The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I can't help but smile as I walk among the crowd, its amazing how much you miss interaction with other people when you've become completely cut off from the rest of the world.

"Excuse me sir."

I turn around expecting the worst only to see a waiter.

"Would you like somthing to drink?"

I relax and take a glass of champaign off the tray he was carrying.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome sir."

As I take a drink I notice across the room the most beautiful woman iv ever seen (except for Gilda of course), my jaw drops when I recognize who she is.

"Rachel?"

{Harvey Dent}

I didnt know how beautiful Rachel truely was, when I saw her at work she usually wear a suit or somthing along that line. And the few times she hung out with Gilda and me she was always real casual, luckily she hasent seen me yet. I turn to leave but I stop myself. With me supposedly 'dead' she'd be in line for my job, hell she probably already has my job, this could be my chance to truly hurt Two Face. I down the rest of the champaign and set the glass on the nearest table only to be picked up a second later by a butler with a receeding hairline and a very thin mustache. As I draw closer I see that Rachel is talking to a short guy with a long pointed nose, I smile slightly thinking about how much this guy looks like a Penguin.

"Rachel."

Her eyes widen as she recognize me.

"Oh my god Harvey?!"

 

[twylight]

I look at him seriously.

"That's a very wise point of view. I'm suprised you thought that up on your own."

I mentally rub my face with my palm, Geez what a bore he is. I can't even keep myself peppy and flirty around him. I've shifted into one of my undercover guises as a hard-core, edgy, intellectual person. Not like I'm not really, but this persona when it totally overtakes me is called "Hannah Green" and I used her in the Sapphire case..no....the Illiad case.

He's so boring I fell into one of the many other persona's and personalities I'd molded for aliases.

I pull myself back and smile.

"Sorry if that came off as rude." I say lightly before spying Josh and Jason waving to me. Helena obviously trying to make them stop once she sees who I'm with. Always the match maker.

I push away from the balcony railing and smile at him.

"Well, I'm off to do my own sort of reminding." I say winking at him before leaving. I glance at his reflection in a mirror as I pass.
He's quite a bit something else and I feel a bit sorry for him. It's almost like he puts on a face for some reason.

 

[The BatDude]

“AWWW…my head”
“Dude, he just woke up.”
“What happened to me? I feel like ****!”
“Well me and my friend, Jason we were just looking for some sellers”
One of them hits him in the ribs. “Err, what he meant to say is we were looking for some dog sellers.”
The other one just sakes his and says “Yeah-h-h”
“Then we saw a group of hobos beating you into a pulp.”
“This one guys was hitting you with your own shoe.” They both start laughing
I look down and I notice one of my new shoes gone.
“Damn Dirty Hobos!”
I feel different, a little light headed. I start listening to the two college kids.
“We found you and we started to look for some mone….sign that you were okay.”
“Then we found some pills. We thought there were your meds so we gave you some.”
“You What!!”
“We gave you some pills.”
I believe his name is Jason tells me to look at what I did to the wall. I turn around and realize what I have done. I punch through a brick wall. My knuckles had blood in them but there were no cuts in them.
“After we saw you do that we knew we had to take some of that ****.” The other one just node then he blurts out “What kinda of pills are those? Cause man did it fell good!” Jason interrupts “Yeah and the colors were sweet. Too bad it only lasted about an hour.”
“How much you for the pills? 100 bucks?”
“There not for sell.” I start walking out of the alley. I’m trying to make sense of this fiasco. But nothing that happen here makes any God damn since. I get Roy’s car jacked then I get mugged by a mob of hobos. Some College drop outs fed me my own pill which cause me to punch a hole in a wall. I have blood in my knuckles but no sign of any cuts. The two kids try to get high with my pills. Oh yeah, almost forgot that my brand spanking new suit has been ruined. God now I know why Gotham is so ****ed up.
"Dude, Jason I think the pills might have given me the runs."
"You mean Mud Butt?"
"Yes"
"Gross man!!!"

 

[Ra's Al Ghul]

As he swam, he was amazed at how in tune with him the suit was, and at how much it helped him. He remembered the things McCaffery had told him, and tried taking a breath, knowing that if the old man was wrong, he still had time to surface. Water flowed into his lungs, and then back out. His lungs were processing the oxygen in the water for him, he was breathing the water. Finding it much easier to focus now, he tried going faster, he bulleted through the water like a torpedo, going faster than he could have ever imagined. Doing so, he lost his concentration on his surroundings, and clipped a shark. Feeling the impact he stopped and spun around to see what he had hit. The shark came after him, and one thought went through his mind.

This is going to f**king hurt… a lot…

Before the shark could bite him, the suit reacted instinctively, protruding mildly poisonous spines for protection.

Sweet! Wait, I don’t want to hurt the shark, and McCaffery said that I can telepathically communicate with them.

~~~STOP. CALM DOWN. YOU DON’T WANT TO HURT ME. I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU. SWIM AWAY~~~

Garth looked on in astonishment as the shark stopped and swam off in the opposite direction.

Okay, so the old man has been right about everything…

Just then, a hole in the water opened behind him sucking the water into the void created. He spun around while desperately swimming in the other direction. He looked down and saw the gaping maw of something no human had ever lived through to describe. He didn’t know it, but he was looking into the mouth of the Kraken.

"Oh s**t."

He stared into the abyss in wide-eyed terror. The mouth he was looking into was big enough to swallow a Greyhound bus, and the teeth were stained red.

This is not cool. What the f**k is that thing?

The suits defense mechanisms went up but Garth was still desperately trying to swim away from the swirling vortex, sucking him into the maw. He focused, realizing he wouldn’t be able to outswim the pull, and targeted his mental energy at the beast.

~~STOP. TURN BACK. LEAVE.~~

~~I aM kRaKeN. KrAkEn ImMuNe To AtLaNtEaN pOwErS. oRm WaNtS yOu DeAd.~~

Oh. S**T. This is not a good sign.

~~~USE THE TRIDENT GARTH.~~~

“Huh, wha? Okay… but I don’t see how this will help.”

As tendrils started to extend from the mouth and wrap around his legs, Garth drove the trident into them. There was a boiling of water and a howl of pain as the tendril exploded in a purple mess, and the trident began to glow bright golden. It grew brighter as it cut through the beasts tendrils, and tongue. The mouth closed and the beast sank back into the depths, and then the sand.

Bleeding from the nose, Garth swam back to the cave.

