The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Byrd Man]

A chain smoking Brit, a voodoo queen and a talking dog....a mother ****ing talking dog! I guess it finally happend, I went off the deepend. Well, if that's the case....how come I'm laying face first on the floor of my ratty apartment.


"Note to self....never snort Peyote off a hooker's ass."

I get up and look outside the window....the sun's setting low in Hub and I have to get to work........

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They say in Hub City, the worst gang of all isn't the mob, or the Triads....it's the police force, of all the cops, there is only one I know that can be trusted. A latin firebrand named Renee Montoya. I'm gonna have to help her advance up the ladder..........


Commissioner Johnson is the worst apple in the bunch. He runs the force just like the mob, small buisnesses pay protection money and tribute to him, he even had the nerve to send some cops into the a small deli and wreck it for being a week late on their protection money. In order to get my revenge, I sit and watch him every night for a week to get his routine down. I make my move one Wednesday night, breaking into his house and dragging his fat ass all the way down town.

I slap Johnson on the top of his bald head as he wakes up with a start.

"What's going on?"

"Hello Commish, how is every thing? The wife and kids doing alright I hope."

His eyes go wide as he sees who I am.

"You! It's you...ppppppplease don't kill me! I beg of you, you don't know who you're messing with, you kill me and the whole force will come down on you like the hand of god."

I shove an old sock in his mouth and watch as he tries to spit it out.

"Does it look like I care? Now, here is how it's gonna go. I don't want to kill you. It's just that, I sorta have to. Nothing personal, but you are an evil man and haven't done jack $hit for this city, hell it's even worse than Gotham and that is saying something. All you've done is take, take, take and that Deli you destroyed was the last straw. If you look around, you might recognize this place, it's the very deli you sent your men to destroy. Poetic justice, no? Well anyway, I've babbled on too much. Time for you to die."

I hold up a meat slicer and smile underneath my mask. He starts to scream and even manages to spit the sock out of his mouth.

"WHAT THE **** ARE YOU!?!?!"

I reach out for him with my left and lower the meat slicer.

"I'm, The Question."

 

[Cyrusbales]

Raye returns with a Grande Mocha.

She says, "I wasn't sure what you liked so I just kind of guessed."

She then rips the foil off of a plastic creamer and dumps the cream into a dumpster. Quickly she transfoms into the Atom and stands next to the coffee.

The Atom says, "Well this gives new meaning to the term Grande."

She dips the empty creamer container into the coffee and fills it up.

She says, "On the bright side if I stay at this size then my grocery bill will be seriously low."

The Atom picks up the coffee and floats up to Marvel. He takes it at as the Atom begins to drink out of her make shift cup.

She asks, "So have you met any other heroes? What are they like? I mean do you all have get togethers or keep in touch?"

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Captain Marvel held the coffee, trying to look greatful, whilst not wanting to drink it.

"Well, I can tell you that I've met a whole lot more villains. For every hero there are many more villains."

He notices Raye's face drop a little, why was his outlook on life so depressing? He was a realist, but it would seem that the real world was closer to pesimism than anything else.

"Always working alone, I wouldn't know about other heroes, I have heard of a few groups that exist, and this new 'League' thing that seems to be growing."

Noticing the uncomfortable body language of his new found friend, he tries to rectify the sitaution and turn things back to the positive side.

"Seeing as you're new to this business, how about helping me out? Let me show you how to use your powers for justice and the good?"

 

[Cyrusbales]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

You got to be *****t*ng me. I knew this guy was off, but demon boy? Don't know if I was better off on my own or not! Then again, if he's on my side, that's all that matters.

I watch as he slams into the frey. I get closer, might as well have a decent watch.

"Come on, take your time, should have taken him by now..."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Seeing the two leap at each other, and throwing a host of punches, I decide maybe it's time for John to do something. I hate it when that happens.

I rummage into my jacket, digging past various pieces of crap and junk I've picked up along the way, I send a smiling glance their way, then draw out a bulbous glass bottle.

This should do the trick.

"Hey, demon-boy, bring that ugly bastard over here would you?"

Flicking open a lighter, the end of this very special cigarette ignites, spewing out purple smoke into my mouth and lungs.

Breathing some of the smoke into the glass container, it floats around, almost like a phantom caught in a trap, there's prophetic irony if ever I've seen it.

All I'm waiting for now is this freaky piece of crap demon, to make his way over here....

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: Brainiac)

As he looked across the room at his guests, he was disappointed. He had certainly gone out of his way to draw attention to the unveiling of his device, and had indeed fixed many an eye upon it. Gathered around the conference table were some of the world's most gifted technologists: Ted Kord and Michael Holt, both of whom represented their own private firms; Lucius Fox, representing Wayne Industries; and a pair by the name of Loomis and Schott, who revealed very little about themselves. Even "The Toyman" Ichiro Okamura, who had already seen the designs, had flown in from Tokyo for this announcement.

He had scanned the brainwave patterns of his guests, counted two Ninth-Level Intellects and several Eighth-Levels among them. Surely, these were among the very most intelligent this species had to offer. And yet, the one prize he yearned for was absent: Lex Luthor had not even responded to the invitation.

"Technology," he began, a hint of condescension in his tone, "has always been the cornerstone of human civilization. Since the species evolved the capabilities to craft tools of stone or build fires, man has sought to improve this world with works of wonder. The advancement of technology is typically slow, new sciences and ideas taking decades to truly come into their own. However, every so often, a new invention, a new discipline, a new way of thinking completely revolutionizes the world.

"Consider how the wheel allowed civilization to emerge from tribal cultures. Consider the impact of railroads on this country's way of life. Consider how much the world has changed in little more than ten years with the advent of the Internet.

"And now, gentlemen, consider...this."

He opened the plain black briefcase that lay on the table, and in it was a laptop computer and a small device, a sort of ear-piece no larger than a hands-free phone. The guests looked at it, with emotions ranging from skepticism to awe.

"I would like to thank Mr. Okamura for providing me with the resources to create a working protoype. I admit, it does not appear to be much, but I assure you, it is what's inside that counts. Many of you may know my experiences in the field of nano-technology, the culmination of which is what lies before you. Inside a single pod no bigger than a simple earphone, there is a network of microscopic machines that will very literally change the way you think."

Kord, his eyes widened, interrupted him.

"I assume, Mr. Fine, that this is similar to what the LexCorp Nano-tech procedures are attempting?"

The part of him that was still Milton Fine seethed. His old think-tank, the firm that backed him, had been bought out by Luthor and put to that very task. Still, he retained his composure, and the human elements within him were suppressed.

"In a way, yes. Similar to Mr. Luthor's project, this device contains a myriad of nanites which tune into the wearer's brainwave patterns and feed information directly into the subconscious mind. Over time, it would in fact increase one's IQ. It also performs physiological diagnostics, searching for and destroying any internal anomalies on a level that even the most gifted surgeons could not duplicate. Unlike Luthor's procedures, however, this is all done without the need of invasive surgery; indeed, the nanites never leave the home pod without explicit consent of the wearer. And it is also capable of so much more..."

