The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[batnkevlar]

I here that word, who could possibly know about it?!?! Im sure Adam could help me now; but this is Lex Luthor, a multi-billionaire, the biggest economic icon of this city, and by god i know if i let Adam out he'll make short work of him and we'd be left looking like murderers.

"Where did you learn that word?" I ask him nervously, those guns look mighty big; even though im hoping he wont just shoot me.

"He knows our secret Tim, dont spare him... let me out and I will deal with this cretin who dare speak that word in front of us. He thinks because he is the head of this company he can intimidate me? nothing scares me, I had ten-fold these riches in Egypt. One way or another Tim, you're gonna let me out, you see those guns? well im guessing hes going to shoot you... and if he shoots you, then your gonna have to let me out if you want to live."

I stare at Luthor and chuckle, this man cost me my life a few years back; and i'd be damned if I let him do it again. I clenched my fists and stepped closer towards him.

"No closer," I say, warning him. He didn't listen to the first warning. No need to give him a second one.

I turn on a high pitched audio-pain transmitter. I myself have my headphones on my head, and my earplugs. This man is human, at least for right now. I can just imagine the pain he's in.

I speak into the mike "Mercy, twelve Bots and a carrier-skel."

I shoot the ground at his feet.

"No more. Answer my goddamn questions."

 

[Mr.Valentine]

"SHAZAM!!!!"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

I remember my teachings under the very much fabled at the time 'shadow kings' of Bhutanese legend, right before I went under the training of Ra's Al Ghul. The first thing I was taught was the value of patience. It is, first and foremost, the key to a successful mission.

I've already made it past the gate to Thorne's office. The guards are still intact. If everything goes to how I've planned, it may stay that way. Now I loom within the shadows of the side of the building. I stay alert of everything around me. Two armed guards at the front gate. Three patrolling. Six inside, Two Unarmed. Thorne's made sure to keep himself protected. He's obviously afraid of his enemies.

A good man has virtually nothing to fear. A man whose committed countless sins... Countless crimes against humanity? They have everything to fear...

I round the corner, making precise steps to not catch the attention of the guard I'm approaching. Then, swiftly, I grab his arm. Before he has time to fight back, I strike the side of my hand against one of his veins with the right amount of force. He goes down, easily, out cold. Looking back, I drag his body into the shadows. Don't want to alert the other patrolling guards of danger, after all...

Using my newfound clearance of this side of the build to my advantage, I enter, slowly opening and closing the door behind me. Immediatley, I duck into a shadowed area, once more, as a guard rounds the corner.

"Huh. Weird. Thought I heard something..."

Damn it. I wasn't quiet enough. I need to catch up on sleep, when I get back to the hotel... I'm losing awareness. I watch as the guard turns around. Leaping from the shadows, I dive behind him, throwing my leg forward. He trips, and falls on his back. I spin, hitting him with a nerve punch to his neck, aswell. He's out. One down, five to go. I hope this is worth it...

* * *

Thorne enters his office, after yelling at one of his employees over the phone in another room. Something about a cargo manifest that was spilled. I remind myself to look into that once I'm done, here...

As he sits down, I step from the shadows.

"Where is the file of Harvey Dent?"

He nearly jumps from his chair, as he suddenly finds himself face to face with me. Not that I'm giving him a choice, in the matter.

"What the hell? Who are you?! How dare you come here without my consent! JOHNNY! RICO!"

I look back at the door, before looking at him.

"Save your breath. They won't be hearing you anytime soon."

He looks at me, stunned.

"What did you do?"

"Took any nessacary precautions to make sure you and I were alone. They're alive. But inresponsive at the moment."

I step forward.

"Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm The Batman. Which brings us to the point..."

I slam my fist onto his desk, giving him a good shock.

"WHERE IS THE FILE OF HARVEY DENT?"

He tenses. I'd enjoy that, were I slightly more deranged.

"I... I don't know what you're talking abou-"

I grab him by the shirt, hoisting him across his desk as I bring his face to meet mine. I don't have time for games.

"You do. And you're going to tell me. NOW. Unless you want to experience what your men went through firsthand."

"OKAY! OKAY! I... It's in the file cabinent... T-To your right..."

I drop Thorne, walking over to the cabinent. Looking into it, through the various names of obviously stolen files, I find one of an 'Apollo' Dent. Harvey Dent's nickname, throughout his career. I open it, making sure it's not an empty file, before closing it back up. I've came for what I've needed.

And that's when I hear the gun click, behind me. I turn to Thorne, now holding an 8 milimeter magnum.

"Just because my highly overpayed protection didn't follow through doesn't mean I can't damn well protect myself. Now, the file. Or I'll redecorate my office with your brains."

I stand still, for a moment. My face emits no emotion as I hold up the file. Then, I throw it into the air. As Thorne looks up at it, distracted, a Batarang meets his hand, knocking the gun out of it. He shouts in pain, as I leap forward, kicking him into a trophy case. He slumps over, as unconscious as his men. I hold my hand out, and catch the file before it falls to the ground.

"And just because you have a coward's weapon, doesn't mean you're well protected. Be seeing you."

I know he won't hear me... But I needed to get it off my chest. Guns don't make brave men. Courage does. Guns just make cowardice more obvious. I know that all too well...

* * *

As I drive out of the area, in The Batmobile, I look up at the sky from the windshield. Dawn. The sun is rising, and my night has ended. Time to go home.

I look over at the file on the opposite seat. Was it worth it? I think about the look on Thorne's face as he was kicked back into Trophy case.

Yes. It damn well was.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze begins tinkering with his suit at his hideout. The death of Ben Carlson and the destruction of the cancer is research is spreading throughout the media. Mr. Freeze doesn't show any emotion for he has more pressing matters at hand.

Now that I have incorperated the new technology my suit shall be even more powerful than before.

He finishes the last few modifications.

Yes I can feel the new power and new programs coursing through this suit. Soon gotham will learn what it is to suffer!

He lumbers out of his hideout looking for his next challenge.

 

[batnkevlar]

"SHAZAM!!!!"

From the flash of lightning and energy, I see the man I knew from the vid displays. Gold and black and all that. I had a hunch. We'll see.

I hold the SCE and aim it towards his face. He reminds me of the Blue Boy. The one with the red cape. If it's any consolation, I figure he's superfast too. Faster than the speed of sound? Probably. Can't take the chance.

"Very good. I suppose you are to kill me? I am an impatient fellow, I have a dinner date with Chase in twenty minutes. I hope to have at least fifteen minutes to get ready."

I then realize we're near a lightning rod, near the top of the building. And the Man is standing right next to it.

"At least let me have a smoke," I comment, taking out a cigarette. "You want one? No? Oh ok, more for me I guess."

I click a button on my watch. The audio recording from earlier plays loudly. It's this man, yelling his name.

"SHAZAM!!!!"

A huge bolt of lightning strikes down at his feet, hitting the rod. As the energy fades away, I see a shell of a god. Not much to marvel at. A black shadow of his former self.

I throw down my SCE, and I pull out my pistol. I cock the hammer back and I place it to his head.

"Get off my goddamn building."

And I pull the trigger.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

IC: The Joker

Jack stood in the midst of the worst of Gotham City's organized crime, yet for some reason could not think of a better place to be.

It had been three months since Jeannie told him the "good news." While Jack did want to have children with her, he still felt his stomach drop and his throat clinched for one reason and one reason only:

MONEY.

***

The Joker was not making the press he expected.

He started off in what he called the "serial killer angle": quietly off a couple people with assorted instrements (his personal favorite was Number 4--a condoment and a pair of wire cutters is all the description needed), but apparently Gotham was such a horrorable place that he got bumped to page FIVE.

Tonight, he decided in taking on someone big...someone personal...

***

Chuckie Sol was an important man, a powerful man, a money man.