“WHAT THE F**K WAS THAT?”

“That was a Kraken, congrats, you passed the test.”

“You knew that would happen?!?”

“No, I knew Orm would have a beast looking for you. I honestly didn’t expect the Kraken yet. I’m amazed you survived.”

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze makes it back to his hide-out and lays out all his stolen items.

I am amazed how easy it was to acquire all these items. So much technology in my hands the possiblities are as endless as the universe itself.

He looks over to Nora's chamber

I know what must be done for you to survive my love...and if humanity must pay the price for that to happen...then it is a price that I am more than willing to extract.

Freeze then begins to lay out the items bit by bit.

Yes I can see it now....the world will one day forget Victor Friez...but it will always remember the name Mr. Freeze.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

I didnt know how beautiful Rachel truely was, when I saw her at work she usually wear a suit or somthing along that line. And the few times she hung out with Gilda and me she was always real casual, luckily she hasent seen me yet. I turn to leave but I stop myself. With me supposedly 'dead' she'd be in line for my job, hell she probably already has my job, this could be my chance to truly hurt Two Face. I down the rest of the champaign and set the glass on the nearest table only to be picked up a second later by a butler with a receeding hairline and a very thin mustache. As I draw closer I see that Rachel is talking to a short guy with a long pointed nose, I smile slightly thinking about how much this guy looks like a Penguin.

"Rachel."

Her eyes widen as she recognize me.

"Oh my god Harvey?!"

{Harvey Dent}

Rachel looked like she was torn between running away from me or punching me in the mouth, I don't blame her.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Shh keep your voice down."

"Wait your not here to....?"

"No! I need to talk to you, could we go somewhere more private?"

I could tell she really didnt want to, but what was weird was that her eyes kept wandering over to a guy leaning against the banister looking down on the party. I ,on the other hand, kept looking at a grandfather clock against one of the walls. Don't have much time, not even ten minutes until Two Face takes over.

"Rachel please im not going to hurt you I swear. Theres just too many ears here that might be listening, please I dont have much time."

Again here eyes flicker back up to the man overlooking the party, why?

"Alright come on."

She grabs my arm and leads me outside onto a veranda overlooking Wayne's giant backyard, she lets go and looks up at me. I open my mouth but she stops me.

"Before we even start I want you to take off the mask, I want to see all of your face not just just half."

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

"Well, I'm off to do my own sort of reminding." I say winking at him before leaving. I glance at his reflection in a mirror as I pass.

I nod and smile, forgetting... well, ignoring her previous comment. I shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have opened up about Gotham. My goal here is not to convince everyone that I'm crusading against Gotham's criminality... My goal here, quite simply, is to convince everyone that I just don't give a damn.

Yeah. Doing a real good job of that, Bruce...

As my mind wanders (Which seems to be happening rather easily, tonight), I look down at the area where Rachel is. It isn't nessacarily hard to do that, I admit... But she isn't what caught my attention. It's that man. In the mask. The one that caught my attention earlier, due to his unintentional connection to my past. He's talking to her. Now that I think about it... did I even invite him? I tell myself not to do it. To go over there and investigate... I need to concentrate. Rid myself of the paranoia that's been plauging my mind recently. I-

Wait. Did she just look up at me? And with a face that conveyed less than anything joyful. And now they're leaving? Heading away from the party... Something's wrong.

I sigh to myself. So I'm paranoid. Maybe I like being paranoid. But that doesn't change the fact that one of my guests is being strayed away by someone who potentially isn't... well, a guest. This is my party... And despite my constant denial, this is my home. I have a right to investigate. To hell with paranoia.

As I walk back into the party, locking my eyes onto Rachel and "The Phantom" that she's leading out of the room, Alfred rushes to me.

"Master Wayne-"

I turn to him.

"I'm a little busy right now, Alfred. Can this wait?"

"I'm... afraid not, Sir. We seem to have a bit of a problem."

"The man in the mask. Tell me something I don't know."

Alfred's eyebrow raises.

"I'm not quite sure of what you're referring to... But that wasn't what I was pertaining to...", Alfred responds.

And that's when it hits me. Behind Alfred, I can spot him from a mile away as he enters the room, with four other men accompanying him. And my blood is already boiling. My teeth nearly crush eachother as my anger grows with each passing second that he's in my prescence. But his name somehow manages to escape my lips. This isn't a man I invited. But somehow, I doubt that's of concern to him...

"Falcone."

He and his crones eye me, and immediatley walk over.

"I'm sorry, Master Bruce. We tried to keep him from entering, but he-"

"No. I'll handle this. Just keep an eye out for the other guests.", I tell him, before walking through the crowd, and to Falcone's... entourage. They don't scare me. Which is probably why he brought them in the first place. Irregardless of his intentions here tonight... He's leaving. One way or another.

"Ah, Bruce Wayne. The Prince. It has been a long time.", He says, looking around at the room. "Been awhile since I've been here, too."

I don't even flinch, staring back at him.

"You weren't invited."

He smiles. And not in a warming way, by any means.

"There isn't a list in this town that I'm not on, kid. Maybe my invite just happened to slip your mind."

And... he insults my intelligence. He's already crossing the line there.

"Well you've found it. I wouldn't have invited a criminal like you.", I respond, particularly bitter in my tone.

It may be a mistake. But I've made far worse. He chuckles to himself, as do the men surrounding him.

"A criminal? You might want to be careful with accusations like that. Some people might think you're quick to judge a book by it's cover, so to speak.", He states. "And you wouldn't want that. Not at your big bash in your poppa's mansion.", He continues, narrowing his eyes.

I narrow my own eyes.

"Believe me, I've thought about any impressions I have towards you. And they haven't told me anything other than what everyone in this room already knows."

He chuckles.

"Well, I can say that you're definatley Thomas Wayne's kid. Of course, he had alot more hospitality."

I remember the last time this man entered my home. My father was gracious... welcoming, even though he knew what kind of a man Falcone was. I was seven. But even then, I knew fully well what this man was. Evil.

"You're probably wondering what brings me here tonight. Well, let's just say I want to make sure that Gotham's being represented as it truly should be. And so far... I don't see it.", He says, walking closer to me.

He continues to attempt intimidation towards me. He doesn't know intimidation. He crawled from blood money. I came from a family silenced by two gunshots. And he has the nerve to try and scare me...

"Get out of my home.", I say, peering back into his lifeless eyes as he resumes that smile.

