The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Byrd Man]

"Come on. This is the most fun I've had since I've been here."

"Yeah, Yeah. Keep talking kid."

I remember having a natural feeling of disbelief. Feeling that it was all some kind of dream. The reality of the situation sunk back in when it atacked. It landed from a jump with a massive thud, ripping a peice of the plane off and swinging it at Sur. It was about ten feet tall, covered head to toe in thick gold colored armor. Legion. Sur grabbed me in a bubble and high tailed both of us out of there. Good thing that metalic bastard couldn't fly, or we'd both be dead right now.

Abin took me to some cave he found, where he explained the situation. He was some kind of space cop, and Legion was a cop killer. He'd murdered Abin's partner, and now was probably going to kill me just to piss him off. I asked him if I could do anything to help, and he all but laughed. Said that I'd never be able to dent the bastard's armor.

Practically the next second, Legion showed up. Much faster than I expceted. He tackled Abin, and the two began to beat the crap out of each other. I'd never seen the likes of such a sight before, outside of movies. Abin reached for something in a pocket on his uniform, but Legion swatted it out of his hand. It landed on the ground near me. It was a ring, just like Abin's. The one on my finger right now. I reached to pick it up, and it started glowing. It hoveredn in the air, and then was suddenly on my hand. I had no idea how it worked or how to use it, but I knew one thing for sure: It was a weapon. I raised my hand and inleashed a very sloppy but very powerful blast at Legion. It took him off gaurd and knocked him flat on his ass. I kept blasting at him, keeping pinned to the ground. Soon, though, he got up and blasted at me with some cannon thing on his arm. Started walking towards me, but then stopped dead in his tracks. Abin had used the distraction I made to conjusr up a particularly sharp construct and stabbed Legion in the back with it. He then continued stabbing until that suit of his was scrap. Suddenlt, this grey ooze started coming out of the armor, and Abin trapped it in a bubble. He walked over to me, gave me a hand, and said "Welcome to the corps."

"What happened then."

Hal sat up a bit in his chair, having become rather lost in thought while telling his story.

"Abin brought me to Oa, I went through basic training, and became a corpsman."

"What about your life on Earth?"

"I went back home to set some affairs in order. Quit my job, sold my apartment, and then kind of dissapeared. When I said my planet was rather backwater, I meant it. Most people wouldn't believe that I became a space cop. The only person who knows is a friend of mind named Tom. I go back home whenever I can, and I usually stay at his place when I do."

"And where do stay when you're not planet side?"

"Sometimes at the barracks, sometimes at Abin's place. Where ever I can. Listen, is all of this really necessairy?"

"Just a standard evaluation. So, do you have any history of drug use?"

"What?"

"Just answer the question."

"I enjoy a fine alchoholic beverage. Besides that, no."

"Alright. Now, we're going to do a few tests."

Hal lies back in his chair and stares up at the ceiling.

"How exciting."




About twenty minutes later, amd Hal has begun to show suicidal tendencies brought on by extreme boredome.

"Alright. That should do it. You can go."

"Finally."

Hal levitates into the air and bursts out the dow with a green aura trailing behind him. He exits the building and rises into the air at break neck speeds.

"Time for a beer."

Mere minutes later, Hal finds himself in the GLC cafeteria. He goes over to one of the matter synthisizers and pours himself a cold one. He then heads over to a table seated by a familiar collection of green clad law officers with one new addition.

"Gentlemen. Guy. How's things? And who's the newbie?"

"Hal, how ya doing? Don't talk to mister high and mighty over there. The newbie's the new Ion. He messed up my knife just for ****s and giggles."

 

[The Question]

"Ion, huh?"

Hal grabs himself a seat and takes a sip of his beer.

"I met the old Ion once. Just before he retired. That cape he wore made him look a tad pretentious, but he was a damned nice guy. So, "Ion," what are you, the Dali Lama of the GLC, doing down here with us lonely grunts?"

 

[guitarsingerguy]

"Ion, huh?"

Hal grabs himself a seat and takes a sip of his beer.

"I met the old Ion once. Just before he retired. That cape he wore made him look a tad pretentious, but he was a damned nice guy. So, "Ion," what are you, the Dali Lama of the GLC, doing down here with us lonely grunts?"

"I guess I'm just an old fashioned kind of guy. Not to mention, the second I heard there were more humans on Oa, I decided to try and find them. Have you tried having a conversation with some of these people? One guy gargled at me. I can't understand a word of it."

 

[The Question]

"Well, these little trinkets on our fingers do have universal translation devices built in. Doesn't always work with new languages that are too different, but you can usually get the jist of it."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

"Well, these little trinkets on our fingers do have universal translation devices built in. Doesn't always work with new languages that are too different, but you can usually get the jist of it."

"I'm still new at all of this. Since I'm connected to the central battery, I guess I can do the same thing without a power ring."