Jack heard rumors of him, fairly standard mobster stuff--self-respecting businessman at day, Don Vito at night. Because of this, Jack went to him first, asking for a job.

Jack was not sure if he was expecting a legal job, and if he was not, then if it was what he really wanted; despite that, he still started a few weeks later as one of Sol's low-level mob enforcer.

His job was to find people that owed Sol money, ask them if the had Sol's money, and if they did not, then Jack would have to beat them until the money magically appeared or until the message was delivered: give Chuckie Sol his money, or either the next beating will be even worse, or they will be dead.

Jack handled a lot of money while being one of Chuckie Sol's button men...but rarely got as much walking out of Chuckie Sol's office for his less-than-honorable "paycheck"--a white envelope with about a dozen 100 dollar bills; barely enough to keep the rent and pay for food and gas, let alone get him, Jeannie, and the boy growing inside of her (not that he knew, but Jack wanted a boy) out of poverty.

That might have been why things turned out the way they did, but it might have meant to be, the former-Jack did not know or care.

***

Chuckie Sol sat in his high-level office late that night, filling out the last of his paperwork. After putting his signature at the bottom of one, he lifted his head up high to try and get some creaks of his neck--as much as he could without the artheritis stabbing him, that was.

He did not hear the door lowly creaking in opening and closing, nor the soft footsteps, but Chuckie Sol did hear the sound of his CD player opening and closing, and then the sound of colliding coins and beeping registers. He looked up and saw a man leaning on the shelf containing the CD player, in the shadows with a cane tapping to the musical metal. A guitar started as the man came closer to him. Just as Sol was about to speak, the man started, in a voice that was somehow droll and cheery, calm and excited, and always projecting.

"Hello there, Chucky. I'm not sure if you remember me--hell, I'm not even sure if I remember me!--but I know what you are, and...well, they make songs for a reason. I may not be a music man--I'm a Joker, you see--but I'll let ole' Pink here explain it for me..."

Money
Get away
Get a good job with more pay
And you're okay

Chuckie went for his top left cabnet and reached for his pistol but felt a stinging sensation in his shoulder. He looked down and saw something stabbed deep into his shoulder--it appeared to be a playing card...a joker...

Money
It's a gas
Grab that cash
With both hands
And make a stash

The Joker laughed under his pale, grining mask at Sol's pain. He felt emmense satasfaction--not exactly the happiness and amusement he got from the last punchlines, but...vengence, but he was not exactly sure why...

New car,
Caviar,
Four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me
A football team

Joker took a spray bottle out of the belt under his dark-purple trenchcoat, ran towards Sol, leaped onto Sol's desk, and sprayed a light green liquid right into Sol's eyes and mouth. Sol tried1 to attack but Joker quickly punched Sol in the stomach, stomped onto his groin, and took Sol's nameplate and repeatedly bashed him over the head with it--mostly to subdue Sol as Joker's concoction took its effect, but also to see if someone could actually "wear out" someone else's name.

Whack, whack, whack, the dull sounds of precious gold meeting onto the skull of an old man, echoed through the room alongside the music still playing; all the while, in The Joker's mind, images of a possible past with Chuckie Sol bouncing in his mind.

Money
Get back
"I'm all right, Jack,
Keep your hands off my stack."

***

... Jack stood in the midst of the worst of Gotham City's organized crime ...

... for one reason and one reason only:

MONEY.

***

... Jack handled a lot of money while being one of Chuckie Sol's button men...but rarely got as much walking out ...

... That might have been why things turned out the way they did...

***

Money
It's a hit
Don't give me that
"Do goody-good bulls**t

It had been too long since The Joker gave Sol the punchline, but it wasn't taking effect. Cursing under his breath, The Joker put down the blood-stained nameplate, grabbed the bottle again, took off the spray nozzle and dropped the whole liquid onto Sol's face.

Chuckie's screams nearly drowned out the music as the chemicals started to burn into his open wounds and bitterly went down his throat. His gag reflex tried to get the liquid out of his inards, but Joker's punch to the solar plexus made gagging nearly impossible.

Finally, Sol stopped screaming. It was quiet for less than a second and a half, but then Sol started to smally giggle--when before it was impossible to get the offending chemical out, it was now impossible to let anything in. Sol started to laugh hysterically, sweat poured down all over, everywhere in Sol's body, things were letting go.

The Joker smiled under his mask, took the nameplate back, stood back up upon the desk and used the the nameplate as a "microphone" and gave Chuckie Sol a last performence.

I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

The bridge of the song started, and The Joker still performed, playing air guitar as Chuckie Sol's heart started to sieze and Sol gave one final gasping laugh.

Money it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie

The Joker crouched down and looked at Sol's dead, grinning face. He took a small eight-ball out of his belt and threw it at the window, breaking a good chunk out of the middle. The Joker then took his leg and kicked as hard as he could at Sol, making the chair further break the window and allowed Sol to fly out of the building, limply flopping about in the air in positions amusing only to the Clown Prince observing Chuckie Sol's final moments, and then turning into grey, pink, and surprisingly green mush on the concrete pavement.

Money so they say
Is the root of all evil today

The Joker grinned, sure that he would get some good press this time.

But if you ask for a rise
It's no surprise
That they're
Giving none away

He walked out of the desk, and started out of the office, the final conversation of the song echoing through the office until finally finishing and leaving the office in almost total silence...although one could almost hear the two men's laughs still echoing through the room.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out."

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

"I don't want to hear a single word from you got it!"

"Yeah yeah."

I ring the doorbell and Barbera answers the door, I deepen my voice so she don't recognize my voice.

"Is your dad home?"

She nodes her head.

"Hey dad its for you."

James walks to the door with a look of caution on his face.

"Can I help you?"

"Come on Jimbo, don't recognize your friend when you see him?"

 

[twylight]

I tap my finger on the desk and stare at the Newspaper in front of me.

Just what I need. No doubt ‘Batman’ will be on the trail of this guy. Or…not..he’s working an angle on Harvey Dent, that much is obvious from the thousands of notes and stickie notes blanketing my desk. I’ve been at this for hours, literally. I came directly here after my midnight meeting with the lord of darkness. It’s more than a little disconcerting that while I was going around stopping level 0 criminals Batman was taking out level 6 bad guys. I bring my hands to my face and silently scream into them.

I was supposed to cut him down to size last night, but he knows my identity. Not fair.

I push aside the newspaper, Milly had brought it in with her not half an hour ago. Flopping it on the desk in front of me waking me up from an unwanted cat nap. I sigh, mom had called soon after that mad that I hadn’t come home at all. I shuffle through the notes I’d collected. It’s not easy to explain to a button up old JSAer that some things are better handled at night.

I pull out a little piece of paper and read it the cryptic words standing out, each in different ink colors:

Batman
Harvey Dent

I twist my mouth and add another one:

Laughing man

Sticking it into my jeans pocket, thank goodness I had an extra change of clothes here, I look at my desk. Time to make something out of nothing. I start organizing.

Harvey Dent’s professional had been easy to track down, and I’m a little upset that I’d been given such a thankless job. A quick call down to legal records and a contact there had given me acres of information. Mobsters prosocuted most of them aquitted still, Mob Bosses in this town carry grudges and if Harvey got as close to them as some of the briefs suggest then they’d want him out of the picture. His childhood had been harder.

I look down at the legal pad filled with notes and sigh at the depressing tone. Normally a straight A student, bright and with a great future. He still had a slightly mean streak and it was not unusual for him to turn in a top ‘A’ school assignement and then turn in a smaller student to the nurse with top ‘A’ injuries.

I tap the file on the desk to even the papers out and then set it aside. The worn patina of the desk now visible.

“Are you leaving now?”

I look up to see Milly standing in the doorway.

I shake my head.
“Nope, it’s only 10 I’ve got the whole day.” I pick up the phone and dial GCPD.

