The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Batman]

IC:

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The Creeper dodges rapid gun fire and swings from a chain.

"George, George, George of the jungle strong as he can be."

He flips off the chain and lands ontop of one of Joker's goons.

"AWWW, Ain't he cute? Can I have em? I promise I'll love him and hug him and squeeze him and name him George."

Gunfire fills the room as he jumps to the rafters.

"So that's a no? No matter. I have something I can use."

Out of his small shorts, he pulls out a trianular weight with "One ton" stenchiled on it.

"Let 'er rip!"

The weight falls and lands on two of Joker's men.

"How else wants some?"

He jumps off the rafters and lands in between the two remaing thugs.

"Why I outta!"

He pinches them by the nose and smashes their heads together.

"Is that all you got?"

The Joker stared with an unmatched curiousity as the new boy bounced around the room like he was out of a cartoon. He even had the 1-ton gag to accompany him. Boy, was this guy a hoot.

Of course, he was still an intrusive hoot, at best. While it seemed like The Joker had came to the factory on pleasure rather than buisness, truth be told, it was the opposite. And this overgrown chimp was putting quite the delay in that.

Oh, well. 'Twas fun while it lasted. Time to die, old sport.

Producing a gun with an oversized barrel from his jacket pocket, The Joker aimed it high, and shot. The bullet bounced straight past Lemonface's ear, striking section of his emerald hair clean off. The Creeper paused, looking down as The Joker loaded the gun again.

"Oh, I've got plenty more where that came from, my cartoonic compadre! Want to see the whole catalogue?", The Joker gleefully asked, pulling the trigger.

 

[Dawn]

Side Show Freak Act. 1 Ch. 2 Battle of the Weird Prt. 2 Act Final.​

It's a minute until five and the traffic is starting to pour in.

"Heh heh heh, this old guy doesn't know what he's got himself into". He thinks as he unpacks everything inside it he needs for the show. He pulls out a small box, red ball, and a few dog and cat toys that looks like they have been used before. "This is goin' to be so rad. I'm gonna get the corner and beat that guy at his own game. Haha yeah." He looks at his wach and starts to set up faster.

Red watches him from across the street. "Hehehehe, look at the kid. Acts alot like me, but I think he might do better things with his talants then just make money." A few more people start to come out. "Well it looks to be about that time." He steps on top off a small box, looks around and yells. "Hello good people of L.A.!" A couple of people stop to see whats going on, others walk by not even taking notice. "Today you will all witness a spectical like you've never seen!" A few more people stop. "ME and that young lad over there!" He points to Beast Boy. He looks up to see alot of people staring at him. He smile's and waves at him. "Are going to have A Battle of the Weeeeeeiiiiiirrrd!!"

"Heh heh heh. Hey everybody.. um i'm Beast Boy," he says sounding slightly emberased. "That ass, callin' me out like that."

A little girl stares at him. "Mommy why is he all green."

"I don't know baby, he's... well different." He hears this and is slightly hurt. A group of teenagers walk by and see him.

"Ewwww dude, whats wrong with your skin."

"Ha ha. He was probley born like that man."

"Shut Up!"

"Oh ho ho, looks like the kids got some spunk," a man in the crowd shouts out. On of the teenagers grab the cat toy.

"Dude, do you like eat this? Wow what a freak."

Beast Boys eyes water up. "What did you just call me!?"

"Uhh I think I said Freak."

Then somthing happened. Either it was all the people looking at him like he was a freak or what the guy said but somewhere in his mind somthing snaped.

"FREAK!? FREAK!! Is that what you thimk I am!? Well I'll Give You A Reason To Call ME A Freak!" He Transforms into a huge gorilla and begins swinging his arms at the crowd.



Everyone in the crowd runs for cover. Red runs over to him and tries to calm him down. "Gar! You got to calm down man!" The gorilla turns arownd and punches him in the face sending him flying towards a wall. He then relizes what he did and turns back into a human.

"Red, Red! I'm sorry! Wake up please," he says with tears running down his face.

Out of nowhere he here some on clapping. A man walks out into the open. He is dressed in a dress suit on.

"Hello Garfield. It's been a long time."

"No. Not you not now. Why want you leave me alone Galtry!"

 

[Batman]

[/SIZE][/B]Matt planned on two things: 1) Confront Thorne and 2) Kill him; plain and simple. However, Matt have never expected to see The Batman at the same time he was planning on paying a visit to Thorne. Matt has had a few run in with The Batman ever since he started doing favors in return for favors from Thorne so he knew what to do; and that is exactly what this visit was about; favors.

Matt looks down at The Dark Knight, towering him by 3 feet, and backhands him towards the wall. As The Batman tries to get up, Matt's arm extends, smashing him against the wall like a hose of mud; hardening, and holding him in place. As Matt walks towards up to Thorne, his other arm stays intact, keeping The Batman prisoner. Thorne trips over his coffee table as Matt gets closer.

