The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[twylight]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

I raise an eyebrow.

...Wow. That got me absolutely nowhere. Guess this will be harder than originally thought. I swish my glass, lightly, pretending I'm somewhat out of it. I smile.

"So... You're new around here, I take it?"

...That sounded extremely arrogant. As if I was fully expecting her to know who I am, despite the possibility of her not knowing being... well, a possibility.

It sounded good enough, then...

I watched the bartender make my drink, he handed it to me and I spun around, placing my elbows behind me on the counter, I took a sip of my drink.

Jeez..this guy's a real ***. I smile and decide to have a little fun. I can see Helena practically giving me a thumbs up in her smile as she glances over from another corner.
So this is what it feels like to rub elbows with the rich and powerful, and this is how it feels like to be forced into thinking that life begins and ends with such people as well. My face goes serious for a second before I look at him.

"No actually, I was born and raised here." I say, tilting my head and smiling at him as I take a sip from my straw.

 

[Red]

I’m seating in a boardroom right now, listening to some ingrate trying to convince me to not liquidate his branch of LexCorp. He shows me more charts and continues to utter in vain.

“As you can see Mr. Luthor we have been able to boost profits 15 % this year.”

I raise my hand and stop his excuses. I can see the fear in his eyes, the sweat dripping down his forehead. I get up from my seat without saying a word and stride over to the window. I stretch my hands out onto the ledge.

“Do you know what the secret to living happily ever after is...?” I pause for a moment waiting for the grunt to tell me his name.

“Steven Sir.”

“Power! Money...and power. Since when you have those two things, you can secure everything else. And keep it that way.”

“What, what are you saying?”

“Your branch is underperforming and I don’t tolerate weakness Steven. I’ll let you have the honors of dismissing your employees.”

“What, but don’t you care? They have families. We have improved by 15%.”

“Your failure would spread like cancer, and I can’t allow that. Now get out of my sight.” I turn my head and look him straight in the eye. My eyes tighten. He takes his boards and leaves the room. I think he got the hint.

I hear my cell phone ringing, I stride over to the table and place at my ear “Mr. Luthor…its Edge, we need to talk about the…”

I quickly interrupt the imbecile “I told you not to call me here. Ever.”

“But…”

“No excuses. If you ever call me here again, they will be selling your corpse for dog meat. Got it?”

He pauses, probably thinking of something to say and snivel at my feet like a dog. “Yes Mr. Luthor.” I can hear the fear in his voice. “But, but it’s about the Kasnians and the Lexoskel.”

I stroke my hand gently down my chin “Dockside 12:00pm” I order and press the button my cell phone ending the call before he can answer. What could they want now? They have already seen the simulation, so close to the deal what could they want?

I reach into my shirt pocket and pull out my bottle of pills. I slam them on the table, unscrew the top and place two pills in my palm. As I raise my hand, I catch it shacking I, I can’t stop it. I quickly the drop two pills into my mouth. I screw the lid back on, and place the bottle back in my pocket and raise my hand to my eyes, it’s settling. I clench my fist, and then straighten my tie. Now to see what kind of mess Edge as made.

 

[Batman]

I watched the bartender make my drink, he handed it to me and I spun around, placing my elbows behind me on the counter, I took a sip of my drink.

Jeez..this guy's a real ***. I smile and decide to have a little fun. I can see Helena practically giving me a thumbs up in her smile as she glances over from another corner.
So this is what it feels like to rub elbows with the rich and powerful, and this is how it feels like to be forced into thinking that life begins and ends with such people as well. My face goes serious for a second before I look at him.

"No actually, I was born and raised here." I say, tilting my head and smiling at him as I take a sip from my straw.

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

Well, at least she's talking to me.

I give a nervous smile. I assumed she was new in town because I had never seen her in these circles... I had never taken into account that maybe she simply didn't travel in these circles until now. Of course, being that I was raised into a family of practical royalty... I guess I am a little biased, on that end.

I smirk.

"Ah. My mistake."

I take another sip. Well, what is, in actuality, another sip. It looks as if I'm doing my best to scarf the entire thing down. I still don't know who this woman is.

...Of course, considering she may not know who I am (or care, for that matter), there really isn't that much persuading her to tell me.

"Oh, how rude of me... I forgot my introduction... I'm Bruce Wayne.", I say, flashing a smile in her direction.

I don't know why... But... I'm actually becoming focused on something else, rather than the possibility of The Scarecrow or Freeze showing up.

...And considering I'm not, infact, single... That isn't right. But my body doesn't seem willing to listen, as I continue the conversation.

"Perhaps you've heard of me?"

 

[twylight]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

Well, at least she's talking to me.

I give a nervous smile. I assumed she was new in town because I had never seen her in these circles... I had never taken into account that maybe she simply didn't travel in these circles until now. Of course, being that I was raised into a family of practical royalty... I guess I am a little biased, on that end.

I smirk.

"Ah. My mistake."

I take another sip. Well, what is, in actuality, another sip. It looks as if I'm doing my best to scarf the entire thing down. I still don't know who this woman is.

...Of course, considering she may not know who I am (or care, for that matter), there really isn't that much persuading her to tell me.

"Oh, how rude of me... I forgot my introduction... I'm Bruce Wayne.", I say, flashing a smile in her direction.

I don't know why... But... I'm actually becoming focused on something else, rather than the possibility of The Scarecrow or Freeze showing up.

...And considering I'm not, infact, single... That isn't right. But my body doesn't seem willing to listen, as I continue the conversation.

"Perhaps you've heard of me?"

I smile broadly. Fina-lly the dude 'gets' it. Sheesh took him long enough. True he was practically Gotham City's crowned prince but humilty doesn't hurt. Does it?
He actually looks bored....

I finally feel like the game is over and I can, somewhat, be myself

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Wayne. I'm Dinah Lance"

I hold my hand out. Probably not the way things are done in this circle, however you can judge a person by their handshake. Why do you think Police and PI's do it all the time?


He grasps my hand and I'm suprised at how firm it is. It starts strong and then wanes as if he's holding something back. I look him in the eyes as I do, he has really blue eyes. Really pretty blue eyes.
Oh, right. I blush slightly. He's 'taken'. I reclaim my hand and take another sip of my drink. I ignore his comment about hearing about him and mentally roll my eyes. He expects me to answer that question? What he thinks I live under a rock? All I wanted was a simple "Hey, I'm Bruce Wayne, you are?"