Milly shakes her head.
“You’re mother wants you home. She’s called me twice in the last 20 minutes.”

I smile and put my feet on the desk as I answer her and the receptionist at the PD.
“Why do you think I had you hold my calls? Yes, Detective division.”

Milly rolled her eyes and left.

“Detective Divison, Bard.”

I sit up and my feet come down.
“Jason?!”

“The one and only. Heard about the Metropolis incident. Do all party’s you go to turn into villians and heroes?”

I smile into the phone.
“I wouldn’t wonder.” My smile falls as I remember Roy. Jason seems so bland compared to that.

“Maybe we should put the theory to the test.”

I raise my eyebrow.
“Have some inside info on a party?”

“That’ Dinah?” Slams voice is in the background.

“I do actually.”

“Dinah.”

I jumped a little at Slam’s voice.

“Don’t use the charm on the job blue bird.” Slam said to Jason whom I heard give a little laugh.

“I’ll see ya around Dinah.” followed by a slight click.

“No.”

“’No’ what?”

“You are not touching this case with a ten foot pole. Even if I had something to give you, which I can’t I wouldn’t allow it. This guy..”

I lean forward and scracth a few notes out.
“So you know who it is?”

“Certain aspects of this murder match a few of the other killings. His MO has taken a dangerous turn and I don’t want you mixed up in it.”

“Bradley, Bard get moving I want you – “ The phone died for a second as Slam but his hand over the end of it preventing me from hearing the rest of Loabs inevitable rant.

“I’ve got to go. Be safe and no.” The phone went click and I looked at it for a moment before hanging it up.

I lean back thinking.
If it was the same guy then all the killings would be linked. More than likely All the killings before were mob related, he was a button man most likely. The pay was never good in those outfits. I put my fingers to my forehead and massage. So, he got upset, killed the Mob Boss and stole the money?

Mobsters aren’t normally that easy to take out. Precautions are taken, but only the very wise Mobsters take precautions from their own. Sol was small-time compared to Falcone, and that was saying something, but he ruled his territory and interests with an iron hand.

Falcone and all the other Mobsters would make a move for Sol’s territory and the mob lines would shift yet again. Like a huge game of chess. The trick is to stay three moves ahead.

I look at the clock 20 minutes till noon, grabbing my jacket I race out the door.

“I’ll be back later Milly. You can lock up when you leave.”

 

[Batman]

(IC: Bruce Wayne)

I wake up inside the Wayne Enterprises warehouse. The Batmobile sits across from me, outside the room. My suit and equipment hands on a table behind me. How did-

...

I slept here. I was so busy reading up on Dent's file that I didn't regard my need for sleep. I should've saved it until after I had gotten rest, but I so caught up in what I was doing. Alfred comes in, holding a glass of water.

"I do hope you won't make a habit of this. Though lord knows you've made quite a few habits since you returned to Gotham..."

I clear my throat, taking the glass as I rub my eyes.

"No promises.", I respond, I taking the glass.

"Very well. Perhaps this morning's headline will better aide in bringing you to a point of alertness, Sir.", He says, handing me a folded copy of the newspaper. I take it.

The glass nearly shatters on the floor, before Alfred catches it.

A new madman on the loose? One using laughter as a weapon, at that?

One thing I've learned, over my time dealing with the more "unusual" criminal element in Gotham City. They all have gimmicks. The first one I encountered used fear as a motif. Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow. The second used elements of cold, both literally and figuretively. Victor Fries, Mr. Freeze. And while Dent's gimmick is still, as of yet, unclear... It's quite obvious he's using one, considering both Salvatore Maroni and Carmine Falcone live on this day, while a drifter is now left with only one hand.

But this? This has to be the strangest one I've seen yet. It's not impossible... Infact, I'm already guessing the killer used the toxin to enter certain nerves to trigger that reaction... But it's the choice. Laughter...

When will this end? I didn't expect this in my wildest dreams. When I trained around the world, I expected the common criminal. I expected corruption. I expected the usual things. Never, once, did I expect this level of insanity. People who use fear, cold, and laughter to feed their obviously unwell minds and desires of torment and torture. I never expected...

...Me. I too have taken a motif, in battling these forms of criminality. That of an animalistic persona. It begs the question... Am I the reason for all of this? Did my theatrics inspire duplicates used in the purpose of torment?

I look at Alfred. It's too late to worry about that. I have to put a stop to this 'Laughing' killer before he can attack anyone else. And Dent... Damn it, I can't do it all, no matter how much I tell myself I can. But I can't give up on either cases. I have to manage... After all, it's the only way I can know that I can't, for sure.

"I suppose you'll want me to ready your suit for another outing, then."

"What?"

"You slept the whole day. It's almost sundown as of now."

I raise an eyebrow, but this is actually perfect. I can get right back to work...

"If you'd be so kind."

* * *

(IC: Batman)

The bodysuit goes on first. I can feel my entire body mending into it's armored form. Then the boots. Then the gloves. The belt. I whip the cape around my back, and fasten it with the emblem I click onto the chest plate. The cowl goes on last, as the lenses begin to glow, upon being placed infront of my retinas.

I feel it. The rush of the thrill. The anticipation. The sense of readiness, as I step out to the Batmobile.

I feel alive.

The car roars into the night, as I see Gotham for the first time today. I'm reminded of what I'm doing out there... What the purpose of it all is. Whether it be a laughing killer, a fear obsessed madman, a District Attorney gone insane, a former doctor with a newfound temperature fetish, or some other threat... I'm going to stand between them and Gotham, and never back down.

 

[twylight]

“Hmm..” I stick my pencil behind my ear and look up from the paper I’d scribbled on. GCPD had a whole one block radius blocked off. Apparently there was quite a mess to clean up and only the blood samples had been sent to the lab last night. The whole place swarmed with tabloid photographers and freelances with only two of Gotham’s news channel’s parked down the street.

I’d gone over the whole 5 blocks surrounding the office building and only found one thing. I flip it over in my hand a playing card, the Joker card to be specific. I sigh and tuck the bag containing it into my motorcycle bag. It wasn’t much and it probably belongs to someone in the surrounding buildings. Still it’s a shot in the dark.

I check my watch. Just in time for another quick jaunt and a called in favor before I have to get my hands dirty.

20 minutes later I’m knocking on wooden door off the office, the brownstone of the building has stood the test of time and the 40’s utilitaria style of it is clean, the alley next to it however is tagged in several places.

“Hello.”

I turn as the door opens and smile at the spectacled woman, only a few years older than myself, her curvy form in a business skirt and white blouse, her blonde hair piled high on her head in coils.

“It’s good to see you again Miss Lance.”

“It’s nice to see you again too Dr. Quinzel.” She smiled and motioned me in as I glanced at the brass plaque outside the door before stepping into the office.

I turn one I enter the sparce but tastefully decorated lobby. It’s nothing like a normal office. Two glass door’s both frosted are on the far wall.

“Thank you for seeing me after hours.”
She waves her hand absently.

“Not a problem at all, especially after all you did to..” she stopped and her smile wavered a second before she motioned to the door on the left.
“In my office?” she suggested as she lead me in.

I enter into a room that looks like it’s straight out of an old 1940’s movie. It’s like a shrunk down library set. All the walls lined with books and books, the dark wood giving it a warm feel. Her delicate desk is set in the middle with a large window behind it, the fuzzy lines of bars over the window are visible through the frosted glass. She takes a seet behind her metal and glass desk and motioned me to one of the swoopy leather chairs.

She laughs a little at my glancing around.

“This is the business end of my job. My fainting couch is in my therepy room.” she motioned to the wall indicating the room the other door lead to.

“Now, you had someone you wanted me to profile?”

I nod and hand her a large file. Everything I’d gotten about Harvey Dent’s childhood.