"Thorne! You and I have unfinished business!"

"G-Get away from me! You monster!"

"THORNE! YOU SMILEY, NO GOOD--"

"--look who's talking!"

Matt stops walking, and just stands still for a while. Thorne almost pees in his pants after the incredibly stupid remark he just made. A few seconds pass by, and Thorne thinks everything is all right; Matt is immobile. This does not last for long, however, Matt grins and starts to slowly continue walking towards Thorne, with one of his hands taking the shape of a sharp battle axe.

Matt sits in the office of the director discussing about the new movie he is trying to cast: "Tears of a Mother"; a war movie. Matt was finally able to sit down with this director, and have an interview and audition for the lead part; the son who promises his mother to come back from World War II but never does; a part that will surely put Matt back on top again; also curtesy of Rupert Thorne.

"So, Matt...I see you have quite a range of parts you have played."

"Yes, that's correct, Mr. Todd. People used to call me a chameleon for how well I adjusted to my different roles when we were on set...and I'd be honored if I could do the same for you, sir."

"I see..."

The director continues to look at Matt's portfolio, flips through a few pages, and finds an envelope signed by Rupert Thorne. He director opens it secretively, and begins to read it.

[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] "W-W-W-Why are you here Matt? I thought we had an agreement!"

"So did I."

"Y-Y-Yea...that's right, see? I help you, you help me and--"

"--and you never kept your end of the deal, Thorne."

Rupert Thorne is up against his wall, with no more room to run to, and Matt decides to change his battle ax hand to a spiked-mace; pleased with Thorne's scared response.

"What are you talking about, Matt? Um...that war film! Yea! I got you the role for the war film...and amongst other things, Matt!"

"You mean that same war film that was canceled from production? I never even got to sit in my trailer for costume and make-up, Thorne! You lied to me! You selfish, slimey, no good son of a--"

"--now now...wait on a minute...uh, yea...I heard about what happened; real tragedy at that. But, let's not forget about the other opportunities I handed over to you Matt! People are talking about you again!"

Thorne looks over at his desk, spots a magazine, and slowly keeping an eye on Matt's movements, walks over to his desk and picks it up. He opens it up, finds a page, and tosses it at Matt's feet.

"Well, Mr...Hagen was it? I certainly am impressed..."

The director slides the note back into the envelope and closes the folder.

"...you are exactly the type of actor we have been looking for, Matt. Why don't we do this. Why don't we...I don't know...meet for lunch tomorrow at say...3 o'clock?"

"Sure, Mr. Todd. And, thank you for your generosity. I'll see you then, and I most definitely won't let you down."

Matt gets up, shakes hands with the director, and waves goodbye as he exits his office and rides the elevator down the building. The director re-opens the portfolio, and takes out the envelope once again; re-reading the note by Thorne.

"You idiot, this is exactly what this is about!"

Matt retracts his other arm, forgetting that he was holding down the Batman with it, and rips up the magazine.

"Here, let me spell it out for you; I already saw this magazine."

Matt begins to walk slowly towards Thorne and forms two axes with his hands, slicing down and breaking his desk into pieces. When Thorne rolls onto the floor and begins to crawl away scared, Matt turns his direction and begins to quote the magazine.

"'Director Robert Todd was found shot and killed last Tuesday in his luxurious home; survived by his wife. Matt Hagen, after years of showing no work for the past few years, was supposed to play the major role in this--'...now tell me, Rupert, old buddy old pal...how am I supposed to play a major part in that war film...WHEN THE DIRECTOR IS DEAD?"

Matt changes one hand to a concrete hammer, and slams down onto the floor, missing Thorne's leg by a mere inch as Thorne tries to roll away.

"Y-Y-You think I did it? Why would I do that to you, Matty? We're buddies!"

"DON'T CALL ME MATTY! YOU'RE NO FRIEND OF MINE! I KNOW EXACTLY WHY YOU DID IT!"

Matt's arms change once again, only this time into normal mud-like hands and propells them both foward, grabbing Thorne by the waist. As Thorne screams for his life, Matt sucks his arms back into him, bringing Thorne in as well. As Thorne suffocates in Matt's mud-like body, muffled yelling can be heard from inside, but Matt doesn't care.

"I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED FOR, THORNE. BUT IT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH, WAS IT? THAT ONE TIME SCREW UP AND YOU DO THIS TO ME? I'LL KILL YOU!"

My ribs nearly cave in, as I drop to the floor in a heave. Lungs were impacted... I can't breathe, for a moment. He's that strong. And that fierce, given his state of mind. But as I look up, regaining my own health becomes a secondary objective. Hagen's lost it. If that thing even is Hagen, anymore...