"You want me out of yours? Then get out of mine.", He begins. "I own this city. Everyone who enters it only stays in because I allow it. And everyone who leaves... well, that's another story entirely."

"Gotham never belonged to you.", I answer.

He laughs, turning to the rest of his group. Probably his bodyguards. He'll need them, when this night is over.

"Definatley Thomas Wayne's kid."

He turns back to me.

"You know, I honestly never considered your family a priority. Their deaths? They hit me hard. But you're not leaving me with much choice.", He reponds, coldly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That company of yours? Yeah, well it's open season. Buyers are gonna start lining up with offers before long. All probably nothing to a guy like you... You could afford to buy all the shares twice. You don't need to worry about them.", He begins. "But none of them could get them for free. None of them have that kind of power. You wanna know who does, Wayne? You're looking at him."

My eyes widen. He's... threatening me. Not just me... my company. My father's legacy. Everything I strived to maintain while I went about my mission to reclaim Gotham from people like him.

"That's not just any power. That's the kind of power that money can't buy. The kind I have in this town."

I want to punch him. Right in the face, between the eyes, knuckles raised. It'd be an easy knockout. Then, I want to do worse. Maybe break some ribs. Crack his shins. Make every bone in his body numb until he understands just what he's threatening to take away from me... And what I want to take away from him.

But... I can't. I can't do it. Not here, infront of all of these people. I could do it easily as The Batman. It's not like I'm on good terms with many people in this city anyway, with him. But Batman can't attend this party. That's the last thing I want... or need to happen.

So instead, I simply glare. And say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"One day, that power you speak of is going to rightful hands. No matter what the Falcone family has to say about it."

I turn around, and walk as far away from him as I can.

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

I walk past dozens of people who eye the man of which I just told off. None of them heard my conversation with him. But they all know what I've always known all too well.

The man is evil.

 

[Byrd Man]

I passby Coast City landmarks with record speed. Ditko Stadium, Ferris Aircraft, Finger & Kane Industries.

"So Wade, what's the status on this new mission?"

"Classified Nate, but I will say this much. It has something to do with that doctor you met at the Wayne party."

"I knew there was something weird about him, spill it."

I hear him clear his throat as I land near city hall.

"Later soilder, now get to work."

I hear the audio click off and I'm alone

"Captain Atom sir."

I see a police officer get my attention and point towards a tarp outside of City Hall.

"There waiting for you."

He escorts me to the tarp were a small crowd of police officers and F.B.I. agents are huddled around a table.

"Captain Atom, Welcome we want you to help with the S.W.A.T. team."

I shake a agents hand as he welcome me in.

"You had training in S.W.A.T. tactics?"

"Yes sir, The goverment trained me in almost every area of combat and law enforcment."

Which exsplains the three years I spent before I underwent the procedure that gave me my powers.

"Good, Will let you tag along with Sgt. Lee."

Ten Minutes Later.

I'm hovering just outside of the doors of city hall.

"Okay Captain Atom, when I give the signal you burst in and take out the nearest terrorist."

Sgt. Lee talks me through it while I wait and let the energy in my body channel through my hands.

"GO!"

I slam into the door and burst through it, taking out terrorist left and right, I'm dodging bullets when a fireball exsplodes near my head.

"Captain Atom I presume."

"I'm Plastique and I'll be killing you today."

I dodge her exslosive blast and even absorb a ball of energy.

"That all you got honey?"

I charge up and let loose a massive amount of atomic energy

She throws out energy at the same time, when both forces meet. City Hall goes up and Plastique goes flying into the air.

I speed up and catch her limp body.

"Thank you." She says half awake.

"Your welcome and by the way, you have the right to remain silent."

She passes out and I take her to the S.W.A.T. van next to the remains of city hall.

"What's the damage?"

"Well Captain, we got lucky. Only some flesh wounds and a few first degree burns."

I had the police officer Plastique and take off into the air. A smile on my face about the future ahead.

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

Rachel looked like she was torn between running away from me or punching me in the mouth, I don't blame her.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Shh keep your voice down."

"Wait your not here to....?"

"No! I need to talk to you, could we go somewhere more private?"

I could tell she really didnt want to, but what was weird was that her eyes kept wandering over to a guy leaning against the banister looking down on the party. I ,on the other hand, kept looking at a grandfather clock against one of the walls. Don't have much time, not even ten minutes until Two Face takes over.

"Rachel please im not going to hurt you I swear. Theres just too many ears here that might be listening, please I dont have much time."

Again here eyes flicker back up to the man overlooking the party, why?

"Alright come on."

She grabs my arm and leads me outside onto a veranda overlooking Wayne's giant backyard, she lets go and looks up at me. I open my mouth but she stops me.

"Before we even start I want you to take off the mask, I want to see all of your face not just just half."

{Harvey Dent}

"Your not going to like what you see."

"I don't care, if you want to talk this is the only way thats going to happen."

I reach up and pull the mask off.

"Oh god Harvey."

I quickly tell Rachel everything thats happened, including Two Face killing Feilds.

"At first I did want to kill him until Batman offered me another choice, to let Feilds go and he would make sure that I would get help with getting rid of Two Face."

"But Two Face had other plans."

I node my head.

"Yea he took control of the arm that was holding the knife and cut Vernon's throat. Rachel, you hung out with Gilda alot. You didnt know she was cheating on me did you?"

"Harvey if I knew I would've told you."

We don't say anything for a few minutes.

"But listen we need to stop Two Face, he's planning a heist at the Gotham Natural History museum."

"The Natural History museum? Why there?"

"I don't know, hes' learned to block out details from me. Alll I know is that its going to go down somtime in the next couple of days."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I really couldnt go to James know could I, and I have no way of contacting Batman (I doubt he'd even beileve me). Two Face is dangerous and he has to be stopped. You know now what hes' planning, tell James what iv told you."

I place the mask back on and walk back into the mansion.

 

[Byrd Man]

"There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. "

"Would you shut up!"

"Fine, Narrate your own damn story!"

"Good, now that he's gone let's get started."

__________________________________________

This is a tale of a man named Joesph "Jack" Ryder who had a pretty normal life. He was a gifted scientist who knew equations like the back of his hand. Had a pretty wife and no childre, Jack was never good with children even though his young wife so desperatly wanted them. He was hired by the goverment to work on a new formula to create a supersoldier much in the same way that Captain Atom idiot was created. His normal life changed a few days ago when he decided to stay late.....