Instead I get a lovely little dance of society. I don't know how Helena handles it.


"Where is the intrepid Ms. Vale tonight?" I ask trying to keep the mood light.

 

[Batman]

I smile broadly. Fina-lly the dude 'gets' it. Sheesh took him long enough. True he was practically Gotham City's crowned prince but humilty doesn't hurt. Does it?
He actually looks bored....

I finally feel like the game is over and I can, somewhat, be myself

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Wayne. I'm Dinah Lance"

I hold my hand out. Probably not the way things are done in this circle, however you can judge a person by their handshake. Why do you think Police and PI's do it all the time?


He grasps my hand and I'm suprised at how firm it is. It starts strong and then wanes as if he's holding something back. I look him in the eyes as I do, he has really blue eyes. Really pretty blue eyes.
Oh, right. I blush slightly. He's 'taken'. I reclaim my hand and take another sip of my drink. I ignore his comment about hearing about him and mentally roll my eyes. He expects me to answer that question? What he thinks I live under a rock? All I wanted was a simple "Hey, I'm Bruce Wayne, you are?"

Instead I get a lovely little dance of society. I don't know how Helena handles it.


"Where is the intrepid Ms. Vale tonight?" I ask trying to keep the mood light.

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

Oh. Great. That question. Least I've got an alibi, now...

And I can't say something different, really. If she meets with Oswald Cobblepot, and mentions it, they'll both know I'm stretching the truth. And I can't let that on... Considering it would only lead to suspicion. Suspicion would lead to, naturally, the question of what I really do in my spare time...

I smirk.

"Ski-Trip. She took a bad fall. At least, that's what the paremedics told me, when I eventually felt like going up the slope. She's at home, resting. I'd stay there with her... but, I'm sure you know how it is. Incredibly boring, sitting at home, doing nothing...", I say, taking another sip.

...At this point, Even I'm beginning to hate Bruce Wayne. And I am Bruce Wayne. If I wasn't aware of this being an act, I'd punch myself for seeming so... careless, about Vicki.

And I do care about her. I want to be there with her more than anything... But... She was actually the one who wanted me here.

I stop.

Wait a minute... Lance? That name... It sounds familiar, strangely. I don't remember where I've heard it... And I know it wasn't recently... Probably when I was younger.

...

TED. Ted Grant... The WildCat. He had friends that would stop by our training area, every once and awhile. I remember hearing names in their converstations, even at my young age... "Garrick", "JSA"... Lance...

I look at Dinah. There's no way someone of her age and someone willing to go into this circle could be connected to Grant.

Of course... I'm one to talk... But I have an excuse. I'm hiding secret identity, of sorts.

I begin the smile, again. Can't lose the facade...

"So... Do you travel in these circles often, Ms... Lance, was it?"

 

[twylight]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

Oh. Great. That question. Least I've got an alibi, now...

And I can't say something different, really. If she meets with Oswald Cobblepot, and mentions it, they'll both know I'm stretching the truth. And I can't let that on... Considering it would only lead to suspicion. Suspicion would lead to, naturally, the question of what I really do in my spare time...

I smirk.

"Ski-Trip. She took a bad fall. At least, that's what the paremedics told me, when I eventually felt like going up the slope. She's at home, resting. I'd stay there with her... but, I'm sure you know how it is. Incredibly boring, sitting at home, doing nothing...", I say, taking another sip.

...At this point, Even I'm beginning to hate Bruce Wayne. And I am Bruce Wayne. If I wasn't aware of this being an act, I'd punch myself for seeming so... careless, about Vicki.

And I do care about her. I want to be there with her more than anything... But... She was actually the one who wanted me here.

I stop.

Wait a minute... Lance? That name... It sounds familiar, strangely. I don't remember where I've heard it... And I know it wasn't recently... Probably when I was younger.

...

TED. Ted Grant... The WildCat. He had friends that would stop by our training area, every once and awhile. I remember hearing names in their converstations, even at my young age... "Garrick", "JSA"... Lance...

I look at Dinah. There's no way someone of her age and someone willing to go into this circle could be connected to Grant.

Of course... I'm one to talk... But I have an excuse. I'm hiding secret identity, of sorts.

I begin the smile, again. Can't lose the facade...

"So... Do you travel in these circles often, Ms... Lance, was it?"

Ski-Trip?

That sounds so...British Royal Family. Don't be suspicious Dinah, he's probably telling the truth. Why would he lie about his girlfriend?

"I hope she recuperates quickly. She's one of the few investigative reporters I have any respect for these days."

He looks like he's deep in thought. I wonder what that's about.

But he seems to slip back into it soon enough.
'Slip back into it', even my sub-concious seem to think this is all fake. It makes sense I guess. If you're really you when your as famous as he is, it might wear on you. However a showy facade for parties might be the only way to stay sane.

I shake my head.
"No. my soon to be Sister-In-Law invited me. I'm a Private Investigator so I'm rarely anywhere fancier than a diner." I say, slightly downplaying myself, curious to see how he'll react to the 'lower' class of Gotham.

 

[Batman]

Ski-Trip?

That sounds so...British Royal Family. Don't be suspicious Dinah, he's probably telling the truth. Why would he lie about his girlfriend?

"I hope she recuperates quickly. She's one of the few investigative reporters I have any respect for these days."

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

He looks like he's deep in thought. I wonder what that's about.

But he seems to slip back into it soon enough.
'Slip back into it', even my sub-concious seem to think this is all fake. It makes sense I guess. If you're really you when your as famous as he is, it might wear on you. However a showy facade for parties might be the only way to stay sane.

I shake my head.
"No. my soon to be Sister-In-Law invited me. I'm a Private Investigator so I'm rarely anywhere fancier than a diner." I say, slightly downplaying myself, curious to see how he'll react to the 'lower' class of Gotham.

It's hard to believe that there are actually people in the world who can stay away from all of this. They seem to draw so many people in, it seems almost impossible... especially if you're not homeless.

In some ways, I respect that. If I weren't apart of a rich family legacy that was left behind, I'd do the same. These events are alot more dull than when I described sitting at home, in all honesty...

I still can't shake the feeling that she could be connected to the Lance name that was mentioned by Ted and his pals. And JSA... That too sounds familiar. Once I get home, I'll have to do some research with that...

I smirk.

"Well, I commend you. Personally, though, I don't know how you could stay away from something as luxiourious as these events. Attending these galas and charities, they're pratically my life..."