She opened it gently and flipped through it. Her hands graceful and her face intent. Minutes ticked by and she seemed lost in the words. School records, grades, a few first hand accounts from friends, doctors records. I’d had Milly white out his name so that it was anonymous. I glance at the clock realizing that time had flown by, the shadows outside seemed to be early evening shadows now. Harleen suddenly gave a little jolt as if seeing me for the first time.

“OH! I’m sorry I tend to forget things sometimes can I get you a drink?” SHe asked taking her glasses off and rubbing the arc of her nose.

I shake my head.
“No thank you, I’m fine. What do you think?” I ask flicking on my recorder and setting it on the desk.

She smiles weakly and flips idly through the pages again.
“This person is…or was borderline on Dissociative identity disorder and could very well be diagnosed with it now.”

“Schizophrenia?”

She shakes her head.
“No. Schizophrenia is a ‘shattered mind’ and affects the cognitive abilities of the person it afflicts. There are varying degrees of that, but this individual displays amazing focus in whatever he does. Good or bad.”

She flipped and stopped at a page.
“The GPA is amazing, yet the injuries he inflicts are almost deadly in the two instances and the pranks listed are so thought through and sophisticated for a person of this age. The family background is the damning part of it.”

I give her a blank look and she leans back preparing to give a lecture.

“Most people with Dissociative identity disorder have been abused as children. This individual certainly matches with that, as seen from the Social Services record. The disorder is the basic coping mechanism of the individuals coping mind. The ego integrity of the person, the person’s ability to incorporate events and experiences, is disintegrated. Dissociation is such profound collapse in the ego integrity of an individual that the personality literally breaks apart. Someone with Dissociative identity disorder is pulling away from a situation, or situation’s that he or she can not cope with, however some part of the individual remains connected to reality.” she pauses and taps a slender finger to a page in the file.

“Here, it’s where the break happens. The person, I’m guessing male because of the violence, beats up someone badly. From then on the record is stellar, all the way through High School and College, the ‘perfect’ person. Almost too perfect. This individual has anger issues, most likely brought on by the abuse he received when he was a child. It leaked out in elementary school and Jr. High However in this instance he broke. He realized that what he was doing was wrong and probably decided never to let it happen again. Thus surpresing a part of him, disconnecting that piece from being in control. For all the perfection displayed there are several symptoms that can be there to indicate it.

Depression
anxiety (sweating, rapid pulse, palpitations)
phobias
panic attacks
physical symptoms (severe headaches or other bodily pain)
fluctuating levels of function, from highly effective to disabled
time distortions, time lapse, and amnesia
sexual dysfunction
eating disorders
sleeping disorders (insomnia, sleepwalking, night terrors)
posttraumatic stress
suicidal preoccupations and attempts
episodes of self-mutilation
psychoactive substance abuse” she paused and I lean back allowing the information to sink in.

“You really think that’s it?” She nodded.

“Oh, there are several other possibilities but this one seems the most likely. Especially in the pattern here.” again came the finger tap.

“A dramatic mood shift, personality shift if you will. He might not even know he has it and it might never affect him unless he’s face with an incident that would draw the other personality out.”

I sit for a few more minutes, the information is invaluable and it’s so much to take in. I marvel at her. She’s so analytical; she’s made such a life for herself. She’s so sure and confident.

I stand up and she follows suit closing the folder and handing it back to me.

‘Thank you so much Dr.-“

“Harleen” She corrects.

“Harleen. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it and feel free to come by anytime. I do enjoy something a little more out of the ordinary than kleptomaniacs and depression. Most things are so easy to discover when the person is right in front of you. This way it actually stretches my mind a little to figure it out. But, remember.” she tapped the folder in my hand as we paused in front of the front door.

“I’m not 100% sure on this one. It’s just what he’s most likely to have.”

I smile and open the door.
“Thank you so much.”

Stepping out the early evening has crept over Gotham City. I curse mentally. I wanted to go a few rounds in the area where the other murders had gone on. Maybe I just will anyway. I check my watch. Milly already left for the night and I need to type this up for the local man in black. I get on the motorcycle.
He’s turning me into a freakin secretary.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze enters the Gotham City cemetary and kneels before his wife's grave.

He says, "I know you probably do not approve of any of the murders that I have committed especially your father's. Your father once was a good man but he chose the path of the wicked and for that he had to be dealt with. The others had to be dealt with as well. I am sorry for what I have done and what I will continue to do, but there is no other way for my thurst for vengence to be satisfied. I was willing to die from the freezing serum but Jon Walker had a large role in creating what you now see before you and now Gotham will pay for his interference. The only way I can continue this path is if all ties to Victor Freis are laid to rest."
He pulls out his freezing gun and uses it to create a headstone which says:

DR. VICTOR FREIS
HUSBAND
1976-2006

Once he is finished he says to Nora, "Goodbye Mrs. Nora Freis may you and your husband now rest in peace....and long live Mr. Freeze"

He lumbers away from the graveyard and into the night.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

IC: The Joker

The Joker felt like celebrating.

"I just killed a man and got in the paper for it! Drinks are on me!"

The Joker walked into the small pub, occupied with mostly old drunks already passed out from mid-morning benders and a bunch of roudy kids that most mothers would tie a noose around their necks if their children turned out like that. The Joker smiled under his mask.

Dumb kids I can put into my little crusade and...target practice. This is already turning out to be a great bar, I'll have to come here more often.

The Joker leaped onto the stool and waited for the barkeep to get his order. He felt like a million bucks--he killed an old geezer that deserved it, and finally got some reconision for it. He wasn't done yet, not by a long shot, but he was more than ready to start a little celebrating before going back to his plans.

"What do you want?" The barkeep asked.

"Your best scotch on the rocks and keep it coming," The barkeep walked away to get the order ready, leaving The Joker to start interesting the punk kids. They would be prime canidates for his highest goons--not too smart and not too dumb, gullible and dependable. He turned around to face the punks, let his dark purple trenchcoat open, showing all of his assorted death-dealing goodies show (not those goodies, you pervs), and waited for them to come to him.

As the barkeep put the drink next to his hand, one of them came to him like a moth to the flame--a slightly chubby man in all black with assorted IRA symbols all over his clothes.

"'Mornin' sir," he said in an 'surprisingly' fake Irish accent, "me and my mates were wonderin' with what you said when you came in an' all...yer' the guy who whacked the old man, Chuckie Sol?"

"That's right, 'boyo,' what's it to ya?"

The Joker took his glass and held it as the "Irishman" was speaking.

"Well, me and my mates are quite impressed and we wanted to buy you a...wait, forgive my askin', but how are you going to drink that with your mask in the way?" The Joker digged into a pocket in his trenchcoat and took out a long sippy straw out. "Ah, so anyway, we was wonderin' if we could buy you a drink."

The Joker put his straw into the drink. "Well, I already have one, but, I am looking for some companions I can trust on my further misadventures, and I think you crazy kids might be the very ticket. Relay that message to your friends and let me know what you decide."

The Joker turned himself back around and paid attention to his drink. After finishing his second and starting on his third, The Joker was greeted by the whole gang of kids--only the Irishman had the IRA symbols, but the rest had various anarchy and wiccan symbols on their black clothes.

"I'll take that as a yes, then? Well, let me finish my drink, and then we can push off." The Joker sucked on his sippy straw all the scotch and stood up, walking out of the bar.

"HEY! You have to pay for that!" The barkeep yelled out. The Joker grinned and took a grenade out of his belt.

*BOOM*

"A good barkeep should know that you don't yell at a customer...espically when the customer has large caliber exposives and he's near a whole bunch of flamable alcohol."

The Joker and the rest of his newly aquired seven "diciples" walked down the street, Dirty Dozen style, off for their next stop of mayhem and The Joker's quest...

 

[Venom160]

{Harvey Dent}

"I don't want to hear a single word from you got it!"

"Yeah yeah."

I ring the doorbell and Barbera answers the door, I deepen my voice so she don't recognize my voice.