With a roll, I produce two batarangs, and throw them at his arms. A distraction at best, considering I know from his attack towards myself that his arms have been reduced to the residue that's covering him. Or overtaken him. It's hard to tell. But whatever's happened to him isn't the issue. It's whats about to happen to Thorne...

I reach into my belt and jam my hand in a pouch, unsheathing a bola. Taking it out and swinging it above my head a few times, I grab one end of the cord as I throw, as it wraps around his midsection. The cable's steel. Hopefully that can hold him.

"Let him go, Hagen!", I yell, pulling the cord even harder. "Drop him! NOW!"

The more I pull, the more the cable slips. It only sinks into Hagen's body. My eyes widen as I eventually pull my own cord back from within him. Damn it. This is getting nowhere.

I look up, as Hagen goes on for the attack. A swipe of one of his enlarged arms. I leap above it, and spread my cape, attempting a kick upon landing. It only sinks through. Brutality isn't going to work against him.

Alright, Bruce. Analyze the residue. Study it. Remember it. Eyeball it, before Hagen takes Thorne and you with him...

I grab at Hagen's shoulder, ripping loose a piece of it, before grabbing my grapnel from my belt. Looking back, I fire it at the nearest wall, and press the reel button. It forces me out of Hagen just before I can get sunk in.

I land, looking down at the residue. It's soft. Mud-like, but harder. Almost as if a cream, but denser. I'll be lucky if this is even something known to man. But my thoughts are interrupted as I feel something hit me in the back, and wrap around me. It's him. Damn it, I stalled too long.

"This is pointless!", I yell, struggling as my arms are bound. "Killing him isn't going to cure you!"

What's happened to him is the true question, here. And Thorne's involvement... There's too much to focus on. But first, the focus is to keep both myself and perhaps the worst thing that's happening to Gotham right now alive.

 

[Apprentice]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Bill was wary himself, if someone could assemble a whole group of superhero's, then he'd have all that power to use himself. At the end of the day, who would be giving the orders?

"So, someone is massing his own private army of 'metahumans'?"

J'onn could easily this man man had a great deal of intelligence and wisdom. Getting him on board a project like this would be difficult, even moreso if Captain Marvel's worris were right.

J'onn, his expression as stoic as ever, shook his head and continued to rise, ploughing through the clouds and exhaling as their refreshing drops filted through his intangible form. His lips pursed, he turned away from the Marvel, performing a swift scan of his mind; he was seemingly opposed to the concept already, apaprently against publicized heroes...no wonder he was hidden for so long. J'onn returned his gaze to his companion, and folded his arms staunchly across his chest.

"It is not as sinister as you imply. We will be a force for good, not a private army...no one will be controlling us. Merely, we shall be guided towards situations that deserve our 'special attention'. Who can deny that this will make a great improvement?"

 

[Cyrusbales]

J'onn, his expression as stoic as ever, shook his head and continued to rise, ploughing through the clouds and exhaling as their refreshing drops filted through his intangible form. His lips pursed, he turned away from the Marvel, performing a swift scan of his mind; he was seemingly opposed to the concept already, apaprently against publicized heroes...no wonder he was hidden for so long. J'onn returned his gaze to his companion, and folded his arms staunchly across his chest.

"It is not as sinister as you imply. We will be a force for good, not a private army...no one will be controlling us. Merely, we shall be guided towards situations that deserve our 'special attention'. Who can deny that this will make a great improvement?"

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Bill was cautious as always, he hadn't remained hidden and still the greatest force for good on the planet for all these years without being constantly wary.

"But someone must be arranging and co-ordinating this private force? Without someone deciding what deserves attention, this force would easily run to ruins. Surely there is a need for a commanding presence, but with that, there is so much risk for manipulation."

Being fully aware that this force could be used for political gains and suchlike, Bill was prepared to do what he had to to stop a potentially destructive force being created, all the wisdom of Solomon was telling him this was a bad idea.

 

[Apprentice]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Bill was cautious as always, he hadn't remained hidden and still the greatest force for good on the planet for all these years without being constantly wary.

"But someone must be arranging and co-ordinating this private force? Without someone deciding what deserves attention, this force would easily run to ruins. Surely there is a need for a commanding presence, but with that, there is so much risk for manipulation."

Being fully aware that this force could be used for political gains and suchlike, Bill was prepared to do what he had to to stop a potentially destructive force being created, all the wisdom of Solomon was telling him this was a bad idea.

J'onn's brow furrowed. Even for a supposed veteran, he was cautious, indeed. Or was the Martian mistaking caution...for paranoia? Either way, he was swiftly tiring of the conversation. Tensing his digits and curling them upwards into a tight fist beneath his cloak, he spoke softly, allowing only a little of the annoyance he felt to seep into his words. "As I said, we will be directed. My...superior, for lack of a better word, is a government agent called Manchester Black. However, our services will not be limited or contained by any political power; we will have no official allegiances."