And that, is officially, the biggest lie I've told tonight. This life? It's nothing like mine. You can't find tragedy and vengeance in these circles. Only snobs and wealth.

I notice the young woman in the red dress looking over at us. When she spots me noticing her, she blushes slightly, before looking away, pretending she never saw me.

I look over at Dinah.

"Your soon to be Sister-In-Law, I'm guessing? She's quite the looker...", I say, sounding rather... sleazy, at best.

I still hope to god this is over soon. It's getting duller by the moment... Even with Ms. Lance's company...

 

[Sentry2005]

<Detective Guy Gardner>

GOTHAM CITY:

I feel cold water on my face.

“…wh…what’s… goin….going.. on?” I ask in a groggy voice.

“Ah, the good detective is awake.”

I open my eyes… what little light is in the room sends pain shooting down my retinas. My head is throbbing like… like… like a big throbbing thing. Guess that strike to the head affected my inner-monologue.

I can feel my hands are binded, and are attached to a chain that is suspending me, keeping me from falling into a little ball on the ground.

“Sionis…”

“Shh Mr. Gardner, wouldn’t want you taxing that fragile head of yours,”

I look at him. “S…son ova…”

“Now there’s no need for profanities,” He stands up and walks behind me. “Now, Mr Gardner, you seem to think that you have some evidence that would allow you to try and confront me in the manner that so spectacularly failed, and I’m incredibly curious as to what that is,”

I don’t speak, I just stair at the big man in front of me. It’s not the one who clocked me, he was skinnier.

“Don’t worry Detective, I can assure you we quite like taddle tails here. Now why don’t you tell me what has made you think you can bring me in… was it an associate of mine?”

He walks back in front of me. “And by that I mean claimed associate of course…”

He ponders for a while, muttering to himself. “Now who’s recently returned to our fair Gotham, who’s recently turned up that would give you enough evidence to try and bring me down… it’d have to be someone that the rest of the force had given up on catching… someone that a new man on the beat would want to impress with…”

He clicks his fingers. “I got it boys!”

He comes close to me. “It was Tommy the Shark wasn’t it?”

I don’t answer.

“Oh, well I hope that’s not your only lead, because a corpse is so useless at dispensing information,”

I look up at him, my mouth slightly slack.

“Oh, shocked look… yes, I’m afraid he’s now dead. For good.”

As he walks around again, he pulls on the chain holding me up, and forces me into a standing position.

“Now, What you need to understand Mr Gardner, is that there is an order in this city. And that order stands as such; People answer to the local government, and they answer to Carmine Falcone. But that order is changing. There’s a confrontation coming, between me and the Roman. And when that happens, anyone who has pissed me off is going to get what is coming to them. You have become an unfortunate man Mr Gardner… you have pissed me off. Now, I can’t be dealing with a dead cop at this point in time, so you have a reprieve. But let me tell you this, as much as the Roman has his men inside the GCPD, so do I. And they will tell me if you’re being a bad boy or not. So, if you start playing ball, maybe you’ll get a longer reprieve. But make no mistake, you are a marked man. You are the walking dead. And you’re going down,”

I look at him as he pauses from his speech.

“Boys, give Mr Gardner a lesson, and then take him back to the station… make a symbol out of him… anyone crosses Roman Sionis makes an enemy of the Black Mask gang,”

The five men all gather round, and suddenly the pain in my head is the smallest of the pain in my body…

 

[twylight]

It's hard to believe that there are actually people in the world who can stay away from all of this. They seem to draw so many people in, it seems almost impossible... especially if you're not homeless.

In some ways, I respect that. If I weren't apart of a rich family legacy that was left behind, I'd do the same. These events are alot more dull than when I described sitting at home, in all honesty...

I still can't shake the feeling that she could be connected to the Lance name that was mentioned by Ted and his pals. And JSA... That too sounds familiar. Once I get home, I'll have to do some research with that...

I smirk.

"Well, I commend you. Personally, though, I don't know how you could stay away from something as luxiourious as these events. Attending these galas and charities, they're pratically my life..."

And that, is officially, the biggest lie I've told tonight. This life? It's nothing like mine. You can't find tragedy and vengeance in these circles. Only snobs and wealth.

I notice the young woman in the red dress looking over at us. When she spots me noticing her, she blushes slightly, before looking away, pretending she never saw me.

I look over at Dinah.

"Your soon to be Sister-In-Law, I'm guessing? She's quite the looker...", I say, sounding rather... sleazy, at best.

I still hope to god this is over soon. It's getting duller by the moment... Even with Ms. Lance's company...

I sigh inwardly. It started with such promise, but the man was a limp rag. I slowly sip my drink, his words falling on my ear, sounding tinny and far off.
I need to contact Isley, I hope she's alright. Geez, I am not going to want to meet Loeb in a back alley anytime soon. Even though I could probably take her. I smile to myself at the thought.

I glance over to the side and see Jason staring at us. I smile and give him a wink recieving one back, it feels like a whiff of fresh air.

I stir my straw around idly in my glass.

"Yes, she is. She's marrying my older brother Josh next year." I say absently.

The guy was supposed to be a sparkling bright man. He’s just dull and dry to me.
But then, I’m used to the likes of Harv and Slam.

I start at a faint sound from the hallway. It sounds like a gun shot.

“Excuse me.”

I place my half-empty glass on the bar and walk quickly to the door, weaving in and out of the crowd. It was a gunshot. I’d lived in Gotham all my life, there was no mistaking the sound and my natural instinct was to run towards it.

“Dinah?” I could hear Helena ask as I walked quickly past her.

*SLAM*


The doors to the room swing open and a man steps in with goons on each side. I pause, my right foot on the first step. He’s wearing a costume like a ….scarecrow…and here I am...right….smack….dab…in front of him.


*BAM*

I duck instinctively at the sound of the gunfire and move to the side. The man jumps on a nearby table

"The rich and powerful of Gotham there is one thing wrong with you. A giant problem that I intend to fix. None of you having nothing to fear. Every day you just throw money at the problems blocking fear with your money." he takes out a item from his pack. "In here is your greatest fear. Unleashing whatever is inside here will make you fear again. Money will not stop me I demand something else I want the head of Batman!"

Oh…..****

 

[Batman]

I sigh inwardly. It started with such promise, but the man was a limp rag. I slowly sip my drink, his words falling on my ear, sounding tinny and far off.
I need to contact Isley, I hope she's alright. Geez, I am not going to want to meet Loeb in a back alley anytime soon. Even though I could probably take her. I smile to myself at the thought.