The guests listened intently now, the young Okamura particularly excited as he fidgeted in his chair.

"The true achievement of the device is this: it is connected wirelessly to every other such device in the world. And as such, so are the minds of the wearers. Upon interfacing with the unit, one is connected to a new form of communication and information gathering; a sort of 'Living Internet,' if you will. Individuals may communicate across the network in what can only be described as telepathy. Global positioning would be instantaneous and accurate. The military applications of such a device are immediately evident, but consider the countless other ways this could be employed. With a very thought, the entire sum of all human knowledge is available.

"This, gentlemen, is the new stage of human existence. With this upgrade, the human race exists not only as a collection of individuals...but as a single, united organism."

The guests sat in stunned silence. He smiled, contented. Even without Luthor's immediate help, the combined resources of these companies would be more than enough to manufacture and distribute his device world-wide. The upgrade could begin on a global scale.

"So, gentlemen...who wants to try it?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Captain Marvel held the coffee, trying to look greatful, whilst not wanting to drink it.

"Well, I can tell you that I've met a whole lot more villains. For every hero there are many more villains."

He notices Raye's face drop a little, why was his outlook on life so depressing? He was a realist, but it would seem that the real world was closer to pesimism than anything else.

"Always working alone, I wouldn't know about other heroes, I have heard of a few groups that exist, and this new 'League' thing that seems to be growing."

Noticing the uncomfortable body language of his new found friend, he tries to rectify the sitaution and turn things back to the positive side.

"Seeing as you're new to this business, how about helping me out? Let me show you how to use your powers for justice and the good?"

The Atom floated in scilence for a moment.

Villians...I mean I took on the Joker but he is really one of the villians for Batman and that was just dumb luck...there actually might be someone out there who would love to see me...see me...dead. I could be shoved into a paper shredder or trapped in a microwave oven or something like that...I...I.

She finally looks at Marvel and says, "The prospect of a villian actually wanting to kill me is somewhat daunting. But you know what Marvel? The prospect of a villian harming an innocent person is more than I can take."

The Atom sets her jaw and says, "Teach me what I don't know and help me build on what I do know. I am ready."

 

[Cyrusbales]

The Atom floated in scilence for a moment.

Villians...I mean I took on the Joker but he is really one of the villians for Batman and that was just dumb luck...there actually might be someone out there who would love to see me...see me...dead. I could be shoved into a paper shredder or trapped in a microwave oven or something like that...I...I.

She finally looks at Marvel and says, "The prospect of a villian actually wanting to kill me is somewhat daunting. But you know what Marvel? The prospect of a villian harming an innocent person is more than I can take."

The Atom sets her jaw and says, "Teach me what I don't know and help me build on what I do know. I am ready."

CAPTAIN MARVEL

How could he best relate decades worth of practical learning to this young woman? He himself was thrown in at the deep end, when you gain that much power, so many people wish to strip it from you.

"There is a lot to learn, most of it is about yourself. You have to know your weaknessess so you can erradicate them. Discover your limits, then push them further than you think you can."

Sounding more like teacher from a kung-fu movie, he could see that this was not what she needed to hear. but rather it was what had to be said. Being a hero was not easy, and Captain Marvel had to make sure that Faye knew this.

"Since you've had a long day, we can begin tomorrow night. Think carefully, if you are not wiling to sacrifice everything in the name of justice, then you may not want to continue, meet me here tomorrow at 8pm..."

Moments later, he was gone. Saoring through the air and cutting his way through the clouds, Bill felt bad for the harsh tone it seemed he took. Having the best interests at heart didn't seem to help his people skills at all. Whether for the good of mankind or not, he hoped she'd be there tomorrow, it would seem a softspot for her was building...

 

[MST3K 4ever]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

How could he best relate decades worth of practical learning to this young woman? He himself was thrown in at the deep end, when you gain that much power, so many people wish to strip it from you.

"There is a lot to learn, most of it is about yourself. You have to know your weaknessess so you can erradicate them. Discover your limits, then push them further than you think you can."

Sounding more like teacher from a kung-fu movie, he could see that this was not what she needed to hear. but rather it was what had to be said. Being a hero was not easy, and Captain Marvel had to make sure that Faye knew this.

"Since you've had a long day, we can begin tomorrow night. Think carefully, if you are not wiling to sacrifice everything in the name of justice, then you may not want to continue, meet me here tomorrow at 8pm..."

Moments later, he was gone. Saoring through the air and cutting his way through the clouds, Bill felt bad for the harsh tone it seemed he took. Having the best interests at heart didn't seem to help his people skills at all. Whether for the good of mankind or not, he hoped she'd be there tomorrow, it would seem a softspot for her was building...

The Atom watches Marvel take to the sky.

His people skills aren't exactly warm & fuzzy, but there is a lot of truth in what he is saying. I do need to be aware of my weaknesses because there will be those who will use them against me.

She returns to normal height and uses the back alley to get back into her office. Rhiannon then cuts on her voice-mail. The usual junk clutters her voice-mail box and she deletes most of the messages. She does the same with her e-mail and then stares out at the Gotham night.

Think carefully, if you are not wiling to sacrifice everything in the name of justice, then you may not want to continue

Those words kept echoing in her mind.


Sacrifice...sacrifice what? I don't have a lot of personal issues in my life. Mom and I are hit or miss in talking to one another, and most of the people here think I am a grown-up version of Lisa Simpson. I became a scientist to help others, and I now have a tremendous gift. I'm no better than a billionare who doesn't use their wealth to help others if I ignore this gift.

Rhiannon stands up with a determined feeling coursing through her entire being.

No turning back now I am in this until the end.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

How could he best relate decades worth of practical learning to this young woman? He himself was thrown in at the deep end, when you gain that much power, so many people wish to strip it from you.

"There is a lot to learn, most of it is about yourself. You have to know your weaknessess so you can erradicate them. Discover your limits, then push them further than you think you can."

Sounding more like teacher from a kung-fu movie, he could see that this was not what she needed to hear. but rather it was what had to be said. Being a hero was not easy, and Captain Marvel had to make sure that Faye knew this.

"Since you've had a long day, we can begin tomorrow night. Think carefully, if you are not wiling to sacrifice everything in the name of justice, then you may not want to continue, meet me here tomorrow at 8pm..."

Moments later, he was gone. Saoring through the air and cutting his way through the clouds, Bill felt bad for the harsh tone it seemed he took. Having the best interests at heart didn't seem to help his people skills at all. Whether for the good of mankind or not, he hoped she'd be there tomorrow, it would seem a softspot for her was building...

The Atom watches Marvel take to the sky.

His people skills aren't exactly warm & fuzzy, but there is a lot of truth in what he is saying. I do need to be aware of my weaknesses because there will be those who will use them against me.