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"Dr. Ryder?" His lab assistant calls to him from down the hall.

Jack Ryder looks up with his glasses halfway down his nose.

"Yes?"

"Sir, it's almost eight, I'm heading home, shouldn't you?"

But why would he want to go home? To his wife who always nagged him about how he needed to grow up?

"Thank you Ted, I'm going to stay a little while longer."

He buries his nose into his book and get's back to work. Jack was so close to cracking the formula he could taste it. He took off his glasses and placed them next to a beaker.

"ZZZZZZZZZZ"

his cellphone went off and as he was taking it out of his coat pocket, his elbow tipped over a beaker.

"Dammit!" He says as the chemical spills on his arm and starts to eat at his coat.

He would have been alright if he hadn't have paniced.

"Ahh!"

In the process of trying to get his coat off he trips and falls face first into a shelf of chemicals and various liquids. Knocking him out and covering him in various chemicals.

A few hours later he slowly awakens to see he's alright although his skin. It's yellow.

"Oh my god.....Hehehehehehehehehe"

He had done it. He was a Metahuman, although the price was his sanity.

 

[Green Lantern]

"There are a few things", replied J'onn as he phased through the brick well and moved to stand in front of Barry, "but, now is not the time to reveal them all."

"When the time comes for us to gather, I will contact you telepathically. When I do, head to a building in Washington DC called the Watchtower. You will know where to find it when it's time."

"Fair enough J'onn. In the meantime you know where to find me. I look forward to working with you."

Barry extended his hand to shake.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Fair enough J'onn. In the meantime you know where to find me. I look forward to working with you."

Barry extended his hand to shake.

J'onn reached out and shook Barry's hand.
"As am I, Mr. Allen", replied J'onn with a smile.

J'onn looked down on his watch, "We really should be getting back to the party before people start getting suspicious."

 

[batnkevlar]

I walk out of the room I was occupying when I was talking with my associate. I take a look around and who do I spot? Why, ol' Carmine himself.

Time to have a little talk.

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I've made the rounds at least a dozen times. Dodged Norman Madison's attempts to set me up with his daughter almost twice as much. Discussed politics and the state of the world, abiet I was vague on every point, with Oswald Cobblepot. Even managed to catch Lois Lane's glances towards me in her obvious want of an interview.

And not once have I stopped thinking about Falcone's threat. I've underestimated him once before. Given what exactly is at stake, I can't afford to do it again. I have to take him down. And hard. Before he can destroy what little is left of my father's legacy. And to lose it to him of all people...

This is what I should be focusing on. He's the poison that runs through Gotham's veins. Or at least the better part of it. And given my contacts, information and knowledge regarding his truer line of work... I may be able to. With time and, unfortunatley... patience. But nevertheless, Falcone's turned himself from a minimal threat into my number one priority. At the worst possible time, given that I'm also hunting the maniac who killed Chuck Sol, An escaped Victor Fries, and not to mention-

"Master Wayne."

I turn, seeing Alfred. He looks... troubled. And I don't think it has to do with Falcone.

"Something wrong?"

"It's Ms. Dawes, sir. She requests that you speak with her immediately."

Oh. Great. The one person in this entire house that probably wants Falcone taken down as badly as I do, and she wants to speak with me. I can definatley guess why, but I'm not completely sure. Especially since the last time I saw her, she was escorted out of the room by the man in the Phantom attire.

"Why?"

"She didn't say for certain, but from her tone, it did seem rather... urgent."

I look back at Falcone. I can't trust him to be let out of my sight. But I can't just ignore Rachel, either. I'll have to make this quick. I turn back to Alfred, dead serious.

"Keep an eye on Falcone while I'm gone."

"Don't you mean 'keep an eye on everyone'?"

"No. Falcone. He above all isn't to be trusted.", I warn. "Where's Rachel?"

"The study. And do hurry, sir.", Alfred states, looking at Falcone. "Merely looking at the man leaves me uneased."

I nod back, before heading to the main hall, out of the dining area.

Alfred knows what kind of man Falcone is, too. Before it even became my problem. My father and The Falcone's did buisness on occasion, when I was younger. Alfred had the unpleasant task of actually letting them into our home to do so. He knows what I was thinking. I know what he was thinking. And even after my father is long since passed, it hasn't changed... Neither of us feel that the Falcone family is welcome here.

I have to shift focus, for a moment. Rachel needs to speak with me. While I'm going out on a limb and guessing it has to do with Falcone, I could be wrong. Have to be ready for anything. Especially on a night where most of the unexpected has already happened.

I look around, making sure no one is watching, before opening the door. Rachel turns, seeing me.

"Thank god. I was afraid I'd never be able to reach you.", She states. "He's here."

I knew it. This was about Falcone.

"I know. I've tried to throw him out, but he's already threatened my company.", I say, a little bitterly.

"...What?"

"Falcone. He threatened to take Wayne Enterprises away from-"

"No. Not him. You don't understand."

An eyebrow arches.

"Who's here, then?"

I can tell she's hesitant. She even makes sure I've locked the door. Which I did, given what she knows about me and my... other life. But the moment she looks back at me, she narrows her eyes.

"Harvey."

...

The one thing I didn't... couldn't prepare for, and it just got thrown into me. The unexpected proves to still be possible. Two-Face is here. In my home. Amongst a crowd of the country's most imporant people. This isn't good. If he goes on a rampage like he did with Fields...

"You're sure?"

"He's the man in black. The one I walked out with. He took me aside and revealed himself to me.", She says, uneasy. "God, it's horrible."

It's him. It has to be. No one else could've provoked that reaction.

I look away. This is problematic, no doubt about it. With a psyche like Dent's, and given that I've seen what he can do firsthand, everyone in that room is in immediate danger.

"Why is he here?"

"He came for me. But he's looking for you. Or, not you. I mean, you... but... not Bruce Wayne.", She responds.

Batman. I'm the reason everyone is in danger. Damn it. If I had just focused on capturing him before tonight, maybe- No. There's no use in blaming myself. I need to figure out the best course of action to take, before anyone is hurt.

"What are you going to do?"

Can't confront him openly. Too many people in the building. If I force them out, I could risk losing Dent with them... which can't happen. Not again. And going to stop him as Batman won't help my case with the police. Can't ignore it. Can't get the police involved, due to their bruality.

I pause. I've run through all of the availible options. And in the end, I... I just...

"I don't know."

She looks at me, questionably.

"I... I don't know.", I answer, again.