I glance over to the side and see Jason staring at us. I smile and give him a wink recieving one back, it feels like a whiff of fresh air.

I stir my straw around idly in my glass.

"Yes, she is. She's marrying my older brother Josh next year." I say absently.

The guy was supposed to be a sparkling bright man. He&#8217;s just dull and dry to me.
But then, I&#8217;m used to the likes of Harv and Slam.

I start at a faint sound from the hallway. It sounds like a gun shot.

&#8220;Excuse me.&#8221;

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

I stop smiling as she leaves. Did I scare her off? Well... bore her off, anyway?

While I didn't want to let her meet the real me... I didn't mean to do that. I was actually enjoying the compa-

*BLAM*

...

I immediatley recognise the sound. It's too familiar. Imbedded into my brain like some bad nightmare that just won't go away. A gunshot. But this one came from outside...

The room goes silent as...

Scarecrow goes into the large room full of guest. One of the men fires his gun into the air and the crowd goes deathly silent. Scarecrow jumps ontop one of the tables and looks around the room.

"The rich and powerful of Gotham there is one thing wrong with you. A giant problem that I intend to fix. None of you having nothing to fear. Every day you just throw money at the problems blocking fear with your money." he takes out a item from his pack. "In here is your greatest fear. Unleashing whatever is inside here will make you fear again. Money will not stop me I demand something else I want the head of Batman!"

My eyes widen. I was... right. He's here. Just like I suspected... His ego would've never let him pass the chance.

I look around the room. If the police have time to interfere, this could easily turn into a hostage situation. Worse than the one currently happening.

I look to see Ms. Lance and her upcoming Sister-In-Law focused on the situation. Considering she was the last one to see me, She's the only one I'm worried about seeing this...

I look around, before diving under a table. I then take out a radio tranciever that I made sure to pack in my vest pocket. Quietly, I whisper...

"Alfred."

"I'm aware, sir. The minute I saw them exit their vehicle, I was sure you'd be calling."

"Need you to pull the car to the back entrance. I'm going to have to make this as swift as possible. Get the suit ready."

"Right then, Master Bruce..."

I peek from under the tablecloth to see The Scarecrow and his men still in the room. They could hurt someone. No... They could poison someone. And I don't know if I have enough anti-toxin to supply for the entire room...

I dive through the tablecloth, making my way under another table, before crawling into another hallway. Then... I run like hell up the stairs to the next level of the building. I shouldn't be spotted, but if I am... which I doubt... there's little chance they'll be able to prevent my escape.

I make my way into another room, before shutting and locking the door behind me, and making my way to the window. I open it, crawl out, and look down, to see the limo. I leap, grabbing ahold of the fire escape as I do, and slide down the side of it, before landing. I turn to the limo, taking off my coat as I do, and get in.

Alfred does crossword puzzles in the front.

"I know this is an inoppprotuned time, but... What would be a four letter word associated with weddings and important events?", He asks.

"Suit.", I say, spotting the costume next to me. I immediatley begin unbuttoning my shirt, while slapping on the armor, at the same time.

"Ah, yes. You above all would be an expert in that area, naturally..."

I ignore his comments as I delve deeper into the suit.

Well... I guess, If I'm to let the world know of my existance... The moment is better used protecting those people in there than being interviewed in jail.

God, I'm going to need an asprin, after this...

 

[Sentry2005]

<Jim Gordon>

Well, one thing’s for sure, night shifts aren’t boring. Guy’s out there following leads on a case we’d all thought dead and buried, and now we have a situation at the Cobblepot party. I grab a shotgun, and round up all the available detectives, which is basically me, Bullock, and Slam and a few uniformed officers. I’m just lucky Slam and Bullock got back a few minutes ago, other wise it would be me and the uniforms.

“Alright guys, we get there we wait outside and make a plan on how to get in there!”

“And no screwing this up… my friends in there!” Bullock yells after me.

We race down the stairs and burst through the front doors, and then we see it. On the steps.

“Good God…” I mutter.

“Is that mess Gardner?” Bullock asks.

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<Detective Guy Gardner>

I hear the guys as they emerge from the station. They’re headed somewhere. Something must be going down. My ribs are cracked, my face pounded in, and blood everywhere. This night started out so promising. Now it’s gone dramatically down hill.

I really do wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. What kind of city is this, what kind of scum of humanity can be in power here for a detective to get beaten half to death and then dumped in front of the GCPD station?

I hear Jim as he leans over me.

“Guy,” He puts a hand on my chest and it feels like a tone of bricks. “Don’t move… Slam, call a God damned ambulance!”

Bullock looks over me. “Jesus… who’s the kid been messing with?”

“He called in an arrest of someone linked to… what was the name… Sionis I think,”

“Who’d he get?”

“Some guy named--”

“Lieutenant! Lieutenant! That guy Gardner sent us to pick up…” A young officer comes running from the station.

“What is it?”

“We just found him dead in his cell… wrists slit,”

“Suicide?” Bullock chips in.

Slam comes over from talking to another officer. “Well, if it was, he really wanted it to hurt, cos he broke his own fingers at the same time,”

Gordon puts his head in his hands. “God damned city…”

Gordon stands up, and looks over to Slam. “Slam, stay with Gardner until the ambulance comes. I want you with him all the way, and make sure no one tries anything at the hospital!”

“Jim, my friends in there too!” Slam replies.

“And we’ve got one of our own here, and he’s the target of something out of our hands,” Gordon snaps back. I want to yell at them to just go, that I can take care of myself, but… well, at the moment it’s a miracle I can breath. “Us three will be there, that will be enough,”

Slam grits his teeth and accepts Gordon’s decision. I think mainly due to the fact that he’s the officer in charge tonight.

I hear Gordon, Bullock and Bard head off in cars, while Slam kneels over me, telling me I’ll be ok. Guy doesn’t know me, but he’s still here. Maybe there is some good left in this city.

Roman Sionis. Carmine Falcone. This city has some bad elements, but there’s a foundation here, something to try and build the good back.

With that thought I fall into unconsciousness again…

 

[Sentry2005]

EDIT: DOUBLE POST (sorry)

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

First thing to focus on is disarming the thugs. The sooner they're vulnerable, the bigger the chances of these hostages surviving become. I make my way to the rooftop, looking down at the ballroom through the skylight. He's cornered them into an area. I look at an unpopulated area below me, save for a few of Scarecrow's goons.