She returns to normal height and uses the back alley to get back into her office. Rhiannon then cuts on her voice-mail. The usual junk clutters her voice-mail box and she deletes most of the messages. She does the same with her e-mail and then stares out at the Gotham night.

Think carefully, if you are not wiling to sacrifice everything in the name of justice, then you may not want to continue

Those words kept echoing in her mind.


Sacrifice...sacrifice what? I don't have a lot of personal issues in my life. Mom and I are hit or miss in talking to one another, and most of the people here think I am a grown-up version of Lisa Simpson. I became a scientist to help others, and I now have a tremendous gift. I'm no better than a billionare who doesn't use their wealth to help others if ignore the gift that I have been presented to help others.

Rhiannon stands up with a determined feeling coursing through her entire being.

No turning back now I am in this until the end.

 

[Cyrusbales]

The Atom watches Marvel take to the sky.

His people skills aren't exactly warm & fuzzy, but there is a lot of truth in what he is saying. I do need to be aware of my weaknesses because there will be those who will use them against me.

She returns to normal height and uses the back alley to get back into her office. Rhiannon then cuts on her voice-mail. The usual junk clutters her voice-mail box and she deletes most of the messages. She does the same with her e-mail and then stares out at the Gotham night.

Think carefully, if you are not wiling to sacrifice everything in the name of justice, then you may not want to continue

Those words kept echoing in her mind.


Sacrifice...sacrifice what? I don't have a lot of personal issues in my life. Mom and I are hit or miss in talking to one another, and most of the people here think I am a grown-up version of Lisa Simpson. I became a scientist to help others, and I now have a tremendous gift. I'm no better than a billionare who doesn't use their wealth to help others if ignore the gift that I have been presented to help others.

Rhiannon stands up with a determined feeling coursing through her entire being.

No turning back now I am in this until the end.

CAPTAIN MARVEL

A day had passed since Earth's mightiest mortal had come to this alley. He was early, he always was, early, prepared and ready for anything.

What if his speech had scared her off? He thought about this, but tried not to dwell, if she didn't showed, she was definately not hero material, if she did show, what would he say?

Thoughts flying through his head, he had finally realised that his social skills had been left behind.

He had seen recently that the world was in a great upheaval, teams of superheroes working together, villains likewise. Perhaps it was time he trained others into the field of justice and the fight for the good? Perhaps he just had spent too long in the alley thinking too much.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

D'oh ignore this one...nothing to see here

 

[MST3K 4ever]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

A day had passed since Earth's mightiest mortal had come to this alley. He was early, he always was, early, prepared and ready for anything.

What if his speech had scared her off? He thought about this, but tried not to dwell, if she didn't showed, she was definately not hero material, if she did show, what would he say?

Thoughts flying through his head, he had finally realised that his social skills had been left behind.

He had seen recently that the world was in a great upheaval, teams of superheroes working together, villains likewise. Perhaps it was time he trained others into the field of justice and the fight for the good? Perhaps he just had spent too long in the alley thinking too much.

The Atom had been waiting in the alley since 7:30. She is microscopic size observing the life forms in a near by puddle.


I haven't been this excited since...since...The first time I got to go to Hawaii with dad when he made the Pro-Bowl...hope this turns out better than that did. Spent 2 days in the hotel room recovering from a 2nd degree sun-burn. I mean it would take a microscope thousands of hours to process everything that I am seeing right now I mean this is so....
Just then she hears what sounds like thunder. She looks up and sees Marvel has landed.

He probably wasn't that loud but at my size a fly buzzing around would sound like a helicopter. Well it's time to get started on my first day of hero 101...no going back now and never let him see you sweat...then again if he can see me sweat at this size I'm impressed.

The Atom begins to grow to 6 inches and stops. She then floats up to eye-level with Marvel and bows her head to him as a student to a sensi.

 

[Byrd Man]

GREEN LANTERN​

I see her walk past me down the emerald hallways of Oa, she's got red skin and a body that just won't quit. From the look in her eyes, I can tell she's intrested and I'm gonna follow.........

Ten minutes later and we're in someone's office, I'm undoing her uniform, watching the top slide off her slender shoulders and fall around her feet. We still haven't said a word......

I'm about halfway into it when I hear a beep go off, dammit.

"Your ring or mine?"

I sit up on the desk and look over at the pile of clother laying on the floor.

"It's mine."

I hold out my hand and my ring flys through the air, sliding gently on my ring finger.

"Jordan."

Abin's voice echoes through the room.

"Something's going down near Andromeda. Where you at?"

I look over at the redskinned beauty as she starts to put her clothes on. I sigh as I get off the desk and start to dress.

"I was just working on something. I'll be there in five, Jordan out."

I slip into my pants and watch as she's got all her clothes on by now.

"Shame we couldn't have finished. There's always next time though. I'm Katma."

I pull my shirt over my head and slide the mask on my face.

"Hal Jordan, and I'm late."

A green aura surronds me as I raise into the air and fly out the office. Abin's floating outside the front door when I fly by him.

"Let's roll."

 

[Spike_x1]

"No problem," I say, reaching into my jacket. I pull out a transmitter, the size of a button. "Take this transmitter. That way I'll be able to contact you if I need you, and vice versa. I take it you can remember you're way out? Haha, super-memory, or something or another."

Clark grabbed the small device and inspected it carefully at superspeed, examining every conceivable trace on it, but appearing to Luthor that he had barely even glimpsed it, before sliding the transmitter into a pouch on the inside his cape.

"I'll be in touch, Lex," said Superman with a small smile, showing gratitude towards Luthor's generosity. After that, he turned and soared away, peacefully traveling several miles before his superhearing picked up the noise of screaming, yelling, and alarms ringing loudly. Without a second thought, the Superman rolled his direction of flight towards the source of the distress: Stryker's Island.

Within seconds, Clark was above the power plant, pausing briefly to assess the situation with his X-ray vision and plot a course of action. The facility had flames licking out of its windows and workers quickly scrambling to the emergency exits.

"This looks like a job for--"

Before he could complete his sentence, a figure dressed in deep purple and green colors flew straight passed Clark and into the flaring building. "...Someone else...?" Superman raised an eyebrow curiously before following the stranger into the inferno.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Hail to the Chief: Part 1

The sun was setting on the nation's capital as it's people hurried about their business oblivious to it all.
In one of the rooms on the third floor of Hay-Adams Hotel, one of the finest in the city, a man stood by the window staring down at all the ants as they scurried about their daily routine.

"Senator Ross", came the call from the guard from across the room.

"Yes", replied Mr. Ross as he absently gazed out the office window.

"They're ready for you sir."

"Very good, Gerald", said Ross as he turned and walked past the man and out of the room, "let's make history."