Kyle closes his eyes and concentrates. In a moment, all the voices around him that seemed alien in nature became crystal clear English in an instant.

"Much better. I've already heard about Guy, but what about you Hal? How did you become a Lantern?"

 

[trustyside-kick]

OOC: The first few posts will be a set up for a future arc so are based about 2 months ago (basically when Season I just ended).
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Clayface- 'Everything's gone downhill'
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Matt sits in his bedroom looking at old movie flyers and pictures; memories of the good 'ol days; days where he held his head up high; the glory days. Now, he continues to sit on his bed, looking at the pictures while eyeing at the pistol with the corner of his eye everynow and then. Every time he glances over at it, with the hot smoke rising from it's barrel, the pistol looks more and more friendly.

"What do friends do?"

Matt gets up from his bed and looks into the mirror, wide-eyed. He is so depressed and tired that he doesn't even notice that he's talking to himself. He thinks he is talking to his old manager, Doug, like if he were across the room. But he is not his manager; not anymore; he's dead; Matt killed him.

After the incident with the aging cream commercial, Doug came over to see Matt in person to talk it over with him. There was a dispute, and Matt pulled a gun on Doug. And now Matt is alone; but he doesn't think so.

"Friends help eachother, right? Yes. Friends help friends. So, if friends help friends."

Matt turns around and walks over to his bed and picks up the gun.

"Then this is my friend...And he's dying to help me. Not like you Doug. You didn't help me. You hurt me; you hurt me real bad; you ruined me."

Matt walks up to Doug's dead body, laying on the chair across the room.

"You got fat off me while I suffered in the dark, Doug. After that Owlman film...I've never had a good day in my life. Ever since that damn role, I've slowly, slowly, been withering down; into almost nothing. Well, now I'm nothing, Doug, and you made me. But not even you could save me, Doug. Only I can save me...Only I can save me..."

Matt wants to but he can't even manage to lift up the gun. It just remains at his side, hanging by his weak fingers. Everytime he believes he wants to pick it up, even just a little bit, he can't. Sure, he could blame it on the fact that he just killed a person for the first time, but that would be lying. That's not why he can't lift up the gun now; he did it before afterall. No. No matter how much he wants to listen to the melodies of the gun fire spiraling through his head, he can't do it.

Normally the mind has the power over the body, it seems it is the opposite this time. Or perhaps...Matt doesn't know what he wants. But no...Matt knows exactly what he wants.

He walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and after staring at it for a few seconds, he drops the gun into the drawer and closes it. He looks over the mirror, runs a few fingers through his hair, tries to tie up his loosened tie and as he is about to walk out the door, he stops and turns around; as if someone were with him.

"Let's go find me another audition, Doug."

He faces the doorway, closes the door on his way out, and walks out of the apartment building.

OOC: The first few posts will be a set up for a future arc so are based about 2 months ago (basically when Season I just ended).
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Clayface- 'Everything's gone downhill'
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Matt arrives at the building where his last audition was at. As he gets out of his car, he slowly, and almost even frantically, slides a pistol into his coat pocket. He locks the door, and walks down the car garage towards the elevator.

After taking the elevator to the 22nd floor, he steps out, and walks up to the receptionist.

"May I help you?"

As she asks this question, Matt places his hand in his pocket, grasping the pistol. For a few seconds, he struggles to answer her, and remains with his hand shaking in his coat pocket. The receptionist notices this with concern.

"Sir? Is...is something wrong?"

Matt acknowledges his shaking, let's go of the pistol in his coat pocket, and places his two hands on the counter, and shakes his head.

"No, sorry."

"Well then. How may I help you, sir?"

"I'm here to see Dr. Erickson. I was actually here just earlier this day for an audition. I called back, matter a fact, about an...hour ago or so?"

"Ah, I remember."

The receptionist scans Matt up and down and smiles.

"You're cuter than I remembered. Haven't I seen you in movies before?"

Matt's blood begins to boil. He is about to lose it; but tries very hard not to. It's happening already. He can't take it. He's becoming yesterday's news. All these years in the film industry, a legend, if you will, and he is almost erased out of comprehension. He places his hand firmly back into his coat pocket, almost patting the pistol in his hand, he wants to pull it out right now, and start his rampage; but he doesn't. He tries to play it cool, and raises his eyebrow, and try to put up his charm instead.

"So, beautiful, is the good doctor in at the moment?"

She blushes, bites her lip, and responds.

"I'm sorry, but, Dr. Erickson just left the office about 25 minutes ago. He should be home by now."

Matt continues to look at her, and she continues to blush.

"But...I could give you his address if you'd like. Afterall, the doctor shouldn't mind. You already had an appointment with him for that audition, so...he shouldn't mind."