 

[Cyrusbales]

J'onn's brow furrowed. Even for a supposed veteran, he was cautious, indeed. Or was the Martian mistaking caution...for paranoia? Either way, he was swiftly tiring of the conversation. Tensing his digits and curling them upwards into a tight fist beneath his cloak, he spoke softly, allowing only a little of the annoyance he felt to seep into his words. "As I said, we will be directed. My...superior, for lack of a better word, is a government agent called Manchester Black. However, our services will not be limited or contained by any political power; we will have no official allegiances."

CAPTAIN MARVEL

"Take me to this man."

Bill was never as assertive as when he knew there could be danger. Noticing the Martians fist clenched, his caution seemed almost justified. He could be in for a fight now, but he was only prepared to do what he had to.

 

[Apprentice]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

"Take me to this man."

Bill was never as assertive as when he knew there could be danger. Noticing the Martians fist clenched, his caution seemed almost justified. He could be in for a fight now, but he was only prepared to do what he had to.

J'onn's frown deepened, and he relaxed his fist; there was no need to appear threatening, and it was best that his demand was not met...at least, not at the moment. "I'm afraid that he is not available at the moment. However, I am just as knowledgable as he, in this area. Please, pose any questions you have to me."

 

[Cyrusbales]

J'onn's frown deepened, and he relaxed his fist; there was no need to appear threatening, and it was best that his demand was not met...at least, not at the moment. "I'm afraid that he is not available at the moment. However, I am just as knowledgable as he, in this area. Please, pose any questions you have to me."

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Assuming a somewhat bitter tone that was alien to Bill normally, he made himself clear.

"I want to see the master, not the pawn. When I can meet this ellusive man, come find me, until then, I want no involvement in this scheme."

Slowly descending to a rooftop below, his stare struck deeply in J'onn's face. Bill had made himself clear, and would not be shook from his stance.

"And please refrain from using telepathy on me in future..."

Uncharacteristically of Bill, this scenario was clearly worrying him, casuing him to react in such a way. Bill had taken down super-beings before, but a whole league, under the control of one man?

 

[Kaboom]

"Inacantorum electro-ferrium"

It was simple spell. This is how it worked. Air is nothing more than oxygen and nitrogen in their gaseous states. This spell, slowed the air particles down enough that the actual air became denser, creating a dense fog. Then one particle would accelerate causing a spark, and essentially electrifying the dense fog that had been created.

How it worked was for other to ponder, the effect was all that Joshua Blood worried about. For a brief time he was invisible to the naked eye, and the natural emp that was created by magnetising any iron in the air would short out the Museums cameras and security systems. Then, it was as simple as cutting glass, reaching in and grabbing the black diamond.

Joshua Blood would exit the musuem, and be back at his shoppe before anybody even knew the artifcat was missing.

 

[Apprentice]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Assuming a somewhat bitter tone that was alien to Bill normally, he made himself clear.

"I want to see the master, not the pawn. When I can meet this ellusive man, come find me, until then, I want no involvement in this scheme."

Slowly descending to a rooftop below, his stare struck deeply in J'onn's face. Bill had made himself clear, and would not be shook from his stance.

"And please refrain from using telepathy on me in future..."

Uncharacteristically of Bill, this scenario was clearly worrying him, casuing him to react in such a way. Bill had taken down super-beings before, but a whole league, under the control of one man?

J'onn touched down upon the concrete firmly before the man, a grim expression marking his alien face. His lips were curled downwards in a slight scowl. His heart burned at the accusation of merely being a puppet of Black's, a toy that he was using merely for entertainment...Batson did not know what was at stake for the Martian, he was not aware of the empty feeling of loss that haunted J'onn every waking moment. "I suggest that you retract that statement immediately, Mr Batson. I am certainly not a pawn; you know nothing of me, and nothing of what I am offering you." He paused, and inhaled deeply, calming himself. "I am not an ill-tempered man, and I do not favour brutality over peaceful negotiation - would one like me be part of something that could be a threat to the welfare of innocents?"

 

[Byrd Man]

IC:

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The Joker stared with an unmatched curiousity as the new boy bounced around the room like he was out of a cartoon. He even had the 1-ton gag to accompany him. Boy, was this guy a hoot.

Of course, he was still an intrusive hoot, at best. While it seemed like The Joker had came to the factory on pleasure rather than buisness, truth be told, it was the opposite. And this overgrown chimp was putting quite the delay in that.

Oh, well. 'Twas fun while it lasted. Time to die, old sport.

Producing a gun with an oversized barrel from his jacket pocket, The Joker aimed it high, and shot. The bullet bounced straight past Lemonface's ear, striking section of his emerald hair clean off. The Creeper paused, looking down as The Joker loaded the gun again.

"Oh, I've got plenty more where that came from, my cartoonic compadre! Want to see the whole catalogue?", The Joker gleefully asked, pulling the trigger.