Moving down the hallway, Peter Ross entered the elevator escorted by two armed bodyguards. They were headed down towards the lobby where everything was set up for the announcement. This country has been stuck in stagnation under the control of a moron for too long. It was time for a change, and Ross would not disappoint. He would change the world when he entered office.

And he would become President, that much was certain. Plans were already underway. It was simply getting through the formality of it all that would tax his patience. But, once his goal is achieved...

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. As Ross stepped out into the lobby flanked by his security, dozens of flash bulbs went off as reporters scrambled to take pictures for tomorrow's papers.
Making his way through the crowd which seemingly parted for him like the Red Sea parting for Moses, Ross made his way to stand behind a podium which held nearly a dozen microphones from different news affiliates.

As the crown quieted down and took their seats, Peter Ross cleared his voice. It was time to begin.

"Good evening. I'd like to thank you all for coming here tonight. I know you all have deadlines to meet, so I'll make this brief. My name is Peter Ross, as you all are aware, Senator out of Kansas...and, tonight, I'm formally announcing my candidacy for President of the United States for this year's election."

 

[trustyside-kick]

Larnyx was nearly crushed. Can barely breathe. Ribs and spine may have suffered slight trauma from both impacts. Doesn't matter. I'm not dead enough to stay out of this just yet. Not while I'm still able to think with rationality. Which, more or less, may be my only advantage against Hagen in his current state.

Direct attacks aren't working... His entire physicality has been reduced to some kind of thick residue. Reasoning isn't working either... Hagen's mental state has suffered due to his circumstance. I'm running out of options faster than Thorne has time to stay alive.

Reaching into my belt as Hagen becomes distracted, I take out three Batarangs, and aim for the ceiling. He may have the advantage of physical prowess and overall stamina... but what he doesn't have is my specialty. The element of surprise.

I throw the three Batarangs, nearly falling over as I do. Lucky the armor's holding out... This could be much worse. The overhead lights shatter and go out, as planned, leaving the room in pitch black darkness. I quickly tap the side of my cowl, switching the lenses from standard to night vision. Hagen looks around, as Thorne cowers in fear.

Damn it. I may have distracted Hagen, but that'll last for seconds, at best. I need to think up a follow up tactic, and fast. Before Hagen gets smart and realises that I'm relatively unprepared.

Getting to my feet, I drape my cape over the visible half of my face, and make my way across the room. Have to think. Hagen mentioned the name Clayface. While it's hard to actually determine the true residue he's been conformed to, the assumption of clay does leave me with a couple of options.

From my observations of his attacks, Clayface's abilities can only be used when Hagen shifts his DNA. The fact that he's able to do that in itself already tells me how he's able to control it. It's probably how he's even able to keep himself together. So if I restrict that ability by encasing him within a solid element, I can put a stop to his attacks. And the most obvious, at this point, is freezing. But since that's out of the question, I'll have to work with the alternative I've just spotted.

Taking out a micro-explosive from my belt, I quickly place it onto the nearby water pipes and activate it. It beeps, catching Hagen's attention. But in a few seconds, that won't matter either.

"Come and get me.", I growl, provoking him.

He turns, and charges, his 'hammers' at the ready. I place my fingertips on a button placed atop my beltstrap, and wait a few moments, letting him get close.

Almost there.

Now.

I leap, sideways, simultaneously pressing the button. The pipe explodes. Water comes rushing from it, straight at Hagen. I don't waste the time to make sure if he's affected or not. I leap over to Thorne, grabbing him by the jacket as I kick a nearby window apart with my boot.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Saving your life, you ungrateful vermin.", I respond, before pulling on his jacket and throwing him above my head, out the window.

Below us is Thorne's garden. He'll have a safe enough landing. I turn around, slipping two more Batarangs out of my belt as I block the broken window.

"You want him, you'll go through me. No more games."

Clayface- 'Last Chance'
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"No!"

After Batman manages to stop Clayface in his barrage of attacks and rage, the water keeps getting closer and closer. Matt sees that The Batman helped Thorne get a way, only continuing to anger him further. Forgetting about the running water, Matt lets out more furries of attacks. His two hands shift into to sharp metal axes, and they leap out attacking The Batman.

But it proves to be useless, the water is getting into Matt's body now, slowly seeping. It is only a matter of time before the rest of it comes much stronger; plus Matt is having trouble maintaining his form now as well. Each attack he throws at Batman, the more he has to concentrate to keep his hands in the sharp axe form, and Batman keeps dodging.

"You can't do this to me! You can't do this to Clayface! I AM GOING TO GET TO THORNE, AH!!"

Matt, continuing to struggle to keep his form, finally manages to hit Batman, but his axe-like hands revert back to just clay, only slapping Batman enough to push him back and not cut him. Matt leaps forward, trying to jump over the water, but as he lands, one toe...just one toe of his lands in the water, and he is instantly starting to lose shape.

"I CAN'T! AHHH!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!! THIS CAN'T BE IT! NOT LIKE THIS!"

His mind is going haywire and Matt cannot concentrate. He cannot think straight. He cannot hold his form any longer. He cannot survive unless he can get away; but he can't. He begins to slowly shrink. No. He isn't shrinking. He is decomposing and falling apart. He thought he just bearly hit the water but he actually is now engulfed by it.

"NOO!!! ARRGHH!! AAAAAAAH!!!"

Matt struggles but manages, just manages, to try to take shape again and is momentarily able to stand up once again, but just bearly. With such sort time he can hold himself together, Matt lashes out towards Batman, who leaps to the side, dodging, as Matt's clay-like body flies out the window. A loud *SPLAT* sound is heard as Matt lands into the garden, where Thorne backs away in fear. But he has nothing to fear; nothing is happening. Thorne looks up at his broken window, seeing the Batman look out of it. As Thorne turns back around, however, Matt is gone. The puddle of clay is gone. Clayface...is gone.

Seeping around as a giant puddle of clay, Matt manages to escape and rests in a nearby alley. The sounds of sirens echo the streets as a robbery is taking place, but Matt does not know this; he thinks they are coming for him. With all the will power he has in him, he is once again able to take shape, reforms his body and shapeshifts into an old man with a cane.

As the police cars zoom past the alley, Matt watches, trying to rest from the excessive amount of exposure to the water. Dried up and feeling stronger again, Matt begins to walk down the side-walks and streets of Gotham city, disguised as an old man with his walking-stick.

OCC: This is my last Clayface post. Sorry I am not going to continue. I was hoping to do more but I explained my reasons in the OOC thread as to why I am not going to play in this RPG any longer.

 

[Cyrusbales]

The Atom had been waiting in the alley since 7:30. She is microscopic size observing the life forms in a near by puddle.


I haven't been this excited since...since...The first time I got to go to Hawaii with dad when he made the Pro-Bowl...hope this turns out better than that did. Spent 2 days in the hotel room recovering from a 2nd degree sun-burn. I mean it would take a microscope thousands of hours to process everything that I am seeing right now I mean this is so....
Just then she hears what sounds like thunder. She looks up and sees Marvel has landed.