Carmine Falcone. Two-Face. Both in my home, with dozens of innocent people surrounding them. It's like I've led unleashed two sharks into a sea of open fish, without a net to catch them in. For the first time, I feel something I never wanted to feel, in a situation like this... a situation I should've prepared for...

I feel powerless.

 

[Byrd Man]

"There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. "

"Would you shut up!"

"Fine, Narrate your own damn story!"

"Good, now that he's gone let's get started."

__________________________________________

This is a tale of a man named Joesph "Jack" Ryder who had a pretty normal life. He was a gifted scientist who knew equations like the back of his hand. Had a pretty wife and no childre, Jack was never good with children even though his young wife so desperatly wanted them. He was hired by the goverment to work on a new formula to create a supersoldier much in the same way that Captain Atom idiot was created. His normal life changed a few days ago when he decided to stay late.....

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"Dr. Ryder?" His lab assistant calls to him from down the hall.

Jack Ryder looks up with his glasses halfway down his nose.

"Yes?"

"Sir, it's almost eight, I'm heading home, shouldn't you?"

But why would he want to go home? To his wife who always nagged him about how he needed to grow up?

"Thank you Ted, I'm going to stay a little while longer."

He buries his nose into his book and get's back to work. Jack was so close to cracking the formula he could taste it. He took off his glasses and placed them next to a beaker.

"ZZZZZZZZZZ"

his cellphone went off and as he was taking it out of his coat pocket, his elbow tipped over a beaker.

"Dammit!" He says as the chemical spills on his arm and starts to eat at his coat.

He would have been alright if he hadn't have paniced.

"Ahh!"

In the process of trying to get his coat off he trips and falls face first into a shelf of chemicals and various liquids. Knocking him out and covering him in various chemicals.

A few hours later he slowly awakens to see he's alright although his skin. It's yellow.

"Oh my god.....Hehehehehehehehehe"

He had done it. He was a Metahuman, although the price was his sanity.

To understand what happened to Jack Ryder's mind when he transformed you must first understand Jack's history. He was born to humorless parents who wanted him to grow up to be a great scientist. As a young child he watched Looney Toons and imitated Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck. After college he married a droll, goal driven woman and never had children with her. When Jack went through the transformation it opend up the long dormant part in his mind.

"Hehehehe. What's wrong with my skin?"

He looks in the mirror and sees the lemon faced, green haired man staring back at him.

"I've done it, I have become Dunduda...A superhero! And as a superhero I need a change of outfit. Lemon man...Away!"

And with that he jumped out the nearby window and into the Gotham night.

With a clatter he landed into the nearest costume shop ten minutes later.

"Honey, I'm home."

The guy behind the counter looks up at him and exhales.

"Another weirdo, look in the back."

After ten minutes of rumaging around he finds what he's looking for.

"This is so me right?"

The guy behind the counter looks up and smiles.

"Sure thing, so how are you gonna pay?"

"I was thinking about...OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Jack points behind him and while the man turns to look, runs out of the costume shop, jumps ontop of a light pole and leaps onto a nearby building.

"People of Gotham, Listen to me now and hear me later. Where ever women and children are in danger, where ever crazy celebrities jump on couches, and where ever stupid executives turn superhero movies into "toy movies" I will be there. I am...The Creeper."

Gotham City just got a littler creepier.

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I've drifted out of the study. Perhaps not exactly the wisest move, given that I'll feel obligated to take action knowing that there are two of the most dangerous men in Gotham among my guests, in my father's home... but Bruce Wayne cannot be absent for very long. Other people unaware of the current situation will start suspecting something. And now, more than ever, my dual identity cannot be compromised.

Even if it has become a bit personal.

I walk out, with Rachel on my arm. She's a bit... questionable at this, but it's the only way I'm going to be able to keep my eye on her. Especially if Dent gets any ideas.

"You're sure about this?", She asks in a whisper, as we near the dining area once again.

"To be perfectly honest, no. I don't. But since I can't do anything about it under the circumstances, it's all I can think of. Just try to stay close until the party's wound down.", I whisper back, before we rejoin the fray.

I find myself not wanting to know how the rest of the evening is going to play out. The plan, from what I've gathered, is to keep Rachel safe until everyone's left. Then I have Alfred drive her home, while I change and take to the streets, keeping a search over the area for Dent. Regardless of where he is now, he won't be able to get far. Especially not if I use the cycle with the nitro-link I've installed.

But somehow, I just don't see it all going according to plan. There are too many variables... circumstances to consider. The fact that I'm leading around an admittedly attractive District Attorney of this city plays into this, among other things. People could question; The night could go on longer; Dent could leave and get farther than I'd imagine, and I could lose him for a second time too many. I just have to remain hopeful. That's all I can do, at this point.

I look over, seeing Falcone. He looks over at me for a moment, with a rather unpleasant smile. Rachel nudges me, once, making me realise that my fist is clenched. I look at her for a moment, before nodding, and proceeding. But damn it, I'm not enjoying this. Having Falcone in my home... my company on the line because of him all the same. I feel like a prisoner in my own home.

I raise an eyebrow, noticing Lex walk towards Falcone. Have they a previous aqquaintance? Are they... friends? And to think, I'm actually considering a partnership with one of them...

I look at their lips, reading them. A little trick I aqquired from offshore my travels.

"Lex Luthor.", Falcone greets. "An honor, indeed. Though I'm a bit surprised to find you amongst such... lowly surroundings."

Oh. He's going to pay for that one.

 

[batnkevlar]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I raise an eyebrow, noticing Lex walk towards Falcone. Have they a previous aqquaintance? Are they... friends? And to think, I'm actually considering a partnership with one of them...

I look at their lips, reading them. A little trick I aqquired from offshore my travels.

"Lex Luthor.", Falcone greets. "An honor, indeed. Though I'm a bit surprised to find you amongst such... lowly surroundings."

My approach towards Falcone ended up the way I thought it would. His haughtiness is evident. He thinks he owns Gotham. It's almost laughable.

He may or may not. It's still laughable that he would talk to me in such a tone. Imagine that. Falcone thinks he's untouchable.

"Honor indeed, you're too kind Carmine. But you see, I figured a bottomdweller such as yourself would feed from the bottom. Too ugly to rise above water it seems. Pity really."

I click out some morse signals on my cufflink inconspicously.

"So how's the family, Carmine. Still playing croquet? Vacationing in the Bahamas? Wearing sweater vests to the beach? It's been a while since our families have met. Not that I really have many bottomfeeding "family" members anymore. Regardless, it's been a while."