She takes a sheet a paper from a sticky-note, jots down the address, and slides it over the counter to Matt. He winks at her, she blushes again, and he walks over to the elevator. As he presses the button to go to the garage floor, just before the doors close, she blows him a kiss.

 

[Cyrusbales]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Walking past an electrical store, there's a stack of TV's, all showing a 'true hero', as they're calling him. But they don't know what it's really like.

"Some youngster shows up and starts a media circus, I've been fighting for justice for decades, a hero doesn't need a spotlight, a hero doesn't need fame."

Bill mutters to himself.

But what get's to Bill isn't jealousy, it's caution. Too many times has he seen power and attention corrupt those who claimed to fight for justice.

"I should really get over there and make sure this thing doesn't get too out of hand, after all, Superman? With a name like that he's asking for trouble."

Having seen true chaos and destruction, he knew that when there's a hero, it attracts villains, and where there's villains, there needs to be Captain Marvel.

 

[The Question]

"I'm still new at all of this. Since I'm connected to the central battery, I guess I can do the same thing without a power ring."

Kyle closes his eyes and concentrates. In a moment, all the voices around him that seemed alien in nature became crystal clear English in an instant.

"Much better. I've already heard about Guy, but what about you Hal? How did you become a Lantern?"

"I just spend the last hour in the shrink's office going over this. The long and short: Some alien cop kill showed up on Earth, I got caught up in the middle and ended up with a ring."

 

[Byrd Man]

"I just spend the last hour in the shrink's office going over this. The long and short: Some alien cop kill showed up on Earth, I got caught up in the middle and ended up with a ring."

"Yeah, same thing happened to me. Except Wog over here found me laying in a hospital bed about to use my handgun to put a new hole in my head. "

I grab the salt shaker in the middle of the table and use my ring to tranform it into a plate of bacon and egg sandwhiches.

"That's what I'm talking about. No offense to the Corps. but they can't make decent eggs. So anyway, I was talking to Kilowog and found it weird that all of a sudden three Lanterns spring up from Earth when before that Scott guy was the only Lantern Earth ever had."

 

[The Question]

"Well, Guy, in your case at least you could atribute that to me. After the whole fiasco with Legion, the corps needed to staff back up. Abin was put in charge of talant scouting, and since we were spending alot of time around Earth with my training, he ended up noticing you and dropping your name around here."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

"Well, Guy, in your case at least you could atribute that to me. After the whole fiasco with Legion, the corps needed to staff back up. Abin was put in charge of talant scouting, and since we were spending alot of time around Earth with my training, he ended up noticing you and dropping your name around here."

"Wait a minute...the Corps employs a shrink on staff? This gets stranger by the day. Anyway, since I don't have anything to do until I'm told, does anyone want to spar or run some training courses?"

 

[The Question]

"Wait a minute...the Corps employs a shrink on staff? This gets stranger by the day.

"Of course. You wouldn't want someone wearing a weapon of mass destruction on their finger to have a mental breakdown. They do psych evaluations every couple of years."

Anyway, since I don't have anything to do until I'm told, does anyone want to spar or run some training courses?"

"Oh no. I'm not going to humiliate myself by competing against some kid who just happens to be one of the most powerful beings in all creation."

 

[Byrd Man]

[/color]"Oh no. I'm not going to humiliate myself by competing against some kid who just happens to be one of the most powerful beings in all creation."

"Amen brother. You should see the courses we do over in Divison Y."

I look down at my empty plate and start to get up.

"So I'm about to head out. I might not see you guys for awhile, you how undercover work is. So if you don't see me in six months....wait longer."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

"Amen brother. You should see the courses we do over in Divison Y."

I look down at my empty plate and start to get up.

"So I'm about to head out. I might not see you guys for awhile, you how undercover work is. So if you don't see me in six months....wait longer."

"I'll be sure and count the days Guy. The sparring session is really your losses. You know how long I've actually been "activated"? It's been a week. You guys could probably kick my ass, so I guess I'm going to count my blessings you didn't take me up on the offer."

 

[Batman]

The Batmobile is silent, as I park it right where the automated map leads. The engines work to their exact specifications. Now, let's see if I can do the same.

When Gordon told me where I'd be headed tonight in order to intervene in a meeting, I was a bit caught off guard. Finger's Lobster Plant isn't exactly a place one would expect two leading mafia lords to occupy themselves in. But I guess that's what made it such a perfect location for their meet. Rupert Thorne has held Gotham in his grasp for far too long... and tonight, he holds it no more. Not after I'm through with him. Provided Gordon's contact was accurate, of course...

Sliding the cockpit of the Batmobile open, I leap out, land, and inspect the place. No clear windows from the sides. Entering through any of the visible entry points would be too big of a risk to the element of surprise. Guess that leaves my favorite entrance...