He probably wasn't that loud but at my size a fly buzzing around would sound like a helicopter. Well it's time to get started on my first day of hero 101...no going back now and never let him see you sweat...then again if he can see me sweat at this size I'm impressed.

The Atom begins to grow to 6 inches and stops. She then floats up to eye-level with Marvel and bows her head to him as a student to a sensi.

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Upon seeing her, he was glad she had made the right descision.

"Good morning, I'd ask if you slept well, but I'm pretty sure you didn't. After all, today is a big day, the first of many I hope."

Floating upwards, Earth's mightiest mortal ascends till he is perched on a building top, the Atom close behind. Gazing out into the world, the buildings dominating the horizon.

"See this, all the way out to the horizon. This is what you must serve and protect, from one end of the earth to the other. However you will never be able to secure it all, which is why we get up every day."

He may not be the best socialiser there is, but when it comes to issues of justice, there is no one finer.

 

[Batman]

Clayface- 'Last Chance'
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"No!"

After Batman manages to stop Clayface in his barrage of attacks and rage, the water keeps getting closer and closer. Matt sees that The Batman helped Thorne get a way, only continuing to anger him further. Forgetting about the running water, Matt lets out more furries of attacks. His two hands shift into to sharp metal axes, and they leap out attacking The Batman.

But it proves to be useless, the water is getting into Matt's body now, slowly seeping. It is only a matter of time before the rest of it comes much stronger; plus Matt is having trouble maintaining his form now as well. Each attack he throws at Batman, the more he has to concentrate to keep his hands in the sharp axe form, and Batman keeps dodging.

"You can't do this to me! You can't do this to Clayface! I AM GOING TO GET TO THORNE, AH!!"

Matt, continuing to struggle to keep his form, finally manages to hit Batman, but his axe-like hands revert back to just clay, only slapping Batman enough to push him back and not cut him. Matt leaps forward, trying to jump over the water, but as he lands, one toe...just one toe of his lands in the water, and he is instantly starting to lose shape.

"I CAN'T! AHHH!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!! THIS CAN'T BE IT! NOT LIKE THIS!"

His mind is going haywire and Matt cannot concentrate. He cannot think straight. He cannot hold his form any longer. He cannot survive unless he can get away; but he can't. He begins to slowly shrink. No. He isn't shrinking. He is decomposing and falling apart. He thought he just bearly hit the water but he actually is now engulfed by it.

"NOO!!! ARRGHH!! AAAAAAAH!!!"

Matt struggles but manages, just manages, to try to take shape again and is momentarily able to stand up once again, but just bearly. With such sort time he can hold himself together, Matt lashes out towards Batman, who leaps to the side, dodging, as Matt's clay-like body flies out the window. A loud *SPLAT* sound is heard as Matt lands into the garden, where Thorne backs away in fear. But he has nothing to fear; nothing is happening. Thorne looks up at his broken window, seeing the Batman look out of it. As Thorne turns back around, however, Matt is gone. The puddle of clay is gone. Clayface...is gone.

Hagen makes a prompt exit, as Thorne can only watch with what I can only imagine is a level of horror I've never experienced. The only residue left of Hagen's deformed body rests ontop of my chestplate. I grab it, quickly, and place it into a pouch of my belt. Maybe if I can analyze it properly, I'll be able to find a cure for Clayface's condition in itself. Or at least an alternate method of capturing him until someone of true profession can find a cure.

I can't say Thorne didn't deserve what happened to him tonight, but I can't say it was justified, either. He and Clayface are cut from the same circle of criminality. The very circle that feeds at Gotham's core. Thorne may be free of Hagen's wrath tonight, but he'll be living a life of fear until the day Hagen returns. Hopefully I can find him first.

Speaking of which...

I spread my cape and glide down into the gardens below. Thorne tries to run. I pull loose and throw a batarang straight into his calve muscle. It downs him quick. The wound won't be fatal. But it'll definitely get his attention.

"GAH! Son of a *****!", He yells, as I walk over to him. "Goddamn son of a-"

I've had enough of Thorne for tonight. But he isn't going to be let off the hook this easily. I grab him by the throat, and lift him to my height.

"Going somewhere, Thorne?", I growl.

"What?! What?! I wasn't doing anything! Just tryin' to get away from that freak!"

I look down at his cellphone, which falls out of his pocket. It already has a pre-dialed number flashing on it. I look back at him and throw him a sneer that silences his already damaged testimony.

"More to the point, you were going to try and issue a bounty on Hagen's head.", I state, lifting him higher off the ground. "You were going to turn Gotham into a warzone just to get back at him. And I know you have the connections to make that possible."

He struggles. I tighten my grip. He's quick to cease.

"Listen to me and listen good, Thorne. Hagen will be taken care of. The right way, at my hands. And if I see even one of your thugs trying to get in the way of that, I won't guarantee their safety."

He manages a nod. I drop him on his knees, hard, and leap to the ledge of his garden. Somewhere out there, Clayface lurks. Possibly reforming his damaged DNA, waiting for another chance to strike out at Thorne, or anyone else in the city. I tighten my fists. I will not, and cannot afford to allow that. I'm bringing him in.

Thorne grunts, angrily. I turn around, and stare. His expression soon changes from angry to the one I'm most familiar with: fearful.

"Have a pleasant evening."

Spreading my cape, I leap from the ledge, and into the city. Throwing out a line, it takes only moments before I'm airborne. I'm injured from the battle... need to make my way back to the cavern, and see if Alfred's prepared for this type of nursing.

How many more nights of this will it take before I can admit to myself that this is insanity?

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: Wonder Woman)

The island looks so...small...from up here.

I've never been up this high before; the treatments of Amazonian technology had given me the ability to fly, but only so high before the air would be too thin for me to handle. Endowed now with powers from the Goddesses and Gods of Olympus, though, such limits mean little.

When standing at ground level in Themyscira, our palaces and towers would overwhelm the senses with awe. When walking along the streets, looking at the marvels of architecture and technology, or observing the peaceful and thriving communities, it isn't hard to imagine that one is stepping into a perfect world. I suppose that is why it has been known as Paradise Island.

From the clouds, though, it all looks so small, the majestic structures barely a speck. The gleaming cities seem so tiny with the mass of the ocean crashing against the coasts. And on the other side of the island, I see a place that is far from Paradise.

From up here, it's barely a patch of brown and grey, but as I begin my descent, I can make out the crude huts and hovels, the smoke rising from fires. Around it all, I see the massive wall, keeping this seeming pestilence out from our perfect communities.

It is the dwelling place of the Men of Themyscira. And that is where I'll find my father.

 

[Batman]

It's been a day since Clayface was last sighted. Either he's gone into hiding, or he's decomposed completely. I can only hope for the former rather than the latter. But in any case, Thorne and the rest of Gotham seem to be safe for now. But unfortunately, only from Clayface. Not from the rest.