Jack dodges the bullets while singing the mexican hat song.

"I dance, I dance, I dance...around the mexican hat....I dance, I dance, I dance and that's the end of that. Or is it? I cannot stop singing. You gun seems to be flinging, bullets as if it wer candy. Which I do this dandy."

The Creeper leaps into the air and goes deeper into the factory with a ear splittling giggle. The Joker's men come to and start to give chase after the lemon skinned maniac.............


The three dumb musclemen spilt up and go in diffrent directions.

The first one was holding an old style tommy gun while he searched for his pray. Although, he had become the hunted. Jack swings down from a pole and hangs uspide down, inches from his face.

"Betcha you'll shoot yourself in the head."
"I won't!"
"You will!"
"I won't!"
"You will!"
"I won't!"
"You will!"
"I won't"
"You won't!"
"I will!
"You won't!"
"I will!
"You won't"
"Look! When I say I'm gonna shoot myself in the head, dammit I mean it!"

The machine gun goes off and turns the thug's face into hamburger meat.

"You win."

He swings off the pole and leaps through the air to his next victim.


The other two thugs are walking together talking when they spot a table with Creeper sitting in one of the chairs, sipping tea.

"Don't move, pal."

"Don't worry. I won't, well I suppose you want to take me back to your boss. Well atleast have a cup of tea before hand."

They look at each other and shrug, they make their way to the table and sit down.

"So, gentlemen. How many lumps would you like?"

"I want a whole lotta lumps."

"Me too!"

He nods and smiles.

"One second....."

He reaches under the table and pulls out a giant wooden mallet.

"Alright then."


He swings the hammer down and crushes one of the Joker's henchmen in one blow.

"You want some too?"

The thug starts to run off screaming at the top of his lungs. Jack leaps in the air and swings the mallet at him. It barely misses and smashes a hole in a nearby wall.

"Damn. Come back here."

He drops the mallet and rushes off after him. He stops the thug in his tracks and leads him to a nearby chair.

"Oh my, look at you hair. You need something done to it. Just sit here."

He starts to put hair entensions in the goon's hair. The long extensions lead to sticks of dynamite.

"So. I was telling my girlfriend, Myrtle, about this intresting thing I saw today. Don't you just love intresting things? Anyway, I told her I saw an intresting man holding a very intresting paper about the intresting things that happen at schools."

He strands all the dynamite together and looks at it.

"You just sit tight while that finishes, here read this month's Cosmo. There's a very intresting article on intresting clothing."

He lights the dynamite's fuses and watches as they start to run down to the thug's head.

"How does it look?"

Boom!

The explosion takes his head off and throws his body halfway across the factory.

"It looks....intresting, what a maroon. Now, onto the head honcho. Be vewy vewy quiet, I'm hunt cwowns...ehehehehehehehehe."

He speeds off towards the last place he remembered seeing The Joker.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The Atom's floating journey through Gotham has taken her to a most interesting destination...well if you're only a few inches tall.

Okay being at this height I have to admit that seeing the Gotham City Subway is pretty...pretty disgusting. How in the world did I end up here? Oh yeah I decided to take a look around at different areas at my new height. After seeing this side of the subway I may seriously reconsider ever riding the subway again. I am kind of tierd I need to rest a bit.
She lands on a nearby platform, slides into a corner and feels something against her back.

OH ICK! I am stuck in gum...I thought getting this stuff on the bottom of my shoes was bad now I got it all on my costume.

The Atom begins to struggle. She tries to shift her weight but finds that she can't.

What's happening I shoud be able to break free of this stuff like shaving cream...unless...all the floating and shifting my weight back and forth...if my guess is right...it takes a lot of energy to do the whole weight shifting thing...well at least I didn't find this out when I was facing off against a villian or something like that.
Just then things go from bad to worse.

Uh-Oh I don't like this...a rat is coming this way...and it has already seen me...just stay clam...stay calm Atom. This is going to suck if my super-hero career ends being eaten by a rat before it really even starts.
The rat sniffs her and then she feels something else. A surge of energy.

Hey an adrenaline surge...about time.

She sifts her weight and breaks free. The rat comes closer and she hits it. The rat takes off into the subway.

Sorry I usually like most animals but that was a little too close for comfort.

The Atom then begins to float onto a subway car and lands in a corner underneath a bench.

Well it's not exactly the Gotham Hilton but this should do for now.

She closes her eyes and begins to drift off....

 

[Cyrusbales]

J'onn touched down upon the concrete firmly before the man, a grim expression marking his alien face. His lips were curled downwards in a slight scowl. His heart burned at the accusation of merely being a puppet of Black's, a toy that he was using merely for entertainment...Batson did not know what was at stake for the Martian, he was not aware of the empty feeling of loss that haunted J'onn every waking moment. "I suggest that you retract that statement immediately, Mr Batson. I am certainly not a pawn; you know nothing of me, and nothing of what I am offering you." He paused, and inhaled deeply, calming himself. "I am not an ill-tempered man, and I do not favour brutality over peaceful negotiation - would one like me be part of something that could be a threat to the welfare of innocents?"