Unhooking the grapnel from my belt, I hold it up, aim, and fire. It reaches and snags one of the side rails. Pressing the button on the side of the trigger, I swing upwards, and recoil upon leaping above the roof. Spreading my cape, I glide over a section before landing. Spotting a skylight near me, I creep over to it and peek in.

I see him. Thorne. And his associate in this meet, Monjoni. Several guards surround them. Shouldn't be much of a problem with some mace and tear gas.

As I reach into my belt, I hear something. A footstep? Up here? Taking a Batarang from my belt, I spin, spotting a figure near me. Probably one of Thorne's lackeys. Idiot. Should've scoped out the roof before making your way up here...

 

[Green Lantern]

Normally, Peter Cobb loved coming from work. It meant that he could sit down in his favorite chair, open up a cold beer and read the paper.
His wife would cook him a great meal, like usual, and afterwards they would watch TV together.
This was a special night however. After they had tried and tried, Jennifer was finally pregnant. Peter had suggested they go out to dinner, to celebrate.
But it wouldn't be because of this, that Peter would remember this night.
When he came home, Peter immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The air inside was hot and the whole house smelled of...burnt meat.
That's when everything went black.
Peter awoke in his favorite chair. Bound.

"Finally! I thought you'd never wake up! Here, have a beer"

Peter tried to scream out, but he couldn't. He tried to move, but he couldn't.
All he could think of was Jennifer. Jennifer and the baby.

"No? Sure? Alright then, more for me." The man standing next to Peter cracked open a can of beer and took a sip. "Goddamn, that's great juice. So, anyway. I bet there are like, a thousand questions running through your mind, right? I'll answer some of them for you. Yes, that's burning human you smell. No, this suit doesn't come in black. There. We good? Good."

The man reached towards Peter's mouth, and removed the piece of cloth he had stuffed there.
"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU MOTHERF***ER!! WHERE'S MY WIFE!!! I'M GOING TO F***--"

Heat Wave's fist slammed into Peter's nose, smashing it. He screamed in agony as crimson poured down his face.

"One thing you need to know about me, is that I do not take kindly to cussing. I may incinerate people, but that's no excuse for being a potty-mouth. Yo--...Oh *****, your blood just will NOT stop pouring out of your nose. Sorry about that. My temper tends to flare up.
Back to why I came here. I--"

"W...wberebs....by wibe...Jenn.n.."

This time, Heat Wave's fist made contact with Peter's stomach.

"Please..don't interrupt me. Like I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted...Last night I'm sitting at home, right? I'm reading the paper, skimming through the usual Batman sighting crap, and what do I see...but your picture on the 3rd page. The headline?"

Heat Wave reached under the table across from him and threw the previous day's newspaper on to it. Sure enough, Peter's picture was on the third page, the following headline read

"Mob lawyer keeps quiet on heist money location"

Peter looked at the story and tried to speak, but he no longer could. His own blood seemed to be mostly outside his body by now, and all he could think of was that the love of his life, and their child were safe.

"Oh son of a...Still on the wife, eh?" Heat Wave turned the chair Peter was tied to, giving him a view to the kitchen. On the kitchen floor, Jennifer's body lay still, her face burnt off. The sight caused Peter to vomit and sob uncontrollably, neither making much more than the slightest sound.

"Oh there, there...If it makes you feel any better, she screamed a LOT. Oh, and I was rooting through the garbage, you know, a service I offer, and imagine my suprise when I found a pregnancy test, wich was very much a positive! I got two for the price of one! Lucky me, lucky me."

Peter Cobb was a broken man, bound to the chair, sitting in his own blood and vomit, sobbing.

"I don't know if you know this, Peter, but you are very lucky. I could be some common mob thug. But no. You get to be tortured by Heat Wave! I'm almost famous, you know! Ahahahahaha"

His laugh cut through the air like a knife.

"So, back to the point. Where's the money, honey? Come on, Peter, tell me where it is. 25 million dollars could buy me a spiffy new costume you know. It's quite a lot. So, where is it?"

By this point, Peter couldn't answer even if he wanted to.

"Going with the sobbing, eh? That's okay. I didn't expect to get any answers, really. This was just for fun. You gotta have some hobbies, am I right Petey? Hehe. Yeah. Well, no time to dillie-dally, I must be on my way if I want to get my beautiful hands on that cash. Congratulations on the baby, man. And your wife must be using the right brand of face cream, she looks gorgeous!"

Heat Wave had no use for the money. To be honest, his parents had left him enough. This was just his hobby.
He made his way through the house, wich was beautifully made he noted to himself, and as he opened the front door, he heard Peter's scream cover every inch of the house.
Heat Wave had put one of his gasoline explosives under Peter's chair, so if he tried to move, first he would burn to death, quite slowly, and then his house would go up in flames.
Heat Wave wished he could stay and watch the beauty unfold, but he had other plans.
He smiled at the thought of Peter slowly burning to a crisp at this very moment, and responded

"I love you too, honey! Kisses!"