My point of entrance awaits...

Taking out some Batarangs for good measure, I leap through the glass, shattering it under my boots as I spread my cape, flying through the air above them. I can hear several screams as I flip, mid-air, and send the batarangs flying towards my selected targets, disarming them.

I land on a table, and immediatley spin, kicking one of them across the face and sending him flying into another one. I then jump from the table, grabbing two of them by the head, and slam them together. I then use their still standing bodies to flip over them, landing on another table. My cape falls to my sides as I face the Scarecrow.

"I believe you requested my prescence."

Without hesitation, I ready two Batarangs in my palms, spreading my cape behind me to allow movement.

This madman will pay for what he's done... For all he's done.... Tonight.

"This madness, Scarecrow? It ends here. NOW."

 

[Watchman]

(IC: Batman)

First thing to focus on is disarming the thugs. The sooner they're vulnerable, the bigger the chances of these hostages surviving become. I make my way to the rooftop, looking down at the ballroom through the skylight. He's cornered them into an area. I look at an unpopulated area below me, save for a few of Scarecrow's goons.

My point of entrance awaits...

Taking out some Batarangs for good measure, I leap through the glass, shattering it under my boots as I spread my cape, flying through the air above them. I can hear several screams as I flip, mid-air, and send the batarangs flying towards my selected targets, disarming them.

I land on a table, and immediatley spin, kicking one of them across the face and sending him flying into another one. I then jump from the table, grabbing two of them by the head, and slam them together. I then use their still standing bodies to flip over them, landing on another table. My cape falls to my sides as I face the Scarecrow.

"I believe you requested my prescence."

Without hesitation, I ready two Batarangs in my palms, spreading my cape behind me to allow movement.

This madman will pay for what he's done... For all he's done.... Tonight.

"This madness, Scarecrow? It ends here. NOW."

"End? The madness has just begun!" he throws the fear pack at Batman and jumps off the table. He notice some of the men getting up. "Kill him!" they walk toward the him. He picks up one of the machine guns. He looks around and sees Dinah Lance. He grabs her by the wrist and points the machine gun at her.

"You're coming with me my pretty" he starts to pull "Don't be afraid"

 

[Batman]

"End? The madness has just begun!" he throws the fear pack at Batman and jumps off the table. He notice some of the men getting up. "Kill him!" they walk toward the him. He picks up one of the machine guns.

(IC: Batman)

I immediatley grab the pack of toxin before it can hit the ground. Pulling out the grapnel launcher (A new 'toy', by the way) from my belt, I attach the pack to the hook, before firing it up and out of the building. That should take care of the fear toxin, even if momentarily. I'm sure he has more.

I turn and grit my teeth as the thugs come towards me. One grabs what looks like a tossed umbrella from the ground. Great... I have something else to thank Cobblepot for... Besides insulting Vicki and Bruce Wayne at the same time...

The big man swings the umbrella at me. I spin, dodging it, and grabbing the umbrella. His eyes widen as I slam the handle into his face, and sweep kick him.

I turn, seeing another coming towards me. This one swings a punch. Typical, really. Gotham City criminals have little to no variety, so I've come to learn. I duck, letting the fist hit a table. Then, I grab his arm, pull, and knee him in the gut. He kneels over, as expected. I use the opprotunity to send a fierce elbow to the back of his neck, flipping him over my knee and slamming him into a table, breaking it like it were a twig.

I spin, seeing another few coming towards me. I start to attack, when...

He picks up one of the machine guns. He looks around and sees Dinah Lance. He grabs her by the wrist and points the machine gun at her.

"You're coming with me my pretty" he starts to pull "Don't be afraid"

The eyes widen, under the cowl. Damn it.

Dinah...

As I see him pull on her arm, I'm hit across the face by one of the thugs.

STUPID. IDIOTIC. I should've stayed focused...

I'm hit again, which sends me flipping over a table. I land on my feet, grab the table, and ram it into the thug, punching him in the face as he's flipped towards me. I smirk to myself, for one, tiny second. There's that feeling. The feeling of one's nose shattering under my fist.

I turn, seeing 'red dress' being cornered by one of them. I leap, and tackle him, throwing him into a stack of champaigne glasses. I look at her.

"Run. Get as far away from this place as you can, and call the police immediatley."

“But... Dinah... She... My Sister-In-Law, She-”

I turn around, glancing at her.

"I'll handle it. GO."

The minute I turn around, I can see more thugs coming towards me.

...Okay. Even I have to admit, I may have spoke way too soon...

I take out more Batarangs from my belt, and hold them up, threateningly.

"Next?"

 

[Karem-Knight]

Gotham City,

My city, Gotham City ah what a town. I’m in my limo with my tailor made silk suit from my good friend Tommy in New York. Eh and my Nephew are coming from Chicago. To bad Alberto my dear son couldn’t make it. Eh at least he’s not the ***** f*** I thought him to be.

I take a zip of the wine, AH Vito do you ever not surprise me with your wine.

“Hey, Luigi.” I say to me dear friend, my chaffer.

“Yes Don Falcone.”

“How much longer?”

“About ah cinco minoutos”

“Ta bein”

I take a zip of the wine, but then I notice two people in white tribal masks come out the apartment, OH CRAP!
“LUIGI! QUICKLY!”

He grabs the shot gun, but they soon whack Luigi! OH CRAP LUIGI! I crawl over there, They keep thinking there wise guys.

“Roman Sionis says HI!” one of them says, I get the shot gun and crawl over there I’m on the Trunk I aim carefully and blast the one of the left’s head off, a bit mess but hey.

The other one looks over stunned I run over there, AUI, My shoe’s get dirty but I hit him across the head and he falls down.

Not knocked out. I keep kicking him until he stops screaming but still wasting air. I get his body across, and put him in the trunk of my Limo. Oh God, The front doors the windows. OH NO Luigi.

I get my cell phone, and phone Milos

“Hello, yeah get here will ya and make sure you bring that nice car I gave ya huh gramps?

“Yeah sure where are ya?”

“errrr, Near the airport, Luigi got whacked and I got some wise guy in the trunk who’s not dead. I wanna show this guy who called the hit we mean business.”

“Ok which road did ya take?”

“Got ham Bridge route, then we turned and went past Mario’s place”

“Ah right see ya there.”