 

[Venom160]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I've drifted out of the study. Perhaps not exactly the wisest move, given that I'll feel obligated to take action knowing that there are two of the most dangerous men in Gotham among my guests, in my father's home... but Bruce Wayne cannot be absent for very long. Other people unaware of the current situation will start suspecting something. And now, more than ever, my dual identity cannot be compromised.

Even if it has become a bit personal.

I walk out, with Rachel on my arm. She's a bit... questionable at this, but it's the only way I'm going to be able to keep my eye on her. Especially if Dent gets any ideas.

"You're sure about this?", She asks in a whisper, as we near the dining area once again.

"To be perfectly honest, no. I don't. But since I can't do anything about it under the circumstances, it's all I can think of. Just try to stay close until the party's wound down.", I whisper back, before we rejoin the fray.

I find myself not wanting to know how the rest of the evening is going to play out. The plan, from what I've gathered, is to keep Rachel safe until everyone's left. Then I have Alfred drive her home, while I change and take to the streets, keeping a search over the area for Dent. Regardless of where he is now, he won't be able to get far. Especially not if I use the cycle with the nitro-link I've installed.

But somehow, I just don't see it all going according to plan. There are too many variables... circumstances to consider. The fact that I'm leading around an admittedly attractive District Attorney of this city plays into this, among other things. People could question; The night could go on longer; Dent could leave and get farther than I'd imagine, and I could lose him for a second time too many. I just have to remain hopeful. That's all I can do, at this point.

I look over, seeing Falcone. He looks over at me for a moment, with a rather unpleasant smile. Rachel nudges me, once, making me realise that my fist is clenched. I look at her for a moment, before nodding, and proceeding. But damn it, I'm not enjoying this. Having Falcone in my home... my company on the line because of him all the same. I feel like a prisoner in my own home.

I raise an eyebrow, noticing Lex walk towards Falcone. Have they a previous aqquaintance? Are they... friends? And to think, I'm actually considering a partnership with one of them...

I look at their lips, reading them. A little trick I aqquired from offshore my travels.

"Lex Luthor.", Falcone greets. "An honor, indeed. Though I'm a bit surprised to find you amongst such... lowly surroundings."

Oh. He's going to pay for that one.

{Harvey Dent}

My times almost up, Two Face could decide to take over anytime now and theres noway im going to let that happen here. As I head for the frontdoor I spot Rachel on the arm of the host of the party, Bruce Wayne. I knew I should've left then but I had to drive the point home to Rachel. I slowly walk up to Rachel and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Rachel."

Her eyes widen as she sees me, I guess she thought iv already left.

"Tell James whats going to happen, we have to stop him before he kills anyone else!"

I look over at Bruce Wayne and smile.

"I enjoyed the party Mr. Wayne."

I turn and head for the front door, it'll be a long walk back to the city.

 

[Byrd Man]

To understand what happened to Jack Ryder's mind when he transformed you must first understand Jack's history. He was born to humorless parents who wanted him to grow up to be a great scientist. As a young child he watched Looney Toons and imitated Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck. After college he married a droll, goal driven woman and never had children with her. When Jack went through the transformation it opend up the long dormant part in his mind.

"Hehehehe. What's wrong with my skin?"

He looks in the mirror and sees the lemon faced, green haired man staring back at him.

"I've done it, I have become Dunduda...A superhero! And as a superhero I need a change of outfit. Lemon man...Away!"

And with that he jumped out the nearby window and into the Gotham night.

With a clatter he landed into the nearest costume shop ten minutes later.

"Honey, I'm home."

The guy behind the counter looks up at him and exhales.

"Another weirdo, look in the back."

After ten minutes of rumaging around he finds what he's looking for.

"This is so me right?"

The guy behind the counter looks up and smiles.

"Sure thing, so how are you gonna pay?"

"I was thinking about...OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Jack points behind him and while the man turns to look, runs out of the costume shop, jumps ontop of a light pole and leaps onto a nearby building.

"People of Gotham, Listen to me now and hear me later. Where ever women and children are in danger, where ever crazy celebrities jump on couches, and where ever stupid executives turn superhero movies into "toy movies" I will be there. I am...The Creeper."

Gotham City just got a littler creepier.

In the star filled night of Gotham city a yellow figure darted through the alleyways and buildings.

"Nananananananana, Creeper! Creeper! Creeper!"

He stops on a lightpole and spots a drug dealer passing out crack to teenagers.

"Uh oh, My Creeper crotch is tingling."

He swoops down and grabs the dealer by his collar.

Later.

The Creeper stands over the drug dealer with a peice of rebar in his hand.

"Who can take a sunrise,
Sprinkle it with dew?
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two…"

He takes the rebar and swings down on the dealer's legs. He screams out in pain as the steel bar connects with his kneecaps, sharrering them in the process.

"The candyman, the candyman can,"

He pulls the bar up and drives it trough the dealer's stomach, blood starts to run out of his mouth as he coughs.

"The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good…"

With one final swing he lands a blow on the dealer's head. Crushing his skull in the process.

"This is your brain..."

He swings again at the dead dealer's head. It makes a sickening crack as his skull breaks.

"....And this is your brain on drugs."

He drops the peiece of steel and walks off into the night.

"Any questions?"

 

[twylight]

The night seemed to drag. Literally, it wasn't easy for me to stand around, in fact my patience for stake outs had been aquired, but it wasn't due to taste, only practicality and as two people entered the party it began to feel more and more tense. Lex Luthor and Carman Falcone.
It felt like the moments right before a case was broken. Not the days but literally the seconds leading up to it, senses seemd to heighten and an invisible force flooded the air with uncertainty. However instead of making me nervous I felt more a live than ever, a glance at Jason, after his initial tensness of seeing Falcone, showed that he felt the same. He caught my eye and smiled. I knew right then that he felt the same. Ths spark in the eye, the relaxed demeaner that covered the tenseness of excitement under the skin.

I realized that my eyes had dropped to his hands and my mind was no longer on the room but on him. Geez, I sound like a bad porno. I shudder, I'd never had urges for a guy before, was I totally misreading things and he was what was making me feel this way? He moved closer and whispered in my ear, causing me to doubt more.

"Looks like this should get exciting."

My doubts shatter into a million pieces and the thrill comes back again, no it definatly wasn't him, it was being able to share it with him. I glance at Falcone and Luthor talking.