IC: Barry Allen: The Flash:

It'd been a slow two months in Keystone. Zoom was safely behind bars, and the string of arsons had stopped. Barry had been doing routine police work, and quite honestly was getting very bored with it. Tina had been around a lot though, and having her around made him feel better, and he wasn't thinking about Iris near as much anymore.

"Hey Barry, do you get the Gazette?"

"The Gotham paper? No. For big papers, I stick to the Planet. Why?"

"News story in today's should be of interest..." Tina handed Barry the Gotham section.

"Lawyer and wife die in fire." Three sentences jumped out at him. "Police suspect arson." "Signs of a similar starting agent were found at the residence of Erica Sullivan." "Starting agent also linked to several Keystone City, Kansas fires earlier this year."

"Heatwave. He moved. But this doesn't really match his MO. Maybe he was paid to torch those research facilities... and these... I shudder thinking about it... These ones could be what he considers... Fun. Guess I'm makin a trip to Gotham... Maybe I'll meet that vampire guy this time."

Barry smirked a little, knowing he'd already met the "Batman" but Tina didn't know that.

"What's that smirk about Mr. Allen?"

"I was thinkin maybe we could get a quickie in before I go" He cunningly raised and lowered his eyebrows and licked his lips, causing Tina to laugh.

"Nah, this is important. Go get em, cowboy."

 

[Byrd Man]

The Batmobile is silent, as I park it right where the automated map leads. The engines work to their exact specifications. Now, let's see if I can do the same.

When Gordon told me where I'd be headed tonight in order to intervene in a meeting, I was a bit caught off guard. Finger's Lobster Plant isn't exactly a place one would expect two leading mafia lords to occupy themselves in. But I guess that's what made it such a perfect location for their meet. Rupert Thorne has held Gotham in his grasp for far too long... and tonight, he holds it no more. Not after I'm through with him. Provided Gordon's contact was accurate, of course...

Sliding the cockpit of the Batmobile open, I leap out, land, and inspect the place. No clear windows from the sides. Entering through any of the visible entry points would be too big of a risk to the element of surprise. Guess that leaves my favorite entrance...

Unhooking the grapnel from my belt, I hold it up, aim, and fire. It reaches and snags one of the side rails. Pressing the button on the side of the trigger, I swing upwards, and recoil upon leaping above the roof. Spreading my cape, I glide over a section before landing. Spotting a skylight near me, I creep over to it and peek in.

I see him. Thorne. And his associate in this meet, Monjoni. Several guards surround them. Shouldn't be much of a problem with some mace and tear gas.

As I reach into my belt, I hear something. A footstep? Up here? Taking a Batarang from my belt, I spin, spotting a figure near me. Probably one of Thorne's lackeys. Idiot. Should've scoped out the roof before making your way up here...

"Terry! You've got company."

I hear something flapping through the air and see him standing there right in front of me with a pissed of look on his face.

"Holy mother of god! You really do exsist."

He's got something in his hand and it's pointed at me.

"Don't worry...I'm on your side, you can have Thorne. I want Monjoni, He's had New York in a stranglehold for far too long."

 

[Batman]

"Terry! You've got company."

I hear something flapping through the air and see him standing there right in front of me with a pissed of look on his face.

"Holy mother of god! You really do exsist."

He's got something in his hand and it's pointed at me.

"Don't worry...I'm on your side, you can have Thorne. I want Monjoni, He's had New York in a stranglehold for far too long."

I remain silent for a moment. The 'T' on his face... I think I'm beginning to realise who this is. The vigilante that made the second page of the Globe this morning. Terrific, something. I didn't really pay attention admist analyzing the corpse I found in the Sewer System.

Judging from his words, he's after the one in league with Thorne. One I personally couldn't care less about, given that he hasn't driven Gotham's crime rate into an ascension in the last month.

I'm not about to trust this guy. But if he's going to aide in getting another mafia lord out of Gotham, I'm not about to turn down his help.

"-Alright.", I eventually state. "But when this is over, I want both him and you out of Gotham. I have enough to deal with as it is."

I turn, placing the Batarang back into my belt, surveying Thorne's actions. He seems displeased with whatever Monjoni's trying to offer.

"I'm hoping that you came up here with a strategy of sorts. These aren't nessacarily the easiest people to ambush."

 

[Byrd Man]

I remain silent for a moment. The 'T' on his face... I think I'm beginning to realise who this is. The vigilante that made the second page of the Globe this morning. Terrific, something. I didn't really pay attention admist analyzing the corpse I found in the Sewer System.

Judging from his words, he's after the one in league with Thorne. One I personally couldn't care less about, given that he hasn't driven Gotham's crime rate into an ascension in the last month.