“Oh right see ya later”

A good thing about this town is that no one noticed. ARRGHH I love Gotham.

 

[twylight]

"End? The madness has just begun!" he throws the fear pack at Batman and jumps off the table. He notice some of the men getting up. "Kill him!" they walk toward the him. He picks up one of the machine guns. He looks around and sees Dinah Lance. He grabs her by the wrist and points the machine gun at her.

"You're coming with me my pretty" he starts to pull "Don't be afraid"

Everything fast forwarded. Suddenly there were men leaping all over and the Batman came in, I stepped aside and watched him carefully, his moves, his cadence his...

"Ooof" I say as the Scarecrow grabs me

"You're coming with me my pretty" he starts to pull "Don't be afraid"

...way to stand around and be useless. I can see Jason in the corner his gun raised he comes races towards me.

"Jason! NO!" I jump as a shot rings out and Jason crumbles to the floor. I look around, where did it come from?

I feel the mans grip tighten around my wrist. Looking down I stomp his foot with my high heel, swipping the gun away I twist away from him.

Looking around I can see Helena dissappearing through a door. Smart girl. I race following her, trying to pull people out.

"Go! Go! Get out!" I feel like a firefighter.

Where are the police? Bard is down and was pulled out of the way by a security guard, now all I have to deal with is myself..and that guy in black. My eyes go wide.

A group of henchmen are advancing on him. I look around....Pulling a table cloth off the table I throw it over two of them, kicking them from behind.

 

[Watchman]

Scarecrow holds his foot in pain. This couldn't stop he was going to kill the Batman. He grabs the knife off a table and heads towards Batman but notices the woman who got embarrassed him. He was going to make her scream. He was going to make her fear. He made his way closer and closer to the group where Batman was fighting his men. He rasies both hands.

"EVERYBODY SCREAM!" he yells out and gas pours out engulfing the group. He turns his back and runs for the elevator. He presses the up button and gets inside it. Before he leaves he yells toward Batman. "Come get me Batman. How Brave are you? Can you overcome your fear?" he pressed the top floor and the elevator doors close. The doors open up and he gets out. Tenth floor, pitch black and plenty of places to hide. He ducks in some shadows and waits for his prey.

 

[Batman]

Everything fast forwarded. Suddenly there were men leaping all over and the Batman came in, I stepped aside and watched him carefully, his moves, his cadence his...

"Ooof" I say as the Scarecrow grabs me

"You're coming with me my pretty" he starts to pull "Don't be afraid"

...way to stand around and be useless. I can see Jason in the corner his gun raised he comes races towards me.

"Jason! NO!" I jump as a shot rings out and Jason crumbles to the floor. I look around, where did it come from?

I feel the mans grip tighten around my waist. Looking down I stomp his foot with my high heel, swipping the gun away I twist away from him.

Looking around I can see Helena dissappearing through a door. Smart girl. I race following her, trying to pull people out.

"Go! Go! Get out!" I feel like a firefighter.

Where are the police? Bard is down and was pulled out of the way by a security guard, now all I have to deal with is myself..and that guy in black. My eyes go wide.

A group of henchmen are advancing on him. I look around....Pulling a table cloth off the table I throw it over two of them, kicking them from behind.

(IC: Batman)

...

That, I didn't expect. Not only that... But the action doesn't help my denial that she's connected to Ted Grant. Either way, that doesn't really matter right now...

With the two she's taken out gone, that leaves four for me. Two armed (Well, re-armed, truth be told), one bigger, and the other just waiting to get taken out. Guess I should take my advice from earlier...

'It'd be best not to disappoint them'

I spin, With the blades of the Batarangs sticking out between my fingers, as I slice one across the arm, making him drop the gun. I then grab his arm, pull him, and kick him directly up the chin, making him tumble back into the other armed one.

Sending a jab to the oncoming one's neck, I push off of his shoulders, flipping into the air as I stomp onto the other, weaker one's head. Upon landing, I hurl my wrist up just in time to block an oncoming attack. I send a roundhouse punch to the attacker, before spinning, and hitting the other one with the lead-weighted tips of my cape.

That leaves... two. The weaker one, and the one that I knocked the armed one into, who's just getting up. The weaker one swings. I grab it. A moment passes, before a cracking can be heard. The thug screams in pain, pulling his arm back. I grab him by the collar of his shirt, and throw him into a table, breaking it.

... Note to self. Pay for that.

I've turned my back to the other one, but... I can already sense his presence behind me. (Well, okay, he's breathing hard. I'm still only human...)

I let my fist fly back, as it connects to his face, behind me. I didn't even have to look at him. Instead, all I do is listen as a loud sound is heard behind me, signifying that the thug fell to the ground, out cold.

I turn to The Scarecrow, who's the only one left, of his gang.

"I'd suggest surrender, at this point. Because one way or another, you're waking up tommorow in a cell at Arkham."

"EVERYBODY SCREAM!" he yells out and gas pours out engulfing the group. He turns his back and runs for the elevator. He presses the up button and gets inside it. Before he leaves he yells toward Batman. "Come get me Batman. How Brave are you? Can you overcome your fear?" he pressed the top floor and the elevator doors close. The doors open up and he gets out. Tenth floor, pitch black and plenty of places to hide. He ducks in some shadows and waits for his prey.

I spread my cape out, fully expecting to succumb to the gas. As I begin to cough... I notice something. I'm not. I haven't hallucinated. The anti-toxin officially works.

I then look over at Dinah Lance, who's been caught in this. I look towards the direction of The Scarecrow, as he runs for the elevator. No. I can't let him get away again. He has to be stopped... But... Dinah. She's been exposed to the toxin...

I reach into my belt, still coughing, and walk over to her.

"Here... Take this. Inoculate yourself and the thugs... It's the only way. Trust me..."

I put the vial in her hand, before running off towards the stairs. We're on the bottom floor. If Scarecrow wants to make an exit, He's going to have to do it at the very top... The Tenth. I take my grapnel, and fire, upwards, before swinging up to the top floor. Jumping from the cable as I make it to the ceiling, I run into a dark area.

He's here. I can tell... The aroma of the gas is evident.

"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I FEAR, SCARECROW? I'LL TELL YOU! I'M AFRAID OF LETTING YOU BACK OUT THERE TO HARM SOMEONE ELSE!"

I take out another set of Batarangs.

"So I'm not. You're going to jail."