"Can't be good having them talking."

"I'm not overly fond of the idea either." His hand dropped to his side and I noticed he pressed button on his pager.

"What are you doing?" It made no sense. The department always knew where Falcone was, everyone knew where Falcone was. He was just untouchable with his contacts in the cities goverment.

"He's away from home." He said simply.

I raise my eyebrow, that meant nothing. Even if he was away from his house the police couldn't touch him..the police...

"Who..?" No..they couldn't be..not without me.

Jason smiled.
"Don't worry. No breaking and entering, just some observation."

I shake my head.
"I don't know what you hope to accomplish. Especially since-"

"-fishnets."

"No I hadn't heard." Josh's voice seemed thoughtful as I spun around quickly, practically bumping into Jason.

Helena, curse her, noticed my interest.

"Mark was just telling us about a woman who showed up in the Mall a few days ago. She was wearing fishnet's and leather."

Mark's wife, a lady of no consequence, I had already erased her name from my mind, but brought it back up quickly, Megan it was, sniffed.

"Sounds like a harlot to me."

Mark shook his head and Jason piped up.
" Yeah I remember her, the Gotham Mall gainst the man called 'Dr. Freeze'. She had some amazing abilities, even though she got the hell beat out of her."

"How come we hadn't heard of her?"

Mark shrugs,
"Batman is at more of a premium these days, everyone else is a 'B' lister."

Josh took a sip of his drink eying me over the brim, my heart sinks. I'm so dead. I even ignore the 'B-lister' comment.

"What 'abilities' did she show?"

Mark looked at Jason, who'd obviously seen the footage.
"Her martial arts skills were amazing and she seemed pretty quick to come up with stratagies."

"Are you even allowed to talk about this?" I asked curiously.

Jason shrugged.
"It's no big secret, the news stations have the coverage."

"Why don't they show it?" Megan asked.

"Because 'Batman' is more popular." Mark reiterated.

Helena nodded in agreement as Megan went off about equel rights and Josh stared me down. He knew.

 

[Byrd Man]

In the star filled night of Gotham city a yellow figure darted through the alleyways and buildings.

"Nananananananana, Creeper! Creeper! Creeper!"

He stops on a lightpole and spots a drug dealer passing out crack to teenagers.

"Uh oh, My Creeper crotch is tingling."

He swoops down and grabs the dealer by his collar.

Later.

The Creeper stands over the drug dealer with a peice of rebar in his hand.

"Who can take a sunrise,
Sprinkle it with dew?
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two…"

He takes the rebar and swings down on the dealer's legs. He screams out in pain as the steel bar connects with his kneecaps, sharrering them in the process.

"The candyman, the candyman can,"

He pulls the bar up and drives it trough the dealer's stomach, blood starts to run out of his mouth as he coughs.

"The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good…"

With one final swing he lands a blow on the dealer's head. Crushing his skull in the process.

"This is your brain..."

He swings again at the dead dealer's head. It makes a sickening crack as his skull breaks.

"....And this is your brain on drugs."

He drops the peiece of steel and walks off into the night.

"Any questions?"

"Let me go man!"

High above the streets of Gotham, the boss of the drug dealer that Jack had killed was dangling on top of the Wayne Enterprises building. Jack held on to his ankle as the pusher begged for his life.

"I'll let you go, first tell me who you work for."

"I don't know I swear to god."

"SWEAR TO ME!!!!"

With those words he lets go of the pusher but catches him by his foot.

"Feel like talking now?"

"Fa...Falcone! Carmine Falcone! The Roman! Let me go man, I think I had a heart attack. I need to go to the hospital man."

Jack looks up and sees an ambulance parked at a red light below.

"Well today is your lucky day, Going down."

Jack giggled with delight as he let go and watched the pusher fall towards the earth.

"55th floor, Undergarments. 45th floor power tools. 35th floor, ties and men's apparel. 15th floor, sporting goods."

The pusher landed on the ambulance with a sickening pop. his body caved in the amblances roofg and exploded, his guts and inners flying all over the street.

"Clean up, aisle 2. Now Carmine Falcone is the man I need to see...If I were a rich mob boss, were would I be?"

He though about it before remembering an article in the paper this morning, back when he was sane.

"Bingo, bango, bongo. Wayne's party is were he'll be. Creeper...AWAY!"

And with that, he leaps off the roof of Wayne Enterprises and heads out towards the country, towards Wayne Manor.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Let me go man!"

High above the streets of Gotham, the boss of the drug dealer that Jack had killed was dangling on top of the Wayne Enterprises building. Jack held on to his ankle as the pusher begged for his life.

"I'll let you go, first tell me who you work for."

"I don't know I swear to god."

"SWEAR TO ME!!!!"

With those words he lets go of the pusher but catches him by his foot.

"Feel like talking now?"

"Fa...Falcone! Carmine Falcone! The Roman! Let me go man, I think I had a heart attack. I need to go to the hospital man."

Jack looks up and sees an ambulance parked at a red light below.

"Well today is your lucky day, Going down."

Jack giggled with delight as he let go and watched the pusher fall towards the earth.

"55th floor, Undergarments. 45th floor power tools. 35th floor, ties and men's apparel. 15th floor, sporting goods."

The pusher landed on the ambulance with a sickening pop. his body caved in the amblances roofg and exploded, his guts and inners flying all over the street.

"Clean up, aisle 2. Now Carmine Falcone is the man I need to see...If I were a rich mob boss, were would I be?"

He though about it before remembering an article in the paper this morning, back when he was sane.

"Bingo, bango, bongo. Wayne's party is were he'll be. Creeper...AWAY!"

And with that, he leaps off the roof of Wayne Enterprises and heads out towards the country, towards Wayne Manor.

A figure darts through the shadows caused by statley Wayne Manor, quietly humming the theme song to Mission Impossible.

"Dum Dum Dum Da Dum Dum Dum Dum...Dananan! Dannana! Danana Dunna."

With mighty leap he crashes through the front door of Wayne Manor and let's his presnce know to every guest at the party.

"I'm Robin Leech and welcome to Life Styles of The Rich and Famous! Today were touring statley Wayne Manor were Bruce Wayne live-"

He stops when he sees a drop dead gorgeous blond woman in a outfit that would make a ****e blush.

"Yowza!"

He sticks his fingers into his mouth and whistles loudly.

"ARROOOGGGAAAHHH!"

