a few of the buttons on his shirt. A small suitcase was left in a corner next to his shoes. On the end table next to Conner was a small cup of coffee and a clock.
Conner sat up right and tried to get out of the bed only to find his legs had become numb. He fell with a loud thump almost immediately after getting out of the bed. Everyone yawned and then laughed at Conner when they had regained composure.

“Conner you’re such a spaz!” Chloe snickered."
Where were you going? We weren’t staying here for our own health."
Conner blushed, “I had to pee. Aren’t you supposed to be in Gotham or something?”[/SIZE]

“I heard about your injuries and took an early flight back to Metropolis. I watched the press junket on CNN though, good stuff.”

“Thanks, why were you in Gotham anyways?”

“Nothing really. Had to testify in some high profile case. The prosecutor was rude and made me spend most of the time rehearsing for the case as if this was my first testimony.”

Don yawned, “Do you visit Gotham often?”
"I was born there. I visit regularly anyway. I love the smell of the city air. There’s something about the hustle and bustle of Gotham city life that other cities lack. I only left because the police force there is full of liars. Not to mention the high levels of grime and smog. "

Conner made a fake coughing sound, and the phrase city boy could be heard somewhere within it. Don acknowledge the comment with a half smile, but he continued the conversation nonetheless
“Well, not counting the smog and crime ridden police force, Gotham sounds lovely.”

“Sure, its very lovely if you’re a socialite. No offense.”[/SIZE][/FONT]

“None taken, it’ll take years of work with Young Justice before I can reconstruct my reputation.”

Mr. Jones nodded, “You’re serious about this whole Young Justice project?”

“Of course, I came here because I wanted to monitor Conner’s health, and because I think this will be a great opportunity for us to prove our worth.”

Mr. Jones began to make a comment, but Conner cut him off. Conner was empathic enough to know when his dad was going to make a patronizing comment.

“Dad, why don’t you give me a little assistance? It’d be nice to pee.”

Mr. Jones stood up and stretched. He let out a yawn and then helped Conner off the floor. The two then began to exit the room. Before exiting the room Conner turned back to Don and ordered him to gather the rest of the team. Young Justice now had something to do.

 

[Green Lantern]

(Weather Wizard)

"Who the heck are you...o wait, you must be The Flash...don't make me laugh, your a teenager, what are you going to be able to do to me.?."

I say as I stick my rod up in the air, it starts to rain, thunder and lightning. I call a beam of lightning to come down and strike him, as it came down...

Barry heard the crackle as time slowed around him. He stepped to the right just as the lightning struck the pavement, shattering the concrete and sending blocks in several directions.

Holy sh** did he do that? Can't worry about him, gotta get these chunks before they hit someone.

The air crackles with the electricity as Barry grabs and puts down all the sidewalk chunks. He ran around the block so that the felon would think he ran away, but then tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't you know? Lightning doesn't strike the same spot twice. Your bad."

Barry brought his knee into his opponents stomach as he turned around.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I spent two hours discussing Maroni's case and all I have for it is a pounding headache. As I head home I start to look forward to that vacation Gilda and I agreed to take after I finish the case. I walk into the house and sit in my favorite chair with a heavy sigh.

Gilda - "Tough day?"

"Just very aggravating, but I'll deal with it."

Gilda - "Just relax for the rest of the day ok."

She leans down and kisses me deeply and than heads into the kitchen to grab somthing to eat.

Gilda - "Oh you got a package today."

"What is it?"

Gilda - "I don't know I didn't open it, its sitting here on the table."

I get open and head over to the kitchen table where the package is sitting, I sit down at the table and open it. I only had enough time to see the large chunk of plasic explosive with a detonator straped onto it.

"Gilda! Ru......."

Than everything goes black.