When I came back to the cave early this morning, Alfred alerted me that while I was busy trying to keep Thorne alive and keep Hagen subdued, The Gotham Chemical Works were placed under siege earlier that evening. Not only was The Creeper, who I had thought to be captured and held within the Arkham Institution for the criminally insane, spotted amongst the chaos... there were, again, reports indicating a set of distorted corpses with their facial muscles pulled back in a grotesque and tranced grin.

Needless to say, it took little time to figure out the culprit responsible. But The Creeper's involvement only fuels a conclusion I dare not even consider: The Joker and Creeper have formed some sort of sick and twisted allieance. But thankfully, there are other possibilities. In my only encounter with Creeper, he seemed to be on a vigilante quest more than a rampage of genocidal maniacality. Perhaps he was trying to stop The Joker, rather than join him.

But I cannot allow either to operate within Gotham, regardless. They're both mentally unstable to the point that each and every citizen is in danger the longer that both are left free to roam the city's streets. And I will stop them. It's just a matter of patience and skill. Hopefully, I can manage to keep both intact long enough to be of some aid to Gordon and Gotham as a whole. I'm getting tired of failure, recently. These people need to be put away once and for all... and it's time to get serious about it.

I look upwards from the control panel of the computer, to see Alfred walking towards me. I look back down, reviewing the data on the sample of Clayface's mutagenic DNA that I aqquired from the battle.

"What is it, Alfred?", I ask, noticing that he's stopped infront of the panel.

"I do hate to be bothersome, Master Bruce, but you've recieved a message from Wayne Enteprises. Lucius Fox and the other board members wish to speak with you immediately."

I type in another few keys on the panel. The readout of the DNA conforms to a 3D grid, allowing me to inspect the capabilities a bit more closely, without resorting to tamperment of the sample.

"Tell them I'm busy.", I state, turning around to the screen behind me as the grid loads onto the screen.

"With all due respect, sir, this is one call that I think you're going to want to take."

I turn around, facing Alfred.

"They're discussing the matter of whether or not to find a new CEO."

My eyebrow arches, underneath the cowl.

"What?"

An hour later, the elevator comes to a stop on the top floor, as the doors retract and allow me access into the main hallway leading to the boardroom. I give a glance towards the receptionist, putting on a fake grin.

"Katherine. How's that golf swing managing?"

She smiles back at me, as I make my way to the twin doors at the end of the hall. Pushing them open, I notice a conversation is brewing within. But it ceases, as all eyes fall towards me, once I make my way within the room. Shutting the doors behind me, I look around. Every one of the board of directors stare back at me. And rather unpleasantly.

"Alright. Let's get down to it. What exactly is going on, here?", I ask, with a seriousness I wouldn't usually make known.

Immediately, my question is answered with a strict tone belonging to one of the oldest members of the board. A man who's been apart of this company since my father began here.

"Exactly what we've told you, Mr. Wayne.", He states. "We're discussing the matter of who exactly is fit to run this company in the proper way."

I raise an eyebrow.

"But I haven't even considered a resignation as of yet."

"No, you haven't. But perhaps it would've been best if you had."

I narrow my eyes.

"I'm... not exactly following you, here. Why is this being discussed?"

Another board member speaks up, drawing the attention of the others.

"Quite simply, Bruce, we've began reviewing your performance as of late. And while you've donated a generous amount of money to the company's sponsored charities, your work ethic is far from perfection.", She states, in an equally as strict tone. "Infact, we're not even sure if we could consider what you've been doing here for the last few months as 'work', in the first place."

I look around the room. They all share the same expression. My guilt rises as quickly as my charade fades. Perhaps... I've been too careful about my identity. Too thick with the "spoiled brat" routine to hide my truer nature. Perhaps it's even caused me to become neglectful of my responsibilities as Bruce Wayne, as I've become more focused on my duties as Batman.

"Look.", I begin, eyeing the entire board. "I'm aware that I may have been... neglectful, at times, regarding what's best in the interest of the company as a whole. And for that, I sincerely apologise. But have I not been an active part of this company, and this board, every day for the past year? Surely that has to mean something."

"I'm afraid, Mr. Wayne, that calling in from home and speaking to us over an answering machine is just not the same as actually being here in person. None of us have even seen you for the past two weeks.", The older board member argues. "As a CEO, your job entitles you to be more mindful of that. Regardless of any hangovers you may have on any particular morning."

My fists close, unseen to them. They don't know. They can't possibly know the true reason I've made up excuses such as a hangover. And while I agree that I should take this position with a bit more seriousness, I can't help it. There are some days that I can't even get out of bed, due to the extremities of the injuries I've sustained after a night's work.

But I can't tell them that. And I hate it.

"I know you mean well by that, but trust me, there are good reasons for any abscences I may take."

"Oh?", One questions. "And name one of these so-called reasons."

My mouth opens. But nothing escapes from it. I simply lower my head.

Damn it. I've been a fool. I should've never underestimated what kind of tolls that my other life would take upon this one. Had I been truly prepared to balance both from the beginning, I would never be in this situation. But obviously, I was mistaken into thinking I was.

"That's what we thought.", The senior member of the board states. "We're sorry for this, Mr. Wayne. But the vote was unanimous. The company is going into rightful hands as of next week."

I look back up.

"But this is my father's company. My family's company. It apart of all I have left of them."

"And we're quite aware of that, Bruce.", He continues. "But if this company was so important to you, you would've taken it a bit more seriously. Now it's going into the hands of someone who will."

I look over at Lucius, who stands in the corner of the room. He simply looks at me with sadness.

"I'm... sorry, Bruce. I had to. I would've been the only one opposed."

My look away, at that. I can tell he's sincere in his apology. But the rest of them aren't as willing to admit they've made a mistake. And as much as I hate to admit it... I can't find much fault with their decision myself.

"And who is aqquiring the company?"

"It took awhile to find a suitable buyer, but we eventually found one in a one Maximillion Zues. He's flying into Gotham tommorow morning."

My eyes widen.

"...Zues? The casino owner? You sold my father's company to a gambler?!", I shout, angrily, letting my anger known.

"Not another word, Mr. Wayne.", The board member states, angrily, standing up from his chair. "Or I'll have you removed from this building."

He's threatening to remove me from my own building. My own building. The nerve of...

I throw a sneer towards all of the board. An act I'll probably regret, in the future, but I cannot let this stand. However... for the time being, I guess I'll have to. There's nothing I can do at this point to sway them to take back their decision without compromising my identity.

"Don't bother.", I state, turning around. "I know my way out."

I can't believe this is happening. I just can't. My father made this company what it was. And... I've... I failed him. I failed both of my parents. And not as Batman. But as their son. As the last descendant of the Wayne family legacy.