With every set of eyes on him he looks around and goes into serious mode.

"People of Gotham, I'm here to help......They call me Lemon Skinned Whacky Man! But you can call me the Creeper!"

 

[Batman]

EDIT: STUPID HYPE!!!

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

My approach towards Falcone ended up the way I thought it would. His haughtiness is evident. He thinks he owns Gotham. It's almost laughable.

He may or may not. It's still laughable that he would talk to me in such a tone. Imagine that. Falcone thinks he's untouchable.

"Honor indeed, you're too kind Carmine. But you see, I figured a bottomdweller such as yourself would feed from the bottom. Too ugly to rise above water it seems. Pity really."

I click out some morse signals on my cufflink inconspicously.

"So how's the family, Carmine. Still playing croquet? Vacationing in the Bahamas? Wearing sweater vests to the beach? It's been a while since our families have met. Not that I really have many bottomfeeding "family" members anymore. Regardless, it's been a while."

I can't believe I'm actually tolerating this. If it were any other circumstance... if I had less to lose... Falcone wouldn't have made it through the front door. Much less the dining hall. Sometimes I wonder if I should've even come back to this... Maybe I should've made the world think Bruce Wayne was dead, and operated as Batman for the rest of my days.

...

No. I couldn't do that. I know it's not what my parents would've wanted. Whether I like it or not, I'm stuck here. Watching a monster delve into conversation with a man I actually considered to be a corperate partner. I'm being tortured, even if it isn't that obvious.

I watch Falcone as he responds. He takes a sip of his drink while subtly stroking his tie, seemingly carefree of everything. I've never more wanted to beat the smug off of his face until n-

...Wait. Stroking his tie? No. He wasn't stroking it. He was... tapping it. Fixing a pendant on it. One with the Falcon logo he places on his italian shoes. I raise an eyebrow. Something about that isn't right. No one else would've caught it... But no one else in this room probably has the trained eyes of african bowmen to add to their resume of skill.

"Ah, the infamous Luthor wit. How I've missed that.", He responds. "Or rather, my family has. It and the Luthors are little concern to me these days. What, with winged vigilantes and Nazi flying men roaming the streets. It's almost as if they were spawned to meddle in certain... affairs."

Falcone's up to something. And I'm going to find out what it-

"Rachel."

I turn, seeing someone whisper something into Rachel's ear, from the side.

Wait. Wait just a minute. That's... Oh no. Phantom of the opera... Dent... He's still here. Before I can even move to do anything about it, He stops, and looks at me. It's definatley Dent. I recognise the uncovered side of his face from the case files I looked though. I have to say something. Have to acknowledge him, expose him... Get him away from here and away from my guests. But the words don't come out as he speaks.

"I enjoyed the party Mr. Wayne."

I blink, once, as he turns and leaves. Turning to Rachel, her expression is of obvious fear, as her eyes never leave Dent. What did he say to her?

"What did he-"

I look back, seeing as Dent leaves through the front door, stopping me in my sentance. Damn it. He's leaving. And the party hasn't even wound down yet. I've lost him again.

I turn to Rachel, who's still more than a little shaken by Dent's approach. I should probably lead her out of here... Being amongst everyone like this isn't the best for her right now. That, and I need to find out what Dent told her. It could provide a nessacary key in stopping him. If he told her anything vital.

I turn, heading for the stairs to the top floor, Rachel on my arm. She looks at me, questionably.

"What are you-"

I look back at her.

"Getting you out of here. You need to be alone. I... can understand the feeling.", I respond.

She halfway smiles at me, as we continue forward. All I can hope is that nothing goes...

*CRASH*

...wrong.

I close my eyes. I know I should look back. I'm just not sure if I want to. It was enivitable that something go wrong tonight... But I didn't expect it to be quite as loud. I shouldn't look back. But my body beats out my mind as I turn, eyebrow raised, as what I can only describe as a blur of yellow and red leaps into the room.

"I'm Robin Leech and welcome to Life Styles of The Rich and Famous! Today were touring statley Wayne Manor were Bruce Wayne live-"

What... in god's name...

I turn to Alfred, who's near me. His eyes are locked on our new intruder, as the dinner plate slips out of his hands, somewhat breaking the overwhelming silence that is placed throughout the room.

"Unless you hired entertainment without my consent, Get security.", I say.

Alfred nods, though his eyes are still wide, never taking them off of the obviously insane person who just entered. If it's even a person. I sigh to myself, walking forward as I go to greet this person, leaving Rachel behind me. I'm sure she'll be alright for now. I just need to have a word with our more than likely uninvited guest.

First, Falcone. Then Dent. Now this... Creeper, as he calls himself. Usually, I'd be in far more control of situations transpiring in my home... but even I have to ask, as this point...

What the hell is going on?

 

[batnkevlar]

IC: Bruce Wayne



I can't believe I'm actually tolerating this. If it were any other circumstance... if I had less to lose... Falcone wouldn't have made it through the front door. Much less the dining hall. Sometimes I wonder if I should've even come back to this... Maybe I should've made the world think Bruce Wayne was dead, and operated as Batman for the rest of my days.

...

No. I couldn't do that. I know it's not what my parents would've wanted. Whether I like it or not, I'm stuck here. Watching a monster delve into conversation with a man I actually considered to be a corperate partner. I'm being tortured, even if it isn't that obvious.

I watch Falcone as he responds. He takes a sip of his drink while subtly stroking his tie, seemingly carefree of everything. I've never more wanted to beat the smug off of his face until n-

...Wait. Stroking his tie? No. He wasn't stroking it. He was... tapping it. Fixing a pendant on it. One with the Falcon logo he places on his italian shoes. I raise an eyebrow. Something about that isn't right. No one else would've caught it... But no one else in this room probably has the trained eyes of african bowmen to add to their resume of skill.

"Ah, the infamous Luthor wit. How I've missed that.", He responds. "Or rather, my family has. It and the Luthors are little concern to me these days. What, with winged vigilantes and Nazi flying men roaming the streets. It's almost as if they were spawned to meddle in certain... affairs."

Falcone's up to something. And I'm going to find out what it-

"Ahh yes, I heard the infamous Lil' Carmine had split off from his family. Separation runs in both our families."

I remember what he said.

"So does a hatred for Ubermensch."

~Luthor, we heard some electrical interference. Probably another frequency. Over~

Another frequency? I see a reporter, could be his. But I'll play the hunch.

"Carmine, Carmine, you don't trust me do you?"