 

[Watchman]

He moves around the room very silently. He was very nimble and moved around very quick not giving Batman any hint to his location. He moves until he finds a suitible position to attack. He takes the knife out and raises it. He leaps into the air crashing into Batman. He starts to bring the knife down but Batman holds his hand back.

"I'm going to make you scream Batman. Make you scream until your final breath. Then after that I'm going to finish off that woman and after that everyone else in Gotham will know what fear is" he slips his hand around his neck and begins to squeeze.

 

[Batman]

He moves around the room very silently. He was very nimble and moved around very quick not giving Batman any hint to his location. He moves until he finds a suitible position to attack. He takes the knife out and raises it. He leaps into the air crashing into Batman. He starts to bring the knife down but Batman holds his hand back.

"I'm going to make you scream Batman. Make you scream until your final breath. Then after that I'm going to finish off that woman and after that everyone else in Gotham will know what fear is" he slips his hand around his neck and begins to squeeze.

(IC: Batman)

He's stronger than he appears. Not much, but enough to keep me down, for the time being. I'm actually struggling. His words only enter my brain seconds later, as He threatens Vicki. And Gotham.

...And that's when I lose grip. The Scarecrow's knife plunges at me, hitting me in the chest, when...

*SNAP*

The blade snaps. I watch as the knife handle and the blade become two parts, as it hits the symbol on my chest. My armor... Of course... The multi-weave. It was built to stop a knife, aswell as long range shots... I never needed to protect myself at all. In the end, the suit did it for me...

I use the opprotunity to kick The Scarecrow in the stomach, as we roll across the floor. His grip on my neck stays the same. Damn it... If he keeps it up, I could pass out. ...Well, that, or choke to death.

When he realises the knife has been rendered useless, He grabs at my neck with both arms. Okay... Now the real pressure is coming on...

We roll again. It gives me, about, two seconds of air as he reassumes his position choking me...

Then, I notice it. The pack in his costume... The one of fear gas... It must be how he managed to poison the crowd downstairs...

Letting go of his arms, I quickly grab one of the Batarangs I dropped, I slice the pack open, makng the gas come out.

"Tell me.... Scarecrow... You've spent all of this time... trying to see.... what other people fear..."

I kick him off of me, and get to my feet, as the gas sprays everywhere.

"But what was never brought up... was what YOU fear..."

 

[twylight]

(IC: Batman)

...

That, I didn't expect. Not only that... But the action doesn't help my denial that she's connected to Ted Grant. Either way, that doesn't really matter right now...

With the two she's taken out gone, that leaves four for me. Two armed (Well, re-armed, truth be told), one bigger, and the other just waiting to get taken out. Guess I should take my advice from earlier...

'It'd be best not to disappoint them'

I spin, With the blades of the Batarangs sticking out between my fingers, as I slice one across the arm, making him drop the gun. I then grab his arm, pull him, and kick him directly up the chin, making him tumble back into the other armed one.

Sending a jab to the oncoming one's neck, I push off of his shoulders, flipping into the air as I stomp onto the other, weaker one's head. Upon landing, I hurl my wrist up just in time to block an oncoming attack. I send a roundhouse punch to the attacker, before spinning, and hitting the other one with the lead-weighted tips of my cape.

That leaves... two. The weaker one, and the one that I knocked the armed one into, who's just getting up. The weaker one swings. I grab it. A moment passes, before a cracking can be heard. The thug screams in pain, pulling his arm back. I grab him by the collar of his shirt, and throw him into a table, breaking it.

... Note to self. Pay for that.

I've turned my back to the other one, but... I can already sense his presence behind me. (Well, okay, he's breathing hard. I'm still only human...)

I let my fist fly back, as it connects to his face, behind me. I didn't even have to look at him. Instead, all I do is listen as a loud sound is heard behind me, signifying that the thug fell to the ground, out cold.

I turn to The Scarecrow, who's the only one left, of his gang.

"I'd suggest surrender, at this point. Because one way or another, you're waking up tommorow in a cell at Arkham."



I spread my cape out, fully expecting to succumb to the gas. As I begin to cough... I notice something. I'm not. I haven't hallucinated. The anti-toxin officially works.

I then look over at Dinah Lance, who's been caught in this. I look towards the direction of The Scarecrow, as he runs for the elevator. No. I can't let him get away again. He has to be stopped... But... Dinah. She's been exposed to the toxin...

I reach into my belt, still coughing, and walk over to her.

"Here... Take this. Inoculate yourself and the thugs... It's the only way. Trust me..."

I put the vial in her hand, before running off towards the stairs. We're on the bottom floor. If Scarecrow wants to make an exit, He's going to have to do it at the very top... The Tenth. I take my grapnel, and fire, upwards, before swinging up to the top floor. Jumping from the cable as I make it to the ceiling, I run into a dark area.

He's here. I can tell... The aroma of the gas is evident.

"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I FEAR, SCARECROW? I'LL TELL YOU! I'M AFRAID OF LETTING YOU BACK OUT THERE TO HARM SOMEONE ELSE!"

I take out another set of Batarangs.

"So I'm not. You're going to jail."

I look at the vial in my hands and then at the hurt thugs around the room.

Okay..he spoke to me...and his voice was not a creepy as I thought. Infact it was a little familiar. Why was I standing here when I obviously wanted to do was pin him to the ground and rip his mask off?

I quickly inoculated myself and the moaning men on the ground before racing through the door. I hold my hands up stopping the Police officers as they barrel in.

"There's some poison gas in the room, you need to ventilate it first, myself and the others in the room are inoculated."

I turn and race back into the building.

"DINAH!" Helena's voice yells behind me. I slip my high heels off and barrel up the stairs taking two at a time.
Sorry, Helena but I don't have time right now to assure you.

What the..? My face hits a cable hanging from the ceiling. I lean over the bannister and look up. The top floor...I race upstairs and pause on the steps. I quickly crouch on the steps, my eyes trained on the two figures grappling at each other.
Don't intervene Dinah...just watch.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I wake up on my back in a hospital room, they must of pumped me full of painkillers or somthing because I couldnt feel anything. I sluggishly reach to touch my face only to find it covered in bandages. Slowly starting to panic I start reaching out all over the hospital bed until I come across what I hope is the call button. I keep pressing it but nothing happens.

"Screw it! Hello! Can anyone hear me!"

Nurse - "Oh your awake."

I jerk my head over to the door.

"What happened?"

I could tell she was argueing with herself about rather to tell me anything or not.