There has to be a way to stop this from happening. But it'll take all of my time and devotion. And... I fear that this may be a matter of which I won't be able to handle as easily. Because my skills, and all of those years I spent training abroad, may not be able to help me here.

Damn it. I still can't believe this.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Upon seeing her, he was glad she had made the right descision.

"Good morning, I'd ask if you slept well, but I'm pretty sure you didn't. After all, today is a big day, the first of many I hope."

Floating upwards, Earth's mightiest mortal ascends till he is perched on a building top, the Atom close behind. Gazing out into the world, the buildings dominating the horizon.

"See this, all the way out to the horizon. This is what you must serve and protect, from one end of the earth to the other. However you will never be able to secure it all, which is why we get up every day."

He may not be the best socialiser there is, but when it comes to issues of justice, there is no one finer.

The Atom says, "Well you're right my sleep patterns was a bit eratic. I dreamed I was listening to my I-Pod and fell asleep. When I woke up the I-Pod was the size of an aircraft carrier. I finally fell asleep again and dreamed that I was in college doing a production 'Peter Pan'. Three guesses who I played without any need of wires and I was actual size?"


"See this, all the way out to the horizon. This is what you must serve and protect, from one end of the earth to the other. However you will never be able to secure it all, which is why we get up every day."

She gazes out with Marvel and as he finishes telling about her area she says, "This is pretty intimidating and considering my size it just looks...looks...wow."

The Atom hovers next to Marvel looks him on the eye and says, "However I know this I can make a difference and I am willing to do what it takes to help others. I will make you no promises except one I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't regret your decision to teach me."

 

[Lord Doom]

After his reunion with Jason, Alan Scott and Robert Dickles approached the home of Dinah Lance (or at least what he HOPED was the home of Dinah Lance!).

"Boy, I hope the Black Canary is as hot as she is in this comic book! Look at those TI-"

Alan whirled around angrily on his friend.

"Don't EVER say ANYTHING like that about Dinah Lance EVER again. EVER. She was- no IS- a kind and dignified woman, and she does NOT deserve to be spoken to like that!"

Robbie backed off.

"Okay, OKAY! Geez... Take it EASY, will ya? Shesh, the way you talk about that lady, you'd think you were in LOVE with..."

Alan looked away quickly and faced the door.

"Alan...? Do you? Do you...?"

Alan Scott. Said nothing.

"OH MY GOD! You LIKE this broad!"

Alan slowly shook his head.

"Shut up, Robbie..."

"Alan. What's wrong? You'd think that, after so long, you'd be EXCITED to see her again. But you just look so miserable."

Alan Scott sighed.

"It's just that... After what happened to her... I... I did something I shouldn't have... I lost the respect of some of my teammates... And probably HER, too."

"Look, Alan. That was a long time ago. You and her, you're different people now. She's married, and she's got a super-kid. She probably doesn't even remember whatever it was you did."

Alan sighed again.

"o.. Okay..."

He knocked on the door.

 

[Spike_x1]

"Damn, this is hot!"

Blackrock kept half a dozen people protected within a forcefield as the building was quickly going up in flames and crumbling around them. 'I'm no nuclear physicist, but I don't think it's supposed to be a friggin' Sahara here. At least not in the damn hallways!' he thought as he pushed the sphere containing the workers out a large hole in the wall and lowered them safely to the ground outside, with only a mere gesture as he remained on one of the upper floors of the facility.

While watching the people run for their lives, Blackrock caught sight of someone else among the crowds below; a large man dressed in bright blue and reds, flying much like Peter himself, and carrying even more workers downward in his own arms and on his shoulders. Superman! "Hold on tight," Peter heard Superman tell the panicked people. Peter hadn't noticed, but he was stunned. Watching his idol live was making him completely star-struck.

After letting the people settle gently onto the cool grass outside, Superman sailed swiftly to Blackrock with a relieved look on his face. "I think that's all of them."

 

[twylight]

*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *be-

*SMACK*

I slam my hand down on my alarm and look at the time.

Oh snap, I roll out of bed, landing on my feet before walking down the hallway yawning. Opening the Bathroom door I my foggy eyes burst open at the yell.

"HEY!"

I turn and slam the door shut behind me. Yeah..forgot Howard stayed over last night.

"Dinah? You up?"

I lean over the railing.
"Yeah..."

My eyes fog up a bit more as I rub them.
"Kinda."

"Milly called in sick, and I was wondering if you could help out in the shop today. I've got a Funeral and a Wedding."

I groan inwardly.
"Sure, I'll help." I yell back.

The Bathroom door popped open as Howard emerged.

"Wasn't that a movie?"

I waltz past him into the bathroom.
"Maybe...but it's also your life." I stick my tongue out at him as I shut the door, catching his rolled eyes.

I quickly take a shower and get dressed, the smell of breakfast hitting my nose as I emerge from the bathroom drying my hair.

Howard yells a good-bye and slams the door shut on his way out as I grab my purse and race down the stairs.

"What's the theme for the wedding?" I ask as I pop a piece of Bacon in my mouth.

Mom looks up from scrambling the eggs.
"Tropical."

I make a face repeating the word.
"'Tropical?'"

Mom holds up a finger,
"No funny busines, I already have the designs approved."

I pour myself a glass of orange juice and plop down on a bar stool, leaning on the counter.
"I won't...much.." I say the last word into my glass as I take a sip.

Mom makes a face and plates the eggs before pushing them across to me.
"So, last night was a sucess." she says happily taking a seat and starting to eat. I glance at the newspaper on the table, the headlines screaming the incident last night with the Creeper and Batman.

I sigh.
"Yeah, it was."...on some fronts.

The doorbell rings just as I take my last bite of food. I hold my hand up as mom moves for it.
"I've got it." I say hopping down, just what I want right now. A salesman to sink my claws into. I smile as I open the door.

"Oh!" Well...THIS is unexpected, I slowly smile.

"Uncle Alan!"

 

[Batman]

IC:

"Alright, class! Pop quiz!"

The students of Gotham City University had come in for nothing more than a simple nightly seminar. Dozens flooded the large classroom after an evening of partying and boozing, ready to continue in their fesitivities once the class was over. However, as they now sat bound to their chairs with colorful gags around their mouths, it seemed less likely that they would ever be able to resume their so-called 'innocent fun' ever again.

However, one person in the room was sure to have fun, tonight. Tons of it.

The Joker rubbed his hands together, as he took a piece of chalk from the chalkboard and immediatley began scribbling words and pictures all over it. The students cringed, as the pictures began to take form and shape, revealing some truly horrific sights and figures before their very eyes. To The Joker, it was art at it's finest. In the middle, however, The Joker wrote a simple phrase amongst the gruesome displays of gore and maim:

D I S E C T I O N​

Turning around, his masked face forever looming a horrific grin, The Joker placed his hands behind his back as he began to pace the room, facing the immobile students.