"Is your dad home?"

She nodes her head.

"Hey dad its for you."

James walks to the door with a look of caution on his face.

"Can I help you?"

"Come on Jimbo, don't recognize your friend when you see him?"

{Harvey Dent}

"Harvey is that really you?"

"Why did you skip out on our meeting?"

"Something came up and I had noway to contact you."

"Ok than."

"Come in."

I walk in like iv done many times before, James closes the door behind me and heads through the living room into the kitchen. He looks over at Barbera sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Go to your room Barbera."

"But dad...."

"Go to your room now!"

She gets up and heads upstairs and slams her door.

"Sorry about that."

"Shes just a kid. You shouldnt be so hard on her, im not here to hurt anyone."

"What are you here for?"

"I need help."

"I should say so after what you did to that poor guy."

"That 'poor guy' was a armed theif that was breaking into someone's house, I simply stopped him and punished him accordingly."

"You cut his goddamn hand off!"

"At least we know he wont be breaking into anyone elses house."

"Harvey why have you been doing this?"

"You know why, im going to find the person or persons that killed Gilda and almost killed me."

"So why are you here?"

"Im stuck, I thought it was either Maroni or Falcone that was behind it but it wasent."

"So you want me to help you find who did this too you?"

"Not you. But I know that you have a way of contacting a certian Bat, hes' the only one that can help me now."

"I can't make any promises Harv."

"Just try, thats all I ask."

I turn and head for the door.

"Wait if I can get ahold of him where do I tell him to meet you?"

I stop at the front door and turn back to look at him.

"Tell him to meet me at the Gotham shipyard."

I walk out the door.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

Tonight didn't start out as eventful as I had hoped. With still no leads to the whereabouts of Harvey Dent, regardless if I have his file or not, I'm left at a dead end. Shifting my focus from that to the 'Laughing' killer case, I found... nothing. Absolutely nothing. I listened in on coversations through the shadows of some dead end alleyways. No one knew who he was, or why he killed Chuckie 'Bigs' Sol.

I stand on Gotham Tower, the highest point in the city, hoping to get better luck with a bird's eye view. Even tuning in the radar on my antenna inside the cowl, I can't pick up anything substantial. I'm running out of options. I should be focused on getting to Dent or the killer before anyone else can, but at the same time, I need to meet Dinah Lance and Rachel Dawes. Lance, to learn what she found out about Dent that I couldn't, and Dawes, who has some files she wants me to look up on Carmine 'The Roman' Falcone.

Better get a move on... The sooner I get that out of the way, the be-

*BLIP*

I look down at my belt. It's the transmitter. It only beeps like that when another party in possession of a duplicate transmitter. Only two other people possess it, and since Alfred usually calls me directly through the unit in my cowl...

I pick it up, press the button, and hold it to my ear.

"Gordon. What is it?"

"If you're still looking for Harvey, don't bother. He came here."

...

What?

"There? At your home?"

"Yes."

"Did he hurt anyone? Are you and your family alright?"

"We're fine... That's not the issue, here. Listen. The reason he came to me... And this is going to sound strange... But he didn't come for me. He came looking for you."

Me? Why would he automatically think to go to me? We've never even met.

"How did he know to go to me?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. He wants you to help him find the murderer of his wife."

"Is he still there?"

"No. But he did tell me where he was headed. The Gotham Shipyard. I'd send some squad cars down there, but we don't want to scare him off. Or send him into a deeper insanity. He said he wanted you to meet him there."

I consider it. I shouldn't get involved if I don't have to. But... at the same time, Gordon's right. If he sent some of his men down there... There's no telling how Dent would react. He could even get angered, and go after Gordon's family. I cannot allow that, or Dent's escape.

I have to.

"Stay there. Lock your all entrance points of your home. Doors, windows... Any entrances that someone could easily enter. Keep your wife and children within eye range until dawn. DO NOT let your guard down for even a second."

"Alright. But what about you?"

I leap off of the building, throwing a Bat-line out behind me.

"It's time I met this friend of yours."

* * *

The Batmobile roars onto the shipping yard. It's deserted, for the most part. No cars or any signs of life within eye range. Dent's most likely kept himself hidden, to avoid possible patrolmen. I get out of the car, and press a button on my belt. It automatically sets all of the required anti-burglary technology inside. After all, I wouldn't want it stolen.

I step onto the shipping yard. The air reeks of sewage and pollution from the city. It's most apparent here. I couldn't imagine working in a place like this...

I look around, my cape wrapped around me. Where is he hiding? I can't help him like this. Not with this level of discreet action. I decide to call out, considering if he is here, then we're alone.

"District Attorney Dent. I was told you wanted to speak with me..."

 

[Logan Howlett]

**1 year later**

The once flurishing cities of Krypton have become war torn ravaged battle grounds. The streets are lined with corpses, buildings set ablaze, and in the middle of it all, on the top of a hill overlooking the chaos, Zod stands proudly.

"Look at it all Brane' Acka......we have burned the old world to begin the new. A time of change is upon us now, but the battle is not over! Today.....TODAY we will change fate, history, and direction! Krypton shall stand strong."

Lined behind Zod were countles numbers of troops, all armed with devistating weapons of warfare and Kryptonian armor.

"The troops are ready General Zod. The spys have provided us with several intelegence reports, and my satalite link up confirms, the oposition is slight and defencless, we will hardly need a force at all, in fact we could take a few containment vessels and capture them all if you prefer...."

"NO! I want them slaughtered! Kill every last man, woman and child you find."

"With pleasure General......Oh....and the resport also states that amoung the resistants are Science director Jor El......"

"Realy?.......Plans have changed Brane'.......I will lead these men with you now as my second.......I personaly want to watch Jor El scream as I kill him!"

"Yes sir.....I will prepare the troops."

Brane' walks towards the troops behind him analitacly organizing them into calculated positioning. Zod smiles with contemplation over killing Jor El, ridding Krypton of one more weakness in his opinion. He turns towards the troops and says,

"Today we fight to strengthen a planet, and todo that we must be in ourselves strong.....so as you battle today, in the skies, and on the land, keep with you your pride and strength and show mercy to no one!"

The troops cheer a begin to march and fly forward, Zod lifts himself from the gravity of the planet and takes to the air. With his armor proudly mounted on his chest and the Kryptoinan symbol covering its surface he hurls himself through the air. The soilders begin attacking, their targets do not fight back, instead they run...Zod smiles. He searches throgh the crowd looking for the face of his enemy.....and finds the man standing behind a large peice of rubble, he smiles and flys towards him......

"Now you diescientist!"

He flys steadily at him until he hears him speak the words,

"NOW! Acivate it!"

Now Zod is faced with the realization that what he thought to be a large peice of rubble was merely a large desguised control pannel, with Jor El's words the area was urrounded with a blinding red light, similar to the light produced by the near by sun, and with the light.....Zod was blinded......when he came to all he could see was this red light. He began to contemplate that somehow this light had damaged his eyes...but as he began to look around he noticed that he could see his own limbs perfectly...the light was simply surrounding him as he hovered gently in the air. He tried to fly, tried to escape the surrounding light....but it was endless.....a complete void.....then suddenly......he was falling, or at least what felt like falling. He landed hard on a floor....he looked around for a moment, he once again stood before the council in the chambers where it all had begun. Jor El sat upon a large metal council chair, glaring at Zod from afar. Zod stood naked, eyes weakened, surrounded by guards.

"How?........How did you manage it, how did you defeat me?"

"With true strength, with knowledge, with compasion that overpowers anger. The true Kryptonian way....We did as we promised, we captured you and your followers and placed you in the Phantom Zone.....I was able to magnify the effect using solar radiation and electromagnetics......The reason your standing here stark naked is because only biological material can be transported into the phantom zone......The council has decided that despite your actions and devisation.....we shall stay true to our word, you will not receive the death penalty but instead you will remain a prisoner of the Phantom Zone.......permanently."