Nurse - "Um I don't think I should tell you anything, let me go get your docter."

A few minutes later a rather tall man come in wearing a docter coat comes in.

Docter - "Ah Mr. Dent nice to see you awake, Im Dr. Samuals."

He reachs out to shake my hand but I ignore it.

"What happened?"

He withdraws his hand and looks at me gravely.

Dr. Samuals - "Ok right to buisness, there was an explosion at your house. We don't know exactly what happened but....."

As he starts to explain parts of it starts to come back to me, me opening a package and see the bomb and yelling Gil.....

"Gilda! Oh my god! Is Gilda ok?!"

The docter did'nt have to say anything, the look on his face was enough. I bow my head and start crying into my hands, I completely forgot about the bandages up until that point.

"Whats wrong with my face?"

Dr. Samuals - "I just want you to know that we got the best plastic surgeon flying in from Metropolis to fix your face, there will be some scars but not as bad as what they'd be if we didnt do anything."

"I want to see whats wrong with my face."

Dr. Samuals - "Id advise against that Mr. Dent, you probably won't be able to handle it in your current condition."

I start to get out of the bed, the docter tries to keep me from getting up but I push him out of the way and head towards a mirror tearing off the bandages as I went, I rip the last few bandages and look into the mirror.

"Oh my god!"

{Harvey Dent}

"Oh my god."

I couldnt take my eyes of the reflection staring back at me through the mirror, the left side of my face was completely chard and my left eye was a digusting yellow. I reach out and touch the left side of my mouth, it was so tightly pull back that my teeth was exsposed.

"Oh my god. ARRRHHHHHHH!!!!!"

I punch the mirror to shards.

Dr. Samuals - "Mr. Dent please calm down."

I feel the docter's hands on my shoulders.

"Let go of me."

Dr. Samuals - "We got to get you back into your bed."

"I SAID GET THE F**K OFF ME!"

Before I could even process what was going on I see my hands grab the docter by the head and proceed to slam it repeatedly into the wall, the docter stops moving and my hands let him go.

"I got to get the hell out of here."

I keep trying to move but I can't its like my body won't listen to my mind.

<Wwho are you.>

I see my head jerk around trying to find the source of the voice and than stop as if recognizing your voice.

"Oh its just you Harvey, don't you recognize me?"

<No I don't.>

"Well don't worry about it I'll explain everything later, but right now we have to get out of here."

<But what about the docter?>

I see my head jerk down to the docter than one of my hands reach down and check his pulse.

"He'll live."

I hear the sounds of foot steps coming towards the room. I watch as the thing controlling me turn my body towards the window, opens it and stare down to the ground.

"Good we're only on the first floor."

My body crawls through the window and procedes to climb down to the ground, he doesnt stop running until we're a good ten blocks away. As my body stumbles into an alley I realise im in control of my body again and how tired I feel, I collapse onto a large pile of garbage. As I fall asleep I hear his voice in my head.

<Rest easy Harvey, we have alot of work to do tomorrow.>

 

[Watchman]

(IC: Batman)

He's stronger than he appears. Not much, but enough to keep me down, for the time being. I'm actually struggling. His words only enter my brain seconds later, as He threatens Vicki. And Gotham.

...And that's when I lose grip. The Scarecrow's knife plunges at me, hitting me in the chest, when...

*SNAP*

The blade snaps. I watch as the knife handle and the blade become two parts, as it hits the symbol on my chest. My armor... Of course... The multi-weave. It was built to stop a knife, aswell as long range shots... I never needed to protect myself at all. In the end, the suit did it for me...

I use the opprotunity to kick The Scarecrow in the stomach, as we roll across the floor. His grip on my neck stays the same. Damn it... If he keeps it up, I could pass out. ...Well, that, or choke to death.

When he realises the knife has been rendered useless, He grabs at my neck with both arms. Okay... Now the real pressure is coming on...

We roll again. It gives me, about, two seconds of air as he reassumes his position choking me...

Then, I notice it. The pack in his costume... The one of fear gas... It must be how he managed to poison the crowd downstairs...

Letting go of his arms, I quickly grab one of the Batarangs I dropped, I slice the pack open, makng the gas come out.

"Tell me.... Scarecrow... You've spent all of this time... trying to see.... what other people fear..."

I kick him off of me, and get to my feet, as the gas sprays everywhere.

"But what was never brought up... was what YOU fear..."

Scarecrow backs up as the gas enters his face. No...he thinks to himself not like this. The room bends and changes into a twisted version of itself. The thing near him transform no longer human some kind of monster.

"NO!" he screams "You...you stay away from me" he keeps backing up closer and closer to a window. Then he sees them, the children from his school.

"Scarecrow...Scarecrow" they chant "Look at Crane that bookworm...dork"

"Stop it" his voice has become a whimper "Stop making fun of me" he is on the verge of tears. Then another unearthy images appears his father with the noose tied around his neck.

"Jonathan you good for nothing screw up" he keeps backing up and right before the window he sees it. The Scarecrow from his dreams his nightmares.

CRASH

He falls through the window just barely getting his hand up holding for dear life.

 

[Batman]

Scarecrow backs up as the gas enters his face. No...he thinks to himself not like this. The room bends and changes into a twisted version of itself. The thing near him transform no longer human some kind of monster.

"NO!" he screams "You...you stay away from me" he keeps backing up closer and closer to a window. Then he sees them, the children from his school.

"Scarecrow...Scarecrow" they chant "Look at Crane that bookworm...dork"

"Stop it" his voice has become a whimper "Stop making fun of me" he is on the verge of tears. Then another unearthy images appears his father with the noose tied around his neck.

"Jonathan you good for nothing screw up" he keeps backing up and right before the window he sees it. The Scarecrow from his dreams his nightmares.

CRASH

He falls through the window just barely getting his hand up holding for dear life.

(IC: Batman)

I can swear the lenses in my cowl widen, watching this. Scarecrow is losing it right infront of me... And I can't do anything to stop it. I shouldn't have unleashed the toxin onto him... It's deadly. Idiot. Didn't think...

That's when Scarecrow crashes through the window. If he falls, It's my fault.

NO. I'm no killer...

I immediatley rush to the window, and grab his obviously frail arm, pulling.

"Hang On!"

I keep pulling, pushing my feet off of the wall under the window to try and gain leverage.

Can't let this happen... He deserves many things for what he's done... But death? That's not on my agenda... I made a promise...