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Bill did not like confrontation unless necessary. Would now be one of those times he thought.

"With the possibility of such great destruction? By no means think that I won't take note, I WILL be watching."

 

[Kaboom]

Joshua Blood, twirled the black diamond on his desk at his shoppe. The phone rang.

"Blood's Shoppe of Magic and Mystery...Yes I do offer certain other services...a phantom...tell me did it smell like turnips or peanut butter......turnips? are you sure? this is very serious...."

Joshua Blood hung up the phone. Phantoms had no smell.

the phone rang again.

"Me hanging up on you generally means I'm not interested..."

"Oh but i think you are Joshua..."

It was not the same voice.

 

[Batman]

IC:

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Jack dodges the bullets while singing the mexican hat song.

"I dance, I dance, I dance...around the mexican hat....I dance, I dance, I dance and that's the end of that. Or is it? I cannot stop singing. You gun seems to be flinging, bullets as if it wer candy. Which I do this dandy."

The Creeper leaps into the air and goes deeper into the factory with a ear splittling giggle. The Joker's men come to and start to give chase after the lemon skinned maniac.............


The three dumb musclemen spilt up and go in diffrent directions.

The first one was holding an old style tommy gun while he searched for his pray. Although, he had become the hunted. Jack swings down from a pole and hangs uspide down, inches from his face.

"Betcha you'll shoot yourself in the head."
"I won't!"
"You will!"
"I won't!"
"You will!"
"I won't!"
"You will!"
"I won't"
"You won't!"
"I will!
"You won't!"
"I will!
"You won't"
"Look! When I say I'm gonna shoot myself in the head, dammit I mean it!"

The machine gun goes off and turns the thug's face into hamburger meat.

"You win."

He swings off the pole and leaps through the air to his next victim.


The other two thugs are walking together talking when they spot a table with Creeper sitting in one of the chairs, sipping tea.

"Don't move, pal."

"Don't worry. I won't, well I suppose you want to take me back to your boss. Well atleast have a cup of tea before hand."

They look at each other and shrug, they make their way to the table and sit down.

"So, gentlemen. How many lumps would you like?"

"I want a whole lotta lumps."

"Me too!"

He nods and smiles.

"One second....."

He reaches under the table and pulls out a giant wooden mallet.

"Alright then."


He swings the hammer down and crushes one of the Joker's henchmen in one blow.

"You want some too?"

The thug starts to run off screaming at the top of his lungs. Jack leaps in the air and swings the mallet at him. It barely misses and smashes a hole in a nearby wall.

"Damn. Come back here."

He drops the mallet and rushes off after him. He stops the thug in his tracks and leads him to a nearby chair.

"Oh my, look at you hair. You need something done to it. Just sit here."

He starts to put hair entensions in the goon's hair. The long extensions lead to sticks of dynamite.

"So. I was telling my girlfriend, Myrtle, about this intresting thing I saw today. Don't you just love intresting things? Anyway, I told her I saw an intresting man holding a very intresting paper about the intresting things that happen at schools."

He strands all the dynamite together and looks at it.

"You just sit tight while that finishes, here read this month's Cosmo. There's a very intresting article on intresting clothing."

He lights the dynamite's fuses and watches as they start to run down to the thug's head.

"How does it look?"

Boom!

The explosion takes his head off and throws his body halfway across the factory.

"It looks....intresting, what a maroon. Now, onto the head honcho. Be vewy vewy quiet, I'm hunt cwowns...ehehehehehehehehe."

He speeds off towards the last place he remembered seeing The Joker.

The Joker watches the new boy's moves like a trained animal, never taking sight off of him for even a second. This lemon kid had some pretty good material, He could give him that. But he was far from a headlining gig. Pulling out a second pistol, The Joker reached up, aimed, and fired off another section of the freak's hair. A smile came to his lips, as the bullets went off. Now that was entertaining.

"Hate to shove another sport when he's on a roll, but let me get one thing clear to you, sonny boy...", The Joker stated, before reaching into his lapel and squeezing a pump connected to his jacket's carnation.

In a thin but noticeable ooze, a steaming green liquid protruded from the flower, straight at the ape.

"But no one outshines The Joker's act."

 

[Batman]

Edit: The hell?

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: Wonder Woman)

I remember this place.

It had been so long, I had nearly forgotten. I came to this temple many times as a child, wandering its halls with an insatiable curiosity while my mother prayed at the altar for blessings. Back in those days, I had felt a sort of power to this place, a sense of...wonder.