"Do you honestly belive you have won Jor El? Ha! You are a weak man.....a disgusting mark on Kryptonian history......one day vison will be seen again....and this planet will be made strong again......"

As Zod spoke something caught his attention.....pain in his right arm.....but nothing had toched it......again another pain struck him, this time in his left arm......he began to look aroun finaly to see a man covered in rags sitting behind the large monitor that once was the computer main frame of Brane'. A large group of homless were now being served food and water close to it, and this man stood there staring at Zod. Zod gazed on at the man, the man rased his hand and hit himself hard in the chest......Zod felt the pain as if it were his own.....He now understood...This was no begger, it was Brane' Acka! The neural link he established dueing his original program allowed for them to feel each others pain, aparently The Phantom Zone could not take hold of Brane' and he had managed to escape....Zod returned his gaze to Jor El as he began to say,

"Now that your fate has been made clear......have you any last words?"

"...............I'm going to slit your sons throaght with my own bare hands......"

"Now you have truely sealed your fate...."

"NOOOOOOO! YOU HAVE SEALED YOUR FATE!"

Brane' Acka screamed at Jor El as he thrust his hand into what was left of the computer......The screen turned on and began to anounce....

"Internal core overload, liquid magama at 3 million degrees. Internal nuclear radiation building, estimated time of eruption......1 hour 24 minutes....."

"Free General Zod and his army or I will enjoy watching you all burn alive!"

A man stood from the desk and said,

"Kryptonian law demands that we not negotiate with any terrosist!"

"Brane'.......is that you?"

"NO! I am Brane' Acka! Reborn son of Zod! NOW FREE HIM OR DIE!"

Zod looked on smiling, his own genious had saved him and possible will force the planetary leaders into surrender, and even if they don't, even if he is lost forever, at least Krypton will no longer be ruled by the weak......for it will be destroyed!

I turn to Jor El, looking him square in the eye.

"Now you understand my true level of patriotisim. I would rather see this planet die, than see it under the rule of incompatents! ........now.....free me, or you all DIE!"

"ZOD! YOUR MAD! YOUR A LUNATIC!"

"No Jor El, I am the only SANE person left amoung what was once a great council of leaders......but how quikly you all forgot your heritage and led us astray!"

"THIS WILL END NOW! I will send you back to the Phantom Zone where you belong! BOTH OF YOU!"

He turns to his side and lifts a rifel, the likes I have never seen. Quikly Brane' Acka interupts,

"The moment you send Zod back into that prison, I will kill you all! I will destroy this planet, and watch you miserably corpses smolder and burn!"

Jor El stands confused, a shocked expression hanging on hs face.

"Brane'......what has hapened to you? What have you become?"

"What have I become? I HAVE BECOME A GOD! Greater than any man, second only to ZOD!........Zod The ruler, Zod the powerfull, Zod the conquerer, ZOD THE INFINANT!"

"He has twisted your mind Brane'....He wants you only to serve his own means, you are obviously much more powerfull than he is, what do you think he will do to you once you have outlived your purpose?"

"SILENCE! MY NAME IS BRANE' ACKA! You will not have me doubt ZOD! YOU WILL TREMBLE BEFORE HIS NAME!"

"Thats enough. Now, Jor El......free me, and perhaps I will kill only you, leaving your precious Lar El and Kal El alive to see a tommorow!"

"Your a monster Zod, twisted to your core.......I can not free you, I can endanger this planet simply out of fear for my family........"

"If monstrosity equals power, than I am the most vile, decidant, evil creation of monstrocity that you have ever encountered! YOU WILL FREE ME!........NOW!"

Jor El Looks at me with fear in his eyes, then back at the council.

"......I can not allow him to enslave us all out of our own fear....I can not allow it......if my choice causes harm, please know that I do what I do now only in the name of good......in truth.....in justice.....that is our way........"

He raises the weapon to his eye, aiming it directly at me.....

"Know that the moment you pull that trigger, you seal the fate of every Kyptonian! Are you willing to let this planet fall to ashes?"

His weapon shakes in his hands.....he lowers it for a moment.......he looks at me nervously and says...

"No......thats why I must stop you......."

He lifts the weapon back to his eye and begins to pull the trigger......I scream out,

"NOOOO! YOU FOOOOOOOOOOL!"

Mid way through my body is engulfed in a red translucent beam, that rapidly bemoes darker as my body begins to feel cold...........I am returned, naked, and alone to the Phantom Zone........with only one comfort......Brane' Acka will not allow the planet to live.......

After weeks upon weeks of silence, of nothing at all, something occurs to me.........I have not felt pain. Why would I you might ask? When so icolated from any world, stuck hovering in a mass of red light....why would I feel pain? Because I would feel HIS pain.....Brane' Acka......Which means either one of two things, either he was unsucessful in destroying the planet.....or he killed them all, and is still alive! Given the fact that he would not have left until he either completed his task, or died trying, logic would deduce that he is alive and well......that he is searching for a way to free me........or......he has betrayed me........

*10 years later*

Everyday is the same.....torture. I see now why they called this a prison......the worst kind.....the very worst.....tormented, with only my mind as company.....and teh realization the Brane' Acka must have betrayed me.....unless this Phantom Zone somehow disrupts the carrier signal from the mental implants.......but even then, he couldn'have died! And if he's alive, why would he not have found a way to free me? He is the most intelgent being ever artificialy created....HE COULD HAVE FOUND A WAY! WHY HASN"T HE FOUND A WAY?! WHY?! I beat on my chest, hoping that he would feel it.......but I DON'T EVEN FEEL IT! The Phantom Zone somehow prevents me fromhurting myself. Its like it stops the momentum, or as if there is none......its imposible! DAMN THAT SCIENTIST! DAMN HIM! Why have you not found a way Brane' Acka...

"WHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!"

*15 years later*

Na.............na........na........na..........FOR TRUTH! FOR JUSTICE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!........Kill him......kill them all........kill Jor El.......kill Brane' Acka........kill them all!......Kill Jor El......kill Brane' Acka......kill them........kill them........kill them........kill.....KILL.....KILL......

"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLL!"

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)

Tonight didn't start out as eventful as I had hoped. With still no leads to the whereabouts of Harvey Dent, regardless if I have his file or not, I'm left at a dead end. Shifting my focus from that to the 'Laughing' killer case, I found... nothing. Absolutely nothing. I listened in on coversations through the shadows of some dead end alleyways. No one knew who he was, or why he killed Chuckie 'Bigs' Sol.

I stand on Gotham Tower, the highest point in the city, hoping to get better luck with a bird's eye view. Even tuning in the radar on my antenna inside the cowl, I can't pick up anything substantial. I'm running out of options. I should be focused on getting to Dent or the killer before anyone else can, but at the same time, I need to meet Dinah Lance and Rachel Dawes. Lance, to learn what she found out about Dent that I couldn't, and Dawes, who has some files she wants me to look up on Carmine 'The Roman' Falcone.

Better get a move on... The sooner I get that out of the way, the be-

*BLIP*

I look down at my belt. It's the transmitter. It only beeps like that when another party in possession of a duplicate transmitter. Only two other people possess it, and since Alfred usually calls me directly through the unit in my cowl...

I pick it up, press the button, and hold it to my ear.

"Gordon. What is it?"

"If you're still looking for Harvey, don't bother. He came here."

...

What?

"There? At your home?"

"Yes."

"Did he hurt anyone? Are you and your family alright?"

"We're fine... That's not the issue, here. Listen. The reason he came to me... And this is going to sound strange... But he didn't come for me. He came looking for you."

Me? Why would he automatically think to go to me? We've never even met.

"How did he know to go to me?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. He wants you to help him find the murderer of his wife."

"Is he still there?"