I'm not about to trust this guy. But if he's going to aide in getting another mafia lord out of Gotham, I'm not about to turn down his help.

"-Alright.", I eventually state. "But when this is over, I want both him and you out of Gotham. I have enough to deal with as it is."

I turn, placing the Batarang back into my belt, surveying Thorne's actions. He seems displeased with whatever Monjoni's trying to offer.

"I'm hoping that you came up here with a strategy of sorts. These aren't nessacarily the easiest people to ambush."

I hold up a black device roughly the size of an Ipod. I flick it on and sound emmits from it.

"Now look, Monjoni! When that creep took out Falcone and Maroni it gave me control of this fair city. Now you coming in and trying to muscle me out isn't going to fly."

"Well...Carmine was a dear friend of mine and my second cousin. Despite the fact he tried to kill me, I loved him dearly. I could've cared less about Maroni. It is only right that I take over the assests and fortunes of my dear cousins buisness, leagal and illeagal."

"Terry, headsup. There's a van approaching the factory, it's coming in fast."

I hear the van slam on brakes and a door slam shut.

"Uh oh..It looks like a hit's about to go down."

I turn to Batman as the door to the lobster factory burst open.

"Damn...Looks like things are about to spice up."

 

[Batman]

I hold up a black device roughly the size of an Ipod. I flick it on and sound emmits from it.

"Now look, Monjoni! When that creep took out Falcone and Maroni it gave me control of this fair city. Now you coming in and trying to muscle me out isn't going to fly."

"Well...Carmine was a dear friend of mine and my second cousin. Despite the fact he tried to kill me, I loved him dearly. I could've cared less about Maroni. It is only right that I take over the assests and fortunes of my dear cousins buisness, leagal and illeagal."

"Terry, headsup. There's a van approaching the factory, it's coming in fast."

I hear the van slam on brakes and a door slam shut.

"Uh oh..It looks like a hit's about to go down."

I turn to Batman as the door to the lobster factory burst open.

"Damn...Looks like things are about to spice up."

Before I can even move, both of our attention is directed back to the room as deafening gunfire immediatley goes off. What I can only describe as a masked, armored assassin bursts in with two of the largest weapons I've seen in my life and starts to take down Thorne and Monjoni's guards. The assassin in silent, but precise in his hits as each guard is sent across the room in a blast of blood.

The costume he wears is head-to-toe. Featureless, aside from the distinct colors of black and orange split down the middle of the assassin's mask. Judging from his obvious frame and build, he's well trained. Could be a problem. And what's worse is that he seems well trained in the 'art' of murder.

But Thorne and Monjoni are still alive. There's still a chance. But the assassin persists, lessening that chance as he goes on a rampage of gunfire.

I clench my fists. He can't be allowed to continue this. Not in my city.

"I'm putting an end to this madness. Fast.", I state to Terrific, before leaping forward and crashing through the skylight.

The time for discretion is over. The time for action is now. And whoever the hell this new threat is, he's about to reconsider what he just did.

 

[Byrd Man]

Before I can even move, both of our attention is directed back to the room as deafening gunfire immediatley goes off. What I can only describe as a masked, armored assassin bursts in with two of the largest weapons I've seen in my life and starts to take down Thorne and Monjoni's guards. The assassin in silent, but precise in his hits as each guard is sent across the room in a blast of blood.

The costume he wears is head-to-toe. Featureless, aside from the distinct colors of black and orange split down the middle of the assassin's mask. Judging from his obvious frame and build, he's well trained. Could be a problem. And what's worse is that he seems well trained in the 'art' of murder.

But Thorne and Monjoni are still alive. There's still a chance. But the assassin persists, lessening that chance as he goes on a rampage of gunfire.

I clench my fists. He can't be allowed to continue this. Not in my city.

"I'm putting an end to this madness. Fast.", I state to Terrific, before leaping forward and crashing through the skylight.

The time for discretion is over. The time for action is now. And whoever the hell this new threat is, he's about to reconsider what he just did.

I jump after Batman. While in the air, I reach behind my back and pull out four tiny spheres. I throw them through the air and watch as the anti-grav engines kick in and the spheres rocket througout the room. I manage to dodge the gunfire while Batman moves like a jungle cat, ready to pounch on the assasin.

"T-Spheres 110 through 114, protect life signatures identified as Monjoni, Vito. and Thorne, Rupert."

By the time the spheres find Monjoni and Thorne. Just Batman, the assassin, and I are the only ones in the room not dead or hiding.

"You two. Get out of my way. I'm after those two under the tables."

He reloads his massive guns and looks and Batman and I.

"You don't want to end up as a statistic."

I run off as a hail of gunfire follows close behind me.