Then, of course, I was educated in the ways of science and steeped in Themyscira's technology, and quickly out-grew the superstitions of old. Still, coming here again, remembering the old experiences, almost makes me believe that the gods indeed left their traces here.

"Come, my daughter. Kneel at the altar, and we shall begin."

I step forward, uncertain and uneasy. Does Mother really believe there is something more to these rituals?

"Mother, forgive me for being skeptical, but--"

"Diana, do you know how you became our chosen champion, our Wonder Woman?"

"Of course I do. Our genetic treatments gave me those abilities. You know this; you were there to see it."

Mother gives me a knowing grin.

"Yes, our science has worked great feats with you. But tell me, where do you think such devices were conceived?"

"Mother...are you suggesting that...that...?"

"...that worship and ritual are more than simple superstition? Our knowledge greatly exceeds the world of Man, but it is all due to inspiration from the Divine. Man has shut off his connection with his gods, in whatever shape he had once seen them. Here, on this island, in this temple, the denizens of Olympus still thrive...

...and it is through them that you shall receive your true power."

Mother kneels at the altar. Still uncertain, I join her.

She whispers something in a voice too soft for my hearing. It does not matter; those words are not for me to hear. Sunlight floods the temple from the large open windows. The light grows ever brighter as she continues.

What is going on?

Suddenly, I feel myself lifted from my knees, off of my feet, hoisted into the air. I keep my eyes closed, but I feel a rush of energy throughout my entire body, and I hear my mother's voice.

"My sisters of Olympus, hear me! I present to you Diana, our Princess and chosen champion. She comes to deliver justice, to protect the innocent, and punish the wicked. In her, I beg you to impart your gifts!

"Aphrodite, your beauty and purity of heart...Athena, your wisdom...Demeter, your strength of will and power of the earth...Hestia, your kinship with fire...Artemis, your bond with the creatures of this world and prowess on the hunt! These I beg you to give to her, so that she may deliver the world from darkness!"

I feel as if lightning were running through my veins. In my mind, I can almost see the ancient world of the gods, their faces strange and yet all too familiar. One by one, the goddesses approach me and touch my forehead. Bright light leaps from their hands into me. Perhaps I should be overwhelmed by their power, but I do not flinch.

As mother finishes her prayer, I other figures approaching me. I recognize them from the old legends. The gods of Men.

"Diana, daughter of Hippolyta of the Amazons and Trevor of Man's world, I am Zeus, King of Olympus. Your visit to this world has not concluded. If you truly wish to be the bridge between the worlds of man and woman, you will require the blessings from both."

Just as the goddesses had done before, the gods of Men impart their gifts to me.

"From Hermes, you will receive speed to outrace the wind. From Hephaestus, the Gauntlets of Victory, crafted from the Aegis itself, impervious to all things. From Apollo, the ability to defy gravity and traverse the skies. From Ares, mastery of the arts of warfare. And from myself, the Lasso of Truth, crafted from the Golden Fleece, given the power of divining truth, and punishing wickedness with my lightning."

I stand on even ground with the gods and goddesses of ancient days, now far more than the sum of my parts. I look upon them with reverence, yet also with kinship.

"I will not fail you."

The light fades, and I am back in the temple, facing my mother. She seems shocked.

"My daughter...you stayed in Olympus on your own, and have weapons now that I never asked for you. What did you see?"

I do not look at her; my gaze is directed out the window, towards the walled sections of the island.

"Something that you will not yet understand. Do not fear me, Mother; I am still your daughter. But there are things you cannot teach me, which I must learn."

"Diana....what are you planning to do?"

I turn and begin to walk away, saying over my shoulder,

"I'm going to find my father."

 

[Byrd Man]

IC:

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The Joker watches the new boy's moves like a trained animal, never taking sight off of him for even a second. This lemon kid had some pretty good material, He could give him that. But he was far from a headlining gig. Pulling out a second pistol, The Joker reached up, aimed, and fired off another section of the freak's hair. A smile came to his lips, as the bullets went off. Now that was entertaining.

"Hate to shove another sport when he's on a roll, but let me get one thing clear to you, sonny boy...", The Joker stated, before reaching into his lapel and squeezing a pump connected to his jacket's carnation.

In a thin but noticeable ooze, a steaming green liquid protruded from the flower, straight at the ape.

"But no one outshines The Joker's act."

"Sonny boy? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Jack dodges most of the Joker's acid, but some lands on his forearm and smokes starts to rise from his yellow arm.

"Oww. That hurt, dammit!......but it was funny, hehehehehehe. Sometimes the old gags work the best. See I'm into that too, like prat falls."

Jack suddenly leaps at Joker and causes him to fall to the ground, just like that. The Creeper is on him with his surprisingly minty breath in his face.

"Let me ask you this..........You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

 

[batnkevlar]

Clark thinks over what Luthor's been telling him. The man is obviously eccentric, he thinks, but he seems sincere about what he's saying.