"No. But he did tell me where he was headed. The Gotham Shipyard. I'd send some squad cars down there, but we don't want to scare him off. Or send him into a deeper insanity. He said he wanted you to meet him there."

I consider it. I shouldn't get involved if I don't have to. But... at the same time, Gordon's right. If he sent some of his men down there... There's no telling how Dent would react. He could even get angered, and go after Gordon's family. I cannot allow that, or Dent's escape.

I have to.

"Stay there. Lock your all entrance points of your home. Doors, windows... Any entrances that someone could easily enter. Keep your wife and children within eye range until dawn. DO NOT let your guard down for even a second."

"Alright. But what about you?"

I leap off of the building, throwing a Bat-line out behind me.

"It's time I met this friend of yours."

* * *

The Batmobile roars onto the shipping yard. It's deserted, for the most part. No cars or any signs of life within eye range. Dent's most likely kept himself hidden, to avoid possible patrolmen. I get out of the car, and press a button on my belt. It automatically sets all of the required anti-burglary technology inside. After all, I wouldn't want it stolen.

I step onto the shipping yard. The air reeks of sewage and pollution from the city. It's most apparent here. I couldn't imagine working in a place like this...

I look around, my cape wrapped around me. Where is he hiding? I can't help him like this. Not with this level of discreet action. I decide to call out, considering if he is here, then we're alone.

"District Attorney Dent. I was told you wanted to speak with me..."

{Harvey Dent}

I stay hidden inside one of the warehouses in the shipyard.

"Are you sure hes' going to show."

"I don't know."

The roar of a powerful engine quiets me and my other. I peek out of a broken window, in the dim light the vehicle looked nothing more than a huge shadow. I duck down when notice something emerging from it, the only thing I could make out is the white of it's eyes.


"District Attorney Dent. I was told you wanted to speak with me..."

I slowly stand up walk out of the warehouse and slowly towards him.

"I didn't think you'd show."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

"I didn't think you'd show."

I look at him. His face is obscured, as described by witnesses, by a double sided mask. I'm half tempted to tell him to take it off, but I'd be nothing less of a hypocrite in the matter.

He looks... desperate. His clothes are barely intact, the jacket that covers... what looks like, though I can't truly tell in the shadows, a double sided suit... is dirty and torn. He's been like this for days. Maybe longer. I don't even know how long he's been like this... I've been trying to find him that long.

"Quite the contrary. Infact, I've been searching for you for the past few days.", I say.

With all that's happened to him... My own misfortunes... the loss of my parents and Talia, my rejection of a normal life... They seem so... bleak, compared to this. He's not only lost his wife, his home... Everything that probably mattered to him... But he's been forced to live like this, severely injured on half of his face.

What I'm feeling is pity. What I should be feeling is relief that I've finally found him.

"I know what happened to you. And... I'm sorry. This can't be an easy ordeal... I want to help in any way I can."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I look at him. His face is obscured, as described by witnesses, by a double sided mask. I'm half tempted to tell him to take it off, but I'd be nothing less of a hypocrite in the matter.

He looks... desperate. His clothes are barely intact, the jacket that covers... what looks like, though I can't truly tell in the shadows, a double sided suit... is dirty and torn. He's been like this for days. Maybe longer. I don't even know how long he's been like this... I've been trying to find him that long.

"Quite the contrary. Infact, I've been searching for you for the past few days.", I say.

With all that's happened to him... My own misfortunes... the loss of my parents and Talia, my rejection of a normal life... They seem so... bleak, compared to this. He's not only lost his wife, his home... Everything that probably mattered to him... But he's been forced to live like this, severely injured on half of his face.

What I'm feeling is pity. What I should be feeling is relief that I've finally found him.

"I know what happened to you. And... I'm sorry. This can't be an easy ordeal... I want to help in any way I can."

{Harvey Dent}

"Quite the contrary. Infact, I've been searching for you for the past few days."

"Really? Im honored, if I knew my exploits have gotten your attention I would of got aholed of you sooner."

I walk out of the shadows and let what little light there is shine on me.

"I know what happened to you. And... I'm sorry. This can't be an easy ordeal... I want to help in any way I can."

"Good because I need you help to find the bastards that ruined my life, so I'll make a deal with you, you help me."

I reach into my coat pocket and see him tense up prepared to fight, but I only pull out todays newspaper.

"And I'll help you track down this "Laughing" killer."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"Quite the contrary. Infact, I've been searching for you for the past few days."

"Really? Im honored, if I knew my exploits have gotten your attention I would of got aholed of you sooner."

I walk out of the shadows and let what little light there is shine on me.

"I know what happened to you. And... I'm sorry. This can't be an easy ordeal... I want to help in any way I can."

"Good because I need you help to find the bastards that ruined my life, so I'll make a deal with you, you help me."

I reach into my coat pocket and see him tense up prepared to fight, but I only pull out todays newspaper.

"And I'll help you track down this "Laughing" killer."

I ease, seeing the newspaper. Even in his current condition, He's managed to keep up to date on current events. Not that it's hard, considering the city's trash is a sight of normalcy. Even when it shouldn't.

He's asking me to join him in an allieance. To make a deal in finding the murderer responsible for his wife's death.

On one hand, I shouldn't accept. He's not of sound mind... His physical scars have left him emotionally traumatised. He attacked his doctors, broke into the homes of both Salvatore 'The Boss' Maroni and Carmine 'The Roman' Falcone, and not to mention cut a drifter's hand off. If I take him, and lead him to the person or person's responsible... I could be leading him into commiting a murder.

On the other hand... I too want the justice that he seeks. It isn't tolerable, what's happened to him or his late wife. It's inexcuseable, and I will not have tolerance for more bloodshed in Gotham... Not like my parents. Never again.

I think of Gordon and Dawes. Two of my other 'allies' in this quest to rid Gotham of evil that I've taken on. They both care about the welfare of this man so much... About restoring his sanity, maybe even his face. They want their friend back... I could see it in their eyes, when they spoke of him to me. Maybe if I help him... I can help restore a man lost by tragedy. Something I couldn't have possibly done for myself.

And in doing so, I have alot to gain, aswell as lose. The "Laughing" Killer, as his reputation has grown within the past 24 hours of Chuckie 'The Big Man' Sol's death, has also increased my awareness. He or she holds a unique weapon in their arsenal... A weapon making the person an enemy that I may not be able to defeat, on my own. If he helps me... Not only would I be ridding Gotham of one madman... But I'd be protecting it from two.

And... now that I think about it... I'm barely a fit judge of 'sound mind', given what I'm doing even now...

"I'll do it."

I don't know why... But somehow... I'm regretting this more and more as the seconds pass.

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I ease, seeing the newspaper. Even in his current condition, He's managed to keep up to date on current events. Not that it's hard, considering the city's trash is a sight of normalcy. Even when it shouldn't.

He's asking me to join him in an allieance. To make a deal in finding the murderer responsible for his wife's death.

On one hand, I shouldn't accept. He's not of sound mind... His physical scars have left him emotionally traumatised. He attacked his doctors, broke into the homes of both Salvatore 'The Boss' Maroni and Carmine 'The Roman' Falcone, and not to mention cut a drifter's hand off. If I take him, and lead him to the person or person's responsible... I could be leading him into commiting a murder.

On the other hand... I too want the justice that he seeks. It isn't tolerable, what's happened to him or his late wife. It's inexcuseable, and I will not have tolerance for more bloodshed in Gotham... Not like my parents. Never again.

I think of Gordon and Dawes. Two of my other 'allies' in this quest to rid Gotham of evil that I've taken on. They both care about the welfare of this man so much... About restoring his sanity, maybe even his face. They want their friend back... I could see it in their eyes, when they spoke of him to me. Maybe if I help him... I can help restore a man lost by tragedy. Something I couldn't have possibly done for myself.