 

[Batman]

I jump after Batman. While in the air, I reach behind my back and pull out four tiny spheres. I throw them through the air and watch as the anti-grav engines kick in and the spheres rocket througout the room. I manage to dodge the gunfire while Batman moves like a jungle cat, ready to pounch on the assasin.

"T-Spheres 110 through 114, protect life signatures identified as Monjoni, Vito. and Thorne, Rupert."

By the time the spheres find Monjoni and Thorne. Just Batman, the assassin, and I are the only ones in the room not dead or hiding.

"You two. Get out of my way. I'm after those two under the tables."

He reloads his massive guns and looks and Batman and I.

"You don't want to end up as a statistic."

I run off as a hail of gunfire follows close behind me.

The assassin doesn't make much of a point to disprove my earlier theory: He's highly trained for this. All of his shots are precise. The only reason I'm not hit by any of his bullets are because he's not the only one highly trained in the room.

I leap behind one of the tables, reaching into my belt. I probably wouldn't be able to get a good range with the mace. And given his precision with his weaponry, I doubt disarming him with a Batarang is much of an option. Guess I'm going with the flash grenades.

Taking a couple in my hand, I wait for him to shoot again, then dive, roll, and throw them in his path. As they go off, I shield my eyes with my cape.

"AGH!"

Leaping to my feet, I take a bola out of my belt, swing, and throw. It wraps the assassin's upper body in an instant. I charge, leap, and send a kick to his chest, knocking him down.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about becoming a statistic anytime soon.", I growl, picking him up by the armor of his costume. "Who are you?"

I can't see his face. But judging from his tone, I doubt his expression is a pleasant one.

"Go to hell."

I push him, and slam his head into the wall behind us.

"Not a very smart answer."

"Oh, what, because the goddamn Batman said so?"

I knee him in the abdominals. An area I noticed isn't as heavily covered as the rest of his body. He kneels over in pain, before I pull him back up and slam him into the wall again. He'll talk. It's just a matter of timing and patience on my part.

"Your name."

He finally looks up.

"Call me Deathstroke. Wanna know why?"

Wait a minute. His tone... it's changed. He's a bit more confident. My eyebrow arches. Something's wrong. Before I realise it, the bola cord snaps, and "Deathstroke" produces a sword from behind his back. My eyes widen as he swings. I duck, narrowly missing it as it slams into the wall, making a rather impressive marking in it.

He backflips over a nearby table, sword still in hand. He's going after Thorne and Monjoni again. Damn it.

"TERRIFIC! INTERCEPT HIM!", I yell, giving chase as Deathstroke begins making his way deeper into the factory.

 

[trustyside-kick]

OOC: The first few posts will be a set up for a future arc so are based about 2 months ago (basically when Season I just ended).
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Clayface- 'Everything's gone downhill'
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Forty minutes have passed by: around 28 minutes to get to the doctor's house, and about 12 minutes of Matt remaining in his car, parked across the street. He's uncertain. He's not quite sure he's ready to go through with it. He almost blew up in front of the receptionist at the office building. What if it gets worse this time around?

More then anything, Matt's a bit relieved. He's been sitting in his car, lights turned off, but none the less, sitting in his car, and it seems the doctor hasn't noticed. If anything, Matt would have worried about a patrol squad car driving around incase the doctor saw someone in a car parked for a good while at night; but that wasn't the case. Matt got lucky.

And since Matt felt that he got lucky. He became even more confident with what he originally planned; giving the doctor an ultimatum and see how it goes from there. Thinking about all of this makes Matt smirk a bit and he looks over at the house. It's a large mansion on the top of a hill, in a general isolated area; say for a few other mansions several acres away.

He takes his gun out of the glove compartment, slides the magazine back into it, ***** the gun, places it into his coat pocket, and gets out of the car.

He walks up the grand stone stairway entrance to the doctor's luxurious home and rings the door bell. After a few moments of waiting, the door is finally answered by the doctor himself. Looks like Matt lucked out again, he must've let the butler go home early that night; big mistake.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Matt Hagen. I came by the office earlier today for the audition, remember?"

"Ah yes."

The doctor gives Matt a disgusted look, recalling Matt's behavior last time they met.

"But then I called back a bit later, and apologized, remember? You told me I could come see you to talk about it all in person. Only, when I went back to the building, you were already out. Guess I was a little late."

"Yes. And I did wait on you for a brief moment, son. I'm curious, why were you so late?"

Matt doesn't respond back right away. Instead, he quickly images the dead body of his old agent, Doug, laying on one of his chairs.

"I was discussing things with my agent. It took a bit longer than I expected. When he left, I realized the time and rushed over to the building."

"Ah, I see. Well, come. Come on in. You must be cold."

Matt walks into the house, and the doctor closes the door behind them. He escorts Matt to his office in his room upstairs, and the two sit down.

"Scotch, Matt?"

"Sure."

As the doctor goes pours the bottle of Scotch from his desk into two glass cups, Matt asks him a question.