"I'd love to."

"Good. With my PR team, we can spin a better view of you to the press. Maybe a press coverage in a few days?"

 

[batnkevlar]

Now it's ALAN's turn to look at JAY incredulously

"'A GAME'??! Why don't you tell that to all those people whose lives we saved? Why don't you tell that to the people dying in the streets from all the violence in this world? And why don't you tell THAT to the villians we used to fight? The ones who are still out there killing, stealing, raping. The other day, I saved a young woman from being raped by three armed thugs. But if you want to, you can tell her it was all 'a game'. And why don't you tell that to Dinah. After what happened to her over 50 years ago... I doubt SHE'LL play it off as just 'a game'."

"Alan, our time is up. Leave it to the younger ones."

I turn back to the comic I was reading.

"If you wanna go ot for a beer, then fine. Bu if it's to get back in the game, then I can't. Think about it this way Alan, it's like fate. This world runs on someone's watch, but it isn't God. Someone else is pulling the strings. The so called "rules of war". If people die, it's because THEY want tem to. Get it?"

 

[Lord Doom]

"Alan, our time is up. Leave it to the younger ones."

I turn back to the comic I was reading.

"If you wanna go ot for a beer, then fine. Bu if it's to get back in the game, then I can't. Think about it this way Alan, it's like fate. This world runs on someone's watch, but it isn't God. Someone else is pulling the strings. The so called "rules of war". If people die, it's because THEY want tem to. Get it?"

"So that's it? This is how the world's fastest man plans on spending the rest of his life? Surrounding him self with his past?"

Alan motions to the old comic books on the shelves. Suddenly you see many of the busts, figures, and comics, which were displayed on shelves, fall to the ground with a loud clatter. Robbie Dickles looks at Jay Garrick.

"I'm gonna have to pay for all this, aren't I?"

Alan sighs and massages his temples.

"No, I'M gonna have to pay... YOU don't have a job."

"Oh, yeah..."

Alan looks back at Jay.

"Look, Jay... I'm planning on coming out of retirement. I'm not asking you to join me, but I WOULD like to have a little 'reunion' of the Justice Society. We won't be fighting crime, I just want to make the announcement to everyone I used to fight alongside. I just got my youth restored, and I could really use the support of my teammates."

 

[batnkevlar]

"So that's it? This is how the world's fastest man plans on spending the rest of his life? Surrounding him self with his past?"

Alan motions to the old comic books on the shelves. Suddenly you see many of the busts, figures, and comics, which were displayed on shelves, fall to the ground with a loud clatter. Robbie Dickles looks at Jay Garrick.

"I'm gonna have to pay for all this, aren't I?"

Alan sighs and massages his temples.

"No, I'M gonna have to pay... YOU don't have a job."

"Oh, yeah..."

Alan looks back at Jay.

"Look, Jay... I'm planning on coming out of retirement. I'm not asking you to join me, but I WOULD like to have a little 'reunion' of the Justice Society. We won't be fighting crime, I just want to make the announcement to everyone I used to fight alongside. I just got my youth restored, and I could really use the support of my teammates."

"I don't believe in the fight anymore, but I'm not gonna stop you. I'll be there, to represent the man I used to be, but other than that, no fighting Sportsmaster or Ultra-Humanite."

I put my comic down and look at the mess Dickles made.

"Yeah, someone'll have to pay for that. Anyway Alan, God himself would have to tell me to run again for me to actually bring back the helmet."

I point my finger at Alan.

"And don't you dare use a favor on the Spectre for that last one."

 

[Lord Doom]

"I don't believe in the fight anymore, but I'm not gonna stop you. I'll be there, to represent the man I used to be, but other than that, no fighting Sportsmaster or Ultra-Humanite."

I put my comic down and look at the mess Dickles made.

"Yeah, someone'll have to pay for that. Anyway Alan, God himself would have to tell me to run again for me to actually bring back the helmet."

I point my finger at Alan.

"And don't you dare use a favor on the Spectre for that last one."

Alan smiles.

"As long as I can count on your support, Jay, I'll ask nothing more of you. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find any of the other members of the JLA, would you? I haven't really been keeping in touch..."

 

[batnkevlar]

Alan smiles.

"As long as I can count on your support, Jay, I'll ask nothing more of you. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find any of the other members of the JLA, would you? I haven't really been keeping in touch..."

"Well, last I heard, Ted was in Metropolis, I think, that or Gotham, doing his normal boxing routine. Dinah Drake got married that detective on Gotham. She has a kid now too. I'm not sure what happened to Dinah, all I know is the kid has a detective agency of her own. Hawkman and Hawkgirl are god knows where, the Thunderbolt's gone missing, the Spectre's disappeared, Rex Tyler's retired, and Terrific's got himself a grandson who's taken on the family business. Or so I've heard."