"Today's quiz is going to be on a little topic I myself take with quite the high regard. Oh, but don't worry, folks! I won't make this the same long and boring little life lesson that your regular scholars usually throw at you! No, I know how it is, in this day and age. Time's a wastin'. You wanna get out! You wanna be free! You want to leave and drink so much liquor that your brain cells will explode like overinflated ballons!", The Joker exclaimed, much to the students' horror in an oddly cheerful tone.

The Joker stopped in the middle of the room, picking his cane up from the teacher's desk and tapping it onto the floor infront of him.

"In the meantime, students o'mine, I'd like for you to turn your attention to the front entrance, where our special specimen for the evening is being brought in as we speak."

The Joker and the students turned their attention to the doorway leading into the room, as two of the Joker's armed men stepped aside, allowing for two other men to bring in a flailing and screaming figure that was tied up very much in the same manner as all of the students had been. The figure was revealed to be a slender, older male, who wore thick glasses and a suit, his hair thinning, and a thick beard visible. Truly, the living embodiment of the cliche academic instructor to a T.

Stepping forward as the male was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, The Joker placed a firm hand on his shoulder, as he tried desperately to free himself of his binds.

"Sonny, state your name for the class.", The Joker stated, slapping the male up the back of the head.

The male's gag fell from around his mouth to his neck, as he gasped for air, and immediately began screaming loudly.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY! HE'S A MADMAN! A MAD-"

His screams were again muffled by the gag, as The Joker reached down, and pulled it back over his mouth.

"Whoopsies! Didn't mean for that to happen...", The Joker continued, before turning back to the class.

"Perhaps I'll take care of the introductories, for the moment. Class, say hello to Mr. Jason 'Jay' W. Wilde! Your regular teacher for the semester."

Turning back around, The Joker faced Wilde, as sweat began to pour down the traumatised teacher's forehead.

"Now before we get to our main lesson, I'd like to change course for a second and teach a seperate one. One of criminal law. Class! What's the court term for cheating on one's marital spouse?"

Mockingly holding his hand to his ear, The Joker was greeted only with the muffled cries of horror that had come from the students since the moment The Joker had walked in.

"That's right! Adultery!", The Joker exclaimed once more, turning back to Wilde. "You're quite familar with that, aren't you Mr. Wilde? I mean, hell, you had so much trouble keeping it in your pants that you've already gone through three wives!"

Wilde's head went down in shame, after that comment. The Joker chuckled lightly, slapping Wilde on the shoulder again.

"Oh, you didn't want them to know that, did you? My bad. But not to worry, Jay Jay. You'll be spared your embarassment soon enough!"

Moving over to the teacher's desk, The Joker tossed his cane onto it, before sticking his hand into the pencil cup that lied infront of him. Digging around for a minute, The Joker finally turned around, producing a rather large knife in his hand. Holding it up for the class to see, The Joker then looked at Wilde, who's eyes went wide.

"Now, I'm no brain surgeon, class. Infact, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even classify as a grade-A butcher! But if there's one thing I always loved as a little tike, it was science class. Want to know why?"

The students could only watched the sickening display ahead of them, as The Joker plunged the knife into Wide's leg, and pulled down on it, effectively cutting the leg open. Wilde screamed at the top of his lungs as blood gushed onto the classroom floor. But nothing about the incident even phased The Joker remotely. He simply continued on, running the knife up and down, through various layers of skin and muscle mass, until the bone was clearly visible.

"See kids? It's all about presicion!"

Several students had either already vommited on the spot, or were in the process, as The Joker plunged the knife upwards and through the leg, up into the torso in a bloody explosion of the knife's blade and Wilde's intestines. Jay Wilde had already been long since dead, by then, from the shock and blood loss from the original wound. But The Joker cared little. He simply continued cutting at Wilde's flesh, exposing every inner nerve and gut he could possibly find.

All of this without explaination for why it was happening. No reasons why, or even logic behind it. Some guessed The Joker was some kind of vigilante, trying to avenge Wilde's adultery in the most gruesome manner possible. Others guessed The Joker was actually one of Wilde's scorned lovers. But they were all wrong. Because quite simply, there was no reason. At least, no reason The Joker could remember. All he knew was that this felt right.

And it was funny as all hell, too!

Finally, after minutes of graphically carving into Wilde's corpse, right infront of the terrified students, The Joker stood up, with blood covering his dark purple and black suit as he faced the students once more.

"Now that's what I call a lesson on the human anatomy!", He wildly exclaimed. "Any questions?"

The students were unable to talk, as they were still bound and gagged. The Joker took a bow, as his armed men exited the room, leaving him alone with the students and the fresh corpse that laid in the middle.

"Thought not. Now, was that so bad? Really, you'd think I was about to commit a murder! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Grabbing his cane, exiting the room, and placing a hat atop his head, The Joker casually strolled out of the Gotham University campus and made his way towards the front gate of the area. After minutes of walking, once there, he stopped, looking back and viewing the university.

"Easy come, Wilde...", He muttered to himself, before taking his cane and pressing a button atop the macabre clown face that rested atop the cane's staff. "...Easy go."

*BOOM*

The Joker walked away, his grin faded into the minds of all of the students as they died in the horrific explosion that took both their lives and the campus they had spent the better part of three months attending like clockwork. No more, however, were the days of the famously peaceful community. Because on this night, the campus was about to become famous for something else entirely.

The pure anarky caused by one bad day.

Staring up at the campus that was now destroyed in a firey blaze of flame and debris, The Joker hung atop the fence, his masked grin illuminated by the light of his own creation.

"Teaching was never my gig anyway."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Hail to the Chief: Part 2

Pete Ross stood behind a desk in his private office near the Capitol Building. The television in the corner of the room was on CNN, and the reporter was interviewing people on the streets of Washington for their opinions of the newly announced Republican candidate, Peter Ross.

Senator Ross turned the volume up.

"I think he's the best choice, if you ask me", said a young man in a Yankee's jersey.


They clipped to two young women standing in front of a Starbucks.
"If he sticks it through, he's got my vote. I mean, look what he's done for Kansas? Guy's definitely got vision", stated the blond with the sunglasses.

"And he's kinda cute too", smiled the blonde's red-headed friend, her freckled cheeks turned up in a smile.

"Mary", exclaimed the blond as he gave her friend an embarrassed look.


Pete Ross smiled and turned off the television. Calmly he sat down at his desk and folded his hands under his chin.

The call box near the edge of his desk buzzed to life.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Ms. Forlorne?"

"Your...son is on line one. Do you wish to take it?"

Ross frowned, "Tell that disappointment never to contact me again or he'll regret it for the rest of his miserable little life."

"I...yes, sir."

The line went dead and Peter sat back in his chair and sighed. How he hated that waste of flesh. Ever since he had first laid eyes upon him he knew the boy would amount to nothing.

Senator Ross pushed the thoughts from his mind, as he had bigger things to concentrate on.
It was time to start planning the campaign trail.