And in doing so, I have alot to gain, aswell as lose. The "Laughing" Killer, as his reputation has grown within the past 24 hours of Chuckie 'The Big Man' Sol's death, has also increased my awareness. He or she holds a unique weapon in their arsenal... A weapon making the person an enemy that I may not be able to defeat, on my own. If he helps me... Not only would I be ridding Gotham of one madman... But I'd be protecting it from two.

And... now that I think about it... I'm barely a fit judge of 'sound mind', given what I'm doing even now...

"I'll do it."

I don't know why... But somehow... I'm regretting this more and more as the seconds pass.

{Harvey Dent}

"I'll do it."

I smile under my mask.

"Then we have a deal than."

I reach out my hand.

 

[Speedball]

[

Present Location: Hong Kong
Deadshot is lying on the ground in an alleyway. He's dressed like any other civilian. He stirs.
What the hell? Awww.... My head feels like i slept in a dryer.
He stands up, and walks toward the street. He scratches his head, confused about how and why all these Chinese people are in Gotham city. He looks around, and notices it is way too bright. Gotham doesn't have this many neon lights in one area. He walks up to someone and asks ""Excuse me. Could tell me where I am?"
The Chinese man shakes his head and shrugs. The man doesn't know a single word of English.
Lawton looks in the mirror, where did he get these clothes?
He reaches for his left temple, and notices a scar on his left arm that was never there. He presses his internal comlink on his left temple.
"Hello, Voice. Do you read me?"
OH MY GOD?! Deadshot is that you? What in the hell happened?"
"What do you mean? Where am I, and what happened to my suit?"
"I don't know how to explain this, but you haven't been seen for almost 6 years."
"WHAT?!"
"What was the last thing you remember?"
"The last thing I remember was the airport. After that, I remember waking up in the alley, which happened only a few minutes ago."
"We need to extract you, NOW. From what i'm getting, your in Hong Kong. Head toward the bank of China tower, we'll get you from the roof."

[Deadshot]

"You know what Voice. Screw you."
"Umm... What?"
"You heard me. This is total bull. Those guys were Checkmate, and you know it. You people betrayed me, so I'm done with you. I don't know what happened to me over the past few years, but I know Checkmate had something to do with it. You people probably had me kill people like a mindless freak because I couldn't follow the mission parameters perfectly enough."
"Lawton, You need to come in-"
"Shut the hell up! There has to be a way to shut you up!"
As Voice screams in Lawton's ear, he looks for an electrical wire.
When he finds, he cuts the cord with a pocket knife that for some reason he is carrying.
"This is gonna hurt like a mother"
He raises it to his left temple, and closes his eyes, breathing in and out loudly and swiftly. He presses it to his temple.
"AAAGGHHH!!!"
He falls on the ground, jerking as the electricity dispates from his body.
He opens his eyes, and presses his temple. Nothing happens.
He looks up, and sees a small crowd has formed around him.
He stands up, and says "BOO."
They all run away like little girls.
"Ok, now to get my equipment, then I think I need to see an old friend in Gotham."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

"I'll do it."

I smile under my mask.

"Then we have a deal than."

I reach out my hand.

I look down at the hand, and then up at him. I don't know this man. He doesn't know me. We're completely unaware of the other's sense of values and morals, not to mention Dent's unhealthy current state of mind.

Before I can work with this man, we have to form a trusting. He seems willing... It's me that's having trouble on that end. My first priority, above all, is the welfare of Gotham City.

"We will. But only under certain terms. Neither of us know eachother, but we're in need of eachother's combined skills and status within the Gotham City underworld. Therefore, in order to work with eachother, we'll have to come to a much more elaborate understanding than a simple handshake if we're to gain eachother's trust."

I make sure not to anger him in any way, in saying this. I don't want to make this allieance crumble and this entire investigation go under before it can begin just because I have trust issues.

"First of all, murder isn't a line neither you or I have crossed. It stays that way. Second..."

I look down, noticing the handheld weapon in his pocket.

"I don't like guns. We can be just as affective with intimidation and fisticuffs."

I look back at him.

"Those are my only terms. If you can accept them, there'll be no more questions. No more doubts. The proceeding investigation will be as simple as that."

 

[Venom160]

(IC: Batman)



I look down at the hand, and then up at him. I don't know this man. He doesn't know me. We're completely unaware of the other's sense of values and morals, not to mention Dent's unhealthy current state of mind.

Before I can work with this man, we have to form a trusting. He seems willing... It's me that's having trouble on that end. My first priority, above all, is the welfare of Gotham City.

"We will. But only under certain terms. Neither of us know eachother, but we're in need of eachother's combined skills and status within the Gotham City underworld. Therefore, in order to work with eachother, we'll have to come to a much more elaborate understanding than a simple handshake if we're to gain eachother's trust."

I make sure not to anger him in any way, in saying this. I don't want to make this allieance crumble and this entire investigation go under before it can begin just because I have trust issues.

"First of all, murder isn't a line neither you or I have crossed. It stays that way. Second..."

I look down, noticing the handheld weapon in his pocket.

"I don't like guns. We can be just as affective with intimidation and fisticuffs."

I look back at him.

"Those are my only terms. If you can accept them, there'll be no more questions. No more doubts. The proceeding investigation will be as simple as that."

{Harvey Dent}

Batman looks down at my hand and than back at me. withdraw my hand and stuff back in my trenchcoat pocket.

"First of all, murder isn't a line neither you or I have crossed. It stays that way."

"Fair enough."

"Second... I don't like guns. We can be just as affective with intimidation and fisticuffs."

I pull the 22. out of my pocket and I see Batman tensh up again, obviously he havent heard about the rapist I shot dead with this. I take the bullets out and set them and the gun on the ground at my feet.

"Those are my only terms. If you can accept them, there'll be no more questions. No more doubts. The proceeding investigation will be as simple as that."

I like this guy, he kinda reminds me of me back before I became DA. My other half on the other hand wants to rip his guts out and show them to him, this is going to be interesting.

"No problem, so where do we start?"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Batman)

{Harvey Dent}

Batman looks down at my hand and than back at me. withdraw my hand and stuff back in my trenchcoat pocket.

"First of all, murder isn't a line neither you or I have crossed. It stays that way."

"Fair enough."

"Second... I don't like guns. We can be just as affective with intimidation and fisticuffs."

I pull the 22. out of my pocket and I see Batman tensh up again, obviously he havent heard about the rapist I shot dead with this. I take the bullets out and set them and the gun on the ground at my feet.

"Those are my only terms. If you can accept them, there'll be no more questions. No more doubts. The proceeding investigation will be as simple as that."

I like this guy, he kinda reminds me of me back before I became DA. My other half on the other hand wants to rip his guts out and show them to him, this is going to be interesting.

"No problem, so where do we start?"

"Given the fact that you would probably know your enemies better than I would, I was about to ask you the same question."

I've formed an allieance with a potentially dangerous man, emotionally scarred by a trauma that occured both in his childhood, and recently. The only fact that concerns me more is the fact that I could easily fit that description, aswell.

Maybe that's part of the reason I said that I'd do it.

"But if we are to start anywhere, Let's review the basics of the situation. Whoever conducted the attack on you and your home had to have ties to the mafia, given the professionalism and discreetness of the blast. They would have had to set up the bomb without your or your wife's knowledge."

I almost hate repeating all of this, to him. I know I would rather not hear the details of my parents death repeated to me in this detail. But it's nessacary, if we're to find the person or person's responsible.

"They would've also had to have a personal vendetta against you. Since it isn't Boss Maroni or The Roman... The question is... What other mafia leaders had a vendetta against you so great that they'd do something like this?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze sees laying in a ditch a newspaper article about him. The article details his killings and goes onto call him a monster.

If a monster is what I am being refered to as than a monster I shall become.

He sees the Gotham Galleria Mall. He lumbers in and begins freezing people at random.