"So, about the re-audition--"

"There won't be a re-audition, Matt."

"What?"

The doctor slides over Matt's glass of Scotch, and Matt firmly grips it, almost as if he was going to crush it with his bare hands. He places his other hand firmly into his coat pocket.

"May I ask why?"

 

[Byrd Man]

The assassin doesn't make much of a point to disprove my earlier theory: He's highly trained for this. All of his shots are precise. The only reason I'm not hit by any of his bullets are because he's not the only one highly trained in the room.

I leap behind one of the tables, reaching into my belt. I probably wouldn't be able to get a good range with the mace. And given his precision with his weaponry, I doubt disarming him with a Batarang is much of an option. Guess I'm going with the flash grenades.

Taking a couple in my hand, I wait for him to shoot again, then dive, roll, and throw them in his path. As they go off, I shield my eyes with my cape.

"AGH!"

Leaping to my feet, I take a bola out of my belt, swing, and throw. It wraps the assassin's upper body in an instant. I charge, leap, and send a kick to his chest, knocking him down.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about becoming a statistic anytime soon.", I growl, picking him up by the armor of his costume. "Who are you?"

I can't see his face. But judging from his tone, I doubt his expression is a pleasant one.

"Go to hell."

I push him, and slam his head into the wall behind us.

"Not a very smart answer."

"Oh, what, because the goddamn Batman said so?"

I knee him in the abdominals. An area I noticed isn't as heavily covered as the rest of his body. He kneels over in pain, before I pull him back up and slam him into the wall again. He'll talk. It's just a matter of timing and patience on my part.

"Your name."

He finally looks up.

"Call me Deathstroke. Wanna know why?"

Wait a minute. His tone... it's changed. He's a bit more confident. My eyebrow arches. Something's wrong. Before I realise it, the bola cord snaps, and "Deathstroke" produces a sword from behind his back. My eyes widen as he swings. I duck, narrowly missing it as it slams into the wall, making a rather impressive marking in it.

He backflips over a nearby table, sword still in hand. He's going after Thorne and Monjoni again. Damn it.

"TERRIFIC! INTERCEPT HIM!", I yell, giving chase as Deathstroke begins making his way deeper into the factory.

I run full speed after Deathstroke, jumping over tables and chairs. By the time I get close to Deathstroke, he's close to turning Thorne into a human pez dispenser.

"T-Spheres, intercept hostile."

The small amti-grav orbs fly from Throne and Monjoni and start to pummel Deathstroke. He's swinging his sword at them in a vain attempt to detroy the spheres. While he's distracted, I fly in and hit him hard in the face. I hear a crunch as his nose breaks.

"You son of a *****!"


He swings his katana at me while I dodge the blade, grab him by his wrist and flip him onto the ground. His sword falls to the ground and makes a clatter on the floor.

"Give it up."

"**** you."

He kicks my legs out from under me and I fall to the ground.

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[Mr.Dent]

Heat Wave had broken into a small house just outside of Gotham City. It's owner had arrived home from a business trip the next day.
He had set down his suitcase, pulled the key from his pocket, and opened the door.
The moment he did, however, a large cloud of fire had engulfed his entire body.
Heat Wave was surprised the man's manic screams hadn't alerted anyone, and when the man had finally dropped dead, it took every ounce of strength Heatwave had not to let the fire eat the whole house. He hated having to put out the fire, but he needed a base of operations, and the last two attempts hadn't gone too well.

But this time it had, and this time Heatwave sat at a small table located in the kitchen. He was reading the Gotham Gazette, and across from him sat the stenching, charred black body of the house's owner.

"My, my, my, murders, arson, rape. Is it me or have the news become a major downer? And please, a Bat-man? The freaks in this town, I'm tellin' ya."

Heatwave flipped to the next page and looked up at his victim.

"Uh, Pauly, I didn't want to say anything, but you have a little something on your face...It's...You know what, nevermind. Hey would you look at that? Lawyer and wife die in fire. See, you really are lucky to have a celebrity in your home, Pauly. The stories you'll be able to tell...
But then again...I have noticed the increasing amount of publicity I've been getting. And I'll be damned if I let the paparazzi catch me in my underwear. Maybe it's time to switch venues....Star City? Nah, not my style....I could always pop in on my old speedy friend back in Keystone..."

Heatwave slammed the newspaper on the table and stood up

"You're right, I should...Keystone it is! Thanks again for the roof over my head, Pauly."

Heatwave said to his victim, moments before he stepped outside and at long, long last watched said roof go up in flames.
Heatwave thought to himself as he watched, that no words in the world could describe the pleasure, love, and amazement he felt towards flame.
Each time, it was something he created with his own hand, it killed, and it ate away at living things, and then he could end it.
With fire, he was God.

And he was going to Keystone City.